Water Margin: You dog official, you still say you don’t know martial arts?

Chapter 874 Song Jiang: This is the start of hell! [2 more]

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

In the blacksmith shop of the ordnance camp, Tang Long was happily wielding a large hammer, hammering at a piece of red-hot iron.

While beating and yelling:
"Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!"

This is a little life hack that Liu Gao taught him. It is said that knocking and yelling at the same time does not make you tired at all.

Ever since Tang Long forged a double-edged sword for Liu Gao and a Zhangba Snake Spear for Lin Chong, his business has been getting better and better.

There were big orders every day, and Liu Gao also made him the commander of the ordnance battalion, which was a great honor for him.

In addition, Tang Long's cousin is the Golden Spear General Xu Ning, who is now the commander of the Golden Spear Battalion. The two brothers take care of each other and live a happy life.

"Is Lao Tang here?"

Lu Zhishen strode in, and the brothers who greeted him gradually became "Xuan De-like".

"Grandmaster?"

Tang Long stopped the hammer and asked with a smile:
"What brings the master here?"

Lu Zhishen handed him his water-milled iron Zen staff and half of a crescent moon with a sad face:
"The Sa family's Zen stick was chopped off.

"Brother Lao Tang, can you help me connect the phone?"

"hiss--"

Tang Long couldn't help but take a breath:
"What weapon can break the master's water-milled iron Zen staff?
"Although the master's water-milled iron Zen staff was not made by me, it can still be called a divine weapon!"

“Who says it’s not!

"This staff of mine has been with me everywhere I go, I don't know how many birdmen I have killed..."

Lu Zhishen sighed:
"Who would have thought that today my sister's Azure Dragon Crescent Blade would cut it off..."

"hiss--"

Tang Long couldn't help but take a breath of cold air:
"One Zhang Qing?

"Her knife was made by me personally..."

"really?"

Lu Zhishen's eyes lit up, and he threw the water-milled iron Zen staff away:
"Brother Lao Tang, give me one too!"

"Put it on my little brother!"

Tang Long agreed readily.

This was still an advantage for him because he and Li Kui had recently become sworn brothers.

Judging from Li Kui, he is a generation younger than Lu Zhishen.

Tang Long asked: "Master, I have a lot of good iron here!
"I wonder how hard the Master will hit me with the Zen stick?"

Speaking of this Lu Zhishen, he snorted:

"I originally wanted to catch one that weighs a hundred pounds.

"The blacksmith said earlier that I couldn't use it. Even the Guan Yu sword only weighs 81 pounds.

"I said I'll also get one weighing 81 kilograms.

"The blacksmith said that a fat fish would look ugly and would be useless, so he made me a 62-jin one.

"As a result, the Zen stick feels so light in my hand!

"It's like a wick, totally useless!"

"That blacksmith has mortal eyes and cannot recognize the true Buddha!"

Tang Long knows Lu Zhishen's strength:

"Master, in my opinion, it's better to fight with a 108-jin one!
"It fits the number of Tian Gang Di Sha!"

"Wonderful!"

Lu Zhishen was very happy: "Then I'll beat him up with one weighing 108 kilograms!"

Tang Long agreed immediately: "Leave it to me!"

At the same time, Liu Gao helped Hu Sanniang brush off the snowflakes on her head and body, and took off his cloak and put it on Hu Sanniang's shoulders.

Hu Sanniang pursed her lips in grievance.

She didn't know why she felt aggrieved, as she had already accepted the fact that Hua Yue Niang married first.

But knowing that Hua Yue Niang was pregnant so soon, Hu San Niang still couldn't help feeling aggrieved.

"Sanniang, the New Year is coming soon."

Liu Gao held Hu Sanniang's hand:
"Would you like me to marry you next March?"

"really?"

Hu Sanniang's eyes lit up, and she immediately felt that a girl should be more reserved, so she said tactfully:

"I want fireworks, too!"

Liu Gao laughed:

“It’s a must!

"Although you are a concubine, I will give you everything you deserve!"

Hu Sanniang was already satisfied. After all, she was the second one to marry.

The commander-in-chief of the Hebei Legion, the Holy Mother of the South, and the Empress of the Liao Dynasty are all still queuing up!

"That's right, Your Highness!"

Hu Sanniang said enthusiastically:
“I’ve mastered it!
"I just used my sworn brother to test the knife. Your Highness, guess what?"

Liu Gao: "What's going on?"

Hu Sanniang described to Liu Gao vividly:
"With one strike of my sword, my brother's Zen staff broke into pieces!"

"Wuhu——"

Liu Gao was stunned: "Are you serious?"

"really!"

Hu Sanniang's eyes and eyebrows were curled with a little pride:
"I asked you to practice swordplay with me for a few more times, but you ran away so fast!"

Good guy!
Liu Gao took a look at Hu Sanniang's attribute panel, and sure enough, her combat power value had increased to 95!

It has only been a short month since the martial arts competition, and I didn't expect Hu Sanniang to have made such great progress.

Although she benefited from the title of "The Best Swordsman in Fengyun", it must be said that Hu Sanniang had a talent for martial arts.

Originally, Liu Gao thought Hu Sanniang could break through the 90 mark, but now he feels that she is not far from 100...

……

Tokyo.

After meeting the emperor, Song Jiang came to the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

Here, he met Grand Tutor Cai Jing, Grand Tutor Yang Jian, Grand Marshal Zhang Bangchang and a foreigner.

This man has blond hair, golden eyes, and a huge mouth, so big that it seems like you can fit a fist in it.

When Zhang Bangchang introduced this person, he said: "Song Zhizhou, this is the new East Hall Privy Councilor Wang Fu."

Song Jiang hurriedly greeted Wang Fu.

Although he was appointed as the prefect of Bozhou by Song Huizong, he was still far from being the Privy Councilor of the Eastern Hall.

"Good good!"

Wang Fu looked Song Jiang up and down with a smile:

"Song Zhizhou is indeed a handsome man, and he is a good fighter!"

Song Jiang smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes..."

Wang Fu asked with a smile: "Song Zhizhou, do you know why the government appointed you as the Zhizhou of Bozhou?"

Song Jiang said cautiously: "I don't know, please let the Prime Minister tell me!"

"Because of King Yan!"

Wang Fu casually used a teacup to lay out a map:

“The one in the middle is your Bozhou.

"On the left is Daming Prefecture, above are Enzhou and Dezhou, on the right is Qizhou, and below is Yunzhou.

"Do you understand it?"

"hiss--"

Song Jiang couldn't help but take a breath:
"Prime Minister, is it possible that I have been surrounded by the State of Yan?"

Wang Fu: "Yes!"

“Originally, it was not surrounded.”

Zhang Bangchang sighed:
"But the King of Yan occupied Daming Prefecture, so Bozhou became an enclave..."

Yang Jian snorted coldly:
“He’s called the King of Yan, but he’s actually a traitor!

"Song Zhizhou is not an outsider. Let me make it clear to you that the Prince of Yan is a grave threat to the government!
"It's just that the government was forced to make him the King of Yan, and now we have no right to move against him!"

Zhang Bangchang said, "The emperor is worried about the King of Yan. Are you willing to share the emperor's worries, Song Zhizhou?"

"Ah this..."

Song Jiang was depressed: This is a start... Hell mode!

But Song Huizong trusted him so much and entrusted him with such an important task, how could he say no?

Seeing Song Jiang hesitate, Cai Jing gave him more money:
"If Magistrate Song can get rid of Prince Yan, the four of us can guarantee that you will be the governor of Kaifeng Prefecture!"

"hiss--"

Song Jiang's eyes lit up:

How great it is to be the governor of Kaifeng!

Several decades ago, there was a magistrate of Kaifeng Prefecture with a similarly black face, who beheaded Lao Shezhai with a dragon head guillotine!

Zhang Bangchang added: "Even if you can't get rid of the Prince of Yan, as long as you can contain the Prince of Yan, it will be considered a contribution!
"When the imperial army attacks Daming Prefecture someday, you and the imperial army can attack from both sides, and maybe you can make a great contribution!"

When Song Jiang heard this, he bowed without hesitation:
"I am willing to share your worries!"

(End of this chapter)