The east wind is blowing, the winter snow is melting, and it is the time of the year to wake up to life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThis year is the third year that Su Zhuo has traveled down the mountain. In the past two years, he has traveled from south to north, from east to west, and his footsteps have almost all over China. Sometimes, though, there are many places that he doesn't want to go, but he can't help himself. If it were possible, Su Zhuo would rather stay in the place of fireworks in the south of the Yangtze River all day long, drink wine and tea, and be at ease without asking about the world.

However, the reality is that at this moment, Su Zhuo is carrying a pot of turbid wine, straddles a donkey, and walks alone among the poor mountains and bad waters. This black donkey, of course, is not the same one that first came down the mountain. Compared with horses, Su Zhuo still likes to ride donkeys. Because it doesn't seem so anxious, it's quite leisurely.

Su Zhuo raised his head and took a sip of wine, looking out at the road ahead. Although it is in the mountains, he knows that there is a town not far ahead, and because it is located in the traffic center, there are many merchants from the south to the north, and the most in the town is the restaurant inn. He stretched out his hand and patted the black donkey's neck, and cried out, "Go quickly, go quickly, if you want to fill your stomach quickly, hurry to the town ahead!"

The donkey seemed to understand this, and his four hooves suddenly quickened, and he trotted all the way into the town. There were many people coming and going in the town, and they were all merchants. At this time, it is still cold in spring, but many people are only wearing single shirts, busy carrying goods, busy sweating, and steaming. Su Zhuo found an inconspicuous restaurant and sat down, and the black donkey was also pulled down by Xiao Er to feed the grass.

Su Zhuo found a window seat on the second floor and sat down, ordered a few side dishes, a pot of good wine, and poured himself a drink. He had his back to the lobby, and it was not yet lunchtime, and the restaurant seemed very quiet. After sitting for half an hour, the number of guests gradually increased. Suddenly, there were a few neighing sounds of horses on the street, and Su Zhuo's eyes looked downstairs, only to see a few high-headed horses parked at the door of this restaurant. A few men jumped down from the horse, light and strong, and it could be seen at a glance that they were all carrying kung fu.

Xiao Er didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly welcomed him into the restaurant. After a while, I heard the sound of "oh oooo" going up the stairs. Su Zhuo couldn't help but look back, only to see that the first one was a tall and strong man, with a very rough appearance, with an open chest, revealing a piece of black hair. He was the first to go upstairs, pointed to an empty table, and said angrily, "That's it!"

Xiao Er beckoned, "Okay!" and rushed forward and wiped the tables and chairs carefully.

The two people who followed the strong man walked side by side, a middle-aged man with a white face who looked like a scholar, and a simple long sword hung from his waist. The other was very young, with his hair haphazardly curled at the back of his head, and a pair of eyes that never squinted upwards, looking flying and jumping. The three of them sat down in their seats, Xiao Er served tea, and the three of them drank two glasses in a big gulp, obviously after a long journey, their mouths were dry.

After quenching his thirst, he heard the youngest speak: "Big brother, you are in such a hurry to call us together, and you have been on the road for most of the day, and you don't say much about what it is. Now you can always tell us while you're eating, right?"

The middle-aged man stroked his short beard under his chin, laughed, looked at the rugged man, and said, "The third brother is still so anxious!"

The rugged man also laughed and said, "We've been friends for so many years, when has his character changed?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Okay, I'll tell you about it." Speaking of this matter, it has been spread on the rivers and lakes in the past few days, and it has caused a sensation in the martial arts for a while. Heroes from all walks of life are moved when they hear the wind, but they are afraid that something big will happen!"

This sentence floated into his ears, and Su Zhuo couldn't help but listen attentively. These days, he has been wandering around the small mountain village, and he knows very little about what is happening on the rivers and lakes, but he didn't expect something big to happen suddenly?

"It seems that there is a lively scene again, the eldest brother said, if it is boring, it is better for me and the second brother to go back hunting!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Don't speak, listen to me." This is not a trivial matter, and it is not a joke. Originally, I wanted to go alone, but I just thought that our Qingxi Three Heroes had been united for so many years, and they had always been together, and I was afraid that I would be weak, so I flew the pigeon and passed the book with the two brothers, and urgently summoned you to come. Here's the thing, a few days ago, there was a sudden news on the rivers and lakes. I don't know which gang sent a letter to Songshan Shaolin Temple, saying that their gang mainly went to the Shaolin Temple to read the book on March 15, and asked the Shaolin abbot to sprinkle and sweep to welcome him!"

After hearing this, the other two were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other and smiled, both of them thought it was very funny, as if it were a joke. The old man slapped the table while laughing, and said, "Big brother, I can't imagine that you are middle-aged, how did you become so windy and rainy? Which gang that doesn't open its eyes dares to send such a letter to Shaolin? Did they eat the bear's heart and leopard's guts? This news must be fake!"

Dahan also said: "The third brother is right! Shaolin Temple is the Beidou of Taishan in the rivers and lakes, and there are hundreds of monks in the temple, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Looking at the rivers and lakes, there is no gang that dares to compete with Shaolin. Moreover, Shaolin monks have always been merciful, never causing trouble, and will not provoke enemies. This letter says that it is a book view, but it is actually a provocation. The Shaolin Scripture Pavilion has a collection of Shaolin 72 stunts, although everyone wants to go in and have a look. But no one has the courage to break through, and who has the ability to break through?"

Su Zhuo couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. The middle-aged man reported to his home and said that he was the Three Heroes of Qingxi. He had heard of this name, there were no three heroes originally, only a Qingxi hero, the flowing water sword was at ease, and the flowing water swordsmanship was also quite famous in the rivers and lakes. Later, I heard that he took the initiative to eliminate harm for the rivers and lakes, and broke into the Jiaolongzhai bandit den alone with one person and one sword, and defeated the two leaders Gu Tongtian and You Fang together, but he had compassion and spared the two. Who knew that later, these two people were determined to recognize Ning Zizai as their brother, dismissed the gang, and followed Ning Zizai wholeheartedly. Ning Zizai also had some sympathy, so the three of them became brothers with different surnames. Later, the three of them did a lot of good things for the neighborhood, and the Qingxi heroes became the Qingxi Three Heroes.

Su Zhuo heard that the two brothers Ning Zizai were a little out of tune, and when they saw it today, it was indeed the case. He laughed in his heart and listened again.

Ning Zizi didn't care about the words of the two brothers, sighed, and said, "At first, I also thought that this matter was very ridiculous and should not be taken seriously. But then I heard that it had spread on the rivers and lakes. Moreover, it is rumored that someone asked Master Huaishan, the abbot of Shaolin, about this matter, but the master did not deny it, so it can be seen that this is indeed the case! Moreover, it is said that even Yueyang Wang Weiqian has gathered people to rush to Shaolin!"

"Oh? King Yueyang has also taken action, it seems that this matter is really inseparable!" The third brother You Fang seemed to be very in awe of Wei Qian, and when he heard that Wei Qian had also gone to Shaolin, he immediately did not suspect him.

The second elder Gu Tongtian had a calm black face and said: "I heard that hundreds of masters in the northwest entered the Central Plains a few years ago, and I heard that they are all related to the Demon Sect a few decades ago! Could it be that the Demon Sect has made a comeback, and it is necessary to take Shaolin first?"

"It's too early to say what happened to the matter. The Demon Sect had already been wiped out several decades ago, so how could it be resurrected? Second brother, don't say this kind of thing again, lest we be ridiculed for being cowardly and afraid. Ning Zizi instructed.

Gu Tongtian nodded, and You Fang asked again: "Big brother, then we are rushing to Shaolin now, do we want to see the good show on March 15?" )