The Second Volume of Water Margin

  Since Wu Song and Shi Qian were in front, Ximen Qing smiled and stood behind to watch the show.

  The leader of the constables, wielding a wooden sword, charged at Wu Song from afar and turned his head to look at his brothers behind him: "You see this guy is looking for death after eating his fill, boasting that he can take on my steel knife with just a pair of fists!"

  "I'm Liu the Second from the grass, I'm not bragging. These thirty-six knife techniques are practiced to perfection. Even if Wu Song from Qinghe County, who fought tigers, came, he'd be a wandering soul under my knife!"

  "Brother is awesome!"

  "Even ten Wu Songs wouldn't be his match!"

  Immediately afterwards, all sorts of exaggerated praise and flattering words burst forth like a boiling pot.

  Liu Er listened with great satisfaction, slung his wooden sword over his shoulder: "Did you hear that? Those who know what's good for them will kowtow to Grandpa a few times, and leave the women behind. If you do, Grandpa might spare your dog lives."

  "You few birds dare to come and tease me!" Wu Song heard this, not getting angry but instead smiling and saying: "If you're looking for a beating, don't blame my heavy hand!"

  These guys have no idea that the one standing in front of them is the real deal, Wu Song!

  "Since you have a request, I'll satisfy you!" Wu Song coldly said: "Apprentice, bring the shield!"

  "The hero who hit the tiger has finally acknowledged himself as a disciple!" Xiaotianqing heard Wusong speak, and at the sound of "disciple", he trembled all over, jumped down from the horse carriage, picked up the iron shield with one hand, and in three or two steps, came to Wusong's side and handed over the iron shield.

  "Hahaha!" Liu Er looked at Wu Song holding the shield and laughed so hard he was doubled over: "Brothers, look at this guy, isn't he crazy? Does he think he's going to war? And what's the use of just one shield?"

  Wu Song ignored him and carefully put the shield on his left arm, saying to Xiaotianqing: "Disciple, today is a rare opportunity for you to see clearly how the moves I taught you are used in actual combat!"

  No matter how good your martial arts skills are, without actual combat experience, you're still not a true master. This is a great opportunity to show Xiaotianqing what real combat looks like.

  "You're really looking for death!" With a loud laugh, Liu Er wielded his wooden sword and chopped down at Wu Song's head!

  Wu Song let out a cold laugh, and with an air of nonchalance, he raised his shield. With one swift arrow step, he charged forward. He merely shifted his body slightly to the side, dodging Liu Er's knife attack. By the time Liu Er came back to his senses, a heavy and icy iron shield was rushing straight at his face!

  A man's face is made of flesh, but a shield is made of iron!

  But Wu Song not only borrowed the weight of the shield, but also the power of the charge! One crash! One swing!

  The result was that Liu Er's fat face slapped heavily on the shield, a muffled sound! The entire face deformed! And Liu Er himself was swung by Wu Song, and he flew out with his knife!

  The postal soldiers who were originally cheering behind him were directly stunned! Is this still human? This is simply a big car crashing into us head-on!

  What a ruthless move! Ximen Qing, watching from behind, couldn't help but take a cold breath, feeling sorry for Liu Er. Wu Song weighed around 156 pounds, plus the 36-pound shield, this kind of impact force, estimated that Liu Er's teeth would not be spared!

  Xiao Tianqing saw this scene for the first time, nervously sweating in his hands. Wu Song's move broadened his horizons, and he realized that a shield could also be used as a weapon!

  "With a 'wow', Liu Er spat out a mouthful of blood filled with teeth, and his head spun around, this time it was almost concussion."

  "Brothers, all of you come at me! If I die, it's on me!"

  "With those two elder brothers of mine in charge, killing someone would be as easy as drinking water!"

  "There are several girls in the car team, whoever works the hardest can sleep first at night..."

  The originally hesitant postmen, after listening to Liu Er's few words of encouragement, immediately became restless and eager to move. Two of them were staring at Xue'er and Pan Jinlian on the horse-drawn carriage in the distance with a lecherous gaze, as if they were selecting something.

  "Go on!" Someone shouted: "No matter how cruel he is, he's just one person!"

  "Come on, young ladies and brothers!" Immediately, another voice also shouted out.

  A pair of red eyes stared at the horse-drawn carriage!

  In the carriage behind, Andaoquan frowned and examined Lu Junyi's injuries. Just a moment ago, they had been jolted about, and Lu Junyi's injuries were too severe, he couldn't bear it, and fainted.

  Langzi Yanqing anxiously waited for Andaoquan while listening to the commotion outside, hearing the wild shouts of the station soldiers, and couldn't help but want to rush out, only to be pulled back by Andaoquan.

  "Don't worry, little brother. With Wu Song outside, even if sixty or seventy of them come, they won't be a match." An Daquan lifted up Lu Junyi's clothes to examine him, while Chrysanthemum helped on the side: "If you go out now and are recognized, it'll only cause trouble."

  "How is my master's injury?" Yanzhi gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to go out and help.

  "The situation is getting worse..." An Daoquan looked at it for a while and was sweating.

  Facing the rushing yamen runners, Wu Song stood still with his shield, and even when Drummer Zhang came to help, Wu Song stopped him.

  "Look closely, young one!" Wu Song shouted loudly, brandishing his rattan rod and flower spear, holding up his shield as he charged forward!

  "Good!" Xiaotian Qing clenched her fists and responded loudly, staring at Wu Song's movements without blinking!

  Crash! Top! Push! Chop! Wu Song's movements were as fast as lightning, and the extremely heavy shield in his hand swung effortlessly, left and right!

  One of the soldiers drew his sword and thrust it at Wu Song's abdomen, but Wu Song lightly pushed it away with his shield. By the time he regained his composure, a fist as big as a clay pot had already flown out!

  Guns fell! People flew! Teeth shattered!

  In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Wu Song stood in the center, holding his shield and looking like a god of war. The postal soldiers were unable to get up again. Only then did they realize that they had kicked an iron plate!

  "Good! Second brother's shield is great!" Ximen Qing looked at it with great surprise, Wu Song's moves vaguely reminded him of a certain bloody American drama he had seen before.

  In fact, no matter how well-made a movie is, with 3D effects and tomato sauce galore, it can't compare to this immersive experience!

  "You've brought a great disaster upon yourselves!" Old Sun was so anxious that he stomped his feet, looking at the postal soldiers who were wailing all over the ground: "If Commander Cai finds out about this, it will be a big deal!"

  "Haha, don't mention the district level, even if the prefect knows about it, what can he do?" Ximen Qing took out a waist card from his bosom and slowly waved it in front of Old Sun's eyes.

  As expected, Old Sun was indeed the one who had managed the relay station for over twenty years and immediately recognized him. His face full of wrinkles couldn't hide his surprise.

  "The Imperial City Guard!"

  Lao Sun had forgotten the year when the officials of the Imperial City Guard appeared before him. However, Lao Sun knew that the Imperial City Guard was directly responsible to the imperial court and rarely appeared outside the Eastern Capital.

  "That's right." Ximen Qing smiled and looked at the postal soldiers rolling on the ground: "It wasn't us who caused trouble, but they did."

  As expected, the waist card of the Imperial City Guard was displayed, and it was unimpeded.

  Lao Sun's head sweated, walked to the front of Sun Er who was covering his mouth and humming, kicked him twice: "Did you hear? It's from the Imperial City Guard! Look at how you've been pretending to be fierce all this time, now you know what it means to be in trouble! You're really a troublemaker!"

  Then Old Sun walked over to the other post-house attendants and gave each of them two or three kicks: "What are you still doing here? Get back to work!"

  Ximen Qing knew that Lao Sun was doing this, first to show his attitude, and secondly to exonerate these yamen runners from some of their guilt. He couldn't help but nod in secret agreement. Indeed, an old ginger is still spicy, but unexpectedly those young yamen runners were one by one arrogant and domineering.

  Those couriers heard Old Sun's words and were so scared that they immediately scattered in all directions, shitting and pissing their pants.

  "Sir, look at these people who have just arrived and don't understand the rules." Old Sun then ran to Ximen Qing's side and paid his respects: "The wind is strong outside, sir. Please hurry up and lead the convoy inside?"

  "Good." Ximen Qing nodded: "How many courtyards do you have? We have a lot of people, we'll take the whole package."

  "Alright, alright." Old Sun led the way forward: "There's a big courtyard in the back, and I'll go sweep a few rooms on the upper floor to let the adults live comfortably."

  "We brought servants to sweep the floor ourselves." Behind the carriage, there were two more who couldn't show their faces. Ximen Qing didn't want any extra trouble: "You go arrange some food, later I'll send someone to fetch it."

  "Alright!" Old Sun agreed with his mouth, but in his heart he couldn't help thinking: "The Imperial City Guard is indeed mysterious and secretive."

  The team drove into the large courtyard behind the station, Ximen Qing and Wu Song checked it out, and indeed there was no one, several upstairs rooms, plus other houses, enough for them to live in.

  "Third brother, hang this token on the gate of the courtyard." Ximen Qing handed the Imperial City Patrol's token to Drumming Up Ants Shi: "You guard it, and no matter who comes, unless they are our people, don't let them in."

  "With this waist card, even if it's Cai Jieji in Liu Er's mouth, he wouldn't dare to make a reckless move. If there's anything, just send a signal to the courtyard."

  "Brother, don't worry, this little thing won't tire me out." Drumming his fingers, he chuckled: "Think back to when I used to steal things, hiding on the beams for whole nights..."

  Ximen Qing raised his thumb and made a "leave everything to you" gesture, then pulled Wu Song along as he walked into the courtyard.

  "Little Brother Yi, come down." Ximen Qing coughed once in front of the horse carriage: "There's no outsider inside this courtyard."

  The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing Yan Qing's anxious face: "Thank you, Lord Ximen, for your help, but my master has been jolting along the way and is now unconscious..."

  "What?" Ximen Qing was slightly startled, and looked inside the carriage. Indeed, Lu Zhishen had closed his eyes tightly, his face as pale as gold paper, lying motionless in the carriage.

  An Daoquan shook his head slightly behind Yan Qing, indicating that Lu Junyi was no longer usable.

  "First carry the man into the house and then talk!" Ximen Qing understood An Daquan's meaning, his heart turned cold. Could it be that Yu Qilin, who was famous in the Daming Mansion, would die here tonight?