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

Chapter 912 Zhou Sanwei: Good man, please stay! [1 update]

Coincidentally, by accident, the sword actually hit the pebble.

Silently, the bright sword light split the pebble in two!
Two pebbles flew past the general on both sides!
Hi?

Liu Gao glanced at the sword in the general's hand in surprise:

The sword's edge is as sharp as frost, and its light is flashing coldly!
What a sword!

When Liu Gao was carefully looking at the sword in the general's hand, Hu Sanniang had already drawn out the Sun and Moon swords and killed him!
"brute!"

Hu Sanniang gave a delicate cry and slashed at the general with her sword. The general hurriedly waved his sword to block!
Again silently, the bright sword light missed the moon blade, and the thin curved moon blade broke!
"Ding!"

The half blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and Hu Sanniang's face turned green:
My knife!

Although Hu Sanniang already has the magical weapon Qinglong Yanyue Sword made for her by Tang Long, she is very nostalgic.

The Sun and Moon swords had accompanied her for more than ten years, but she never expected that they would be destroyed by a sword today.

When the general saw that Hu Sanniang's knife was broken, he immediately became confident and laughed:

"What a good sword!

"My dear, since you came to me on your own, don't blame me for not knowing what it means to be gentle and considerate to women—"

A stone hit his mouth as fast as lightning, knocking out his two rows of front teeth!

He also had to thank those two rows of front teeth for saving his life. If it weren't for the front teeth blocking the way, he would have died.

"puff--"

The general spat out a mouthful of old blood mixed with broken teeth, and tears and snot also spurted out at the same time.

A dozen of his imperial guards immediately rushed forward and surrounded Hu Sanniang.

Hu Sanniang showed no fear at all. She wielded the Japanese sword and killed indiscriminately, and soon she had knocked down more than a dozen imperial guards.

When I looked again, the general had fallen to the ground with a pebble stuck in his throat.

"what--"

The man who was kicked to the ground was stunned, watching all the imperial guards being killed...

He watched helplessly as the pale-faced scholar in the silver mask dismounted from his horse and picked up his family heirloom sword.

"It's really a good sword!"

The pale-faced scholar exclaimed in admiration, and the man lay on the ground with a chill in his heart:
Is it finally unstoppable?...

He naturally knew that his family heirloom sword was priceless and no man could resist such temptation.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been killed...

Whatever!

The man couldn't help but shed tears:

I just hate myself for not being able to protect the sword that was passed down from my family...

"choke!"

The pale-faced scholar admired his family heirloom sword, sheathed it, and handed it to him:
"The property returns to its original owner."

eh?

The man looked at the pale-faced scholar and the family heirloom sword in confusion, and a stream of snot slowly flowed into his mouth...

The pale-faced scholar's mouth twitched twice, and he grabbed his elbow and pulled him up.

The left hand grabbed his right hand, and the right hand placed his family heirloom sword in his right hand.

The man looked at the family heirloom sword and the pale-faced scholar in confusion, only to see the pale-faced scholar turn around and leave.

Picking up the broken moon blade and putting it back into the scabbard, the pale-faced scholar comforted the long-legged beauty:
"Be good, when we get back I'll ask Lao Tang to make you a pair of top quality ones."

The long-legged beauty blushed, nodded, mounted the horse with the handsome scholar, and walked out.

"Please stay, my good man!"

The man shouted in panic, and the pale-faced scholar pulled the reins of his horse and looked back:

"Anything else?"

The man held the family heirloom sword in both hands, tears in his eyes, and stumbled forward:

"Please forgive my rudeness!
"May I ask, is it... His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan?"

Liu Gao: “That’s right.”

How come everyone recognizes me?

Liu Gao thought it was probably because of the silver mask. After all, pale-faced scholars are common, but pale-faced scholars wearing silver masks are rare.

After an army of 100,000 besieged Tokyo, it became common knowledge that the Prince of Yan was a pale-faced scholar wearing a silver mask.

At least in Tokyo, everyone knows it.

"My surname is Zhou, and my given name is Sanwei."

The man said: "My ancestors were military men for generations, so they left me this sword.

"I have been studying literature for three generations now, so this sword is of little use to me.

“My grandfather once told his descendants that if they were lucky enough to meet a hero, they could give him this sword as a gift, but they could not accept a penny.

"I am so lucky to have met His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan. His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan saved my life, so he deserves to be given this sword!"

After saying this, Zhou Sanwei raised the sword above his head with both hands and presented it to Liu Gao.

Wednesday fear?
When he introduced himself, Liu Gao finally remembered who he was.

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Because he was wearing the Water Margin, Liu Gao always used the Water Margin style to describe strangers when he met them.

There is indeed no Zhou Sanwei in Water Margin. Zhou Sanwei is from The Romance of Yue Fei.

This Zhou Wei is actually not very famous in history.

The only thing he did was that during the trial of Yue Fei, because he was afraid of Qin Hui's power, he attached himself to Wanqi Xie and created an unjust case for Yue Fei.

After Yue Fei was killed, Zhou Sanwei was promoted to Minister of Punishment for his merits.

But in "The Story of Yue Fei", he refused to frame Yue Fei, gave up his official position and resigned.

In addition to this incident, when Zhou Sanwei first met Yue Fei, he gave Yue Fei the family heirloom Zhanlu sword.

Now, by chance, Zhou Sanwei gave the Zhanlu sword to Liu Gao.

Liu Gao already had the double-edged sword made by Tang Long, so it didn't matter whether he took the Zhanlu sword or not.

If he accepted it, it would seem that Liu Gao was repaying a favor, so Liu Gao waved his hand:
"Keep the family heirloom for yourself. I still have to go and rescue people."

After saying that, Liu Gao rode away. Zhou Sanwei, holding the Zhanlu sword, stared at his back in amazement:

Is there such a hero in the world?

Zhou Sanwei looked at Liu Gao's back and Zhanlu Sword, and made a decision...

……

"Kuh-da-da! Kuh-da-da!"

Liu Gao rode his horse to an alley, which inexplicably felt very familiar, as if he had been here before.

But because of the war, this alley has changed.

Liu Gao looked around and fixed his eyes:
The goddess of singing and dancing, the romantic and charming Huayuekuei!
When Liu Gao saw two signs hanging outside a door, he suddenly realized that it was Li Shishi's house.

There was a body of a middle-aged woman lying at the gate. Judging from her plump figure, it must be Mother Li.

I don't know whether Li Shishi is dead or alive...

Thinking of this, Liu Gao's ears moved slightly, and his attentive ears heard something vaguely.

An ordinary person would definitely not be able to hear it, because even the ears with the best hearing ability can only hear it vaguely.

Frowning, Liu Gao dismounted from his horse and walked in.

When Liu Gao arrived at the hall, he immediately saw the poem he had written on the wall:
'…Joys and sorrows are always merciless, let the raindrops fall on the steps until dawn.'

There is also a poem added later: "...I hope that all people can have enough food and clothing, and will not hesitate to work hard to leave the mountains and forests."

A few years later, Li Shishi preserved his handwriting just as it was when he first saw it...

Li Shishi's home is filled with calligraphy and paintings by famous people.

Zhang Xian, Yan Jidao, Qin Guan, Zhou Bangyan... and even the handwriting of Emperor Huizong of Song.

But on this white wall, there are only two poems by Liu Gao.

Facing the pink wall in the patio is a small, exquisitely carved bed made of nanmu wood.

Liu Gao could easily imagine a lazy and stunning beauty often reclining on the bed.

Like a cat, he squinted his eyes, lazily not knowing whether he was asleep or immersed in the artistic conception of poetry...

Liu Gao's ears twitched slightly again, and he strode through the front hall and walked towards the backyard.

(End of this chapter)