Chapter Seventy-Two: The Visiting Priest of the Daimyo's Mansion
Let's say that Huang An led more than 1,000 elite soldiers, rushed to Yuncheng County in the starry night, detained the ships of the department, transferred them to Shijie Village Lake, separated the boats, and made two paths to go straight to Liangshan.
Along the way, I saw that the waterway was vertical and horizontal, there were many broken heads and mountains, and there was no half a figure on the huge water surface, Huang An remembered what Zhu Tong said yesterday, and a sense of foreboding secretly rose in his heart.
Approaching the head of the golden beach, but I could hear the whimpering and blowing on the water, and three boats came out of the reed flowers, and when I looked at the boat, there were only five people on each boat, and four people were rocking the double oars, and there was a person standing on the bow of the boat, with a red scarf on his head, all wearing red embroidered jackets, and each holding a guest in his hand, and the people on the three boats were all dressed in general.
When Huang An saw these three people, he knew that they were thieves, and shouted at the top of his voice: "You guys, but which way are thieves on Liangshan?" ”
The red-striped man with a pimple face on the boat on the right shouted: "If a certain three brothers don't change their names or change their surnames, they are the three heroes of the Ruan family who robbed your family Mrs. Cai Shengchengang, grandfather, I call him a living Yama, and he was sent by Lord Yama to ask for his life." ”
The man with a pomegranate flower on the sideburns on the bow of the boat on the left laughed loudly and said sarcastically: "Grandpa, I only hear the beautiful bearded prince of the Jeju regiment on weekdays, Zhu Tong's great name, but where did you come from?" ”
When Huang An heard this, his teeth were about to crack, and when he heard the thief mocking Zhu Tong about himself, he felt angry, and the caution that had risen before turned into nothing in an instant, and he gritted his teeth and howled: "Everyone and I will move forward together, take these three thieves who kill a thousand knives, and I will dismantle them in eight pieces to eliminate the hatred in my heart." ”
When the three boats saw the officers and soldiers coming, they whistled and returned together, Huang An was furious at this time, and he only cared about driving away the officers and soldiers to chase after them.
Can't catch up with the three or two miles of water port, you can see the reeds all around, the wind blows, roll up the reeds in the sky, the three boats in front of the boat suddenly turned the bow, and turned out forty or fifty small boats in four directions, the reeds on both sides of the cannon sounded, the red flags were all around, and the crossbow arrows were about to shoot like raindrops.
At this time, I didn't care about anything else, I saw Huang An jump onto a fast boat, and fled in the rain of arrows, and when I looked back, I saw that the officers and soldiers behind me jumped into the water one by one, and most of them were killed when the boat was towed.
Just when Huang An'an was in a trance, a red-haired ghost stood on a boat on the side of Lu Huadang, scratched the hook and grabbed Huang An's boat, jumped over, only one handful, stopped Huang An, and shouted: "But it is appropriate for your grandfather Liu Tang to make this great contribution!" ”
Nearly 1,000 officers and soldiers, who could read water, were killed by arrows in the water; Those who did not dare to go into the water were caught alive in the boat, and only a few fish escaped from the net, and they escaped with their lives.
Liang Shanbo returned home with a great victory in the first duel between Liang Shanbo and the official army, but Huang An was detained in a dungeon and did not see the light of day.
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In the remnants of summer and early autumn, the breeze and drizzle, the sound of beating leaves through the forest, the sound is in the ears.
In the north of Kongzhuang Village, there is a valley, there is an ancestral hall in the valley, the smoke after the few incense candles are lit floats between the valleys, a four-meter-high stone tablet stands obliquely in front of the hall, and the book reads: the monument of the ancestral hall of Diliang Gong of the Tang Dynasty.
Hundreds of years of wind and rain, now the stele body is half of the silt, the upper part is slightly weathered, there is a slight crack, the stele is buried underground, the mottled text on the stele is engraved with all kinds of political achievements and official voices when Di Gong served as the assassin of Weizhou.
"If there is a figure like Di Gong in the Great Song Dynasty today, maybe the world will not be so corrupted." In front of the Di Gong Monument, a woman holding an apricot blossom red oil paper umbrella, her dress swaying in the wind, looking forward to her life, and her elegance was peerless, and she said softly.
The young and handsome son on the side smiled and said, "The lady's words are wrong, even if Di Gong is alive, she can't save the current Song Dynasty." ”
A bright smile appeared on the woman's Furong Yu face, and she said, "I wonder if this Xu Gongzi today can become Di Gong under San Lang?" ”
"Di Renjie can't do it, but he can be Zhang Liang, Fang Qiao, and his unique Xu Guanzhong." The young man said seriously.
"Childe, why is this stone tablet oblique? Not in the right direction either? Next to the young man, a middle-aged man with a length of seven feet five or six, a tiger's head and a swallow's forehead, ape arms and a wolf's waist, carrying a coiled dragon stick, dressed as a guard, asked.
The young son said: "Wang Jiaotou does not know, although this monument is old, but it is a new monument, two years of miraculous skills, the people of Weizhou, that is, today's Daimyo Mansion, in order to cherish the memory of Di Gong's kindness, built a shrine for it, and erected a stone tablet to repay kindness. Later, Di Gong's son Di Jinghui also came to Weizhou to serve, because of greed and cruelty, he was hated by the people, and Di Renjie's ancestral hall and stone tablet were destroyed; This stele in front of him is the seventh year of Yuan and the seventh year, Wei Bo Festival made Tian Hongzheng to mourn Di Gong Shengde, rebuilt the ancestral hall at the original site when the stele was re-erected, because there is a godson is not strict, so the new stele is oblique, and it is not due south and north. ”
The red-clothed young man on the other side listened to it and said with emotion: "Even a character like Di Gong will be destroyed because of the unfilial piety of his descendants, if the two emperors of this dynasty, Taizu and Taizong, know that the descendants of the future generations will make the Great Song Dynasty to such a point, I don't know if the coffin board will not be able to suppress it." ”
When the group heard him say this, they just smiled and said it bluntly.
This is not someone else, but Zhu Biao, Hu Qing'e, and the maid Hongyi, who came to visit the Daimyo's Mansion, as well as Lu Fang, Guo Sheng, Wang Jin, An Daoquan and his party, did not delay too long in Kongzhuang Village, and after paying tribute to Di Renjie, they continued to move forward.
Out of Kongzhuang Village, turn a few mountain mouths, and come to a mountain recess, but there are three or four miles of square and flat place. In the midst of the trees, there were two or three grass huts; There are several bamboo huts facing the river to the south.
Surrounded by bamboo fences outside the door, the firewood is half-covered, the bamboo and pine trees are repaired, the red maple and cypress, the forest is dense before and after, and the peach blossom source written by Mr. Wuliu is nothing more than that.
Zhu Biao and his entourage stood outside the firewood, and saw a seventeen or eight-year-old boy holding an umbrella and coming out, the boy walked to the back of the firewood, looked at each other across the fence, and made a voice to Zhu Biao and others, and said in a crisp voice: "May I ask who is Taishanjun?" ”
Zhu Biao listened to it and said with a smile: "It's just so." ”
The boy replied again, and then said: "My son-in-law said, Taishan Jun came to be loyal and loyal, kowtow and thank you, but the family is sick and weak, and it is inconvenient to travel far, and I ask Taishan Jun to forgive me." ”
Zhu Biao returned a salute with the boy and said, "Please also ask the child to inform your son-in-law, Zhu Mou brought the Lingxing Divine Doctor to see the old lady, please meet your son-in-law." ”
"Is there a miracle doctor?" When the boy heard this, he asked excitedly.
Zhu Biao let An Daoquan come out and said: "This is the famous An Daoquan Divine Doctor in Jiangnan, with excellent medical skills, just like Hua Tuo and Bian Que in the world." ”
When the boy heard this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and rushed back to the bamboo house by the stream; After the tea, I saw a seven-foot-long young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a face like a crown of jade, and a slender body in white who walked out quickly.
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