Faraway Wanderers

Dongting was really very lively. Overnight, countless people from all walks of life flocked here. Men, women, old and young, of all religions and nine streams, all under the same name, each with their own ghosts and their own affairs.

In just one day, Zhou Zishu and the others had eaten in two restaurants in total, and had watched three or four conflicts.

Zhou Zishu felt that this place was like a dog market, all barking and fighting fiercely, biting each other's mouths every three days because of trivial matters, and in the end, he didn't know what would happen to these heroes .

Deng Kuan and Gao Xiaolian first took a few people to meet Gao Chong.Lord of mountains and rivers, there are only three in the world. Shaolin is the master of martial arts, who wins by force. Among the various sects, the one with the widest range of people and the greatest influence.

He is not a handsome and elegant hero in Yushu Linfeng, he doesn't look handsome or vicious, but he is an old man with gray temples, short and fat.When speaking, he is full of energy and energy, and his laughter is particularly hearty.

As soon as Zhou Zishu saw him, he understood why Gao Chong had the status he has today.

Everyone has a unique temperament, and then people will automatically gather together and divide people into groups based on these invisible and intangible temperaments.

For example, people like Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu, in the eyes of others, may be just a consumptive beggar with a sallow face, or a glib little hooligan who likes men and glib tongue. , you can feel the subtle difference.

Whether it's Zhou Zishu or Wen Kexing, they might be able to blend in without attracting attention, but they don't belong to that group, so they naturally don't blend in, and blending in will only become an unobtrusive background .

But Zhou Zishu would subconsciously be on guard every time Wen Kexing approached, and Wen Kexing could also warn Gu Xiang not to provoke him when they met for the first time.

This is an instinctive recognition of similar people.

But Gao Chong didn't have this kind of trait.

He can call anyone a brother. When he stands in front of others, the other party will automatically ignore his identity, background and age. The intimacy of people of the same age and experience.

Both Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing involuntarily stopped their meaningless chatter, silently observing the famous tall hero, only occasionally exchanging greetings and politely answering some necessary questions.

Zhou Zishu couldn't help thinking, if there were such talents in Skylight...

But looking at the whole world, there is only one noble.

They arrived early, and within a few days, representatives of various sects came one after another, and the bank of Dongting Lake became a meeting to recognize relatives. When meeting each other every day, they must say: "Oh! This is so-and-so, I have heard the name for a long time... I dare not be the one, but the people of Guigu have done a lot of evil, and they have been a disaster for the martial arts for a long time. Everyone should punish them, and we should work together to stand up for the righteous way of the martial arts..."

After a few days of stopping, Zhou Zishu's ears were almost callused, but when he was very bored, Wen Kexing disappeared, and without his noisy ears, it was really deserted.

He wore a new robe provided by Gao's family, and wandered around the street.Apparently under the favor of Cao Weining and others, Zhou Zishu lives in Gaofu, and the days are very moist, he eats and drinks deliciously every day, and he finally changed the rags and tattered clothes on him, and put on good clothes, but It's just that I'm not used to it. After wearing the coarse linen for a long time, I feel that the brocade is slippery and cold, as if my nose is wrapped around my body.

Looking at his skinny and sallow palms exposed outside, and his skinny and sallow face, Zhou Zishu could only shake his head mockingly.The body, which was about to be drained dry by the seven orifices and three autumn nails, could not support the clothes, like a bone frame precariously supporting a piece of cloth. I felt that my appearance was very wretched, and occasionally in the mirror After one glance, he was so disgusted that he didn't bother to take a second look, and felt that he really didn't look like a prince in a dragon robe.

I thought to myself, probably that Wen Kexing followed me all the way to death, only focused on walking, didn't have time to meet those male oirans who can embroider orchid handkerchiefs, they were too hungry, so they followed me "buzzing" all day long Talk nonsense.

Didn't it mean that after serving as a soldier for three years, in the eyes of an old sow, she can also compete with a fairy?Zhou Zishu felt that Wen Kexing's condition was similar to that, but I'm afraid this brother was interested in the old pig.

That day he went to a restaurant by himself, picked a seat by the window, ordered a few side dishes and a pot of rice wine, which he drank slowly while basking in the sun.

As soon as Wen Kexing walked in, he saw Zhou Zishu's back. For some reason, he felt that Zhou Zishu's back was very special. Among the many people, he could always recognize it at a glance.

Zhou Zishu's back is not always straight. Most of the time, he just arches lazily in an innocuous arc. The posture looks very comfortable. Wen Kexing always feels that he seems to have nothing in his heart. Looking at it, I feel very peaceful and relaxed in my heart.

He paused involuntarily, his expression blank, his eyes staring blankly at Zhou Zishu's leisurely back for a while, and a special feeling suddenly rose in his heart—especially not a taste.

It felt as if that person was using this silent gesture to laugh at him, a person who was obviously busy with various things and was burdened with various things in his heart, and insisted on pretending to be indifferent.

Zhou Xu——he thought, people are like duckweed, and bodies are like catkins.

In the boundless world, with three mountains and six rivers, what kind of person can be resolute and walk alone in the world without caring, not caring about anything, not worrying about anything?

But it's not indifferent - he has emotions, but those emotions come and go quickly, passing in a flash, and after the blink of an eye, it seems that he doesn't remember anything.

Wen Kexing took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and for a moment, the smile that made people want to be flattened appeared on his face again, and he walked over slowly, and sat down opposite Zhou Zishu, not polite at all. He took a glass by himself, snatched the jug from Zhou Zishu's hand, filled the glass, took a sip, and commented: "This wine is just passable."

Zhou Zishu glanced at him lazily, and shouted, "Xiaoer, change the jug of good wine, and order two more signature dishes. The blame is on him."

Wen Kexing looked at him speechlessly, and Zhou Zishu smiled lightly. In order to show that he was not an iron cock, he didn't even want to invite him for a sip of wine, and explained specially: "You still owe me three taels of silver. Pay it off without interest, it’s a good deal.”

Wen Kexing was silent for a while, and could only say: "...Thank you."

Zhou Zishu half-closed his eyes and smiled, "Brother Wen, you're welcome."

Wen Kexing looked at him like that, and suddenly wanted to find fault with him and tease him. Just then, at the door of the restaurant with Zhou Zishu's back turned, someone suddenly said: "Let's rest here first, eat some food, and we'll meet again in the afternoon." Go to meet Brother Gao."

Then another rather familiar voice continued: "Yes, it's all up to uncle's arrangement."

Wen Kexing saw quite a dramatic scene. His creditor, who was still sober and reminded him to calculate the interest, suddenly shook, fell "drunk" on the table with a "smack", and his fingers were still pinched. Holding on to the wine glass, with her face pressed against the table, facing out the window, she seemed to be struggling to remember, but also seemed unable to get up, and said in a low voice: "I'm not drunk... I can drink another pot..."

Zhou Zishu and Zhang Chengling walked that way, Wen Kexing and Gu Xiang followed behind, so although Zhou Zishu felt it, Zhang Chengling didn't know it. Wen Ke was on the sidelines, but he didn't have much impression.

And when Zhou Zishu lay down like this, it happened that Zhang Chengling, Zhao Jing and the others didn't see him when they passed by, and didn't pay much attention, so they went straight past them and went to the private room on the second floor.

After they went up, it happened that the waiter in the store came to serve food and wine. When he saw it, he asked in amazement: "Isn't this guest officer quite sober just now, and he got drunk so quickly..."

Before he could finish his surprise, he saw Zhou Zishu sitting up as if nothing had happened. He took the jug without even looking at the food and drink.

The waiter was stunned, Zhou Zishu waved his hand and said, "Didn't I just say that I'm not drunk, can I have another pot? I never say things that don't make sense."

Thanks to the waiter in the shop, he was also well-informed, so he turned around numbly and walked away without touching the ground.

Wen Kexing smiled and asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid of that little thing?"

Without raising his eyelids, Zhou Zishu said, "What am I afraid of him doing?"

Wen Kexing looked at him: "Then what are you hiding?"

Zhou Zishu drank peanuts unhurriedly, and said vaguely: "Trouble, as soon as that kid sees me, he will chase after me and call Master and Master short. He is very clingy, like a girl."

Wen Kexing raised his eyebrows, and asked again: "Then why did you save him back then, and sold yourself for two renminbi?"

Zhou Zishu chewed the peanuts "cracklingly", and after a while, he said slowly, "Look at him poorly."

Hearing this, Wen Kexing was silent for a while, then suddenly took out his purse from his arms, reached out and grabbed some scattered silver, counted it carefully for a while, pushed it forward, and said: "Three taels, return it to you, give me more You two money, you can also sell it to me, and I promise to feed you with good food and drink in the future, and no one will hunt you down."

Zhou Zishu glanced down at the gleaming broken silver, held the wine glass in one hand, took a sip enjoying it, pushed Sanliang back first, and said, "Today's wine is paid for."

After thinking about it, he pushed back the two coins: "Not for sale."

Wen Kexing smiled and couldn't tell what emotion it was, and asked, "Why don't you sell it?"

Zhou Zishu commented simply and straightforwardly: "Look at you."

Wen Kexing laughed as if he had received some praise.

Half a month later, heroes from all over the world gathered in Dongting. Gao Chong borrowed a large monastery near Dongting to hold the hero meeting here. Half a day later, Master Cimu, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, arrived with several disciples and brought the first Two pieces of Shanhe order.

The ancient monk of Changming Mountain lived up to everyone's expectations and did not appear in front of the crowd. He only sent a disciple of about [-] years old who was very handsome and handsome, and brought the last piece of Shanhe Order.

On the night when the three mountains and rivers gathered together, Gaojiazhuang caught fire.