Faraway Wanderers

A skinny man walked out slowly from the corner. His face was almost forgettable, and his age could not be seen.He didn't know how long he had been hiding there, but no one noticed.

The man in red frowned. For some reason, the moment he saw this man who was thrown in the crowd so that no one would want to take a second look, he suddenly felt a trembling sensation creeping up his spine. , couldn't help but adjusted his posture following the man's pace, and looked at him without blinking.

He asked again cautiously: "Who are you?"

Zhou Zishu subconsciously imagined answering Gu Xiang, and casually said "nobody", but he lowered his head and scanned the bruise on Zhang Chengling's neck, and suddenly thought to himself, he has been pretending to be his grandson in court for half his life , with such a group of things who hide their heads and show their tails, what else is there to be polite?

Those in his bones, like a ranger and a wanderer, have been suppressed for too long—Zhou Zishu glanced at a group of men and men in red who were visibly nervous, chuckled lightly, and said : "What are you, do you care who I am?"

The corners of the man's eyes twitched, and his palms slowly retracted into his sleeves. If someone could see his palms at this time, they would find a layer of black air slowly rising on his skin, and his face was blood red. The birthmark seems to be darker in color.

The few people who were standing next to him involuntarily spread aside slightly, and then winked at each other, surrounding Zhou Zishu and Zhang Chengling in the middle.

Zhou Zishu didn't care. He leaned over and grabbed Zhang Chengling by the collar of his clothes as if no one else was there, and lifted him up from the ground, saying, "Little devil, stand up and look like you're throwing yourself on the ground."

Zhang Chengling froze for a moment, and looked at Zhou Zishu, who was wearing another mask, in astonishment, as if he was still a little confused.

The man in red said patiently: "Brother, I just have to wait for something. I need to ask this kid, don't you..."

Before he could say the word "nosy", Zhou Zishu's hand was like lightning, and he used exactly the same movement as the man in red to grab the man who lured Zhang Chengling by the neck.

The man was taken aback, his martial arts were actually not weak, but he didn't expect the skinny man in front of him to look like a ghost, and if he had time to escape in the future, the most vulnerable place would be pinched by the other party hand.

People who have practiced a little bit of kung fu also understand that the neck, chest, etc. are the key points, and they are the most guarded places, even if they are not intentional, they will subconsciously defend them. Weakness means that you are too confident in your own strength.

Then Zhou Zishu grinned without a smile on his face, and asked, "Am I your grandfather?"

The man pinched by him was stunned for a moment, and then he was so angry that he recklessly planned to curse: "You..."

However, after only uttering one word, Zhou Zishu suddenly increased his strength, and the man's foul language turned into a hoarse scream. In panic, he raised his hand and waved it towards Zhou Zishu's chest. The distance between the two was extremely close. He only heard a miserable cry with a changed tone, but he didn't see the opponent make a move, and his two arms were unjointed and hung down.

Only to hear Zhou Zishu protracted his voice again, and asked softly: "You said, am I—is—your—grandfather—grandfather?"

The man in red said angrily, "What do you mean?"

Zhou Zi turned to him slowly, and said with a sneer, "I just have some things, I need to ask this bastard, don't meddle in my own business."

The muscles and bones on the back of his hand exploded suddenly, the man didn't even groan, he rolled his eyes, twitched, and didn't move, he didn't know if he was dead or not.

As soon as Zhou Zishu let go, he collapsed on the ground as if he had no bones.

At the same time, two people rushed out at the same time, one jumped at Zhang Chengling who had just stood firm, and the other waved a long hook in his hand, and greeted Zhou Zishu with a gust of wind.Zhou Zishu didn't dodge, and kicked out from a very unimaginable angle, right in the chest of the hooker, and this kick hit the hooker firmly, causing the man to spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and flew out , just bumped into the person who attacked Zhang Chengling, and the two of them rolled out together like gourds.

Zhou Zishu frowned, grabbed Zhang Chengling by the back of the neck in disgust, and threw him aside as if he was catching a kitten, and said impatiently: "Little things will get in the way. Be honest, stay there and don't move. "

Zhang Chengling only felt his body lighten, and he was thrown to the corner of the wall to stand still as if he had no weight. At that moment, he opened his eyes slightly, opened his mouth, and silently spit out the word "Master".

The man in red didn't move, and the others all rushed towards Zhou Zishu.

Zhang Chengling couldn't bear to blink his eyes. He remembered that when he was very young, his father said that there are different ways of martial arts. Some are as firm as a rock, as stable as Mount Tai, some are fierce and invincible, and some are violent. The second is as fast as lightning, but these are all tangible skills. The most powerful must be silent, invisible, and ineffable. At first glance, it looks like spring rain, moistening things silently, but it can only be attributed to the eight characters—— As graceful as a frightened bird, as light as a heavy lift.

Now, he finally understands what it means to "lift weights like light".

Those people were holding a hook exactly in the same hand. If you look carefully, it is shaped like a scorpion tail needle, and it also faintly glows with a blue light. There is a kind of mysterious coldness. Zhang Chengling doesn't know at this time that these people are the notorious "poisonous scorpions" , They are a bunch of desperadoes, who kill and rob, as long as they have money, they will do anything, despicable and obscene, no matter how disgusting they are.

It's just that they don't look so good now. Zhou Zishu's footsteps don't move much, he seems to be lazy, and occasionally advances and retreats only a half step. He is unarmed, his body is extremely soft, boneless, swaying here and there No one among those holding the hook could get close to him, but it was only when his soft hands and feet were touched a little that he knew how powerful he was.

Zhang Chengling stared at it for a long while, and was surprised to feel dazzled and dizzy.

In less than a stick of incense, all the thirteen "poisonous scorpions" lay down.

Zhang Chengling's blood boiled at that moment, and he couldn't help but also clenched his fists, squeezing hard.Zhou Zishu lightly brushed his robe, stood opposite the man in red without saying a word, looked at him for a long while, then suddenly tilted his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "That birthmark on your face, folks?" It's called a little devil's slap, so could it be that you are the happy and mourning ghost Sun Ding like the star of mourning?"

The expression of the man in red changed suddenly.

Zhou Zishu sneered, and said: "Ghost Valley has its own rules. When you become a ghost, you are no longer a human being, and you can't see the light. Except for July and a half, there is no reason to come out. Are you very courageous? How dare you do anything in the Dongting.”

The man in red gritted his teeth and said, "You talk too much." Before he finished speaking, the man had turned into a blood-red shadow, bullying him, with an indescribably unpleasant smell on his body, like a fishy smell Mixed with the smell of rotting corpses, a strong wind hit, so fast that people couldn't see clearly.

Zhou Zishu suddenly jumped up and flew backward three feet out of thin air.

The man in red swung his palm and didn't hit anyone. Zhang Chengling could see clearly—there was a palm-shaped dent on the ground that Zhou Zishu had stepped on. Withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, the young man looked up suspiciously, but he didn't expect that this terrifying man in red was actually the legendary Sun Ding!

The murderer who killed Mu Yunge and Fang Zhizhi.

Zhou Zishu snapped off a branch, let out a soft chirp, and inserted it straight between the hands of the happy mourning ghost. The branches and leaves on that branch withered quickly. Infused with internal strength, it appeared to be very flexible. For a moment, Xisanggui felt that it seemed to be alive, and there was still a faint sticking force.

Shocked, he was about to retreat, but Zhou Zishu's palm had already pressed to his lower abdomen, and the ghost of joy and sorrow made a somersault in embarrassment, and took three or four steps back, his face was pale, and he finally managed to stabilize himself , Zhou Zishu casually tossed aside the branch that had almost spread to his hand, rolled up his sleeves slightly, and stood up in awe.

Xisanggui is very knowledgeable about current affairs, and he didn't hesitate to land on the ground. With the force of backlash, he disappeared after a few ups and downs.

Zhang Chengling said anxiously: "He ran away!"

Zhou Zishu glanced at him, ignored him, turned around and walked in another direction, Zhang Chengling rushed to catch up and called, "Master!"

Zhou Zishu paused, frowned and said, "Which one is your master?"

Zhang Chengling chased after him recklessly, clung to his arm, raised his head and said firmly: "I knew it, you are Uncle Zhou, your benefactor, and your master."

Besides him, who else would have such an impatient tone of voice, such a pair of skinny but warm hands, and such a light kung fu like a ghost?Besides him, at this time, who else would come out of the crowd alone and save his life?

Zhang Chengling decided it was him, and he was definitely not wrong.Zhou Zishu tossed about hastily at first, and didn't expect to be able to hide it from some people, but he didn't want to be seen by this little brat, so he was somewhat frustrated, so he tried to throw him away: "You... "

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he pulled Zhang Chengling into his arms, and dodged to the side by wrong steps. His arms seemed to stiffen for a moment, and then Zhou Zishu said coldly, "You're looking for death!"

With a slash of palm, before the sneak attacker could fully jump up, his neck was tilted to one side, and it was actually broken.

Zhang Chengling looked intently and saw that the sneak attacker was actually the first unlucky ghost whose neck was strangled by Zhou Zishu. He didn't expect this person to be proficient in turtle's breathing technique, so he just pretended to be dead.

The next moment, he was carried and thrown aside again, Zhou Zishu started to leave without saying a word, Zhang Chengling would not let him go again, so he chased after him shamelessly.

However, he only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the figure flashed for a moment, and then disappeared.Zhang Chengling knew that his lightness kungfu was excellent, and even if he practiced for another 40 or [-] years, he might not be able to keep up with it. He was very sad, and he called out: "Master..." He was so anxious that he almost shed tears.

However, at this moment, only a chuckle was heard, and a man in gray appeared out of nowhere, just in time to block Zhou Zishu's way, and raised his hand to hook his waist, as if he was counting the time to disrupt the situation.

Zhou Zishu spun around in the air, but for some reason, he froze and was embraced by the man in gray.

He only heard the familiar voice that made his teeth itch with hatred and said: "Master Zhou Shengren, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

When the two landed on the ground, Zhou Zishu suddenly let out a muffled snort and hugged his right arm. The man in gray, Wen Kexing, unceremoniously tore open his sleeve, and deliberately tore it sideways, as if he wanted to drag others into the water by breaking his sleeve. It seemed like that, but at the next moment, he frowned again——on Zhou Zishu's right arm, there were two small scars nailed to it, which turned purple like poisonous insect stings.

Wen Kexing said: "I said, why do you run so fast, I dare say you were stung by a poisonous scorpion."

Zhang Chengling didn't expect this to happen, and as if he understood something, he looked back at the dead man who had sneaked up on them, his face turned pale.

Before Zhou Zishu had time to say anything, Wen Kexing sealed his big acupoints like lightning, and ordered, "Shut up."

Then he took out a magnet from his bosom, carefully sucked out the two cow hair-like needles that had been stuck into his flesh, then leaned over and sucked the poisonous blood for him with his mouth without hesitation.

Zhou Zishu stiffened into a stone in an instant.