Faraway Wanderers

God didn't give a good face just because the heroes of the world gathered in Dongting. It was a gloomy day, as if a rain was in the air, ready to fall at any time. The steamed moisture hit people's faces, It is slightly cool, but the fallen leaves are already desolate.

At this moment, there are always people who are sad and sad, lamenting that they don't know where the old hometown is, 30 years ago, it was a big dream.

Gao Chong gave up Master Cimu to be the chief, and himself took the second place. Zhou Zi shrank in the crowd, only to hear a young man next to him sigh and say: "If there is a day, I will be like him."

When Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, saw the first emperor's ceremonial guard, he opened his mouth and said, "He can be replaced by him." When Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu was young, he also lamented in such a foolish way that "officials should be regarded as rulers, and wives should be like Yin Lihua".There are so many people in this world, who doesn't want to stand out and be a hero for a lifetime?

Youth is a good time, who has never looked up at a certain shadow like this, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists and said, "If one day, I will be like him"?

The world is by my side, and life and death are taken away.

But the scenery is unparalleled, so what?

Master Zhou Zishu passed away early, and the Four Seasons Village has no leader, so the burden is on the shoulders of his senior brother—but how big can a senior senior be?That year was full of calculations, and he was only fifteen.

At the age of 15, the current emperor was still keeping a low profile in every possible way, and the king of Nanning was still lavishing himself at the age of 15, thinking that he was confused. Even the great witch of southern Xinjiang, who is now called the Central Plains martial arts legend, was just a foreigner at the age of 15. , An angry but helpless child.

So Liang Jiuxiao seemed to be his only comfort, relying on each other for life.

But when did the rift start?

Perhaps it was the first time when Liang Jiuxiao went to Beijing, he saw the rotten battles, the intensifying battle for succession, the brotherhood, and the many crimes committed by his elder brother whom he wholeheartedly admired. Sin, framing, blaming, and even mutilating Zhongliang——

At this time, Gao Chong had already stood up, and he condemned Guigu to the heroes from all walks of life.

Zhou Zishu lowered his eyelids slightly, as if he was asleep, and remained motionless. Liang Jiuxiao questioned his words, word by word, for many years, and he never forgot.

"What are you all for? Power? Throne? Glory and wealth?"

"If you go on like this, there will be no good end. Wake up!"

"Brother, kill for life..."

Kill for life?Why pay for your life if you kill someone, there are many ways in this world to make life worse than death—Zhou Zishu laughed at himself, thinking, Jiu Xiao, in fact, we are all wrong.

Just at this moment, a soft hum came from not far away, and a sharp voice interrupted Gao Chong and Zhou Zishu's thoughts. At first glance, the man's voice sounded like a child's, but the tone was yin and yang. Slightly hoarse.Gao Chong's voice was full of inner strength, if he could interrupt him, it could be seen that this person's skill is not too weak.

He only heard him say: "Great Xia, it's probably far-fetched to conclude that these murders were committed by Guigu based on just a few words?"

Everyone's eyes were attracted to one place, Zhou Zishu narrowed his eyes and looked over, and saw that the person who spoke was less than three feet long, he was actually a dwarf, and he was riding on the shoulders of a big man, that big man was like a hill, Zhou Zishu Among men, he was tall and tall, but he had to look up to see the face of the big man.His beard and hair were messed up, and only a pair of copper bell-like eyes were exposed outside, but he was holding the dwarf very carefully, as if worried that he would not be able to sit still, and gently clenched it with his hands as big as cattail leaf fans. Dwarf ankles.

"Digong" Feng Xiaofeng and his mountain slave who can't kick a fart with three legs?

In view of the obvious physical characteristics of these two people, many people already knew who they were as soon as they spoke.Zhou Zishu's eyes flickered, and he didn't have any ill feeling towards Feng Xiaofeng in his heart. It was rumored that he was a master who was both righteous and evil, and he did everything according to his own likes and dislikes. He had no principles. I don't know if it was because of his body that he was very paranoid. Also cruel and moody.

Except for being inseparable from him, a mountain slave, for a lifetime, no one will buy it.In short, a thorn in the side.

I only heard Feng Xiaofeng sharply said: "Great Xia Gao's words are so unreasonable. He said that Guigu'does many evils'. The evil spirits in Qingzhuling naturally do many evils. If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be cornered and let good people go. Ghost, forgive me for talking too much, that Qingzhuling Ghost Valley has been around for many years. There have always been rules in the Ghost Valley. , why not come out at this time to cause trouble?"

Gao Chong pursed his lips. When the down-to-earth hero like a Maitreya Buddha was not smiling, his eyes were surprisingly sharp, with an indescribable pressure. He stared at Feng Xiaofeng for a long time before slowly He asked calmly: "So it's Brother Feng, so according to Brother Feng's intention, what should it be like?"

Feng Xiaofeng sneered and said: "Feng doesn't need you to be polite and say brother. You say brother in your mouth, but you must scold the dwarf in your heart. Why are you so hypocritical? I, Feng Dwarf, just heard some gossip Let me remind you, in case you are full of food, let the lard cover your heart, and do something... useless."

After listening to a few sentences, Zhou Zishu knew that the rumors were true. This Feng Xiaofeng could not be called a villain, maybe he was a sweetheart, but he was not likable. Not only was he not likable, he was simply a mad dog.

I heard that someone had his tongue cut off because he said "short" to his face--if someone called him rudely, he would turn his face and cut off his tongue, but if someone called him politely, he felt that he was hypocritical and it was simply too difficult to serve.

Gao Chong frowned slightly, but after all, a generation of famous heroes, who hold their own identities, are unlikely to care about Feng Xiaofeng as a mad dog, so he asked politely: "I also want to ask Feng Daxia what rumors he heard?" ?”

Feng Xiaofeng laughed twice like a "Jie Jie" like a strange bird, and said coldly: "Gao Chong, why are you pretending to be confused? I don't know what happened to Mu Yunge and Yu Tianjie, but dare you say Zhang Yusen and Yu Tianjie The case of Master Taishan has nothing to do with Liulijia?"

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of some insiders in the crowd changed drastically, and there were whispered discussions. Zhou Zishu noticed that Gao Chong seemed to have turned his head and looked at Master Cimu with a dignified expression - on the contrary, it was the legendary disciple of the ancient monk. The young man was very indifferent, sitting facing Gao Sheng, still bowing his head, thinking about something, looking like a big fairy who doesn't listen to the world.

Zhang Chengling was sitting on the other side. He was leaning on Zhao Jing, but when he heard the words, he sneaked a look at Zhao Jing, and saw that after hearing the word "Liu Li Jia", this elder's face was covered with an inexplicable blush. Meaning, mixed with resentment and deep thought, unexpectedly appeared a little hideous.

When the boy came to his lips, the words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't ask.

In the short period of time, he has understood many things. From other people's comments and eyes, Zhang Chengling has read that kind of pity with contempt more than once——Yes, his father is Zhang Yusen, Zhang Daxia, who is famous all over the world , How could there be such a useless son?He even heard the servants in Zhao's mansion secretly discussing that so many people risked their lives to save such a child, but what's the use?

Can you count on him to avenge Zhang Daxia, or can you count on him to revive the Zhang family?

They just use him as a signboard. No matter who it is, when they talk about Guigu, they will point to him after being filled with righteous indignation. This is the orphan of the Zhang family. Son, don't worry, we will definitely be there for your father and the whole family Justice.

A useless and pathetic signboard.

Zhang Chengling couldn't help thinking of the sallow, emaciated and silent man that he met in the ruined temple that day. Since that horrible night, he hasn't had a night without nightmares, but he can't tell anyone, who cares? ?Even Uncle Zhao told him, boy, you have to stand up straight, don't be afraid of those ghostly things, the big guys are on your side, and one day you can avenge the Zhang family.However, no one put his arms around his shoulders and said softly, "It's okay, you sleep in your bed, I'll call you if you have a nightmare."

The scene was already in chaos, Feng Xiaofeng sneered, and asked Gao Chong to give an explanation for the rumored "Liu Lijia".Zhang Chengling lowered his head and pressed his temple. Suddenly, a gust of dark wind hit him, and a small ball of paper hit the back of his hand accurately. Group picked up.

There is only one line of small characters written on it: If you want the truth, follow me.

Zhang Chengling looked up, and saw a man in dark clothes in the crowd, looking at him without blinking, with an indescribably malicious sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he was sure that he would not dare to come same, looking at him contemptuously and viciously.

At that moment, Zhang Chengling didn't know whether it was because of impulsiveness or anger, he held the note tightly, taking advantage of the chaos and no one was paying attention, quietly left Zhao Jing's side, and followed the man through the crowd.

No one noticed him except Zhou Zishu.

Zhou Zishu has been staring at Zhang Chengling with half of his heart. He has excellent eyesight. When he saw someone flicking a note into Zhang Chengling's hand, he became alert. Seeing that this little thing went alone without knowing the heights of the heavens, he didn't bother to listen now. These heroes frowned and followed secretly.

The man seemed to hang him deliberately, Zhang Chengling chased after him, and he disappeared, but after a while, there was always a small stone hitting him from various tricky angles, and the expression on his face was ragged. Then the man appeared again, as if deliberately mocking him for his poor skill, he stopped and stopped, like a cat teasing a mouse.

Zhang Chengling gritted his teeth, and unexpectedly chased him all the way. He was not qualified, and he had never used hard work before. After arriving in Zhaojiazhuang, everyone was planning how to do justice, but no one thought of teaching him some kung fu. I was so anxious that I was already out of breath, and my eyes turned black, and I could almost hear my pulse "chug" near my temple.

This spoiled young man has never been so angry with himself before, only to hear someone snort coldly: "This is Zhang Yusen's son? It's a waste."

The young man thought to himself, yes, Zhang Chengling, you are a piece of trash, why was it you who was rescued by Uncle Li at the beginning?

Why is it you?

Then the man who led him out stopped in front of him, his chin was lifted with his iron-like palm, and his vicious eyes fell on Zhang Chengling's face. The place.

A few shadows fell behind the man out of thin air, all in the same inconspicuous dark clothes, and surrounded Zhang Chengling.

He only heard the person who led him chuckle, let go of Zhang Chengling, and raised his voice: "My dear brother who hides his head and shows his tail, you are just doing it for such a small thing, why are you mobilizing people like this?"

As soon as the words were finished, a man in crimson came out, and there was a blood-red palm-shaped birthmark on his face, which made the facial features look indescribably hideous and frightening.

Zhang Chengling's legs began to tremble a little, he raised his chin as much as possible, pretended to be fearless, and looked at the man in red.

The man in red suddenly let out a low laugh. His voice was dry and hoarse, like rusty iron pieces scraping together. Hearing it made people get goosebumps. In a flash, he came to Zhang Chengling and grabbed his hand. neck.The man's fingers were as cold as a dead person. At that moment, Zhang Chengling even felt that the man in front of him was a zombie.

Then the man asked softly: "Let me ask you, did you see a man missing a finger in Zhangjiazhuang that night?"

Zhang Chengling stared at him with wide eyes and shook his head vigorously.

The man narrowed his eyes, and made his voice softer: "No? Good boy, think about it again, is there or is it not?"

The softer his voice was, the stronger the strength in his hands. Zhang Chengling was a little suffocated, and he struggled hard, his face was red from being pinched, and his arms and legs hit the man in red with all his strength and disorderly, cursing in a hoarse voice : "There is your grandpa!"

The man in red seemed to be unaware, with a ghostly smile on his face: "Yes...or not?"

Zhang Chengling felt a pain in his chest that was about to burst from being suppressed. He understood that this man wanted him to say yes, but at the critical moment, the young master lost his temper again. He opened his mouth and spit on it. At that moment, the hand around his neck suddenly turned into a pair of pliers.Zhang Chengling didn't even have the strength to move.

The man asked softly: "Let me ask you again, yes or no?"

Zhang Chengling's consciousness gradually blurred, he thought, he is going to die...

Suddenly, the man let out a muffled groan, and the hand around his neck suddenly loosened, and the air suddenly poured into Zhang Chengling's chest. He staggered back a few steps, and sat on the ground with a "plop", heart-piercing. Lungly coughed.

The man in red took a few steps back, staring at a pebble that almost broke his wrist: "Who?"