The First Volume of Qinghe County

  Yu Ge faced the black shadow, listening to "it" emitting Wu Dalang's voice, was frightened to the extreme, his whole body trembling, shouting and shouting, only one sentence left: "Don't come over!"

  What comforted Yu Ge was that the black shadow stopped there, but next, the black shadow let out a painful cry, as if... the heart had an unfulfilled desire before death.

  "Yuan Ge, my good brother, do you deserve me Wu Dalang?" The black shadow continued to say in a chilling voice: "I invited you to drink, and you actually did such a thing!"

  "Big brother Da Lang, I'm listening to you about everything..." Yu Ge was almost scared out of his wits: "Those ideas, weren't they all yours?"

  "What's gotten into you?" The dark figure asked immediately.

  Yu Ge was completely stunned, from Wu Dalang's unspeakable hidden illness to replacing Yuan Fang with such absurd things, everything was said one by one like beans spilling out of a bamboo tube.

  Wu Song, who was quietly listening in the adjacent cell, had a face as pale as iron.

  Ximen Qing didn't need to ask and knew that Wu Song wouldn't suspect him. In this situation, who else could spout such nonsense?

  That black shadow was a black cloth draped over the drum at the time of migration; that black smoke was a lightweight mist that could cause people to have minor hallucinations; Migration's oral skills can imitate 3-5 parts of Wu Dalang's tone, plus the effect of the mist, making Yuange completely believe it.

  Is this really true? Is this really the truth?

  Wu Song found himself unable to accept this fact for a moment, his hand tightly grasping the wrist-cutting dagger, an action that was no longer used to threaten anyone or in anger, but as a form of reliance.

  Now in this world, Wu Song feels that the only thing he can rely on is his own pair of iron fists and the sharp knife in his hand.

  My own home no longer exists.

  Wu Song didn't say a word, and with big strides walked out of the prison cell, almost colliding with Shi Xian who was wearing black cloth. Originally, Shi Xian had opened his mouth to boast about his achievement, but seeing Wu Song's iron-like face, he could only quietly step aside.

  Ximen Qing did not attempt to stop Wu Song's departure. When a person suffers such psychological trauma, the first step should be denial, daring not to believe that this thing is true, but looking at Wu Song's appearance, he has already entered the second stage, which is acceptance.

  At this moment, Wu Song needs a quiet place where he can be alone.

  "Follow him from a distance, and if anything happens, come back and report to me as soon as possible." Ximen Qing calmly instructed Ti Chuan, also telling him the direction of the mansion.

  He nodded slightly at the time, and with a flick of his hand, the black cloth had already been taken away by him, he bowed to Ximen Qing and followed up.

  It stands to reason that Shi Xiu had already fulfilled his promise to Ximen Qing, but now Ximen Qing gave an order and Shi Xiu still obeyed with alacrity. This was because Shi Xiu felt that there was something special about Ximen Qing that attracted him, and secondly, Wu Song was really an idol-like figure in Shi Xiu's eyes.

  Ximen Qing didn't bother with Yuan'ge who was shrinking into a corner either, and slowly walked out...

  The outside sunlight was dazzling, making Wu Song also unbearable to open his sharp knife and use his hand to block it. Under the eyes, in Qinghe County, there is no place where Wu Song wants to go.

  Wu Dalang is dead and his family has been destroyed. As for the position of the chief, Wu Song never cared about it. He thinks that the place that suits him is still the Jianghu.

  Is it really wrong for me to come back and look for my relatives?

  Wu Song directly left Qinghe County and headed in the direction of Jingyanggang, where he could still find his last comfort.

  "Jingyanggang? Are you sure?" Facing the news of Shi Yan, Ximen Qing furrowed his brow. At this time, why did Wu Song want to go to Jingyanggang?

  On the top of Jingyanggang, there are no more tigers to fight...

  No, there is also a "three bowls can't get over the ridge"!

  Wu Song went to find his past memories and got drunk at "Three Bowls Over the Ridge".

  But since Little Liu's boss was summoned by himself to make wine, that small hotel had long been gone!

  "Come on! Prepare the horse!" Ximen Qing shouted loudly.

  "Even a small hotel has betrayed itself?" Wu Song looked at the empty hotel in front of him, except for some dusty tables and chairs, not to mention the memory of Little Liu's shopkeeper, nor the "three bowls that didn't pass the gate", even a drop of wine couldn't be found.

  Wu Song couldn't help but laugh wryly, never expecting that he would rush all the way and cross Jingyang Ridge. He had originally planned to have a big fight, but ended up with such a result instead. When he returned, he rushed day and night, and didn't even notice whether this small hotel was still in business or not.

  Wu Song stopped and felt a slight numbness in his legs, so he picked up a bench with one hand and sat down at the entrance of the small hotel, silently staring at the sky.

  Wu Song was anxious to avenge his brother Wu Dalang, but unexpectedly got this result. No matter whether it's Pan Jinlian or Ximen Qing, or Niu Dali and Zhu Zhishan, Wu Song no longer wanted to get involved with them. Hearing that Song Jiang had gone to Liangshan Marsh, why not go join him?

  Just as Wu Song was about to set off, he suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes ringing out. Before long, two horses galloped up, one in front of the other, and came to a stop in front of Wu Song.

  Ximen Qing and Shi Yan quickly turned over, Ximen Qing was fine, but Shi Yan was not used to riding a horse, and all the way he was shaken, his face even turned green.

  Along with Ximen Qing getting up, there were also two small jars of fine wine.

  "Wudou Head, I didn't expect you to be here." Ximen Qing handed over a jar of fine wine: "How about we drink a jar?"

  "Ximen Qing, I won't drink your wine." Wu Song didn't reach out to take it, instead he scowled and sat back down.

  "This wine was personally brewed by that little Liu boss." Ximen Qing sat down on the tree stump beside him with a plop: "If you don't drink it, I'll drink it myself."

  Wu Song was somewhat puzzled as to what Ximen Qing in front of him wanted to do. Wu Dalang had died, and Pan Jinlian was also leaning towards him, so why did he still come to entangle himself?

  How could Wu Song have imagined that Ximen Qing now wanted to make himself his younger brother.

  Shi Qian took a few deep breaths, restrained the dizzy feeling for a while, and felt much better. He moved out a small table from the small hotel room and brought out several wine cups.

  Ximen Qing pushed a wine jar to the side closer to Wu Song, and himself reached out to remove the lid of another wine jar. Shi Qian was startled and sniffed greedily at the enticing aroma that wafted out.

  "What wine is this! How fragrant it smells!" Shi Qian's small mustache trembled, his nose sniffing wildly: "Xi Men... no, brother, pour me a bowl!"

  Ximen Qing smiled and poured two bowls of wine. He handed one to Shi Qian: "Brother Shi Qian, this wine is quite potent, so be careful not to drink too much."

  "Brother, you're underestimating me. Don't look at my small stature, my drinking capacity is not small." Shi Qian suddenly produced a plate of peanuts from somewhere, picked up a few with his hand, and was about to down a whole bowl in one gulp.

  Ximen Qing laughed and took a sip, immediately seeing Shi Yan's wine spit out, coughing uncontrollably.

  "This wine is indeed full of energy!" Shi Qian, although somewhat disheveled at the moment, couldn't help but pour himself a bowl and savor it carefully: "I've traveled all over the country, north and south, and I've never had such good wine! Even the imperial wine I sneaked a taste of can't compare to this!"

  Ximen Qing smiled and did not respond to Shi Yan's praise, but instead secretly paid attention to Wu Song's movements. Sure enough, Wu Song's tense face slowly relaxed, he stretched out his hand to open the small wine jar on his side, poured a bowl, and slowly took a sip.

  It's indeed good wine!

  Wu Song was in a state of inner turmoil, and he poured the wine into his mouth like flowing water, one bowl after another. Before it was time for dinner, a small vat of wine had already been emptied.

  This way of drinking made Ximen Qing and Shi Yan look at each other in secret horror, especially Shi Yan, who had just boasted about his own capacity for wine, was so scared that he shrunk his neck, and his own small amount of wine compared to Wu Song's was simply not worth mentioning.

  Wu Song casually threw the wine jar to one side, a gust of wind blew by, and the intoxication surged up, unable to bear standing up and letting out a long howl towards the sky, frightening the nearby birds and beasts into fleeing in all directions.

  "Brother Wu Song, this is..." At that moment, Shi Xiu couldn't help but also stand up, but was pressed down by Ximen Qing's hand on his shoulder.

  "Emotions need to be vented, don't disturb him now." Ximen Qing's eyes shone brightly, knowing that Wu Song was going to release all his negative emotions through a long howl.

  As expected, Wu Song shouted for a while and his face gradually calmed down. Suddenly, he knelt down on the ground with a thud and kowtowed to Ximen Qing and Shi Xiu: "Wu Song has never knelt to heaven or earth, but today I have something to entrust to you two!"

  At this time, Shi Yan did not know what had happened, but Ximen Qing immediately understood Wu Song's meaning and hastily turned over to kowtow, pulling Shi Yan down to kneel with him.

  What else could it be! What other business did Wu Song have to entrust to Ximen Qing and Shi Yan? Of course, don't reveal those absurd things about Wu Dalang!

  Don't air dirty laundry in public! Even a hero like Wu Song can't escape this kind of thinking!

  Wu Song's single kneel is as heavy as Mount Tai!

  This is an opportunity that has been awaited for a long time and cannot be missed at all!

  "Brotherhood!" Ximen Qing's eyes were extremely determined: "No need to say more! You and I, three people, will swear brotherhood today as brothers of different surnames. Your affairs are our affairs!"

  "Good!" Wu Song's original words were blocked by Ximen Qing's few sentences, and the gratitude in his heart surged up. He gladly agreed to Ximen Qing's proposal: "As long as you two don't despise me, today we'll learn from the Peach Garden Oath of the Three Heroes!"

  Ximen Qing was delighted by these words, and Shi Yanwen was so overjoyed that he became speechless for a moment.

  To know, Wu Song is actually Shi Qian's idol! Shi Qian came to Qinghe County, originally just wanting to meet Wu Song and say a few words, it was already satisfying, didn't expect the opportunity to coincide, plus Ximen Qing's arrangement, unexpectedly can become sworn brothers with his own idol, that is simply...

  That's even better than stealing the crown worn by Emperor Huizong of Song and making him feel completely satisfied!