Liver in Water Margin, outlaw madman

Niu Er was brutally beaten in the street that day.

Not only does my body ache, but my heart aches too.

He lives on the streets, all he cares about is face, and he's fearless.

Otherwise, why would those merchants be afraid of him?

He has no choice but to fight back, and he has no face to continue hanging around here.

So they prepared for a few days, gathered dozens of hooligans, and once everything was ready, they went straight to the vegetable garden.

This time, he's going to beat them into submission.

A group of impoverished people from outside the city dared to challenge him from within the city.

Does he deserve it?!

"Zhang San, come out here!" Niu Er shouted loudly from outside the vegetable garden. Although he was a little stunned, he knew that Daxiangguo Temple was not to be trifled with.

Don't underestimate this vegetable garden; it belongs to the Daxiangguo Temple.

Stealing a little is fine, but if someone leads a group of people to rush in, the situation changes completely.

When the time comes, the Great Xiangguo Temple will send someone to deliver a message to Kaifeng Prefecture, and they will inevitably encounter some difficulties.

Hearing this, Zhang Shan couldn't help but laugh and said to Lu Zhishen, "Brother, you stay on the sidelines and let me practice!"

Lu Zhishen laughed along, "Brother, go easy on him, don't end up killing him like I did."

"Haha, don't worry, big brother, I know what I'm doing," Zhang Shan said excitedly.

They were just a bunch of hooligans, and neither of them cared.

Zhang Shan picked up a stick from the ground, but he dared not use it because it had a spearhead. He stabbed the man to death with one shot.

He led Li Si and the others to the entrance of the vegetable garden.

"Niu Er, are you itching for a beating again?" Zhang Shan asked, gently hefting the stick in his hand.

Niu Er, with his disheveled beard and bare chest revealing his fat body, tilted his head and laughed loudly, "Grandpa will loosen your skin for you today."

"Brothers, charge!"

Niu Er's group consisted of about twenty or thirty people.

Zhang Shan's side only had about twenty people.

The opposing side, relying on their superior numbers, will try to overwhelm the enemy by swarming in.

"Wait!" Zhang Shan shouted.

Niu Er was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Haha, Zhang San, are you scared? If you are scared, crawl between my legs and I'll let you off this time."

After he finished speaking, the group of hooligans behind him burst into laughter.

In their view, how could twenty or thirty people possibly lose against a dozen or so of them?

A favorable wind!

"Haha, Niu Er, even if you crawl between my legs today, I'll still beat you up." Zhang Shan laughed loudly. He couldn't miss this rare opportunity for sparring.

Niu Er's expression changed, his eyes widened, and he raised his arms, ready to charge ahead.

"However, just fighting isn't fun. How about we add some stakes? That way, whoever wins can have a good meal and drinks." Zhang Shan had no choice but to prepare to buy some Niu Er coins.

Earning money honestly is too slow; he doesn't have enough time.

Furthermore, he had truly had enough of the hardship of honestly earning money; it was simply impossible to do so!

Upon hearing this, Niu Er stopped and said happily, "Grandpa is naturally happy that you're willing to give him money."

"You name the price you're willing to pay!"

Zhang Shan held up one finger.

Niu Er immediately pouted: "Zhang San, you're too poor. You only have one string of silver. Forget it."

"No, one thousand strings of cash!" Zhang Shan said directly.

Niu Er was so angry he laughed, pointing to his own nose and saying, "Does Grandpa look like someone who owns a thousand strings of cash?"

"Besides, do you even have one?"

I've become a scoundrel, and you're asking me if I have a thousand strings of cash!

Zhang Shan couldn't help but sigh, thinking to himself, "You're so famous, how come you're broke?"

In those days, an average person could only earn a few dozen coins a day, and even with hard work, they could only earn a dozen or so strings of cash a year.

After deducting food and drink expenses, I can't save much money!

"If you have no money, what are you doing all day? One hundred strings of cash is the minimum, otherwise your reputation as Niu Er will be worthless," Zhang Shan said helplessly.

Lin Chong was wealthy; he spent a thousand strings of cash to buy a precious sword.

Upon hearing this, Niu Er felt a surge of humiliation.

"Fine, a hundred it is. Let's see if you can pull it out. If you can't, I'll beat you to death!" Niu Er said through gritted teeth.

As he spoke, he charged forward, shouting, "Brothers, if we win, we're going to Fanlou!"

Upon hearing this, a group of hooligans charged forward, howling and shouting.

This is just as exciting as saying, "If we win, I'll treat everyone to a nightclub!"

Zhang Shan smiled. He hadn't understood it clearly when he first learned it, but this time he saw it clearly.

Niu Er was fat, not strong, and he had never trained.

His steps were unsteady, and his exertion was scattered.

"Brothers, follow me!" Zhang Shan laughed loudly and thrust his stick at Niu Er.

Li Si and his gang were experienced fighters and weren't afraid at all.

Especially in the last few days, although they are not very talented in martial arts, they have learned some strategies of teamwork and are no longer fighting randomly like before.

Three or four people were seen together, some carrying sticks, others unarmed, charging towards the other side as a group.

Lu Zhishen moved a stool and sat under the shade of a tree, a smile on his face and a relaxed expression on his face.

A fight involving forty or fifty people is a minor incident in the army, not worth mentioning.

Not to mention, these hooligans have no rules whatsoever.

However, something is better than nothing.

Life in the vegetable garden was incredibly boring.

Zhang Shan, holding a stick, jabbed Niu Er in the right shoulder.

He dared not poke Niu Er's throat, for fear of killing him with a single blow.

Just because there's no gunhead doesn't mean you can't kill someone!

A soft click was heard, but no one noticed it amidst the noisy crowd.

"Ah!" Niu Er screamed and staggered backward.

His right arm immediately became immobile.

Seeing this, Zhang Shan, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, thrust a stick at the next person.

puff

puff

It always hits someone, either on the left or right shoulder.

what

what

Screams rose and fell; almost everyone who was stabbed lost their fighting ability and collapsed to the ground, howling in agony.

Just then, Niu Er shouted, "Wang Qing, aren't you going to make a move?"

It turns out that Niu Er also invited a master.

Wang Qing, who was hiding in the back, originally just wanted to put on a show and gain favors for free. With more than 30 people fighting against more than 10, there was no need for him to take action.

Unexpectedly, there really were experts inside.

The way they used the spear and staff was obvious in other moves, but this thrusting move seemed to be a military technique. If they had a spearhead, I wonder how many of them would have died.

Niu Er had now exposed him; he had no choice but to step forward, or he would never be able to survive on the streets again.

He jumped out from behind, also carrying a stick, and shouted, "Take this!"

Suddenly, Wang Qing leaped out from behind, soaring high into the air, gripping the end of the stick tightly with both hands, and descended from above with a whooshing sound.

It cleaved towards Zhangshan.

It turned out that Wang Qing's plan was to use his strength to break Zhang Shan's stick.

Zhang Shan was slightly taken aback, not because he was intimidated by the move.

Instead, the name Wang Qing seemed strangely familiar, which caused him to pause for a moment.

However, Zhang Shan quickly realized what was happening.

Faced with the club falling from the sky, Zhang Shan did not raise the club to block it.

Instead, he aimed straight at Wang Qing's hands and thrust them forward.

This is the move he's become most proficient with these days, and it's also the move he uses best.

In actual combat, this is the move I subconsciously use.

Lu Zhishen, who was initially worried, couldn't help but stand up and cheer loudly upon seeing this move!

Martial arts skills can be learned, but combat talent is mostly innate.

"ah"

A scream rang out in the air!