"Brother Ning, we have clearly met a tiger, how can you say that there is no?"

Not to mention her, even Ning Caichen didn't know why he heard Jingyanggang and said that he hadn't met a tiger.

"What do we say? Say that we met a tiger, but the tiger didn't eat us? Whether the tiger was raised by a human or not, there is no sure of it. If I say this, and the villagers go up the mountain, why don't I not kill Beren, but Beren will die because of me. ”

Thirteen Niang said, "We can help the villagers catch the tiger." ”

"How do you arrest me? I'm a weak scholar. ”

Ning Caichen smiled, just like the way you were scared in the Tiger Forest just now. You hunt tigers, and tigers don't catch you. But the intention is good. Ning Caichen said again: "Don't worry, this tiger will be killed by heroes." ”

Yes, this tiger is Wu Song's. In a strange world, it's easy to find a little similarity, and I can't help but try to care for it so that it doesn't deviate greatly.

Some people say that the greatest advantage of a time-traveler is to know the development of future generations.

Get back on the road. No one will question a man with a sword.

Carrying a sword is the privilege of a scholar, but not all those who carry a sword are scholars. Those martial arts people who come and go in a hurry, the city guards can also not check without checking.

For him, a soldier is just a profession, and it is not worth losing his surname for this.

Shandong has been known as the hometown of martial arts since ancient times, and when you arrive in Shandong, you are often a high-roller with a sword, far more than a scholar.

All kinds of people, even those who cut wood and burn charcoal, have more martial arts than Jiangnan, and they look stronger.

Shuibo Liangshan is located in Liangshan County in the southwest of Shandong Province, and is composed of four main peaks of Liangshan, Qinglong Mountain, Phoenix Mountain, Guishan Mountain and seven branch veins, including Hutou Peak, Snow Mountain Peak, Hao Mountain Peak and Xiaohuang Mountain. Song Jiang is here to marry the heroes of the world.

Since I'm here, I'm naturally going to take a look. If you don't look at it now, if you really wait for Song Jiang to go up the mountain, unless you enter the house, I'm afraid you won't be able to see it.

When she came to Liangshan County, Thirteen Niang did not object. She didn't say which mountain the enemy was, so they had to start from the beginning.

Anyway, it's the same question, so I came to Liangshan.

When I entered the county seat, there were a lot of people. Ning Caichen and Thirteen Niang were also dumbfounded.

No name, no surname, still a thief, where to say, it can't always be said: "Excuse me, where is this thief?"

"Thirteen Niang, when you met each other, did you see many people?"

"Well, it's quite a few, twenty or thirty. ”

"That's it. Let's go, let's go to the wine shop. ”

Which thief's den, Ning Caichen didn't know, but he knew that this thief and robber must have eyeliner. And liquor stores are obviously a place where it is best to expose yourself. I don't know where he is, so let him come to Thirteen Niang.

"Come, boss, tell me about the duel between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow, how is it?"

Before he could sit down, there were book lovers shouting loudly.

"Brother Ning, I didn't expect that there were also your book fans here. Thirteen Niang whispered.

"yes! ”

In ancient times, it was not fast to transmit information, and it took no less than ten days for a military information to be transmitted from the border pass to the capital.

Now, it's just a book, a miscellaneous book with entertainment surnames, and not only has it been passed on, but the storyteller has actually said it. It has to be said that the spread of this businessman has surpassed that of the military.

Obviously, the businessmen saw that such a book is bound to be popular in Shandong, the hometown of martial arts. Otherwise, they wouldn't have spent a lot of money to escort it.

Shandong is different from the south of the Yangtze River, and there is no waterway. Not to mention that the land route is mostly mountains, there are even strongmen and thieves. The manpower and cost of sending books from Jiangnan are much higher than those in Jiangnan.

Generally, only big things are worth shipping, such as green salt.

They would bring in miscellaneous books, apparently taking a risk. But they took the right risk.

It's not just the profit of the book itself, but more importantly, for the sake of listening to the book, their restaurant has no shortage of drinkers.

This wine is just a drinker, the freight rate of this book is too expensive, and it is worth their fight. They can see that this is entertainment, and it is a gold mine for soliciting business.

In the south of the Yangtze River, silk and bamboo musical instruments can welcome drinkers. This Shandong is different, unless you find a big man to sing "Red Cliff Nostalgia", few people appreciate silk and bamboo wind music.

can sing "Red Cliff Nostalgia", and after a long time, it will become noise.

Shandong has always attracted guests with storytelling. But there were too few novels of the samurai in this era, and there were almost none.

It is more said that in the early Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms were not formed, and the Tang Dynasty did not start writing. Most of them are written by the storytellers themselves.

Everyone has their own story, and everyone has their own perspective. Car crashes happen from time to time.

The story of Shandong dog meat alone has spawned countless versions.

In this way, there is a century-old controversy, but it cannot form an authority.

After all, a novel is just a novel, and today at Wang's house drinking, Fan Xu is a first-class general. Tomorrow at Zhang's house drinking, Fan Xu has become a small guard again.

Not to mention anything else, this emotionally invested reader must be depressed.

Now it's okay, a "Phoenix Dance Nine Days" is clearly a story about martial artists, and it has captured the hearts of Shandong people at once. Everyone's version is the same, it's a master who is always a master. There will no longer be a situation where the Zhang family is a master and the Wang family is a low hand.

With a unified surname, everyone can listen to it boldly and with confidence, and a coherent surname has been formed, no longer need to quarrel for the different versions, and then choose the store you are willing to go to.

is both unified and coherent, and it is they who are written, and this reader and audience will naturally only be more, and will not listen half and go half.

Even the woodcutter on the hill couldn't help but listen.

Seeing that Shandong people welcome martial arts so much. Ning Caichen can understand why there are so many people dressed in white in this county.

The white clothes are not terrible, the terrible thing is that the Shandong people began to trim their beards, and the mustache on the mouth was level with the eyebrows above, and even the size and thickness were exactly the same.

This is probably the ancient version of cosplay.

Lu Xiaofeng, who has four eyebrows, is chic, but as soon as the number of people comes up, it looks so disgusting.

Black, gray, yellow, white, as long as there is hair, it's all here.

If there is really Lu Xiaofeng in the future, he will definitely say that this is my era.

Because almost all the men in this era have beards, and Lu Xiaofeng has to wear ancient costumes in addition to his beard, otherwise it will be a lot worse.

Familiar characters naturally make people feel good and linger. This is especially true in a foreign country.

Before they knew it, the lights were on in the wine shop, and they realized that it was getting late. With an embarrassed smile, he hurriedly took Thirteen Niang to find a place to live.

As soon as he got out of the wine shop, he ran with a kick. "Miss, is my lord invited?"

"Who is your lord?"

The foot force did not pay attention to Ning Caichen, but said to Thirteen Niang: "Miss, you don't remember me." Last time, I showed you the way. ”

Thirteen Niang took a closer look at him and remembered it. He looked at Ning Caichen again and said, "Okay! ”

Liangshan County does not look big, and compared to Hangzhou City, it is a town that is not counted.

As if on purpose, the guide turned around seven or eight times, and it took a long time to lead them to the inn.

This inn is very remote, and most people don't notice it. It is an inn that rises in the middle of a private house. In addition, the inn has all signboards and horse ties.

Just by looking, you can see that this inn is the foothold of the mountain bandits. It was built in a private house to make it easier for them to escape. This business is obviously less important than the safety of life.

"Miss, the master is waiting for you upstairs. ”

Thirteen Niang nodded and went upstairs.

The shopkeeper and Xiao Er were originally from the mountain, so Thirteen Niang didn't go up to greet him when he arrived. On the contrary, after Thirteen Niang stepped into the inn, she immediately closed down.

So discreet!

Ning Caichen followed behind Thirteen Niang.

Suddenly, the man who led the way stopped Ning Caichen: "The master is just a young lady, and the idle people are waiting, so it's better not to go up." ”

Ning Caichen smiled dumbly. This is too cautious, isn't it? Even a scholar is afraid?

Thirteen Niang immediately stepped forward: "Brother Ning is with me, if Brother Ning doesn't go up, I won't go up either." ”

Thirteen Niang is very serious, but that man is difficult to do.

Ning Caichen didn't break the siege, just watched their liveliness.

When the stalemate was at a stalemate, a voice came from the Tianzi room upstairs: "Let them come up! Wen is a weak scholar, and Liang has no ability?" The voice was very vague.

Ning Caichen looked up, but there was not even a figure. Apparently in the room, there was no room to say.

Thirteen Niang complained for Ning Caichen, others he didn't know, but Ning Caichen was a capable person and knew everything. She just wanted to speak, but Ning Caichen stopped her, shook her head slightly, and went up to the second floor together.

There was a room on the second floor with the lights on, which was the room where he lived.

When she came to the door, Thirteen Niang hesitated, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open.

The room was divided into one room and one hall, and the hall faced the door, and a man dressed in good fashion sat at a round table, on which there was a lamp, and nothing else. This room is also a table with four stools, and there are no more furnishings, only one door leads to the bedroom.

Wen Xiu is only about thirty, with a beard on his lips, divided into left and right figures. Dressed in a white talent robe.

In this era, due to the underdevelopment of dyeing technology, it is enough to look at a person's status and clothes. Clothing in the true colors is generally worn only by the extremely poor.

A thief, still a scholar, he is obviously not too poor to wear clothes. Ning Caichen's judgment is that Shandong is Shandong, and even the thief head has played cosplay.

"Sit. He didn't stretch out his hand, but in a commanding tone. Expresses supreme patriarchal authority.

Thirteen Niang sat down obediently. Ning Caichen raised his eyebrows, and he didn't have a seizure.

It is said that this should not be the case between either the daughter or the literati Ning Caichen.

However, for a person who is about to die, Ning Caichen naturally won't care too much. When he studied the Fa in his previous life, he hated this kind of person the most. He just wanted to see if he would be so high up when Thirteen Niang opened his mouth to kill him.

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