Chapter 108: Defeating ten societies with one force
After hearing Wu Song introduce Yang Chang, Song Jiang also came forward, clasped his fists, and interrupted to compliment him: "The righteous men in the world praise my teacher's integrity. I am very lucky to meet his kind face today!"

"I have heard of the master's reputation for a long time."

Yang Chang was not as eloquent as Song Jiang, so he just smiled and nodded in response. Unexpectedly, Lu Zhishen was more interested in him.

He waved his big hand and shouted cheerfully, "Who are you talking about, Master? I don't recite scriptures or worship Buddha, and I don't follow the rules. People say I don't look like a monk, and I never deny it. By the way, brother Wu Song said you have supernatural powers. How about we have a fight?"

"Now?"

Yang Chang looked around in surprise, thinking, aren't we here to save people? Hua Heshang really doesn't care about occasions.

When leaders such as Wu Yong, Hua Rong and Yan Shun saw that Song Jiang was being ignored by Lu Zhishen, they all looked serious and annoyed.

Wu Song observed the atmosphere and saw that it was not right, so he immediately winked at Yang Zhi, the second in command.

Yang Zhi understood and came forward, bowed to everyone and greeted them, and reminded Lu Zhishen, "Brother, Chief Song has come from afar to help, and a welcoming banquet has been set up in the tent. How can we fight as soon as we meet? Why don't we wait until we conquer Qingzhou before fighting?"

"Brother, what Envoy Yang said is very true. It is important to take care of the righteous men first." Wu Song also hurriedly offered advice.

"Then let's drink first. Don't neglect Chief Song."

Lu Zhishen wiped his bald head, smiled at everyone, grabbed Yang Chang and pulled him forward, saying enthusiastically: "Let's go and take a seat first. Wu Erlang said that you can drink quite well, so let's have a drinking contest first instead of fighting."

"I"

"Go."

Seeing that Lu Zhishen was overly enthusiastic, Yang Chang turned around and looked at everyone bitterly, while Song Jiang waved to him generously.

How many good things did Wu Er say about Yang Chang? This flower monk actually looked at him as if he had seen a relative, and he didn't even bother to talk more about how kind and righteous I, Song Jiang, am.

"Lu Zhishen has an open-minded nature. Chief Song and the other heroes should not be angry. Please follow me to the big tent to have a chat." As the second in command of Erlongshan, Yang Zhi had to step forward to finish the job for Lu Zhishen.

Even though Song Jiang lost his limelight to Yang Chang, he always kept smiling at the leaders of the Three Mountains. His character of being courteous to the wise and humble could not be changed.

At the same time, he responded to Yang Zhi and helped smooth things over, "Master Lu is extraordinary. Although he doesn't recite scriptures, worship Buddha, or observe precepts, he is like a Buddha who is practicing in the world to overcome tribulations. It is obvious that he is a person of high realm, and he will achieve the golden body sooner or later."

"Haha, it's just as Chief Song said." Yang Zhi bowed again and said, "I once passed by Liangshanpo, and was very grateful to your camp for staying. Unfortunately, I was too ignorant to be fascinated at that time. Recently, I heard that the righteous stronghold is magnificent and majestic. This is really the best thing in the world!"

"My reputation has spread throughout the world, but I regret that I met Song Jiang too late"

Song Jiang and Yang Zhi flattered each other politely and entered the tent with more than 20 heroes. However, they saw Lu Zhishen pulling Yang Chang and sitting at the table next to the tent door. They kept urging their followers to pour wine, and it seemed that they had started a drinking contest in advance.

"Haha, Master Lu is really impatient."

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Chief Song. My brother has a strong and straightforward personality. Chief Wu and I can't persuade him. Please take a seat in the front row."

"well."

Song Jiang walked up to Yang Chang, patted him on the shoulder, and told him, "Accompany Master Lu well, and take care of yourself. Don't forget that you have a hidden illness."

"Hidden disease?"

Wu Song was stunned when he heard this. He was originally going to sit at the main seat to accompany the guests, but when he heard about the hidden illness, he suddenly became uneasy.

He bowed to Song Jiang and said solemnly, "Let Yang Zhi accompany you to talk, and Wu Er will stay with them to prevent them from getting drunk and coming back to attack Qingzhou."

"Okay, thank you, Jiro."

After Song Jiang finished speaking, he followed Yang Zhi forward. Wu Song then supported Yang Chang's back and sat on his left side facing Lu Zhishen.

"What's going on? What's the hidden disease?"

"Nothing, Brother Gongming was just joking. Master Lu, let's continue."

"Brother, please stop urging me to drink. Let me ask you clearly."

"It's good to ask." Lu Zhishen held down Yang Chang's wine bowl to stop the henchman from continuing to sift the wine, and said meaningfully: "Whether I compete in martial arts or drinking, I never take advantage of others. If you are really sick, just stop it."

Seeing this, Yang Chang smiled bitterly and murmured to explain: "Last year, I followed the army to attack Gaotang Prefecture and chased the prefect Gao Lian to the end of his way, forcing him to be beheaded by his Liangshan companions. Later, I suddenly fainted at the celebration banquet and was not very conscious for several days. I woke up on the way back to the mountain and rested for another half a month."

"So serious? What happened?"

Wu Song interrupted Yang Chang anxiously before he could finish.

"Gao Lian is proficient in magic and strange arts. Master Yiqing, also known as Ruyunlong Gongsun Sheng, said that I injured my soul when I was chasing him, but I am fine after recuperating."

"Magic? Spiritual?"

Wu Song swallowed his saliva. He prided himself on being experienced in martial arts, but he was at a loss for a moment when faced with the unknown and mysterious words.

Lu Zhishen, who was listening to the story, scratched his bald head and asked casually, "It's okay, right? It's all right then? It won't affect your drinking?"

"I'm really fine."

Yang Chang nodded sincerely. He couldn't tell the truth to outsiders and could only repeat it like Xianglin Sao.

"Nothing? If nothing's wrong, continue." Lu Zhishen licked his thick lips, called the waiter who was serving the wine, and shouted, "You, why don't you filter the wine?"

"We still have to be careful. Brother Gongming said he has a hidden illness. Besides, Sanlang's spirit is injured. We don't understand that stuff."

"If you don't understand, don't worry about it."

Wu Song was interrupted by Lu Zhishen who slammed the table before he finished speaking. He looked disapproving and said, "Why should I be afraid of gods, demons, or monsters? I remember when I was at Mount Wutai, the King Kong outside the mountain gate glared at me and bared his teeth. I smashed them to pieces just because I wanted to, but I didn't see any gods or demons come to cause trouble for me. If I have no fear in my heart, then I have nothing to fear!"

"Master, your words are full of Zen. I am grateful for your teachings and I respect you. I will give you another bowl of wine."

Seeing Yang Chang drink the whole bowl, Lu Zhishen pointed at him and teased Wu Song.

"Brother Yang Chang is straightforward and quick-witted, which suits my taste very well. On the contrary, why are you, a tiger-fighting hero, so timid today? I like the original Wu Erlang."

"hehe."

Wu Song shook his head and smiled awkwardly, then he also raised his wine bowl and said loudly: "Since you are interested, how can I stop you? As my brother said just now, if you have no fear in your heart, you will have nothing to fear. If Sanlang has any problems after drinking, I would rather go to Tokyo to kidnap the imperial physician, and I will drink with you."

"Hahaha, this is the Wu Erlang I know."

"Brother, it's not that serious. I'm really fine."

"Ah."

Seeing Lu Zhishen and Yang Chang singing the same tune, Wu Song responded to them with a smile on the surface, but he was still thinking about the word "hidden illness" in his heart.

The reason why he had such a mentality was that he regarded Yang Chang as his own brother. It was also the only softness in his heart after Wu Da passed away. He inexplicably awakened to his responsibility as an older brother and believed that he had an obligation to take care of him.

When Wu Song saw Yang Chang and Lu Zhishen drinking together, he really felt like a brother watching over a younger brother.

After not seeing him for two years, Yang Chang has changed both inside and out. He has become more mature and heroic, and his drinking capacity seems to have improved as well?
In fact, Yang Changfei was not good at drinking, but he deliberately concealed his strength at the beginning.

Lu Zhishen drank more than ten bowls of tea and began to feel hot all over, but Yang Chang next to him didn't react at all.

Seeing that the young man had a deep drinking capacity, Lu Zhishen threw the wine bowl aside, shook his head and stood up.

"I don't want to drink anymore. This wine is too bland."

"It's okay if you don't drink, Master, just eat more vegetables."

"Eating vegetables?"

Yang Changben's reminder was kind, but Lu Zhishen felt that he was provoking him. He immediately tore open his monk's robe to reveal his belly, patted his bulging belly, and muttered as he walked: "I'm not hungry at all, I just feel a little hot. I'm going to go out and cool down."

"This"

"Leave it to him."

Wu Song waved his hands calmly, thinking to himself, with Lu Zhishen's temper, who here can stop him?

Seeing this, Yang Chang reminded him, "Master Lu must be drunk. Have you forgotten that he made a scene on Mount Wutai when he was drunk? There are many Liangshan brothers outside the tent. If Master Lu accidentally hurts his allies, it will be bad."

"hiss"

Wu Song took a deep breath, frowned and replied: "Fortunately, Sanlang reminded me, otherwise it would have hurt our relationship. You can eat and drink alone, I'll be back soon."

"Brother." Before Yang Chang could finish his words, Wu Song had already slipped out of the tent.

The noise at their table was so loud that the leaders at the neighboring table started to stare.

Yang Chang was the only one left at the scene. The shame of being watched by so many people was like a thousand ants crawling up his head.

Okay, I'll sneak out too.

Yang Chang smiled at the gaze coming over, then turned around and floated out of the tent like a gust of wind.

When I got outside the tent, I looked into the distance.

Wu Song and Lu Zhishen stood side by side at the gate, and they seemed to be discussing something.

Just as he was hesitating whether to follow him, Wu Song spotted him and waved to him.

As Yang Chang walked forward, two people on the opposite side also came towards him.

"Sanlang, while the other leaders are drinking, come and compete with Master Lu. I have been looking forward to this day."

"How to compare?"

Wu Song's proposal was exactly what Yang Chang was thinking. Just like when he had sparred with Lin Chong in weapons and found out that there was a gap between himself and the top fighters of Liangshan, he also wanted to try whether "The Power of a Tiger" was invincible.

After drinking, Lu Zhishen was blown by the cold wind, and his big round head felt even heavier. He looked Yang Chang up and down and said, "How about we just fight with fists and feet?"

"No, no, I'm not good at fighting."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chang waved his hands, thinking, with my boxing and kicking skills, coupled with that crappy [Drug Inhibitor], won't I be beaten to the ground?

"Sumo wrestling?"

"I won't"

"I don't know how to do that either."

Wu Song's suggestion was rejected by both of them at the same time, which made him smile. "Neither of them is right. I will teach you on the spot. Brother, Sanlang, stand face to face."

"Oh."

"it is good"

Yang Chang and Lu Zhishen stood facing each other, like Mongolian wrestlers, each holding each other's shoulders, waiting for Coach Wu to give the start command.

"Whoever falls first loses. Ready, go!"

Wu Song's words were as effective as a needle dropping on the ground. Yang Chang immediately mobilized the "strength of a tiger" and poured it from his arms onto Lu Zhishen's shoulders. The scene was very much like someone pushing a cart on ice, slowly moving the huge object.

In a real wrestling or tussle match, with Yang Chang's lean physique and moderate weight, he would never be able to meet Lu Zhishen, as the two were not in the same weight class at all.

However, there are exceptions to common sense, and Lu Zhishen was pushed back first.

Yes, Wu Song was also shocked that the relatively thin Yang Chang actually had the upper hand at the beginning.

"What a strong force! Wu Erlang is right, but I will not admit defeat!"

"The master is letting his younger brother."

"I don't care about that. When I fight, I will go all out. I will either beat my opponent until he begs for mercy, or I will admit defeat. Be careful!"

Yang Chang was secretly delighted at first, thinking that [The Power of a Tiger] could easily suppress him. However, he did not expect that Lu Zhishen had just retreated a few steps and quickly mobilized his strength to stabilize his position. Not only was his retreat speed getting slower and slower, but he also had a tendency to push forward.

As Lu Zhishen shouted loudly, Yang Chang immediately felt a terrifying push on his shoulders. Lu Zhishen seemed to have gradually expanded from a small hill into a mountain, and soon he was equal to and even exceeded [The Power of a Tiger].

"So strong!"

When Yang Chang was horrified, he was lifted up by an exaggerated force, like a fallen leaf being blown backwards by the autumn wind.

Fortunately, he had the [Centipede Step], so he didn't fall on his butt like Han Tao, but instead used his hands to support himself and did a backflip.

Even the [Strength of a Tiger] couldn't withstand it, and Yang Chang really wanted to "shorten his life" and use the [Eye of Insight] to spy on what kind of exaggerated attributes Lu Zhishen had, but his calm mind stopped him.

If his "hidden illness" broke out in front of Wu Song, facing the double concern of his brother and wife, he would probably have to stay in Liangshan to raise horses.

Yang Chang stood up and immediately clasped his fists in acknowledgement of defeat.

"Master, you are so powerful, I can't match you."

"No, no, it didn't touch the ground."

Lu Zhishen was mostly sober during the wrestling match. He saw Yang Chang turned over flexibly just now and didn't want to miss such a good opponent, so he started to cheat like a child.

Yang Chang smiled bitterly and waved his hand to refuse as he walked towards Wu Song.

"No, no, I'm really no match for you. The master can uproot a weeping willow tree. How much strength must he have? His reputation is well-deserved."

"Don't spoil the fun, how about a weapons show?"

"Weapons? You can try it."

When Lu Zhishen heard Yang Chang's agreement, he immediately shouted to the men beside the tent: "You two, go and carry my weapons!"

"Sanlang."

Wu Song looked at Yang Chang in shock, thinking, "You've only been learning from me for a few days? How dare you agree to compete with him in weapons?" But it was difficult to stop him from saying it, so he asked in a roundabout way, "What weapon do you use?"

"A gun or a stick will do."

"Okay then, I'll get it for you."

Seeing that Yang Chang didn't seem to understand, Wu Song had no choice but to go and get it. He thought that Lu Zhishen had sobered up and would stop when he got what he wanted.

After a while, both of them got their weapons.

Yang Chang did not dare to underestimate his opponent. He lifted the long stick, pushed off the ground and leaped, then bent his legs and dropped the stick to hit.

Lu Zhishen shouted "good", swung his staff towards the sky to block the attack, then moved forward flexibly, taking advantage of the situation to sweep across and counterattack.

The moment Yang Chang landed, the water-milled Zen staff was already in front of him, shocking Wu Song who was watching the fight and shouting, "Sanlang, be careful, brother, hold back!"

My goodness, how can Master Lu be so fast? He is like a flexible fat man.

Although he complained in his heart, Yang Chang did not stop his hands and feet at all. He flashed to the side while holding the long stick and picking it up on the top of the Zen staff, and used the method of using only a little force to move a large object to resolve Lu Zhishen's counterattack.

Yang Chang then put away the stick and walked back, thinking about the advantages and disadvantages of Hua Heshang in his mind.

Compared to the sparring with Lin Chong, Lu Zhishen felt even more oppressive, probably because he was able to defeat Lin Chong with his strength, and was led into his opponent's rhythm in the fight.

Not only can you not win by fighting with strength alone, your weapons will also be at a disadvantage.

Yang Chang could only use his physical advantage and rely on his cleverness to fight against Lu Zhishen.

Perhaps it was because Lu Zhishen listened to Wu Song's reminder, or perhaps it was because Yang Chang used the right strategy, the two of them soon started fighting back and forth.

When Lu Zhishen shouted for weapons, the leaders who were drinking in the big tent heard the noise and came out of the tent to watch the two men fighting.

"Why is Yang Chang so powerful?"

Yan Shun stared at it intently and couldn't help but speak out his inner thoughts.

Qin Ming, who was standing by, happened to hear this, and responded without hesitation: "I've heard from Coach Lin that Yang Chang's martial arts skills are among the top ten in Liangshan. I don't know why Wang Aihu is so desperate that he wants to compete with him for Hu Sanniang."

"Brother-in-law!"

"haha"

After hearing Hua Rong's timely reminder, Qin Ming realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly put on a smile to Yan Shun.

Yan Shun nodded politely and went along with it, but secretly complained that Wang Aihu was not as lucky as Qin Ming. No one came out to stop Hua Rong when he married his sister, otherwise it would have been a joke.

(End of this chapter)