After explaining the big and small affairs, Zou Run left Dangji Island by boat, headed towards the fishing village, transferred to a small boat to go ashore, and then took a few fast horses in the village, took three or five followers, jumped horses and whips, and galloped all the way towards Dengyun Mountain.

Walking to the foot of Dengyun Mountain, Zou Yuan had already led a group of minions to wear red and hang colors, and waited at the bottom of the mountain with gongs and drums, Zou Run saw this, and dismounted from afar, Zou Yuan caught it with a smile on his face, and the minions immediately played drum music, which shook the sky, Zou Yuan waved his hand again, and a group of minions carried a soft sedan chair to the front.

The group couldn't help but press Zou Run on the sedan chair, and then beat the gongs and drums, and went up the mountain with joy.

Zou Run couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly asked why, Zou Yuan was half delighted, half blamed: "You did a good thing!" This is more than two months, just stay on the island and be happy, and I don't know to send some news to me, poor I think you think you are tight, but without your Zou Dazhai master's general order and dare not go down the mountain at will, today I finally look forward to your return, you need to welcome it well. ”

Hearing the complaint in his uncle's words, Zou Run was embarrassed for a while, and explained with a smile: "Uncle is guilty, it's my nephew, isn't it, I'm not doing it for ......"

"Shhhh Be careful! ”

Although Zou Yuan was angry, he knew the severity, so he hurriedly interrupted Zou Run's speech, and at the same time watched nervously, lest someone hear the "top secret conversation" between his uncle and nephew.

Zou Run smiled when he saw this, knowing that Zou Yuan was a knife-mouthed tofu heart, so he talked about his upcoming trip to Jeju. Zou Yuan was really unhappy when he heard this, and even blackened his face.

"But teach me what is good for you? You also have to pinch your fingers to calculate, there is still more than a month to go before the New Year, you are not home for a long time, this time as soon as you return to the mountain, your ass has not yet touched the bench, and you have to go out of that far door! ”

"Then why is the head of the 800,000 forbidden army really as heroic as you say? It's really like you said, just send a few clever and steady henchmen to run away, what's the matter? ”

The soft sedan chair under him fell together, blowing and blowing all around, looking at the familiar mountain road under his feet, as well as the familiar mountain scenery on both sides.

There is no return to the mountain in two months, the mountain has withered a hundred trees, where it comes into view, it is full of withered branches and yellow leaves, birds and beasts are extinct, which is very different from the red leaves when Zou Run went down the mountain, the scenery of the wind chanting and singing birds, looking at it, Zou Run was stunned for a while, and forgot to reply.

Seeing his nephew's eyes wandering and thoughtful, Zou Yuan knew that Zou Run must be thinking about things again.

He could only open his mouth silently, and swallowed the complaint. The Juyi Hall was not far away, Zou Yuan quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pretended to be uneventful, and ordered the minions on duty at the door to serve good wine and food, and asked Zou Run to rest on the fire in the hall, and he silently went to the backyard by himself, and personally packed up the clothes and supplies for Zou Run who went out of the door.

Early the next morning, at the foot of Dengyun Mountain, three fast horses, two companions, Zou Run wore a silk robe and embroidered jacket, and carried a waist knife wrapped in coarse cloth, and embarked on the road to Shuibo Liangshan in the first snow of winter in Dengyun Mountain.

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In the twilight of winter, the clouds are dense, the wind is tight, and it is a heavy snowfall that is blowing one after another, a flower gun, a burden, Fan Yangli on his head is pressed low, Lin Chong is expressionless, stepping on the snow, just walking.

On the official road, a red-clothed knight suddenly beat his horse and passed by him, and the sharp whip slightly brought a strong wind, almost grazing Lin Chong's cheeks, almost lifting his Fan Yang Li.

Lin Chong not only didn't get angry, but quickly lowered his head and covered the hat on his head, he was afraid that the golden seal on his face would leak out - although there was a plaster there, it couldn't hide it from the discerning person.

In the past, unless it was a military horse sentry with an emergency military situation, Lin Chong would never allow a person on a horse to be so arrogant, after all, this is an official road, he is a person who practices martial arts, and it doesn't matter if he is agile, but there are many merchants and guests who are in a hurry on the road, even women, children and children, they don't have the ability to avoid fast horses. But...... At the moment, as a thief army being hunted, Lin Chong could only bury his head lower, and his huge frame shrunk into a ball as much as he could, next to the side of the road, walking silently, lest he attract attention.

Lin Chong saw that no one was paying attention around, he stretched out his hand and touched it in his arms, there was a letter in his arms, which was a place for him to be given by the kindness of the big officials of Mengchai, a thin letter, Lin Chong regarded it as a treasure at the moment, and in his heart, it weighed like a thousand catties.

Every half an hour, Lin Chong has to confirm that the letter is not there, this is a terrible deed, and there is no room for half a difference. On the way from Cangzhou to Jeju, Lin Chong inquired around the bush, and the leader of the Liangshan Shuibo, Wang Lun, a white-clothed showman, really didn't have a good reputation.

Stingy, xenophobic, intolerant of good men, etc. Anyway, he hadn't heard anything good about Wang Lun, so this letter was even more important.

The road is very long, and Lin Chong sometimes inadvertently wonders in his mind why the people who are in power in the world are ordinary villains, in the palace marshal's mansion in Tokyo, and even on the green forest road, in Shuibo Liangshan. Is this predestined? Do you want me Lin Chong to succumb to the villain for the rest of my life?

Lin Chong asked himself all the questions, but he couldn't come up with a definite answer. Although the closer he got to Jeju, the more he heard Wang Lun's various wrongs, although he didn't want to set foot on Liangshan in his heart, but his footsteps were still walking towards that reassuring and unswerving, although Liangshan was not his Lin Chong's good wood, but the world was so big, there was no second place for him to live now.

The heavy footsteps stopped abruptly, and in front of them was a wine shop with a river and a lake.

But see the silver grass house, the jade thatched eaves. Dozens of old trees have branches, and three or five small windows are closed. The thorn is sparse, like greasy powder and lightly paved; The loess surrounds the wall, but it is like a lead cloth. Thousands of catkins float curtains, and 10,000 goose feathers dance wine flags. There was a thunderclap in Lin Chong's abdomen, and he had been driving for a long time, he was already hungry.

"Okay, just eat some wine and food here, and then ask the store about the way."

Lin Chong ran into the wine shop, played two corners of wine, asked for two catties of cooked beef, ate a bowl by himself, and asked the bartender to eat a bowl, and then this gap, he asked the bartender about the route of Liang Shanbo, but was told coldly that the lake was behind.

Lin Chong stopped his chopsticks and stood on the spot, it turned out that he had already arrived...... He was stunned, and suddenly lost interest in asking for directions, and just drank casually, one bowl, two bowls, three bowls...... The bartender changed the dishes three times in a row, held two jars of wine, and was all eaten and drunk by Lin Chong.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Chong's wine was up, his face was red and his ears were hot, and he shouted: "Bartender! Bring pen and paper! ”

Seeing that Lin Chong was tall and loud, the voice was like a huge thunder, he didn't dare to delay, he hurriedly took the pen and paper over, Lin Chong turned around, and on the powder wall behind him, splashed ink, opened and closed, used the pen as a gun, and used ink as blood, and he would be full of sadness and resentment, and he would vomit quickly!

The inscription poem says:

Righteousness is Lin Chong, and he is the most simple and loyal.

The rivers and lakes are known and the heroes are generously gathered.

The life experience is sad and floating, and the fame is turned into a canopy.

If he is young, Weizhen Taishan!

Lin Chong finished it in one go, abandoned the pen on the ground, and was about to chant, when he saw a man walking quickly, grabbed Lin Chong's waist, and said, "You are so bold!" You did a great crime in Cangzhou, but here you are. Seeing that today's lawsuit has offered 3,000 letters and rewards to arrest you, what are you going to do? ”