Meeting Song Jiang
Yan Shun was initially a trader but he suffered a great loss and decided to become a bandit leader on Mount Qingfeng together with Wang Ying and Zheng Tianshou. Song Jiang passes by their stronghold on the way to Qingfeng Fort to join Hua Rong. Yan Shun's followers capture Song Jiang and want to kill him and use his heart and liver to make soup. Song Jiang sighs, "Am I, Song Jiang, destined to die just like that?" Yan Shun overhears Song Jiang and is stunned when he hears the name "Song Jiang". He recognises Song Jiang as the famous philanthropist and releases him immediately. Yan Shun and his men apologise to Song Jiang and treat him like a guest. Meanwhile, the lustful Wang Ying has just kidnapped a woman and wants to rape her. She turns out to be the wife of Liu Gao, the official in charge of Qingfeng Fort. Song Jiang sympathises with her and manages to persuade Wang Ying to let her go.
Song Jiang leaves the stronghold later and makes his way to the fort. Liu Gao's wife recognises him when he is touring the fort later and she repays his kindness with evil by accusing him of attempting to rape her. Liu Gao believes his wife and has Song Jiang arrested and imprisoned. Hua Rong intervenes and attempts to free Song Jiang but he is tricked by Huang Xin and captured as well. Liu Gao has Song Jiang and Hua Rong escorted as prisoners by Huang Xin's men back to Qingzhou (in present-day Shandong). Yan Shun and the bandits from Mount Qingfeng ambush the convoy along the way and succeed in rescuing the prisoners. Yan Shun follows the outlaws back to Liangshan Marsh after the battle of Qingfeng Fort.
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