Song Shijiang finally had time to think independently. He lay on the bed, feeling sad. What was going on? I just bought a cauldron. Yes, cauldron, cauldron, cauldron. His thoughts came back, must be the reason for the cauldron.

The cauldron, where is the cauldron? He hurriedly got up and suddenly found a foreign object on his chest. He reached out to his arms and found that this was not a cauldron, and what was it? It was about ten centimeters high and six or seven centimeters wide, and it appeared heavily and black in Song Shijiang's hands, neither happy nor angry.

"Dingluo, good divine, please, let me go back and let me go back to where I came. This, I can't afford to be a hero from Liangshan. I am a good citizen, a great good citizen... I don't kill, I don't rebel,... I want my parents... I want to teach..." Song Shijiang held the divine furnace in both hands and prayed, talking nonsense, I didn't know what to do or what to say, and finally kowtowed to the divine furnace.

The cauldron was still silent. Song Shijiang was annoyed when he asked for help. He raised the cauldron and cursed: "I won't let me go back, I'll smash you." The cauldron continued to be silent.

Song Shijiang was evil from the side of his courage, and angry from his heart, and smashed the cauldron straight to the ground with a "bang". The cauldron was still silent. This caused the waiter outside to ask: "Master, is it okay?" "It's okay..." Song Shijiang was so panicked that he picked up the cauldron "You go and rest too... it's just a bowl of porcelain."

"Here!" The minions had to let them go away.

Song Shijiang lay back on the couch. He comforted himself and said, "This is a dream, it must be a dream, and it will be fine when you wake up." Sleep and sleep, and you will be the same when you wake up tomorrow. Song Shijiang was already worried for a long time, so he comforted himself, so he fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, the sky was dawn. Song Shijiang woke up, and he quickly opened his eyes to patrol the surroundings. The sky was still this bed, or this room. This was still the back hall of Liangshan. Song Shijiang grabbed his hair depressedly. The sky was still tied with a bun. What should I do? I can't go back. I really came to Liangshan. I am Song Jiang. Wait a minute, Song Jiang? Liangshan? This is the Northern Song Dynasty? Why are there really one hundred and eight generals? In history, the Song Jiang uprising only thirty-six members? This is the world of Water Margin? This, this... What the hell is this? Song Shijiang's mind was confused, and he covered his quilt and lamented, lamenting, and lamenting himself as Lin Daiyu.

While lamenting, I heard the sound of knocking on the door. Yesterday's pleasant voice came again: "Brother Song Jiang, are you awake? The third sister will make hot soup to cleanse your face with my brother." Song Shijiang hurriedly lay down and the door opened with a "creak" sound. Yesterday, the handsome lady came into the room with a wooden basin of hot water. Song Shijiang finally had time to see the lady clearly. She was about nine years old, tall, with a strong golden armor on her body, a cloud of hair on her head, a cloud of jade hair, and a lotus and crabapple. She was so handsome. "Three sisters, Sanniang... This should be a green Hu Sanniang! Yes, Hu Sanniang, a dog shit, Hu Sanniang, who was given to the short-legged tiger by Song Jiang." Song Shijiang looked at it in a daze, thinking.

Hu Sanniang smiled and said, "Brother, are you better today? Let the third sister cleanse your face." As he said that, he twisted up a soft cloth towel and then wanted to scrub Song Shijiang's face. When did Song Shijiang, who grew up in the sunshine and rain of socialism, have been treated like this. He has been teaching for two or three years since he graduated from university and has been dating several times, but he is all too late to please him. How could he bear such a beautiful lady washing her face? He hurriedly took the towel and said, "Come on your own, thank you Sanniang!"

Hu Sanniang was quite surprised and said with a smile: "Brother, when will I be so polite? Do you think that the third sister is too thick?"

Song Shijiang couldn't answer, so he hurriedly wiped his cheeks with his hands, and then passed by vaguely. After wiping, Hu Sanniang took the towel and handkerchief and was about to carry out the basin. Song Shijiang couldn't help but say, "Sanniang, for some reason, after fainting yesterday, Song Jiang was mostly confused, and he couldn't afford to have many incidents. Girl, can you explain it in detail for your brother?"

"Brother, are you asking about yesterday?"

"It's...it's..." Song Shijiang answered happily.

"Brother, do you remember that yesterday was the day when I waited for one hundred and eight brothers to pick up soil and become sworn incense. It was just as Taoist Gongsun was performing a ritual on the altar. The storm started to move, and there was a thunderbolt in the air. It was not a big sound, but my brother suddenly fainted. We were so panicked that we waited for the 1008 brothers who left their bodies and had no masters, so the ritual had to stop..."

"Oh" Song Shijiang thought.

"Then look, have I changed?" Song Shijiang asked again quickly.

After hearing this, Hu Sanniang turned around and looked at Song Shijiang again. As she looked at her face, she couldn't help but blushed: "Brother, don't tease the third sister, what changes have you changed?" Then she showed a sad and sad look, "After becoming a sworn brother, the third sister will marry Wang Ying. This is my brother's good decision, so don't play with the third sister." After that, he left hurriedly.

Song Shijiang was so depressed. Song Jiang, you are so pickled and wasteful. A flower made you insert into cow dung like this. It should be beaten, it should be beaten. Song Shijiang thought that he was Song Jiang again, and he couldn't help but slap himself in the face.

I am Song Jiang! What do I look like? Song Shijiang became curious. He looked at himself left and right. The book said that the short Sambo and the fat black man seemed to be biased. Looking at his hands and feet, his body should be quite strong, about 1.75 meters away. Song Shijiang simply found a bronze mirror in the room. He saw that he had a clear outline, a slightly dark face but a firm stubborn moustache on his lips. "Hey, it's not very ugly, it's not very old, it should be under 20 or 30 years old." Song Shijiang muttered to himself. He didn't know how to go back, and it's also good to be younger and handsome. "Shi Nai'an didn't write well. Don't think about it. How could the rebel leader who took thirty-six generals in history have bad body bones? How could he have no temperament or martial arts?"

While I was talking to myself, the sound of knocking on the door rang again.

Could it be that Hu Sanniang is back again? Beautiful girl, the hateful Song Jiang! Song Shijiang slapped himself again, then sat upright and said, "Please come in."

The one who came in was not the beautiful lady of the Hu family, but Wu Yong and Gongsun Sheng. After calming, Song Shijiang was full of curiosity about every Liangshan hero. Wu Xuejiao dressed in a scholarly manner, wearing a tube-like headscarf, a wide linen shirt with soap and a feather fan, holding a gentle and elegant style; while a halman was dressed in a Taoist priest, holding a Taoist bun on his head, wearing a brown robe of Bashan, and stomped shoes with ears. He was estimated to be more than 1.8 meters tall, and with a long cheek, he had a dignified face and an ancient Taoist fairy style.

After the two came in, they asked Song Shijiang about their physical condition. Song Shijiang naturally answered very well. Seeing that there was no one in the room, Wu Yong whispered to Song Shijiang: "I know my brother, the heavenly scriptures and the stone tablets, and I and Taoist Master Yiqing have all arranged it. The Luotian ceremony will be held tomorrow. Brother, don't worry, you can rest on this day." Gongsun Sheng also nodded lightly, stroked his beard lightly, and looked like a master.

Song Shijiang was stunned and did not understand what the two said. But he was very enlightened and immediately turned up: "In this way, please trouble the professor and Mr. Gongsun." Wu Yong and Gongsun Sheng looked at each other, nodded in a knowing way, and said: "Then brother will rest, we are ready to go."

The sky was already clear. Seeing that the Lord of Liangshanpo fainted yesterday, the loyal brothers were all worried. Today, they came to ask in groups of three or five. All Song Shijiang could do was to deal with each other and hang out one by one. The brothers did not doubt that he was there. Seeing that their brothers improved, they were all happy, and then they all fulfilled their duties and were busy with the big things tomorrow.

On the one hand, Song Shijiang was happy that he could get along, but on the other hand, he was sweating profusely. All the brothers were heroes with great loyalty and courageous spirits, and brave men who were willing to go to the point of not taking off their swords. He was so distressed to deal with these heroes like this. For a day, if he could be Song Jiang, he would have to be Song Gongming one day. Song Shijiang then treated the heroes who came to visit him and added good words.
Chapter completed!