Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The dinner ended very late. Yang Min, who was normally transparent, was so drunk that he didn't know how he got drunk. Everyone in the room was just a little tipsy, but he was He lay down under the table and muttered nonsense that was inaudible and incomprehensible.

"Brother Yang feels so miserable on weekdays."

Lu Bu glanced at the thin figure on the ground and felt a little emotional in his heart. This man usually couldn't beat a fart with three sticks, but he didn't expect that he would drink like this when he met his family members today. He must have taken off his guard.

Yu Cheng on the side stood up with great discernment and wanted to help the man up.

"I'll do it." Yang Bangyi's face was slightly red. It was rare for a clan brother with whom he had a good relationship to come, so he inevitably drank two more drinks. He knelt down and wanted to help, but Yang Zaixing, the little man waiting on the side, came over: " Daddy, I’m coming.”

He was small in stature but very strong. He could lift the person up with one arm. The person took a step forward and put his other hand on his. The drunkard lying on the ground climbed onto his back.

"Send your uncle to your house first, and you can come over and sleep tonight." Yang Bangyi said to his son, and then to his wife: "Please take care of him."

"The slave family will save it." Yang nodded in agreement, said "Blessings" to Lu Bu and others, and then followed Yang Zaixing out.

Yang Bangyi turned his back to Lu Bu and others, and watched his mother and father taking their clan brother out. He was silent for a moment, and then said: "Min Wei's younger brother was not like this before. He used to be a cheerful person. Although his talents were not enough, he was He is very talented in mathematics and memory."

Lu Bu and others looked at the elegant man who spoke, with some vague thoughts in their hearts. The next moment, the man turned around and bowed to Lu Bu: "I have often heard Mr. Shu say that people in the world are proud of their martial arts skills. I The martial arts of this clan member may not be favored by heroes, but he is also capable. Heroes must have expenses and income, so if Minwei brother can be an accountant, he will definitely be able to do the job. I hope you all A hero can be kind to him."

"You are worrying too much. Brother Yang has helped a lot. How can we blame him harshly before we can be happy?" Lu Bu looked at him with a complicated expression. Although there was some misunderstanding, it was not annoying.

When Yang Min was introducing him just now, in order to avoid trouble, he did not say that he was from Liangshan. Yang Bangyi was dedicated to studying and wanted to get fame, and had little contact with outside information. Even after hearing Lu Bu's name, he could only mutter secretly. He has the same name as the ancients, but he didn't think about it as a bandit.

Li Zhu looked at Yang Bangyi with a smile: "Don't worry, brother Yang is now in charge of my brother's money. We all know how capable he is."

"That's good, that's good." The elegant man straightened his back, let out a long sigh, and looked much more relaxed on his face.

Lu Bu looked him up and down, then suddenly smiled and said: "Brother Yang said before I came that you couldn't get the sand out of your eyes. I thought you would kill your relatives and send him to prison."

"Lu Yingxiong was joking." Yang Bangyi showed a wry smile: "Minwei brother did nothing wrong, he just didn't want to join in the corruption. If I sent him to the official position, wouldn't he be just like those corrupt officials? It's just me doing this My brother doesn’t have the ability to vindicate him, so I can only wrong him first.”

What if it breaks the law?Will you still do this?
This sentence flashed in Lu Bu's mind. He didn't ask. He just smiled and said, "If Brother Yang knew that you have such intention, I think he would be even more pleased."

Yang Bangyi looked at the sky full of stars outside, and didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore, so he said: "Let's not talk about this anymore. It's getting late now. If you heroes don't dislike it, you can stay here. It's just that the home is simple and the guest room is There is only one room, I’m afraid…”

"Brother in the guest room, let's stay with the third lady." Assistant Li stroked his beard and pointed at the ground: "I'm used to living in the wild. I just need a bed and quilt."

On the side, Yu Cheng nodded his head.

Zhang Heng and Zhang Shun also grinned: "We can all fall asleep on the boat, let alone in the house."

"There are beddings. I will take Lu Yingxiong and his wife to the guest room first. Everyone, please wait a moment." Yang Bangyi said, reaching out to Lu Bu and Yi Zhangqing: "You two, please!"

"It's work."

Lu Bu was not polite, nodded at Li Zhu and others, and immediately went out with Hu Sanniang and the Yang scholar.

The man sent them into the guest room, then hurriedly ran back to the house to ask for bedding from his mother-in-law. Yang was in the kitchen making soup for a drunken man to sober up. After listening to her husband's words, she hurried back into the house, rummaged through the cabinets, and took out a few beddings. Let Yang Bangyi, Yang Zaixing and his son carry it and distribute it to the guests.

That night, everyone spent the night fighting in this courtyard.

Early the next morning, Lu Bu, who was always in good spirits, opened his eyes on time, gently opened Hu Sanniang's arms and legs from around him, got out of bed, put on his clothes and walked out of the guest room.

The sky had just broken, and it looked a little dim. Lu Bu didn't bring his Fangtian painted halberd, and only had a ring-headed sword in his hand. He immediately started practicing in the courtyard, but he saw the sword shining brightly, and the cold light shooting out. None of the moves seems complicated or beautiful, but they are all very powerful. Every time they are swung, the wind of the sword roars, and they are well versed in the three words of fast, accurate and ruthless.

It was only time for a longer meal. Lu Bu withdrew his sword, exhaled a breath of air, raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and heard Yang Bangyi's voice behind him: "Good work, Yingxiong Lu!"

Lu Bu was stunned and turned around to see the elegant scholar standing on the other side of the courtyard, with Yang Zaixing beside him. He was looking at the sword in his hand with excitement. From the looks of the two of them, they were obviously standing. a period of time.

"Yang Xiucai." Lu Bu greeted him: "You still know how to use a sword without thinking about it?"

"I don't understand, but there are also elders in my family who have retired from the military. They learned some family marksmanship when they were young, but later gave it up in order to gain fame." The man with his son shook his head with regret, and said with a smile: " It’s just that I have been exposed to some martial arts. No matter how the techniques and weapons change, some things can be understood at a glance, Lu Yingxiong..."

"It's better not to call me that. I feel I can't be called a hero." In a calm tone, the figure holding the knife returned the knife to its sheath and smiled: "He is just a common man who can't stop the superior from doing what he did. He did stupid things and failed to persuade him to do the right thing. If I had known that there would be such consequences, I would have risked my life..." He looked at the sky with strange eyes: "Well, it's impossible for that kind of person to listen to this guy. Speech.”

"Lu... a senior official." Yang Bangyi opened his mouth to say something, but then changed his title abruptly: "It seems that although the senior official is young, a lot of things have happened to him."

Lu Bu looked at him meaningfully and said, "You can always surpass Yang Xiucai's imagination."

"Then I want to take a guess..." The elegant man also became interested and looked Lu Bu up and down: "The appearance of a high official... the sword technique he just practiced is a decisive way to kill. Have you ever hung out in the army?"

The figure holding the knife was silent for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

Yang Bangyi asked again: "The high official's superior must be a certain minister in the court, right?" Lu Bu's back felt a little numb when he was asked, but at this time he was chatting casually and turned away to ignore others. , bit the bullet and said: "...you can say that."

"That's it." Yang Bangyi sighed: "This dynasty is ruled by scholar-bureaucrats. How can the identities of high-ranking officials and generals be revealed? I just don't know..." He looked at the opposite side with some curiosity: "Which gentleman is he doing? What?"

Lu Bu was a little annoyed that he was too talkative. How could he explain clearly and not be regarded as hysterical?He just lowered his head and said vaguely: "The past is over, it's not easy to talk about it anymore, we just have to move forward."

The scholar over there only thought of mentioning other people's sad things, and was a little embarrassed, so he laughed and said: "The senior officials have a clear view, and they are right. The past is like smoke, blown away by the wind, but the future can be expected, but It cannot be lived up to, people should still move forward.”

The two people were talking about "each having their own secrets". At this time, Yang Bangyi was a little ashamed to poke someone's pain, but he was also a little emotional. Lu Bu wished that this person would stop asking questions, so he just nodded in agreement, but the villain next to him Er took a step forward: "Sir, can I learn Xun's sword technique?"

"Nonsense!" Yang Bangyi frowned and glared at his son, then raised his hands to Lu Bu and said: "A dog is shapeless. I think the swordsmanship of a high official must be practiced in life and death. He is so unfair..."

Lu Bu was feeling embarrassed at this time, wishing to cause trouble. He breathed a sigh of relief secretly, stretched out his hand to interrupt the other person's words and said: "Yang Xiucai, please don't say that. This sword technique is not some extraordinary skill. My son wants to learn it, so what?" Will you take care of yourself?"

Yang Bangyi was stunned, but Yang Zaixing over there cheered. The father looked at his son, and bowed to Lu Bu deeply: "Thank you, Brother Lu!"

Lu Bu quickly returned the courtesy and was humble. The man here straightened up and touched his son's head with his hand: "This boy is different from his two elder brothers. He doesn't like literary things, so he only likes martial arts. He looks like he can wield swords and guns all day long." Lowering his head. Look at the little man with bright eyes: "It's a pity that I love books more than swords and guns, so I can't teach him anything. Brother Lu is here to train him for a few days."

The figure carrying the knife stepped forward and reached out to pinch Yang Zaixing's bones. Seeing this, Yang Bangyi took a step back and allowed the other man to touch and press his son. After a while, Lu Bu raised his head and praised: "What a young man, he really has a good body." He was silent for a moment. He sighed: "It's a pity that I have to go somewhere else this time..."

Glancing at Yang Zaixing, who had a longing look on his face, he couldn't help but said: "Let's see, I'll stay here for a few days and wait until the young master can use his knife before leaving."

The Yang family father and son were overjoyed. The father hurriedly said: "I will prepare the incense table and tea. Although it is in a hurry, there is always the etiquette of becoming a disciple."

Lu Bu didn't even need to say anything, but Yang Bangyi was also stubborn. After repeated requests, he reluctantly agreed. However, Yang Min, who had sobered up, smiled after hearing the news. No matter what, he could spend more time with his brother. The day is also good.

……

Under the sky, the bright sunshine dispersed the clouds around me. From time to time, the gentle wind blew the treetops, and the light and shadow kept changing positions amid the rustling.

The carriage passed through the hustle and bustle of the bustling market. Through the opened curtains, a kind-faced man peeped out from the shadows. He saw three or three people in luxurious clothes walking into a street shop holding flowers in their hands. Some of their thin lips grinned. Both sides were slightly raised, as if he was tired of looking at it. He loosened the curtain to block his body and found a comfortable sitting position with his eyes closed to relax.

The wheels rolled over the earth and rocks on the road, and the slightly swaying car made the people inside even more confused. When we arrived at the alleyway going home, it was much less popular than the street market just now. The reins were slowly tightened, and the mules and horses pulling the cart became more and more confused. He took two steps forward and stopped just in front of the door. The driver jumped out of the carriage neatly, took a wooden stool and placed it on the ground, calling softly to the man inside.

"Get out of the way!" The door suddenly opened, and the steward in brocade clothes walked out. He pulled the handlebar aside and stood on the side of the car with a bow: "Langjun, Langjun?"

The driver snorted and stood aside. He saw the curtain lifted and a man in expensive clothes came out. The steward quickly helped his arm out of the carriage and heard the man say: "I'm so anxious about something. "

"The Dalang is here." The steward came over and said, "You look quite angry."

"Tsk..." The man frowned, with a vague expression of impatience: "I don't even want him to make money. If he is not my brother, I don't care whether he makes money or not."

"Yes, Lang Jun cares about brotherhood, he really does..."

The housekeeper wanted to say something with a flattering smile on his face, but the man stopped him with a wave of his hand and glanced sideways at him: "Stop flattering, let's go into the house."

Taking the lead, the butler quickly followed behind. The servants saw them entering and quickly closed the door. The door shook, and the plaque with the word "Huang Mansion" shone brightly in the sun.

The man entered the mansion, walked leisurely in all directions, passed through the bamboo forest, corridors and bridges, and entered the living room. He saw that the hall was filled with famous people's calligraphy and paintings, and antique porcelain was displayed. It was such a rich and powerful place. But there was a person who was circling back and forth impatiently, not even bothering to look at the utensils in the room from the corner of his eyes.

"Brother--" the man who walked in shouted: "Why are you willing to come to my brother's place today?"

The man stopped when he heard the sound, looked at the visitor and pointed with his hand: "You still have the nerve to say that?" The two people's faces that were almost similar turned red: "Did you order people to buy from my store?" Flowers?"

"Don't be impatient."

The young brother came over and sat at the top of the hall, picked up the ginseng tea brought by the maid and took a sip, and then said: "I gave the order, and this is also to help you, so you can earn some money to support my mother." ?”

The standing brother suddenly became angry and pointed forward with trembling hands: "Huang Wenbing, Huang Wenbing, can you do something for me? Are you helping me? You are harming me!" He took two steps forward and pointed back with his hand. : "Do you know what outsiders are saying now? They all scold you that I am crazy about money, and I try all kinds of ways to make money."

Huang Wenbing looked at the person in front of him with a puzzled look: "Brother, isn't doing business just to make money? Could it be that you are doing it to give money to others?"

"I……"

Before his brother could finish speaking, Huang Wenbing leaned back and said, "They don't have the ability to make money themselves. Do they blame you and me? Why don't they think about whether it's their own fault that the business hasn't been doing well over the years?"

"You..." The elder brother pointed his hand at him and stamped his foot fiercely: "It's unreasonable!"

He flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave. Behind him, his younger brother, who was sitting, blew his teacup slowly and shouted: "Brother, please go slowly and say hello to my mother for me."

The footsteps are hurried and he walks away quickly. (End of chapter)