Hsu Fengnian let go of the dagger as he was surrounded by more than ten ferocious bandits. The woman, who had a graceful figure but a vicious heart, took the dagger away from him. She was also tactful and no longer stuck to the handsome scholar. She took a few steps back and imitated the naive look of a sixteen year old girl. She smiled and asked, "Young master, are you afraid?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled bitterly and said, "How can I not be afraid?"
She held her chest and smiled sweetly, "It's good that you're afraid. I see that you have some skills, so I'll give you two options. One is to fight to the death and challenge all of us. After you die, we'll chop your meat and make steamed buns. The other is to join our stronghold and become brothers. We'll drink meat and drink wine together."
A man who was as thin as a bamboo pole but had a full chest of hair whispered, "Qing Zhu Niang, shouldn't it be eating meat and drinking wine?"
The woman who was exposed raised her eyebrows. She twisted her waist and walked like a bamboo leaf. She stepped on the man's foot and said, "I'll let you eat meat and drink wine! Without me, you can take off your pants and cut off your balls to cook and eat! "
Hsu Fengnian said without hesitation, "Let's be brothers."
The woman's eyes flashed with contempt. The skinny monkey spat and scolded, "With this kind of virtue, it's a waste of food for our stronghold to accept."
The sound of horse hooves came closer and closer. The woman frowned and raised her arm to cover half of her face. She squinted her eyes and looked over. More than ten men were happy. Hsu Fengnian turned around and saw six valiant riders galloping over. The rider in the lead had a natural and upright appearance. He carried an iron rod wrapped in gold and silver thread. In a second-rate righteous sect, this person would not be careless at all if he were to be placed in the position of the head. One of the two riders beside him had a black body and carried a pair of broad axes. He had yellow eyebrows and unkempt hair. He was born with a ferocious face. The other rider was dressed as a Taoist priest. He wore a large linen robe with a pattern of yin and yang fish on it. There was a brown belt inlaid with jade around his waist. He wore a pair of silk shoes and clean socks. His face was white and his beard long. The remaining three riders were all strong men with weapons in their hands. Except for the leader of the stick dance and the middle-aged Taoist, the other four were all stained with blood. Especially the man with yellow eyebrows, it was as if he had been soaked in a blood vat.
The six riders dismounted at the same time. The valiant leader said sadly, "We were not able to save Brother Song. We are sorry."
The skinny monkey wailed and fell to the ground, wailing incessantly. A dark-skinned man who was three times the weight of a skinny monkey threw his two broad axes together and said in a muffled voice, "Damn bastard, I've been killing from the east side of the execution field to the west side. I've been killing until my hands have gone limp."
The Taoist priest looked at Hsu Fengnian, the uninvited guest, and then glanced at the woman. The latter explained in a bad mood, "The fish and prawns have just been caught in the net. They haven't had time to cook them yet."
She looked at the unlucky handsome young man and smiled charmingly, "This young man has some skills. Since my brothers have arrived, I'll capture him and send him to the kitchen. I'll make a few big trays of meat buns and send them up the mountain to reward everyone."
The handsome leader frowned and said, "Lady Qing Zhu, why are you doing this kind of business again?"
She said righteously, "If I don't do this again, I won't have anything to eat. A hero will starve to death for a penny. I don't care how chivalrous you are, but I can't treat myself unfairly!"
The man took out a gold ingot from his pocket and smiled gently, "Take it as this month's food money."
He turned to Hsu Fengnian and smiled, "I'm sorry to disturb you, young master. I'm Han Fang from Mount Liuyi. If you trust me, let's drink a bowl of inferior wine together. Just take it as me helping you get over your shock."
The man who sat on the ground and gasped for breath said with a rough voice, "Brother Han, why are you talking nonsense with this pretty boy? Drinking is giving him a lot of face. If he doesn't drink, let me, Lu Dayi, chop off his head with an axe and use it as a urinal!"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and nodded, "Drink."
The elegant man who became a bandit shouted, "Don't be rude!"
He took the lead and sat down at the table outside the wine shop. He put aside the iron staff that was passed down from his ancestors that was worth a lot of silver and stretched out his hand to Hsu Fengnian. Hsu Fengnian did not stand on ceremony. He took down his book case and sat down face to face with this man who called himself Han Fang from Mount Liuyi. They clinked bowls and drank the wine in one gulp. His straightforward action won the favor of many men who were watching. The Daoist who carried an ancient sword with pine patterns on his back sat down gently. Han Fang introduced, "This is Zhang Xiucheng, born in a noble family. He is good at everything, including the classics, astronomy, geography, and everything. He is good at writing. He was once a trusted aide of a provincial governor in Orange Province, but he became a Daoist because he was framed by someone. He is different from us rough people."
The man with yellow eyebrows who sat down casually said, "Brother Han, you're still the descendant of three generations of generals. If it weren't for your Han family, Ji Province would have been stabbed into a sieve by the northern barbarians. If it weren't for that fatuous ruler of Liyang Dynasty, Zhao, who didn't know what was good for him, you would have been a Fourth Grade Border Official by now."
Han Fang's eyes were clouded, but he hid his emotions well. He laughed at himself and said, "Young master, you must be joking. Let's not talk about this. Let's drink. "
The curvaceous woman who was nicknamed Lady Qing Zhu picked up another jar of wine and smashed it on the table, "You've drugged it. You're all fish on my chopping board."
Han Fang quickly smiled and said, "And this one, I have to remind you. Liu Qingzhu, just call her Lady Qing Zhu. She has a sharp tongue but a soft heart."
Hsu Fengnian did not know what was good for him and said, "I've just seen Lady Qing Zhu's dagger. She has a sharp tongue but a sharp heart. "
Han Fang was stunned and felt a little embarrassed.
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