Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The gloomy sky has become even dimmer. The temperature has dropped a lot in the past two years, and snow has fallen more frequently than in previous years. On the streets of Yidu, pedestrians began to rush back in a hurry. The salesmen walking on the street looked up at the sky, sighed, and carried their goods to prepare. If you go back and freeze out, you won't be able to go out and sell goods tomorrow.

The dull sound of hoofbeats came from the street, and pedestrians screamed. Dozens of horses galloped on the street. An old man was walking slowly and was hit by a red military horse. The sound of broken bones was heard, and the human body was knocked out by the horse. Three feet away, he landed on the ground and rolled a few times, lying face down. Soon a sticky dark red liquid flowed out on the ground.

“I hit someone—I hit someone—don’t run!”

"I'm dying. Does anyone know this father-in-law?"

In the chaos, some people screamed, and some people came forward to check. The bearded man driving the horse didn't care at all, and just kept whipping the horse. Fortunately, there were fewer people on the road, and the horse rushed back to Yun Mansion in a short time. The group dismounted their horses and stepped in.

"Where is my son?" As he stepped into the mansion, Yun Tianbiao asked the servant beside him with red eyes. His red face seemed to be smeared with blood, and the corners of his mouth were bent downward.

"In the front...in the front hall...Madam is also here." In the trembling reply, the person who answered bent down and lowered his head, wishing to curl up on the ground. The moment the bearded man passed by, he sat down on the ground as if he was exhausted, his forehead was full of Cold sweat flowed down his cheeks.

All the servants and maids hid and ran away one after another. Those who had no time to dodge quickly retreated to an inconspicuous corner and knelt down, waiting cautiously for someone to walk by, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The front door of the hall was open. The light was not good during the day, so it was lit with white wax. In the light, the familiar furnishings had a hint of desolation. There was a faint cry of a woman, and the military manager strode in. At a glance, I saw Yunlong's six-yang leader on the table. In front of the table, a middle-aged woman was lying on the ground crying.

"My son!"

With tears in Danfeng's eyes, she staggered to the table step by step, leaned down, and touched her cheek with her trembling hands. The cold, dry skin was grayish-white with cyan in it.

"who is it!"

boom--

He yelled angrily and punched the table hard. The wooden box placed aside jumped up. In the light, Yun Tianbiao seemed to have discovered something. He picked up the box and saw a line of writing on the inner wall of the box:
[I heard that General Siyun will attack Liangshan in the near future, so he gave me a small gift, which is not respectful. 】

[Signed by: Li Zhu, Li Ying]

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The hand holding the wooden box squeezed hard, and a thin crack appeared on one side of the box. The muscles on his face were trembling, and his eyes were blood red: "Liang——Shan——" he roared, "I swear to you and I are not at odds with each other!" "

"what!"

Amidst the violent shouting, the big man kicked a chair on one side. With a crackling sound, the wooden chair fell apart and shattered into pieces of wood. He looked at the two trembling maids in a blink of an eye, stepped forward, and pulled out with a cry. Sword.

"Langjun doesn't want it!"

puff--

As he begged for mercy, the sharp tip of the sword pierced his heart. As the other person screamed "Ah!", the man pulled out his sword, and the moment blood spurted out onto his face, he stabbed the maid to death with another sword. .

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

After stabbing the sword several times, the man whose chest heaved violently straightened up, raised his sleeves to wipe the blood from his face, and glanced at the woman over there: "Stop crying!"

"Someone, drag these two bitches out and bury them."

Amidst the loud shouts, the woman's crying voice stopped for an instant. Several soldiers walked in and dragged the dead body away from the ground without looking away. Inside the house, the sound of teeth gnashing in the man's mouth was heard as he stepped out of the door. , looked at the remaining soldiers: "Follow me to the treasury."

……

When Yun Tianbiao entered the mansion, someone from Yidu's magistrate's office also ran in quickly. This person was an official of the magistrate. He was out on business today and happened to encounter Yun Tianbiao riding a horse and wounding someone in the city. This person was usually a bit jealous. If you don't go to Yun Tianbiao, see this and come back to give him eye drops.

The prefect, Murong Yanda, was about 40 years old. He had a round face, a goatee, and a slightly chubby figure. He was sitting with his legs crossed, drinking tea and reading. The candlelight on the table was swaying, and a scent of fragrance was wafting in the room. After listening The visitor just raised his eyes and looked at it: "Go, ask two people to go to Yun Mansion, ask Yun Tianbiao to come over, and see what the horses are like in the city."

"Yes."

Watching the person walk out, he took the tea cup and gently rubbed the rim of the cup. The next moment he put it on the table, and a contemptuous voice sounded: "A bunch of red guys, none of them obey the rules, and they still return "Spring and Autumn Theory", ha!"

The wind and snow gradually began to blow, and the snowflakes the size of rice grains were picked up by the wind and hit on the face. It had a slight cold feeling. The sky was livid, and the magistrate did not dare to respond to the summons. However, the visitor said that it was because of the manipulation in the city. Regarding the horse, at this time, he had no choice but to walk patiently to the magistrate's office, followed by two soldiers carrying black burdens.

The whistling wind drowned out the sound of pedestrians' footsteps on the street. The horse's hooves stepping gently brought up the snow-covered soil. In the mist of fine snow, the gate of the prefecture appeared in front of us, with its long beard covered with snowflakes. He stretched out his hand and brushed it, his hands were full of moisture, and the water droplets slid down his beard, gathering to the tip of the beard and refusing to fall off.

When he bent down to bow, his beard drooped, and water drops fell down from the force: "Young general Yun Tianbiao, I have met the prefect."

Snapped--

Throwing the book on the table, Murong Yanda raised his head, looked at the figure who was still saluting but had not stood up, and smiled with satisfaction: "That's all, no need to be polite."

When the person on the other side straightened up, the Qingzhou magistrate stroked his goatee and said, "Why are you so panicked today? Why did you gallop wildly in the city and killed several people one after another? As the commander-in-chief of soldiers and horses in this state, how can you be so ignorant?"

"My dear sir, the young general's only son met with an accident, and he was in a hurry, so he was in the city..." He did not change his clothes at this time, and ran back all the way. His boots and legs were full of mud spots. He deliberately did not show up when he arrived in the snow. Wearing rain gear, a few strands of melted snow stuck to his face, looking a little embarrassed.

He winked hard, but no tears appeared. He simply tilted his head and closed his eyes, bowed and handed his hands in his arms: "It is the young general's fault that so many misfortunes have happened. The young general is willing to accept the punishment!"

Murong Yanda was stunned for a moment. Opposite him, the red-faced man straightened up and said, "The young general has brought the property and will hand it over to your husband. I hope your husband will do the work for you to soothe people's hearts."

After saying that, he took a step back and went to the door. The two soldiers who followed him quickly handed over the package they were carrying. Yun Tianbiao took it, closed the door again, bowed and put the package in his hand on the table, and untied it casually. .The black cloth slipped away, revealing the golden statue of Laojun. Under the firelight, the texture on the horns was clearly visible, and the entire statue shone with dazzling light.

"This... the statue of Laojun riding a bull!" Murong Yanda stood up, looked at Yun Tianbiao, and pointed at the statue: "This is..."

Yun Tianbiao cupped his hands and said, "Mr. sir! The young general's sleeves are clear. Apart from his salary, he has no source of money. It seems that he got this by chance. I am willing to hand it over. I only hope that my husband can help comfort the injured."

"Oh——" He glanced meaningfully at the opposite side, stretched out his hand to shake his sleeves, and picked up the statue. He saw that the whole body was made of gold. The green bull's head below was raised as if he was walking away. Above him, Taishang Laojun smiled kindly. Wearing a robe, with a straw hat on his back, he sits on the back of an ox, with a rolled-up book in his hand. The three characters "Tao Te Ching" are engraved in the middle, and Laojun's name is signed below.

He stretched out his hand and stroked his goatee. The magistrate's eyes narrowed: "Well... I see that you have repented. Please remember not to act as you please in the future." He paused slightly and looked at the commander of the army and horses: "What happened to your master?" thing?"

Yun Tianbiao immediately gritted his teeth and said: "The dog went to Yunzhou to live with his family, but he was poisoned by the Liangshan bandits. Yin and yang are separated." He cupped his fists and shook his hands: "I hope your Majesty will allow the young general to send troops for revenge. This time we will definitely kill this gang." The thief can only relieve his hatred by crushing his bones and scattering his ashes."

He gently rubbed the statue of Lao Tzu riding a bull with his hand, squinted at Yun Tianbiao for a long time, and nodded: "There are bandits running rampant in Qingzhou. You can quickly send troops to destroy them. I just heard that the thieves were cunning and fled to Liangshan. Although Qingzhou's army has not yet The transfer order cannot be cross-border, but..." He half-turned around, supported the desk with one hand, and held the statue in front of his eyes to look at: "You have a military order from the Privy Council, which allows you to control the troops and horses of several states, so you can pursue cross-state pursuits. "

"Thank you, Mr. Xian!" Yun Tianbiao was overjoyed and quickly bowed down. After a slight hesitation, he glanced secretly: "Mr. Xian, can the other four generals also allow him to lend a helping hand to the young general?"

"That's all, help them to the end." Waving his hand, the prefect turned to look at him: "Just contact the four of them. I will write a family letter to the noble concubine today."

"There is no way I can repay my kindness to you. I will definitely repay you in the future." The sturdy man quickly knelt down and kowtowed, then bowed and walked back out.

The moment the door closed, Murong Yanda turned around and continued to look at the golden statue, murmuring: "My little sister said that the official wanted to be the Taojun Emperor. Isn't this a good sign..."

In the afternoon of that day, several riders rushed out of Qingzhou, changed horses along the way, and rushed towards Bianliang.

Soon, some people rushed to the river bank and rowed south.

……

The wind and snow had been blowing for two days, and fine crystals fell on the treetops, gradually accumulating into large pieces, bending the branches. At a certain moment, they could no longer hold the weight, and they all fell to the ground with a crash.

The training ground located in the back mountain of Liangshan is still filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Soldiers with guns are walking back and forth, and soldiers in heavy armor are shouting "kill Zhentian" in the camp. In such weather, the other school grounds are silent. Only here is different.

In the tent with a blood-red flag, the first figure wearing a beast-faced head-swallowing chain armor stood up and threw a book full of handwriting on the table. The black-poled Fangtian painted halberd was inserted into the tent. On the shelf, he walked to the side table at this time, picked up a cup of steaming wine and drank it, then looked at the man in the tent wearing black armor with a pale face and said: "These two battalions of heavy-armored sergeants belong to a certain Wherever you put your heart and soul, no matter whether it’s windy or rainy, as long as you don’t fall down, you’ll have to practice until you die.”

He stopped and looked at the person on the other side who was hesitant to speak, waved his hand and said: "The things to pay attention to are all written in that book, but there are some things. It's hard to say whether they are correct. Lin Chong teaches him how to use a gun. You Xi Sheng will do it." To make them obey orders, even if they know they are going to die, they still have to have the courage to rush forward and drag others to death."

The man smiled bitterly: "Brother, this is not only about military discipline, but it may take a lot of means to inspire the bloody courage of these people."

Lu Bu put down the cup and said with a somewhat indifferent expression: "Then use means to feed them with meat, give them enough money and food, take good care of their families, marry them and have children, and leave offspring. Find someone to give them blood. I'll find you whatever you want." Why? After half a year, I will see the results."

In the cold winter, the mountain wind stirred the camp tent, and the thick curtain suddenly opened. Before a figure left, a voice came over: "Brother, there is a situation in Qingzhou."

The man who came in was Qiao Lie, wearing a thick preacher's robe and fur. There was some snow on the hem of the preacher's robe. The man stamped his feet twice, shaking off the white snow on the ground. Under the burning of the brazier, it gradually turned into water stains and seeped into the soil. .

"What's going on? Sit down and say, Yu Cheng, pour him a glass of wine."

The young guard at the rear quickly picked up the old wine that was warm on the bonfire and put two slices of ginger into the cup. The poured wine was emitting heat.

Lu Bu turned around and sat down at his head. He watched the Taoist drink a few sips to warm himself up and said, "Brother, there is a report from Qingzhou that soldiers and horses in the state have been mobilized. They say that there are bandits running rampant in the state."

Under the gaze of the tiger eyes, he paused: "However, Pindao has already found out clearly that several green forest forces in Qingzhou are staying at home for the winter, and no one comes out to hunt for wild food. Combined with him and others to recruit the local brave militia and recruit ships, there may be another Have a plan."

Xi Sheng sat down next to him and chuckled when he heard the words: "Brother Qiao might as well say it straight, he is waiting for the purpose of waiting for me."

He patted his leg armor, and amid the clanging sound, Lu Bu's voice rang out: "Xi Sheng is right. At this time, it's probably Li Zhu's gift that has the effect of mobilizing troops and generals and collecting ships."

He looked at the Taoist with a questioning look: "Is there any movement from the other four soldiers and horses?"

Qiao Lie shook his head: "No news has come yet. I'm afraid the road is covered with snow and it's difficult to travel. The news from Qingzhou came by boat, which is much faster than on land."

"The river has not frozen this year." The clear man was a little lucky.

"Then we need to prepare quickly." He drank the warm old wine in the cup in one gulp and chewed the ginger slices soaked in the wine. The spicy juice filled his mouth: "Let the scouts move. In such a snowy day, the enemy's traces must be traced." Not hard to find.”

"Pindao can also ask the brothers in Youshi Mansion to make a move. There is no way that the army will pass by without noticing it."

The tall figure at the top narrowed his eyes and nodded: "Keep an eye on them. Let Ma Jun's son move around in these two days. Don't give birth to a fat body that will be useless when the war comes."

"Don't worry, brother, he will go out for a walk every now and then and everything will be fine."

"That's good."

As he spoke, Lu Bu looked towards the roof of the tent, thinking that he was about to fight again.

In the middle of winter, Liangshan's scouts were out in all directions, and people often went out in various towns. They were mixed in with the crowds going in and out of the city, and there was no strange feeling at all.

Not long after, Wei Zhaode, who had been out on a sea ship for a long time, returned to the water village. Besides a few sallow-looking scholar-looking people, he also came back with boxes of jewelry and money. (End of chapter)