Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Liu Xianglian hurriedly tried to smooth things over and scolded: "Brother Hu, although the sword has no eyes, you should at least keep it in check. Master Yu San and I are good friends. You are being reckless."

Jia Cong smiled slightly, got off the donkey, and said with cupped hands: "I'm sorry, Third Master, but I'm not good at swordsmanship and can't handle it freely. I've damaged your beloved general. I'm ashamed of myself."

Master Yu San also came up, pretending to be heroic and waved his hand: "As promised before, swords and guns have no eyesight, life and death are determined by fate, how can I not follow the rules?

And being able to see Brother Hu's superb sword skills, Wang Mazi died without regrets. Brothers, do you think so? "

The gangsters nodded in agreement, it was a fair duel, but their skills were inferior to others, who could blame them? They can also think about this.

At that moment, Yu San ordered people to collect Wang Mazi's body and called Liu Xianglian, Jia Cong and others to go into the city together.

Along the way, Yu San kept trying his words, but Liu Xianglian and Jia Cong fooled him. Even if he specifically asked about the customs and customs of Liaodong, how could it be so rare for Jia Cong, who had lived in Liaodong for several years?
"Master Yu San has a good eye. This female true man is my follower who specializes in taking care of this sea turtle.

I spent a lot of money to get this beast from the Jurchens. "Jia Cong introduced with a smile.

Yu Sansheng is jealous. There are many stubborn eagles in the green forest, but they are just miscellaneous hairs. Who can have a sea turtle? What's more, Jia Cong's Haidongqing steed is so majestic that it is no ordinary creature at first glance.

"If the Third Master likes it, I will take you to Liaodong to trade with the Jurchens someday. Such naughty children are rare in the Central Plains, but there are many in the hands of the Jurchens." Jia Cong said.

"Thank you to Brother Hu." Yu San cupped his hands and smiled.

The group of people walked and talked like old friends for many years, and the tense situation just now seemed to have been forgotten.

When I entered Qidong County, I saw that the streets were full of bandits and thieves with knives and guns, or all kinds of weirdly dressed cult monsters.

Dozens of corpses of officials and wealthy gentry were hung on the city gate tower.

The county town had been captured, and the people were either killed or fled.

Jia Cong looked at the corpses of the common people, government officials, and defenders on the street that had not yet been restrained, and murderous intent surged in his heart. If I don't exterminate you group of rebels, my trip here will be in vain.

"We're here, please." Yu San led them to the county government office, "Now the leaders are discussing important matters in the government office."

"Please." Everyone went in with him.

In the lobby of the Yamen, twenty or thirty people sat on both sides, and a few confidants stood behind each chair to listen.

Seeing Yu San leading a few people in, they all looked over together.

"I've met all the heads. I just met Brother Liu outside the city and brought Brother Hu and his wife to surrender. I'm here to introduce you."

Yu San cupped his fists and introduced Jia Cong and the two, intentionally or unintentionally, mentioning Jia Cong's execution of Wang Mazi.

Li Laohu, the head of Feihu Village, snorted and felt ashamed. After all, it was his person who died, but in front of everyone, it was hard to get angry for a while, for fear of making people laugh, he couldn't afford to lose.

All the leaders were a little curious and looked carefully at this Liaodong man with an unassuming appearance and cold eyes.

He Tieniu, the leader of Niutou Village, is a rough man with a tall and thick body, as strong as an ox. He stood up and said with a smile: "Brother Hu is welcome to join us.

Brother Liu, sit down, you are a scholar and understand the truth, come and explain it to us. "

Liu Xianglian cupped her hands and said: "Brother congratulations, my brother Hu has an amazing artistic talent. This time he entered the customs to meet the heroes of the Central Plains. I persuaded him hard to get him to collude in big things. He deserves a seat."

He Tieniu smiled and said, "What I'm saying is, if someone comes, please bring two more chairs."

"Wait a minute." Someone in the hall said sadly: "The people sitting next are the heads of each family. Brother Liu is a guest from afar. He is also well-informed and has superb martial arts. Everyone admires him, so he has a seat.

As for Brother Hu, if he wants to sit down, he has to let the brothers see how good he is. "

The person who spoke was none other than Li Laohu, the head of Feihu Village.

As soon as the words fell, seven or eight heads of the family agreed. Now that they have at least tens of thousands of troops, how can they tolerate a foreign boy who has just arrived to be on an equal footing with them? There is no reason for this.

Jia Cong laughed loudly, spread his hands and said: "Any good man who wants to teach me, I will be grateful. However, everyone knows the rules of the road. There is no eye for swords and guns. Everyone depends on his own ability. If there is any injury, no one is to blame."

"Insanity!"

"I am deceived by no one in the Central Plains!"

"It's crazy!"

"Careful, Feng Da flashed his tongue!"

Everyone yelled and cursed, but no one took the lead. They were all human beings. Who would take the initiative to send their own people to do such dirty work?
They looked at Li Laohu intentionally or unintentionally, and the meaning was very clear, this bastard is the one who killed you, why don't you do it to him?
Jia Cong stood proudly, with a smile on his face, and did not take these people seriously at all.

With a quick glance, he saw a girl sitting in the front, with picturesque features, heroic appearance, big eyes, high nose, cherry lips, fair skin, and a solemn expression.

It is Yang Siniang who has been away for four years. The little girl who wiped her tears and begged for mercy has now grown into a capable and steady girl. She wears a mourning cloth on her head, a sackcloth and a straw rope around her waist. She is really a must-have for a woman. Pretty and filial.

The bleak mourning clothes not only did not damage her natural beauty, but also added a third of her endearing temperament.

Jia Cong couldn't help but smile slightly and raised his eyebrows at her, very frivolously.

Yang Siniang glared at him coldly, a murderous look flashed across her face, where did you come from, how dare you be rude to me.

Brother Bao next to him even snorted coldly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at Jia Cong.

Li Laohu was also irritated by Jia Cong's attitude of being the boss and the second child, and sneered: "Xiao Dao, go and learn Brother Hu's unique skills."

"Yes." A strong young man came out from behind him, with a knife handle exposed on his shoulder.

It is Li Laohu's confidant and his number one master, Zuo Xiaodao.

"Brother Hu, please enlighten me." Zuo Xiaodao said with an expressionless face and a cold expression.

Liu Xianglian hurriedly gave Jia Cong a secret wink and said: "Brother Hu, just stop here. Brother Xiaodao is a good man."

Jia Cong understood, nodded and said: "Hu never kills heroes indiscriminately, brother Xiaodao, please."

Now the two of them walked to the patio outside the hall and stood facing each other.

All the masters came out to watch the battle. They all knew that Zuo Xiaodao was a good player. They wondered if they could defeat this powerful dragon crossing the river.

Zuo Xiaodao observed carefully for a long time, and saw that the opponent was standing with the knife casually, as if there were flaws all over his body, and every flaw seemed to hide murderous intent, and he felt a shiver in his heart, he was a master.

Jia Cong smiled slightly and suddenly took a step forward, ready to go. Invisible pressure pressed towards Zuo Xiaodao.

Zuo Xiaodao didn't dare to wait any longer. If he delayed for a moment, his momentum would be suppressed.

With a loud shout, the Yan Ling Saber behind his back somehow fell into his palm, and suddenly rolled up thousands of snow waves and hit Jia Cong with a cold light flashing and a whooshing sound, which was extremely shocking.

It was rare for Jia Cong to meet a master of swordsmanship. He was also delighted to see Hunter Xin and shouted: "Well done!" The Qingshuang sword suddenly unsheathed and struck quickly, dancing with a faint green light and colliding with the opponent's sword. Together.

Just listen to the tinkling sound, like rain hitting banana trees, the sound is in a series, the two blades are intensively clashing, sparks are flying, tit for tat, and for a moment there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority.

Everyone was dazzled. They saw two groups of swords rolling around in front of them, attacking each other. The swords flashed and were so sharp that except for a few martial arts masters, they could not tell who was superior and who was inferior.

Yang Siniang was also secretly frightened as she watched from the side. She knew Zuo Xiaodao's skills. Seeing that he had tried his best, this Liaodong man actually seemed to have some spare strength. No matter how the opponent's sword force changed, he could always resolve it just right, almost trying. The limit of his martial arts.

This Liaodong bastard is so powerful! Although she was very annoyed by Jia Cong's frivolous eyes, Yang Siniang was a hero among women and still secretly admired his swordsmanship.

Suddenly, there was a soft ding, and half of the blade flew out at an angle. Jia Cong's Qingshuang knife was pointed at the left knife's throat.

"I lost." Zuo Xiaodao sighed and dropped the broken knife. The edge of the knife was densely covered with gaps. It was obvious that it had been damaged by the opponent's sword in the collision just now.

Jia Cong returned the sword to its sheath, cupped his hand and said with a smile: "I have never been so happy since I entered the customs. Brother Zuo is a man. Your sword lost to my sword, but your people did not lose."

A blush flashed across Zuo Xiaodao's face. He was highly praised by the other party, and he felt a little excited in his heart. He cupped his hands and said, "Brother Hu, I don't dare to accept your love. I have learned your magic skills, and I am convinced."

"Good man, you and I will have a good time over wine someday."

"it is good!"

Jia Cong stretched out his hand, and Zuo Xiaodao reached out to hold him tightly. The two cherished each other and laughed in unison.

An angry look flashed across Li Laohu's face and he snorted. He was very upset that Jia Cong was not killed. Xiaodao, the bastard, couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe.

He Tieniu laughed and said: "Good kung fu, good sword skills! I think Brother Hu can take a seat. Do you have any objections?"
Since we want to plan for great things, we should at least learn from the ancients' etiquette for virtuous officers. Talents like Brother Hu's are too few, but why are they too many? "

All the leaders nodded in agreement, this guy is a tough guy, it's best to find a way to win him over.

Now everyone sat down again, and He Tieniu enthusiastically placed a chair on his left and right for Liu Xianglian and Jia Cong to sit down.

"Brother Liu, you came back just in time to give us some advice." He Tieniu said with a smile.

Liu Xianglian cupped her hands and smiled: "What are you talking about? I'm still confused."

"Let's discuss what we should do next. This time Yelizi, Zhang's family members, Hall Master Sha and others suffered some losses in Liaocheng and feel something is wrong." He Tieniu said.

"Oh? I don't know very well, but I would like to hear your opinions." Liu Xianglian said.

One person said: "I said 8,000 years old. There are seven or eight of you, nearly 100,000 people, and you were just scattered by one or two thousand people? Isn't it ridiculous?"

"Damn it, Huang Laosao, why don't you just stand and talk without hurting your back. One or two thousand people? Do you know that they are the elite of the imperial court?

Each of them is riding two horses, wearing a helmet and carrying armor. Do you know who is leading the army? It’s his mother-in-law Jia Cong!
Zilong, who was appointed by Emperor Laozi, Dan Erbiandan, Bai Tuozhu, and Wei Xiangzhu besieged him alone, and were killed by him in the blink of an eye. If you are powerful, go and defeat Liaocheng, and I will be yours. "Eight Thousand Years Old cursed loudly.

Zhang Heimei also darkened his face and said: "I am incompetent and cannot take Liaocheng. Which hero has the ability to try it? Whoever can take Liaocheng from Jia Cong's hands will also be under his command."

Hehe, there are still tens of millions in cash in Liaocheng. Who is interested? "

Yelizi also raised his hand and said, "That's what I mean too.

With all due respect, we green forest heroes have really become frogs in the well. We think that after destroying a few small counties and killing a few pustule officers and soldiers, we will be invincible.

Who would have thought that the elites of the imperial court would be vulnerable to a single blow? Even if we have hundreds of thousands of troops, it is only today that I understand the truth that soldiers are more valuable than elites! "

Everyone was silent for a long time, not daring to mention anything about Liaocheng anymore.

"Then what do we do next?"

Ye Lizi said: "In my opinion, we have to avoid Jia Cong and concentrate our efforts on conquering a few cities in eastern Shandong to slowly develop and grow. The long-term solution is to strengthen our troops."

"You're right, this is a safe way."

"No, no, I think we have to go north, threaten the capital, and go straight to Huanglong. As long as Shenjing is in chaos, there will be many heroes in the world, and they will naturally rise up and respond. Maybe we can take advantage of the situation and overthrow Longting, hehe.

I have already inquired and understood that the officers and soldiers in the Beijing camp are extremely weak and have a lot of vacancies. When they see our hundreds of thousands of troops, they are not scared to death. I don't believe it. All the generals in the imperial court are Jia Cong? "

"That makes sense."

"No, I think we have to go south. We want to make a fortune. It's hard to conquer Fucheng, so why not attack Shenjing?

The fertile land in the south of the Yangtze River is even worse for soldiers. Isn’t it a great place to go?

What can we gain by attacking a few poor counties in Shandong and Hebei?
Going to Jiangnan and hitting any county is equivalent to hitting a hundred here! What’s more, women from Jiangnan water towns, hehe..."

"You're right, go to Jiangnan!"

"It's time to go to Jiangnan."

"No, although Jiangnan is good, there is no danger to defend it, and the imperial court is determined to fight to the death. What can we achieve if we fight to the death? Even our lives may not be saved.

I think it would be better to go west to Guanzhong! This is the land of Longxing, with 800 miles of Qinchuan River and many great passes to guard it. The fields are fertile and the reserves are abundant. It can be attacked and retreated as well as defended.

Let's slowly train our troops and horses, and it won't be too late before we go out to fight for the world. This is the perfect strategy. "

"Old Chang's words are not unreasonable." Everyone nodded.

"This is too cowardly, so just go to Jiangnan Flower World."

"It's better to go north and seal your throat with a sword."

"It is proper to seal your mother's name and go to Guanzhong to accumulate strength."

"It's better to operate in Shandong. We have a lot of local acquaintances and can accumulate strength. After all, it is not safe to go to a foreign country. A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake."

……

Jia Cong heard the crowd quarreling and sneered in his heart. A group of rabble dared to imitate others in rebellion.

But Yang Siniang was upset when she heard that. Everyone was talking about Jia Cong, which made her feel on pins and needles. Is that little thief really so powerful?

Bah, a dirty seed who only knows how to use Mongolian sweat medicine to deceive, what bullshit Zhao Zilong. If we meet again, I must chop him with a sword.

Thinking of the possibility of meeting Jia Cong on the battlefield, Yang Siniang felt panicked for no reason.

Now he is the general of the imperial court, and he is a rebel, and the situation is like fire and water. Even if we see each other again, it will be life and death. Thinking of this, I feel even more depressed.

Yin shouted: "Stop arguing!" (End of chapter)