The roads on the forest are narrow and rugged and difficult to pass. Occasionally there are some gentle grounds, so many people who catch up with the path, naturally step on the passable marks, and they are relatively safe. In the southwest of the forest, seven or eight people came over to carry heavy swords, about twenty to thirty pounds, and most of them were dressed in a long and strong suit. At this time, they walked towards Liangshan, which was facing northeast, and were quite anxious.

The news that Liangshan was broken has not been conveyed very far, and Song Jiang's head has not yet been heard. Most of the wanderers who heard the news that the Liangshan heroes went to war with the court, rushed from all over Qi and Lu to help, gathered together in groups of three or three, and went together. The middle-aged man was quick and went there first. As a result, he heard that Liangshan had broken news. Many leaders on the mountain were killed and could not help but take the bad news. If they met people in the passage on the way, they would tell them the news, so that they would not have been in vain.

Those who came here also rushed to the Jianghu Haoke who helped the boxing. The tramp walked about two or three miles. Suddenly, he saw a group of people coming from afar, wearing all kinds of clothes and carrying weapons in his hands.

The two sides stopped and looked at each other. Among the group of people carrying heavy swords, the young man in the lead clasped his fists and asked, "I dare to ask which friend you are."

A man also came out of the team opposite, with a golden ring sword straddling his waist, which was quite fierce. "We are a ranger in the northern area. We were originally coming to help Brother Song Gongming for the 'timely rain', but today we know that two days ago, Liangshan was broken, and many leaders on the mountain surrendered and died. Brother Gongming was also missing, which is really annoying."

"Lianshan is broken?" The young man was shocked, and everyone behind him was also in an uproar. He immediately walked over and bowed to the big man and said, "Then, brother, can you tell that Bao Xu, the 'dead god of the sect, is still alive? We are disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, and Bao Xu is an incompetent disciple in the sect. Because he was too murderous, he was driven out. But after all, he was also a member of the sect, so the head of the sect asked his brothers to come and help."

"I admire you for a long time... I have no sect and no sect... Uh... What are your sects?" The man just said a compliment and was surprised by the name of the other sect.

The young man's face suddenly burned and he said awkwardly: "It was originally called Chongjian Sect. But because the leader suddenly realized a new skill, he thought the three words Chongjian Sect were too vulgar, so he changed it."

The man and the five or six people behind him laughed loudly when they heard this. This was the case with the people of the Jianghu Lake. So they invited the people from the Holy Sword Sect to pass by. So more than ten people returned along the way, and they were quite versatile on the way. After getting out of the forest, they arrived at a highway. There was a wild shop on the side of the road, but it was not a black shop, but a restaurant that specialized in the business of the road.

This main road is not an official road, but a mountain road divided by the official road. There are not many pedestrians passing by, and all the passers-by are merchants, so there are not many people in the store. After more than ten people sat down, the young man who called himself a disciple of the Sword Sect ordered wine and food. Not long after, he noticed that a woman not far from here looked around. She was wearing a dress with red background and white veil and gold-edged patterns. It was quite good. The woman suddenly saw this place and stopped timidly, but swallowed her saliva.

As if she mustered up her courage, she looked at the young man and the dozen people. The weapons in her hands were a little scared and her body trembled. But when she saw the food, wine and meat on the table, the woman licked her lips and sat down for a table, but she was a little at a loss.

At the store, the waiter came over and asked what he wanted.

The woman couldn't answer how to order food. She seemed to have never experienced these things. The disciples of the "Saint" Sword Sect were still talking about things on Liangshan with the group of northern rangers.

"Speaking of this, yesterday, the government seemed to have posted a notice, and the list of the killed Liangshan leader was listed, as if Bao Xu was indeed killed."

"Why aren't captured?"

"Oh... I heard that most of the captured people were killed, and they were all done by those eunuchs."

"Chepherd?"

Suddenly, the waiter in the store was clamoring for something loudly, drawing their attention from speaking.

"Sister, what do you want?" The waiter seemed impatient and said in a discomfort.

The woman bit her lip anxiously, and Qiqiaiai said, "It's just...it's...it's what you eat...it's filling your stomach..."

"Sister, we have everything in the store, so you can tell me a name." The waiter seemed to see that the woman in front of him was a little stupid, and I wonder if he was deliberately starting to make things difficult.

The strange-looking woman in front of me naturally saw some problems in front of more than ten old world warriors. When a single woman came out of this environment, she should not be a hero who ran around the world, or a willful lady in her family who jumped out of her lover, but got separated. Or she had a brain problem, but if she looked good and was a little stupid, she would probably be ruined by someone with ulterior motives sooner or later, and she would not even be able to save her life.

"But I...I don't know...name..." The woman's eyes suddenly lit up and she pointed to the table of the group of people in front of her, "Then...then...I want to be like...they...that's enough to eat and fill."

"Haha, sister, there are so many tables, can you finish eating?" The waiter stared at the woman's face, his eyes rolling, not knowing what he was thinking.

The woman nodded foolishly, "Give me happiness...it's very edible...it's bitter...it's a lot of edible roots..."

"Okay, I'll put it on for you." The waiter put the rag on his shoulder and turned around and entered the store.

Sitting at the table, Xifu was watched by someone, feeling a little nervous, but he was very hungry, and he smelled the fragrance and couldn't bear to leave. He swallowed his saliva and looked at the group of people opposite him chewing on the meat.

"That little lady over there is not going to come and have a meal together." The bandits had been staring at her alone, and when they saw that there was something wrong with her speaking, they started teasing her.

Xifu's head was buried very low and she didn't dare to speak. She was actually afraid.

At this time, the waiter in the shop brought a plate of cooked meat and a bowl of wine in front of her. Xifu hurriedly picked up the bowl and drank it into his mouth. As soon as he entered his mouth, he sprayed it out.

"It's... wine... I don't want to drink it anymore... My husband said he can't drink it..."

As he said that, he pushed the bowl and was about to get the cooked meat from the plate. Several strong men walked past him with a bowl of wine and surrounded her, "Young lady, drinking alone, and not too boring, why don't we drink with you?"

Xifu was so scared that he shook his head quickly, "...I can't drink wine...I'm angry..."

"Oh, what about your husband?" one of them asked.

Xifu fell silent and his eyes turned red. The rangers looked at each other, smiled badly, and then sat on the wooden bench and leaned over.

....

Outside the restaurant, the sunset is red.

Single, horse walked into the store, and a spear was leaning on the table.

The stamped marks on the face are particularly eye-catching.
Chapter completed!