Chapter 1496

Although the old lady was tired and full of sweat, she was strong and delicious. She looked at me with awe inspiring righteousness.

But in the middle of the night, such a rough voice came out of an old lady's mouth, which was a little flustered.

"Why don't you do it? Grandpa can't be a hero if he frowns. " Cried the old lady, her neck taunting.

This guy is quite interesting. He has occupied the body of others and has not yet fully adapted to it. He even pretends to be a hero who looks at death as if he is going home.

And I can't do it obviously - if I cut it down, I will only kill the old lady, but I can't hurt her at all.

Besides, why did I come to jute village?

Isn't it to ask such a fierce spirit for help?

"Why, didn't you have the courage to kill? In vain, I still respect you as a man. " The guy saw that I didn't start, but he was still a little anxious. He glanced at me contemptuously, which made me angry and funny.

"This official, who claims to be a hero, dare to report his name? Zhang never beheads an unknown ghost. " I forced to bear the smile, but also learn his tone of questioning.

"Grandpa can't change his name or sit here. So can Wusong in Liangshan!"

Wusong? I was stunned and almost fell to the ground.

When it comes to Wusong, I'm afraid that Grandpa, who is 70 or 80 years old, and little doll, who is a few years old, can tell a story.

Because the spread of "outlaws of the marsh" makes the name of Wusong resound throughout the whole country. It can be said that people like not only Wusong, but also his spirit of hating evil.

So what is Wusong like in real history? According to the biography of Xuanhe in the Song Dynasty, Wusong was one of the thirty-six leaders in the Song River uprising. Wusong did fight tigers in Jingyanggang, and once avenged his brother in Yanggu County, killing Pan Jinlian and XiMenqing. Later, Wusong disappeared with the Song River uprising being put out by Uncle Zhang. Some said that he and Song Jiang were killed in baihuying together, some said that Wu Song was disillusioned with the world of mortals and left home, and some said that they were recruited, and they really followed the team to fight fangla.

But after drinking 18 bowls of wine at a time, the blood splashed on the mandarin duck tower and catching Fang La with one arm are just the good wishes of novels and folk stories. In everyone's mind, Wusong, the great hero, is always omnipotent.

Is this guy really Wu Song?

I glanced at the dagger that landed on the ground, and thought about his killing widow Zhang again, and immediately woke up.

Wu Dalang, Wusong's elder brother, was killed by Pan Jinlian, a prostitute. He naturally hated those who did not obey women's laws.

He broke an arm. It is estimated that it was cut off when he was fighting with Uncle Zhang's Imperial Army, so did the spirit.

the knife as like as two peas in the Song Dynasty, and the tone of his voice.

"It turned out to be Wu Erlang who fought against tigers!" With a half genuine exclamation, I put away my knife and gave him a fist: "I don't know Taishan. I almost hurt the hero by mistake. Don't be surprised."

When Wu Song saw it, he was stunned and shook his hand: "what's this? If you don't fight and don't know each other, you are one of the best swords in Liangshanpo. "

I was embarrassed by this.

He was attached to a small, dry old lady, and from the point of view of the situation, just attached to the body, not fully adapted. But he forced me to live in danger and had to use yin-yang Sabre technique. I really can't afford this praise.

However, then again, no matter how I said it, I was able to beat Wusong, the famous walker, and I felt a little proud.

"Wu Erye, how can you live in jute village?" I went up two steps and asked as I helped the old lady who was possessed by Wu Song to walk into the room.

"Here..." Wu Song listened to me and stared for a long time. It seems that he didn't remember until now that he was no longer the Wu Er Lang of that year, just a ghost.

"Well, that's a long story!" Wu Song sighed a long time and told me the reason.

At that time, Song Jiang led thirty-six people to launch an uprising in Liangshanpo, among which Wu Song was also among them. Liangshan army successively transferred to Qingzhou and Puzhou, where officers and soldiers fled and captured more than ten cities.

Because Liangshan is fighting the slogan of killing the rich to help the poor, so the people also support it.

But it was a pity that Liangshan had become the eyesore of the court at that time. Soon, it was ambushed by Uncle Zhang Ye, the governor of Haizhou. The warships were burned down, the insurgents lost most of their lives, and a group of leaders including Song Jiang were captured.

Because they refused to surrender, Song Jiang and others were killed by the collective, and their heads were hung on the walls of the city for public display. Wu Song broke his arm in the war and escaped in disorder.

Seeing the failure of the uprising and the sacrifice of all the brothers, wu song was even more sad and heartbroken, so he shaved his home in a temple.

Although he was dressed in Buddha's clothes, but he was heroic all his life, where could he read the Scriptures and Buddhist scriptures? Plus his murderous spirit, even the Buddha can't change it.Until the silence, a wisp of his soul floated out, swam all over the sky, and finally attached to the sabre.

This Sabre was the object of his wanton love and hatred. Only in this Sabre can he feel at ease.

In a twinkling of an eye, I don't know how many years have passed.

I don't know how, suddenly a whiff of resentment woke him up from the sabre ring - the old lady was too weak to get out of bed, watching her daughter-in-law steal people every day, full of resentment and chest, but it was just a mistake, which awakened Wu Song.

As a result, Wu Song discovered widow Zhang's shameless behavior.

He hated prostitution the most. In his dream, he stabbed widow Zhang directly.

But after this, he used too much Yin Qi to return to the sabre, so he could only temporarily attach himself to the old lady.

After saying the past, Wu Song turned his head and looked at me. He was very confused and asked, "my Yin Qi is almost exhausted. How did you find me? And how can your masculinity be so thick? Are you like Mr. Gongsun, a man of great virtue? "

"I can't talk about it, but I do know the Yin and Yang magic. I have a way to help you return to the sabre ring. And I also know where the heroes of Liangshan who died wrongly send them. Would you like to reunite with them?" I said.

"Are you serious? Can I really see brother Song Jiang again? Brother Zhishen Hearing this, Wu Song's eyes twinkled and he held my hand tightly.

"Seriously." I nodded: "not long ago, I just met the spirit of Lin and buried him where he wanted to go."

"Thank you so much!" Wusong said, tears streaming down his face, he would kneel down and kowtow to me.

"Wu Erlang." I quickly stopped him and said sincerely: "to be honest, I have one more thing to ask before this! Before I came here, I didn't know that you were living in jute village. The purpose of coming here is to find a fierce spirit and help me eradicate the nine color demons. The demons fascinated a group of children and wanted to drain their blood essence through the hues in their dreams, so... "

"Where is the lecher now?" Wusong asked angrily before I finished.

"I have burned the charm with the child's clothes, and as long as she does it again, I will immediately detect it." I replied.

"Good! And take me to find it, cut it! Such prostitutes, whether they are ghosts or human beings, will never be let go of by some family. " Wusong said in hate.

Wu Song and I sat in the hut for a while. Suddenly, we felt that our eyes were bright and dark, and their skins were heavy.

"Here we are!" I called out in a hurry, and took out a talisman and said to him, "Wu Er ye, you must not let go. If she escapes, those children will be in danger."

"Don't you know my skill of Wusong? Hurry up and lead the way. " Wu Erlang, who is jealous of evil, is even more anxious than me and hastens.

I don't talk nonsense anymore. I just stick the amulet on it.

At the same time, my eyes sank into Li Xiaomeng's dream.

In a trance, it was the deep Street Lane again.

Li Xiaomeng walked very carefully and looked around from time to time, as if he was afraid of being caught again.

(PS: the story about Wusong here follows the more accurate "the great song Xuanhe bequeath" and "Song Jiang 36 people praise", which is far from the romance. Of course, there is another way of saying in Wusong. According to the records of Lin'an County annals and Zhejiang general annals, Wusong was the capital promoted by the governor of Hangzhou. He was arrested and died in prison for stabbing the son of Cai Jing, the grand master, for fighting injustice.)