When the group of heroes was happy to get acquainted, they only heard someone upstairs applauding and saying: "Good kung fu, good means." The man's voice was like a jade bead plate, and the words were crisp and very good. The group of heroes flashed and looked, and saw a young man standing behind the carved railing on the second floor, twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a face like a crown of jade, eyes like cold stars, a straight nose, white teeth and red lips, and a pair of sword eyebrows into the sideburns. He was eight feet tall, wearing a purple satin robe of Shu brocade, with a white jade belt around his waist, looking personable, standing out from the crowd, his eyes were full of arrogance and confidence, and a long sword hung from his waist, the hilt and scabbard were made of black jade, noble but not vulgar, just like his person, covered with a sharp sword edge under his gorgeous appearance. There are also four men and four women on both sides, the man's face is white, and the woman's young age is colorful, but standing with this person can only set off his superiority and difference.

Lu Fei was also impressed by his demeanor, and hugged his fists and said: "This son is invited, I don't know the name of the honorable man." The purple-robed boy did not answer, as if others took it for granted for him to salute, and said: "Brother Lu's martial arts are all of the highest grade, and if you have the heart to make friends below, please move to the Accord and have a few drinks." Lu Feiwan said: "I don't know what Your Excellency is called." The purple-robed boy said lightly: "Let's talk about it." Lu Fei was angry in his heart, secretly thinking that you didn't even say your name, and it was a gift of hospitality, and said lightly: "I'm sorry for the tightness, I don't eat and drink with nameless people." After saying that, he ignored him and sat down with his back to him. The purple-robed boy's face sank, and he said, "I haven't finished speaking, can you turn your back on me?" Lu Fei laughed angrily: "Your Excellency hasn't answered my question, why can't you sit down?" The purple-robed boy said in a deep voice: "Stand up." Lu Fei poured himself a glass of wine, held it in his hand and looked at it, and said noncommittally: "I want to have a drink with many people, but Your Excellency is not among them, are you satisfied with such an answer?" The purple-robed boy sneered: "Very good, Brother Lu will regret his words and deeds today." After saying that, he turned around and wanted to go back to Accord, Du Kill saw him make a provocative speech, picked up a glass of wine in his hand and poured it on the purple-robed boy, and scolded: "Regret your mother!" Jiang Feiyan's eyes are quick, and she is busy killing. The drinks shattered the utensils on the table. Everyone's faces changed color at the same time, and they all thought about their profound skills. The purple-robed boy smiled coldly, glanced at Ling Xue'er, and led people back to Accord. Everyone in the Blood Knife Castle was accustomed to seeing the wind and waves, and they didn't care, and after talking for a while, they went back to their rooms to rest. The next day, Du Kill asked Cai Lianhua to send someone to send Du Mei back to the Blood Knife Fort first, and Cai Lianhua sent someone back to the gang to deliver a letter, asking the whole gang to move to Zulong Mountain to report.

Two days later, the heroes entered the realm of Jinguo, and there were more and more characters on the way, most of them came together to see the excitement, but there were very few participants. The weather is very good on this day, the sun is warm, the snow on the road is turned seventy-seven eighty-eight, there is a white horse boy from behind, eighteen or nineteen years old, thick eyebrows and big eyes, simple and upright, a heroic face, the crotch mount is extremely wonderful, the whole body is snow-white, there is no trace of miscellaneous hair, the four hooves are flying, the long mane is fluttering, galloping on the muddy road easily, it is really the dragon's spine sticking to the line, the silver hooves are white and smoking. The crowd secretly praised the good horses. The thick-eyebrow young man saw them pulling the reins, turned around and dismounted, his movements were neat, and he bowed and said: "In Xiaqiu Shanyun, this is polite, dare to ask you if you are going to the Heroes Conference?" Everyone saw that he was respectful and polite, and they all had a good impression, Gu Yao said: "Exactly, what does the little brother have to teach?" Qiu Shan Yunxi said: "The younger brother has also practiced guns and sticks, but his skills are lowly and not in the invitation, my father ordered me to come out for a long time, if you don't like it, can you take me with me, and never cause trouble to you." The heroes glanced at each other, but they didn't know the details of this young man, and they didn't dare to agree. Qiu Shanyun saw that their faces were embarrassed, and laughed: "The little brother is bothered, so I will leave." When he wanted to get on the horse, Ling Junlai suddenly said: "Little brother misunderstood, meeting is fate, the road is still long, take care of each other, why not." Qiu Shan Yunxi said: "Thank you so much." He flew on his horse and followed behind the heroes, neither approaching nor inquiring, and everyone knew that he strictly abided by the rules of the rivers and lakes and did not inquire about the private affairs of other factions, and his good impression of him deepened again. Lu Fei saw that a red spear was obliquely inserted into the victory hook on his horse's belly, and there was a hard bow and a flying fish bag full of arrows in the horse bag, thinking that this line looked like a march to fight, and his horse kung fu should be quite good.

After a few more days, Qiu Shanyun has been eating, drinking, living and traveling with them, and the relationship has also become a lot closer, and every time they have a meal, they sit together, talking and laughing happily. It's just that Qiu Shanyun never asked about the origin of the heroes, and everyone was embarrassed to ask him, and found that he was very interested in the general trend of the world, and had unique views on the success or failure of the Song and Jin wars, and revealed a strong resentment towards the Jin country, this kind of 'resentment' is not like a personal grudge, but like a national feeling of worrying about the country and the people.

Qiu Shanyun is diligent and active, with good habits, every time the group of heroes gets up, they find that he is sitting in the lobby waiting, scalding everyone's dishes and chopsticks, placing them neatly, and distributing the gruel to everyone's bowls. His waist is always straight, he does everything vigorously, when eating, he holds the bottom of the bowl with his hand to his mouth and eats, and then picks up rice after taking a bite of food, moving quickly, but he does not drop a grain, and there is not a grain left. He had finished eating a few bites, and sat there straight, with his hands flat on his lap, waiting for everyone. Qunxiong was embarrassed to let him wait, so he invited him to eat and drink, but he politely declined, and he didn't drink a drop of wine all the way. On the way, many pedestrians couldn't help but take a few more looks after seeing Ling Xue'er's beauty, but Qiu Shanyun never squinted, never looked at other women, and kept the etiquette of men and women. After eating, the group set out, he said to go, the steps were very large, two or three times he hung his luggage on his horse, flew on the horse, without dragging mud and water. The heroes all guessed that his father must have been a strict and principled man, otherwise he would not have been able to train such a son. Lu Fei thought more, in addition to tutoring, Qiu Shanyun's quality was more like that of a soldier, if an army was composed of such soldiers, he would definitely be invincible.

On this day, the heroes came to Yixiong Town, which was only a hundred miles away from Yanjing, and it was almost dusk, and the originally cold town was full of heroes. The inn was full, and even the wild shops on the side of the road were crowded, and some people fought for a room. The people of the Blood Knife Fort had to hurry overnight, and traveled twenty or thirty miles, the sky was already dark, and they saw a country field shop next to the road, although it was dilapidated, the store was not small, with more than ten guest rooms, and four horses tied to the stakes, it seemed that someone had moved in. Everyone reined in front of the store, Dong Guo asked Dao to enter the house and inquired: "Shop, is there still a guest room?" Xiao Er smiled and said: "Uncle, I'm sorry, the room is full, please change to another place?" Dong Guo asked Dao Dao Seeing that the hall was empty, there was only one table of guests, and said: "Hugh wants to play Lao Tzu, where is it full." As he spoke, he rushed in, only to hear one person: "Who is so bold as to dare to break into the store contracted by our Dongting Gang." ”

The four guests at that table were dressed in simple and ordinary clothes, and at first glance they looked inconspicuous, all in their thirties and forties. The man sitting opposite the door has deep eyes and is full of scum, giving people a sense of fortitude and calmness, and there is a hidden leader. The appearance and figure of the men on both sides are similar, like a pair of brothers, and the person who spoke to Dongguo Wendao was ugly, strong as an ox, and he was not a good man or a woman at first glance. Dongguo asked Daodao: "What is the reason for the four of you to charter such a big store and not let others stay in it, if you freeze your grandfather, can you afford it?" The ugly man laughed and said, "Damn, it turned out to be a fraudulent." As he spoke, he took out five big coins, threw them on the ground, and said, "Take it and get out, don't disturb the uncle's wine." Dong Guo asked Dao for a moment, only then did he understand that he regarded himself as a scoundrel, and when he heard the group of heroes snickering behind him, his face was even more pale. He had a short temperament, shouted and pulled out a giant knife, and without saying a word, he would cut it with a knife, no matter what Dongting Gang or Taihu Gang you are, cut it first.

The ugly man was startled, but he didn't expect him to say that he would fight, so he hurriedly pulled out the nine-ring Yanling knife from the table, and the enemy was against the giant knife, and the two fought together. The knife shadow in the store is shaking, the wind is loud, they play similarly, attack more and defend less, fierce and brave. They come from the market, and when they fight, they also have to take advantage of their mouths, and the scolding is vulgar and ugly, and there is no repetition after dozens of sentences, and the song is turned, such as a ballad, coherent up and down, and the tail word rhymes, and the next sentence is scolded according to the last sentence of the scolding,-for-tat, like a couplet. Zhao Hengshan and Du Shu were fascinated by what they heard, and silently memorized two paragraphs to facilitate scolding in the future.

The man at the head shouted with a strong Huxiang accent: "Stop! The ugly strong man snorted coldly, drew his knife and retreated, and Dong Guo asked the knife and scolded: "Whoever runs is my son." The ugly man scolded, "My son won't run away." The leader said: "Zhou Lun, don't be impatient." The strong man named Zhou Lun stopped talking and stepped aside. The man at the head got up and bowed his hand to the group of heroes and said: "All the heroes are invited, there is a misunderstanding, in Xia Yang Tai, if you don't give up, please sit together, and everyone make friends." ”