After hearing what the system said and comparing it with the Water Margin he had read, Wu Song knew the system was more or less right. He had misjudged Song Jiang.
Under the pretense of looking out for his brothers' futures, Song Jiang had used them as stepping stones to an official post at court. In the end, some had died, and the rest had scattered.
Once Wu Song understood this, everything about Song Jiang struck him as hypocritical. The next day, he bade farewell to Song Jiang, Kong Ming, and Kong Liang and headed to Twin Dragon Mountain to join Lu Zhishen.
Several days later, Wu Song finally met Lu Zhishen and the Blue-Faced Beast, Yang Zhi, on Twin Dragon Mountain.
The three of them had five hundred bandit troops under their command, a force neither large nor small. Thanks to Twin Dragon Mountain's terrain, several government campaigns against them had come to nothing.
The Flower Monk said to Wu Song, "Brother, I hear you killed a tiger bare-handed on Jingyang Ridge. You must have considerable strength and courage. My hands have been itching for a fight. What do you say we have a spar?"
Wu Song smiled. "How could I refuse your request, brother? Wait a moment while I fetch my weapon."
"Good. I'll have the lads bring my Ink-Wash Buddhist Staff too," the Flower Monk said.
"Excellent. Brothers, I'll stand witness for you," Yang Zhi said with a smile.
Wu Song nodded, turned away to find a deserted corner, and took out the Phoenix-Winged Gilt Trident. Then he carried it over his shoulder to the clearing.
At the sight of Wu Song's weapon, Yang Zhi asked in surprise, "Brother, what weapon is that? How come I've never seen one before?"
"This is the Phoenix-Winged Gilt Trident," Wu