A group of people went upstairs, only a simple greeting, and the time that followed was silence, Yang Zhi couldn't see the movement in that room, but understood that whether the conversation could continue or not depended entirely on whether Chen Guang could speak. Chen Guang is heavy three swords, but the result of the deadly three swords is completely different from the inconsequential three swords, Chen Guang is a martial arts master, his physical fitness is beyond ordinary people, and the ordinary three swords will definitely not affect their conversation.

Yang Zhi's internal strength was actually not enough to hear the sound of the room clearly, but with the secret figure and the Zen Master of Burning Gold, Yang Zhi had already given up the idea of eavesdropping in the past, and instead considered retreating; just as soon as the lights downstairs disappeared, Yang Zhi fled directly from the window, without even closing the window, but borrowed the force twice with a dagger, and quietly slipped to the ground outside the building, and slipped into the grass.

Yang Zhi had a new idea in an instant, that is, he would directly ask the Burning Gold Zen Master about the situation, so he left the location of the small building and exited the post house directly; Yang Zhi retreated directly to the alley opposite the post house and hid in an old tree to watch the movement of the post house.

The search of the post house was very thorough, and even the masters of the rivers and lakes and the officials came out to check whether there were people hidden inside and outside all the carriages parked outside the post house, Yang Zhi didn't care at first, and when he saw the rapid movements of the hurried officials, the experience was not under those masters, Yang Zhi suddenly understood, the Liyang Post House was not simple, and the person hiding in the dark should be the person in the post house. But if someone is found to have broken in and there is no warning, that person may have another purpose.

"Song Jiang can't be the master, in Mengzhou, there should be a person who really calls the shots, but I don't know who it is, Tong Guan looks like a mediocre person, but he is actually very shrewd, especially if his vision is not good at all. Yang Zhi walked alone on the road, shaking his head and talking to himself, not caring at all about the exposure of his whereabouts, and the surprised eyes of passers-by, Yang Zhi believed that some people with vicious eyes had recognized him.

The official road in front gradually becomes wider, just past the 20-mile monument, you can see a road that is no less than the official road and turns directly to the west, the villages along the way are continuous, the houses are continuous, there is a wine banner in less than half a mile; between the road in front and the official road, there are several small hills that are not high, the hills are all woods, but they are not the kind of pure wild, at a glance you know that it has been carefully maintained by people, and there is a bit of poetic and picturesque taste.

The setting sun leaves a long shadow of pedestrians, the last blood-red slanting sun blurs with the horizon in the distance, and the happy forest without wind is still cool and pleasant. When the sunset receded, everything turned a silver-gray, the milky smoke mingled with the gray twilight, the midges buzzed and swirled in swarms, the unknown birds whined and flew off into the distance as if frightened, and the barking of dogs and chickens came from the happy forest, and the lanterns were lit here and there before the sunset was replaced by the dawn moon.

Yang Zhi stood outside the Happy Forest, thinking about Shi Nai'an's Happy Forest, and couldn't help but sigh from his heart, life is really more exciting, the Happy Forest occupied by Shi En is just a gathering place of big inns and gambling houses, which is like the Happy Forest in front of him, the scenery is picturesque, and ordinary business travelers dare not enter it at all. In less than a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhi had already run over three big cars, and without the slightest hesitation, he walked along the official road towards Mengzhou City.

Yang Zhi shook his head with a smile and continued to walk towards Mengzhou, but a person from the Happy Forest blocked the way, it was a drunkard, freshly dressed, with a drunken smile, staggering, but walking very calmly, looking at Yang Zhi, and suddenly asked, "Blue-faced beast?"

Yang Zhi regained his original face here, just to tell others that he had returned to the Central Plains; Yang Zhi smiled, a faint pride: "Do you know me?"

The drunkard nodded with a smile: "Yes, my luck is really good, the whole Hebei is looking for you, and I met you today, because I must kill you." “

Yang Zhi nodded and asked, "For fame, or for profit?"

The drunkard's face was a little gloomy: "Reputation, when I put down my sword, my reputation was gone, now looking for you, just for money, I need a lot of money, otherwise I won't be able to stay in the Happy Forest." Besides, your current fame is not small, as long as I kill you, you will be famous. ”

Yang Zhi sneered and said: "You are not the only one who wants to kill me, sometimes, life is more important than money." ”

"Money is more important than life. The drunkard struggled and said loudly, "Do you know what kind of place Happy Forest is? As long as you have money, there is nothing you can't buy, including human life, and if you don't have money, you can't even drink a sip of wine, I like it here, so I want money, and I want Xu Po to pity that woman kneeling at my feet." ”

Xu Poxi, the famous role of the Sang family's tile, was once not in the limelight under Master Li; Xu Poxi was actually in the Happy Forest, Yang Zhi was really a little surprised, showing a hint of a ridiculous smile and asked the drunkard: "What's your name?"

"Guan Sheng. The drunkard hesitated, but still told Yang Zhi his name; Yang Zhi was shocked, how could this Guan Sheng in front of him have the momentum of Yun Chang's righteousness and thin clouds, and even his appearance was different, Yang Zhi was stunned for a second before asking: "Dadao Guan Sheng?"

Guan Sheng nodded, and Yang Zhi asked again: "Where is your knife?"

"There is no knife in the hand, but there is a knife in the heart. Guan Sheng said without hesitation, Yang Zhi was really speechless, his face was thick enough, but Guan Sheng's face in front of him was even thicker; no wonder Yang Jian directly told Guan Sheng that Guan Sheng's father was an orphan, and the monk of Leiyin Temple in Taihang Mountain gave him the surname Guan, I am afraid that Yang Jian is not used to Guan Sheng's appearance of cowhide coaxing. Yang Zhi shook his head and said, "I still have to hurry, so I won't accompany me." ”

Guan Sheng stepped forward, stopped Yang Zhi and said: "You are a wanted criminal in the imperial court, where do you want to escape, when you arrive in Mengzhou, under the pursuit of officers and soldiers, you are a dead end, it is better to cheapen me, I still recognize you as a favor." ”

In a flash of the knife, Guan Sheng's knife actually stabbed out of the chest and stabbed Yang Zhi's heart like lightning; the left arm that Guan Sheng let others see was a fake, and the real left arm was hidden in the robe, finding the right opportunity to strike. A knife pierced the heart, condensing Guan Sheng's lifelong skills, but when the tip of the knife reached Yang Zhi's chest, it was blocked by a layer of soft armor and did not pierce it; Guan Sheng's heart was full of remorse, but Yang Zhi did not give him time to repent, and the Dragon Bird Knife mercilessly cut off Guan Sheng's entire left arm.