Chapter 63: Qin Lang Arrives Alone

  More and more refugees are coming, many temporary sheds have been set up outside the earthen wall, young and strong people live in them, Liangjiazhuang has vacated many empty houses for the elderly, weak women and children to move in first.

  Liáng Shān and Liáng Jiā Zhuāng's core members discussed and decided to continue providing free porridge for the poor, while refugees from wealthy families would have to pay with money or silk, no longer receiving it for free. Young and strong men from poor families could work in exchange for relief, such as reinforcing the earth walls of Liáng Jiā Zhuāng, building cannon towers, and working on irrigation systems outside the walls.

  Liangshan proposed at the meeting that they take this opportunity to further recruit people with skills and abilities, as long as they pass the assessment, they can obtain permanent residence rights in Liangjiazhuang.

  Wu Tu and Wu Chin were in charge of the recruitment. In just one day, hundreds of artisans, doctors, accountants who knew arithmetic, literati who could recognize characters, and heroic guests from all over the world had become formal members of Liangjiazhuang, totaling more than 500 people.

  In just three days, the Liang family spent money like flowing water.

  Luckily, Xiao Jin now produces 100 golden beans a day, so they don't lack money, but they do lack food. The Liangshan group sent people to buy grain everywhere, and after promising many benefits, they managed to buy some, but soon found that their expenses exceeded their income.

  Kang Shu is in charge of grain allocation, and these days he has been so anxious that his mouth corners are foaming.

  No food, Liangshan led the way to dig wild vegetables and hunt in the mountains. Everyone saw that Dongjia Village was so dedicated, and they were all grateful and tearful.

  That evening, Liangshan inspected the refugee camp outside the village. At night, he had Wenren teach people to read and write, and Shu Xiansheng told stories, while the fugitive songstresses tidied up their appearance and sang a few small tunes.

  Everyone can't be as dignified and serious as usual, most of them sit on the ground and start. With spiritual entertainment life, people are not depressed, and they are not desperate if they are not depressed.

  Liáng Shān is step by step recognizing Mǎ Míng Yuǎn's sinister intentions. More and more refugees are pouring in, once the money and food run out, it will inevitably trigger a riot among the refugees, and if things go wrong, Liáng Jiā Zhuāng will be looted and blood will flow like rivers.

  Liáng Shān insisted on turning the situation around, it didn't matter if they couldn't eat their fill as long as everyone had something to eat, and there was still hope. The Liáng family's merchant caravan in Nányáng was also urgently raising grain and rushing to transport it over.

  The refugee camp was a mess, but it wasn't Uncle Kang's fault. At least the temporary toilets and public bathing areas had been set up, and the ground had been disinfected with lime water as ordered by Liangshan.

  Wu Tu has been exhausted for the past two days, and his weight loss is evident. After a while, Wu Tu would always mutter to himself: "In chaotic times, human life is not as valuable as a dog's."

  Liáng Shān gazed at Wú Tǔ for a moment, knowing he was deeply moved.

  At this time, a little girl named Xiaoyun came down from the mountain slope happily.

  Xiao Yun is that little girl with a dirty face and a broken bowl. Now, with her clean face, she looks like a little beauty, when she saw Liang Shan, the four or five year old Xiao Yun slightly curtsied: "Xiao Yun has seen you, young master."

  "What's that in your hand?" Liangshan asked.

  "The wreath I made for mom."

  "Bring me over and take a look."

  Xiao Yi's eyelashes looked very good, flashing and showing a shy appearance, and only came out from behind her after a while.

  Liáng Shān had also done something similar before, weaving willow branches together and wearing them on his head like a small soldier's helmet, but it was clearly not in the same league as what Xiǎo Yún had woven. It could be called a handicraft, and even referred to as the Forest Queen's crown without being excessive.

  "How beautiful!" Liang Shan sincerely praised.

  Xiao Yi immediately laughed, with a hint of pride and shyness, but soon became gloomy and said: "Mom is asleep and won't wake up. I'll make her a flower wreath, and when she's happy, she'll wake up."

  Liangshan rushed over and suddenly hugged Xiaoyun tightly, with hot tears welling up from the corners of his eyes.

  Liáng Shān didn't expect that he would be like this, just one moment, and he couldn't control his emotions. Liáng Shān's past life was also a child without a mother, that kind of desolation, that kind of despair were all stirred up by Xiǎo Yún's words.

  Liáng Shān hugged the frail little Yún, looked around, and at the beginning of summer, the insects were buzzing in his ears. The wild vegetation was lush, with greenery filling his eyes, and the line of sight was dotted with various wildflowers, looking good, full of vitality, but forming a strong contrast with the dirty and depressing refugee camp.

  A surge of intense emotions suddenly burst forth in Liangshan's mind, neither sad nor joyful, fiercely impacting his chest cavity, shattering him into dust and merging with everything here.

  Liangshan was immersed in a peculiar epiphany. This had nothing to do with the body, but everything to do with the heart.

  "The Scripture of White Bones" provides Liangshan with a unique path to cultivation, and as he progresses stage by stage, the seed will emit white light, which is consistent with Liangshan's current achievements. This makes it easy for Liangshan to know whether his cultivation is correct or not. However, this cannot be compared to having an all-powerful and experienced master guiding him on the side. Liangshan's path of cultivation is vague, only roughly so.

  Many times, Liangshan was at a loss, for example, why white bones lotus appeared in the abdominal cavity during the foundation period instead of others. Liangshan rarely went to consult these things, but only passively accepted them. However, when he held Xiaoyun and looked around, Liangshan suddenly realized that the lotus not only represented clarity but also vitality.

  The visualization of the "Bai Gu Jing" always gives people a terrifying feeling of stripping away flesh and revealing bones, as if leading one to death. When all is stripped away and only a skeleton remains, it is at this extreme point that life is also nurtured to its utmost. Life and death are originally just a hair's breadth apart.

  Millions of years ago, the lotus seeds buried in the head were discovered and taken out to be planted, just like they could grow. Among all things, there is no longer a use for lotus seeds to describe "vitality". Liangshan understood that when the lotus flowers bloomed, withered, and the lotus pods appeared, his Golden Elixir period had also arrived. It was as if in an instant, the mist surrounding him dispersed, and Liangshan felt a sudden clarity of understanding.

  The sunset was like blood, the earth suddenly shook, and soon a thunderous cry came from the mountain valley leading to Nanyang. Liangshan's mind emerged from his wonderful realization, his face changed, he put down Xiaoyun, and hastily ordered: "Wu Tu, take Xiaoyun into the villa!"

  Qin Lang did not expect that in just a few short days he would be back at Liangjiazhuang, life was full of unpredictability and irony.

  Qin Lang was riding a yellow horse, galloping like the wind. Two wolf-toothed arrows were stuck in his body, one through his shoulder and one through his chest cavity. Qin Lang's breathing now sounded like a broken accordion, wheezing with each breath.

  Hu Xianjun's proclamation arrived at the Qinglang Army, giving them a one-day deadline to surrender and come down the mountain, otherwise they would be killed and not even a blade of grass would be left.

  The officials and soldiers are at war, but what does this have to do with the mountain bandits?

  This is the understanding of all mountain bandits. Whether XinYe county belongs to Song or West Qin, they will still be happy as mountain kings. Someone comes to manage them and uses such a arrogant tone, it immediately boils over.

  The mountain bandits of Da Xiaoniu Mountain didn't take it seriously, and Qin Lang also made careful arrangements. However, after just one day, only the 500-strong vanguard of the Hu Army charged up the mountain, destroying their old nest and sweeping them away with ease. Qin Lang led his 2,000-strong Qinglang Army in a desperate last stand, but eventually he was left with 300, then 200, then 100, then 50, and finally just himself.

  Unexpectedly unable to withstand a single blow, even the world-renowned Tiger First Army. Qin Lang had thought that his trained Green Wolf Army could hold out for a while, but it turned out to be just a paper tiger. Qin Lang's eyes were dull and lifeless, not only due to excessive blood loss, but also because he had lost all confidence. He was still alive, but almost as good as dead.

  Through the valley, like a gust of wind, Liangjiazhuang appeared before his eyes. Qinlang's vision began to blur, and the yellow horse's footsteps suddenly slowed down. Many tents and many frightened faces flashed before his eyes, and Qinlang fell forward with a thud.

  With a thud, a sharp pain, Qin Lang's consciousness was half dizzy, and he heard someone exclaim: "It's that mountain bandit!"

  "Bandit of the Great Mountain!"

  "Just a good mountain bandit!"

  "Yes, some mountain bandits wanted to rob us but were stopped by him. He let us go. He's not one of our Han people, I recognize his face."

  "Right, last time at the market in Wubao, that young master Liu wanted to hit me, it was him who helped me."

  ……

  Qin Lang opened his mouth and found it funny. He thought to himself that he was a mountain bandit, what's the difference between good and bad mountain bandits?

  Liáng Shān also found it amusing, people's feelings are simple.

  "Oh no, he's hurt! Quick, call a doctor!"

  "Master Liang, save him!" Someone saw Liang Shan, their eyes burning with fervor, obviously regarding Liang Shan as a living Bodhisattva.

  "You want me to save a mountain bandit named Qin Lang, the leader of the Green Wolf Army!"

  "Lord Liang, no one is a sage or a worthy, who can be without fault?" an old gentleman said.

  The kindness of the people! Liangshan patted his forehead.

  Qin Lang saw Liang Shan, regardless of the wound bursting and struggling to get up, said: "Liang Gongzi, as long as you save my life. Is this life of mine just for Liangjia Village?"

  Everyone looked at Liangshan without answering, but it was clear what they meant: "Can't we just go?"

  Among the buzzing fragmented words, Qin Lang felt an unprecedented kindness in his life, and the idea of survival suddenly grew wildly like wild grass. He couldn't die, he couldn't die! There was still a great revenge to be avenged!

  You big mountain bandit, what can you do for me? Taking you in is a whole lot of trouble. But as soon as Liangshan and Qinlang's eyes met, their hearts skipped a beat.

  Liangshan had never seen such a yearning for "life" in someone's eyes. Almost instantly, Liangshan determined that Qinlang was a man with a lot of stories to tell, his past shrouded in thick, impenetrable fog.

  A man's eyes actually plucked the heartstrings of Liangshan.

  When Liang Shan in "The Butterfly Lovers" pretended to be dead, when he realized that he was not pretending to die but really going to die, his inner heart also surged with a strong desire for "life".

  In an instant, Liangshan made up his mind - he would help Qinlang!

  The sound of horseshoes echoed, Liangshan raised his head, and more than a dozen riders rushed over. The leader was a young general, holding two bright silver hammers in his hand, each weighing over 200 kilograms.

  The noisy discussion suddenly stopped, and everyone made way, immediately clearing a path in the middle to let Liangshan through. The despicable good people, thought Liangshan with emotion.

  "In the Liang family village, the master of the village, Liang Shanbo, did not know who the visitor was." This is the first time Liang Shan referred to himself as the master.

  "Get out of the way, this is the mountain bandit we're after."

  "Why?"

  "He killed several of my brothers." The young general said with hatred.

  Liang Shan felt an even more terrifying aura of a warrior from this young general than Qin Lang, let alone the fourteen cavalrymen gathered together, forming a massive and shocking killing intent. Fortunately, Liang Shan had been following Tuoba Qiurong for so long that he was used to it, and only slightly furrowed his brow, saying: "His brother wasn't killed by you either? When will this cycle of revenge end?"

  The little general stared wide-eyed at Liangshan, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing, and burst out laughing. After finishing his laughter, he shouted: "Sour bookworm, I won't talk to you anymore, get out of my way!" As he spoke, his twin hammers lightly tapped, a buzzing sound filled the air, and Liangshan immediately covered his ears and squatted down, his long gown fluttering backward.

  "What should I call the young general?" Liang Shan's expression remained unchanged.

  The young general's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing something extraordinary about Liangshan, and said: "Xi Qin Lei Yun."

  "Oh, is it the Xi Qin Lei family?"

  "It's enough to know!"

  "So you'd better save me some face."

  "Why?" Lei Yun's expression was very impatient. If Liangshan wasn't unarmed, he would have urged his horse to trample him by now.

  "What should I call you, Lei Dong?"

  "What's wrong, my cousin?" Lei Yun stared with wide eyes.

  "I studied with Leidong at Shengjian Hall and can be considered a fellow disciple."

  "How is this possible?" Lei Yun's mouth was agape.

  "He once demonstrated the Lei family's three-cannon punch to me, don't you think so?" As soon as Liang Shan finished speaking, his body moved.

  A strong breath suddenly surged forth, Leiyun's green horse pranced with its front hooves off the ground, a burst of startled neighing. "Charge!" Leiyun blurted out.

  "Crossbow!" Liang Shan shouted, a burst of energy sweeping across thousands of troops came face to face.

  "Split cannon!" Liangshan shouted again, but he only swung his fist from top to bottom. Liangshan and Lei Dong had fought once before, and the memory of his three-cannon punch was still fresh in his mind. He casually imitated it, and surprisingly, there was a hint of resemblance.

  Lei Yun's pupils contracted and he immediately jumped off his horse, cupping his hands in respect: "Greetings, Elder Brother Liang!"

  Firstly, the great name of Shengjian Hall is not to be taken lightly by anyone. Secondly, this Liangshan Bo's use of Lei Jia Sanpao's moves is not something that can be easily replicated unless one has truly seen and mastered the moves themselves. It must be known that in the Lei family, as well as among the younger generation in Xi Qin, Lei Dong is an idol.

  "Just now I was rude, please forgive me, Brother Liang."

  "No harm done, ignorance is no crime."

  "My brother Leidong is doing well."

  "He's doing great, he's already an outer disciple and one of the first batches to advance to the Foundation Building stage. He's also been taken in as a disciple by Feng Lao, one of the four most famous elders of the Lower Court."

  "That's great! My elder brother is devoted to his Buddhist practice and rarely writes home, I'll have to pass on this news."

  "Suit yourself, then this Qin Lang..."

  "Since Elder Liang wants to save him, I won't pursue this matter any further."

  Some people who were farther away didn't understand what was going on, they just saw two people chatting happily, and each thought to themselves that the rumors were indeed true, and that Liangjiazhuang and Xiqinjun had a deep relationship.

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