Faraway Wanderers

Ye Baiyi frowned slightly. His face was more fake than Zhou Zishu's. It seemed that he had been stiff for a long time. No matter how slight his expression was, he seemed laborious and weird. He asked, "Yes?" You? Who are you?"

Wen Kexing sneered, and asked back: "You didn't report your family name first, but asked me who I am? Is that how the ancient monk taught his disciples?"

With Wen Kexing's strength, Zhou Zishu managed to stand still. He coughed a few times in a muffled voice, feeling his throat was burning. He turned his face away, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

Wen Kexing saw it out of the corner of his eye, his face fell, and he scolded in a deep voice: "Zhou Xu, are you stupid too, you don't even know who he is, so you stand like a door panel and let him touch it casually?"

I haven't touched it yet - he glanced at Ye Baiyi who was standing on the side, and swallowed the sentence again.

Zhou Zishu's inner breath was stirred up by Ye Baiyi, and he was busy suppressing his true energy, so he didn't have time to listen to Wen Kexing's nonsense, so in his busy schedule, he half-rolled his eyes at him.

Ye Baiyi asked again: "Your kung fu is not weak, whose disciple is it? What does it have to do with this kid?"

It was only then that Wen Kexing felt the strangeness in his tone. Ye Baiyi spoke slowly, jumping out word by word, like an old man, but matched with his face and expression, it made people feel angry at the same time. , and felt a little weird.

Wen Kexing was not an ignorant person, and he was only impulsive just now, but now he felt a little suspicious.

Before he could answer, Zhou Zishu raised his sleeves, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked softly, "Senior Gu Monk, what do you mean by this?"

Ye Baiyi said calmly: "Let's see if your injury is still recoverable." He paused, and then said, "When did I say that I belong to an ancient monk? Don't be smart."

Wen Kexing knew that Zhou Zishu had internal injuries, so he was not surprised, but was taken aback when he heard the second half of the sentence—Zhou Zishu guessed that he was an ancient monk, although Ye Baiyi denied it, but he mentioned that "the ancient monk "The two words, without the slightest respect, seem to be people of the same generation.

Wen Kexing couldn't help sweeping Ye Baiyi's wrinkle-free face up and down again, thinking to himself, what kind of freak is this old thing?

Ye Baiyi said to Zhou Zishu: "If the upper beam is not upright, the lower beam is crooked. I know that a person surnamed Qin can't teach any good people to be apprentices, but if you don't know the details of this person, I still advise you to avoid associating with him. It's less like a good thing than you."

Wen Kexing felt that this foodie was born against him, and when he saw him, he felt panicked, so he blurted out: "I don't know the truth? Old ghost, haven't you heard of what is called white head like new, full of old? It's all about relying on the old and selling the old, you control the world, and you still care about shitting and farting?"

Ye Baiyi was not a good-tempered person, so he scolded in a low voice: "The boy is looking for death." Then he slapped him.

Zhou Zishu felt that his internal breath was disordered, and it was not suitable for him to be involved in their street fights, which disrespected the old and disrespected the young, so he stepped back a few steps in a very sensible way, flew onto the wall, sat down cross-legged, and adjusted his breath. While watching these two people come and go.

When everyone was panicking over Guigu and Liulijia and couldn't sleep at night, no one knew that in this unpopulated alley, there was a fight between two masters that hadn't happened in a century.Ye Baiyi denied that he was an ancient monk, and Zhou Zishu didn't know who he was. He just felt that this person's martial arts was so high that it was rare in his life, even if he was an ancient monk himself.

But Wen Kexing was still able to keep his face, Zhou Zishu took a closer look, and found that his martial arts method was not the same as that of the master Wen Ruyu—no, it should be said that even though Wen Ruyu was once a well-known figure in the world, he was not the same as him. Son is by no means comparable.

The three moves that Wen Kexing taught the young Zhang Chengling that day were all derived from Wen Ruyu's swordsmanship, which gave people the impression that they were all peaceful and upright, exuding a magnanimous spirit.

But at the moment, Zhou Zishu only thinks that this person's every move is very fierce, and he can't tell what kind of kung fu it is. Xiang wants to be smart and out too much.Anyway, it was definitely not inherited from any of his heroic parents... Zhou Zishu narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to have a faint guess in his heart.

At the same time, he was a little dumbfounded, there were only a few people in Jiang Hu who couldn't tell his history, yet they all gathered together tonight.

At this time, Zhou Zishu suddenly felt water droplets falling from the sky, and the wind seemed to be getting cooler. After a few drops of rain fell, the rain suddenly became denser. A night rain came just like that quietly.

Zhou Zishu wrapped his outer robe tighter, straightened his long coiled legs, hung them from the wall, and raised his voice to the two choked people: "I said, Senior Ye, Brother Wen, this It's raining, it's so cold, we're about to leave, right?"

——That tone didn't seem like he was watching a fight between two great masters, but rather like watching a monkey show.

Ye Baiyi snorted, and pulled his body back three feet. When he landed, he slightly tidied up his somewhat messy skirt. Wen Kexing tore a corner of his drifting sleeves——Zhou Zishu felt warm. Because of his little hobbies that are not humane, Ke Xing fell into this habit of tearing off other people's sleeves, and wished that the whole world would have broken sleeves.

Wen Kexing was even more embarrassed. He covered his chest and took a step back. He felt that his internal organs seemed to have been shaken, and he spit out a mouthful of bloody foam. He was swept by the opponent's palm just now, and his ribs hurt faintly. Is the rib brother still healthy?

Ye Baiyi glanced at Wen Kexing silently, and said: "You are already at the end of your strength, if you don't stop just now, within ten moves, I will definitely kill you."

Wen Kexing stood there with slightly arched shoulders, looking at Ye Baiyi coldly.

Zhou Zishu had no choice but to sigh, and said: "Senior Ye, as a senior, why do you want to kill the younger generation?"—Hurry up and go back to your deep mountain forest to plant flowers and raise birds, why bother to come all the way here? Dongting, is this a shit-stirring stick?

Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to remind Wen Kexing, this person continued to talk cheaply, "You old thing is already a thing of the past, if you can live to that time, within ten years, I will be yours!" It will surely take your life."

Ye Baiyi seemed to have heard some big joke. He was taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed. His face like a stone Bodhisattva, the smile was shocking. Zhou Zishu was worried that his stiff facial features would It was broken by his overly violent expression.

Ye Baiyi said: "Take my life? Okay, okay—it's been 50 years, and no one has ever dared to say such a thing to me. I'll wait for you to take my life."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to leave, but he seemed to have remembered something, turned his head and looked at Zhou Zishu thoughtfully, after a long silence, he said, "I can't help your injury."

Zhou Zishu remained expressionless, a little amused in his heart, and felt that Ye Baiyi's tone of voice was taking himself too seriously, so he said, "Senior may not be omnipotent, no one expects you to have a way."

Ye Baiyi shook his head and said: "Your meridians are already withered, like an old tree with rotten roots. Even removing the poison on your body will not help. Instead, because there is no resistance, the internal force will wither the already withered If the meridian pulse is broken, I really want to see the King of Hades."

Wen Kexing was shocked, and turned his head to look at Zhou Zishu in disbelief—the man was still sitting on the wall with his legs dangling, very leisurely. The thin rainwater hit him, and his black hair was completely wet. As if glowing with a dim light, if he hadn't seen him make a move in the crypt that day, it would be hard to tell that this is a wounded person.

Zhou Zishu laughed loudly and said, "Then I must die for sure?"

Ye Baiyi nodded frankly.

Zhou Zishu looked at him, and suddenly felt that Ye Baiyi had lived in the mountains for too long, besides being a fool, he was a little careless, so he sighed: "Senior, why did you bother to scold the bald donkey in front of the monk? I haven't offended you, so don't let me know about it again and again, it's not good news."

Ye Baiyi looked at him silently for a while, then suddenly turned around and left without saying a word.

Zhou Zishu originally suspected that he had asked him to come out for other reasons, but judging from what he meant, it was probably because the old fool had forgotten all about his business after a fight.He didn't bother to remind, so he jumped off the wall.

Seeing that Wen Kexing was still looking at him with an inexplicable gaze, he greeted him and said, "Why are you still standing there stupidly? Are you injured or..."

The rest of his words fell silent, because Wen Kexing suddenly walked over, approached him, and stroked his face with his cold hands.

The rain slid down Wen Kexing's face, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was only the sound of dripping water.His expressionless face, messy hair on his pale face, and black eyes reminded Zhou Zishu of the way he casually glanced past the restaurant when they first met.

Wen Kexing said: "When I was young, my mother forced me to study and my father forced me to practice martial arts. In the village where we lived, all the children were outside sneaking around, climbing trees and climbing houses, and I was the only one in the courtyard. Reading and practicing swords, you can only go out to relax when it is dark, every time I just joined the game happily, the other children's parents would call them back to eat."

Zhou Zishu felt that this movement was very awkward, so he wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but he just saw Wen Kexing's slightly dazed expression. The rain was pressing on his eyelashes, and he blinked quickly. It just dripped down his cheeks and down his chin, giving people the illusion that he was shedding tears.

"At that time, I hated my parents very much, so I got angry with them. My father told me, 'If you don't work hard when you are young, the old man will be sad'. It will be too late to work hard when you grow up. I think, when I grow up It’s too late to steal bird eggs and play marbles.”

Wen Kexing paused, put the word "too late" in his mouth, and repeated it again, as if deliberately chewing the bitterness, then hooked Zhou Zishu's neck and hugged him like a body The older child, who had grown too far but was still childish in heart, hugged him full of grievances.

Zhou Zishu sighed, "it's too late". In his life, has he tasted the bitterness too many times?

Then Wen Kexing let him go and asked, "Is your injury not healed?"

Zhou Zishu laughed at himself and shook his head.

Wen Kexing was silent for a moment, then asked again: "How many years...?"

Zhou Zishu made the calculations and said, "It's only been two or three years."

Wen Kexing laughed, and Zhou Zishu felt that something was wrong with his smile, so he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Kexing shook his head, took a step back, and then took another step back, and said: "In my whole life, when I wanted to have fun, I couldn't be happy. When I grow up, I want to learn literature and martial arts from my parents." , and there is no one to teach, you say... Isn't it very inappropriate? Fortunately..."

He suppressed his smile, turned around and left, leaving behind Zhou Zishu who was confused.

Fortunately, I haven't particularly liked you yet——

The cool rain knows the autumn, Qingwu dies of old age, a night of bitter cold oppresses the thin quilt, and many times of life and morals... It's just a "see each other and hate it late".