Faraway Wanderers

Zhou Zishu didn't care at all - he had done all kinds of life-seeking things in this world, so he didn't care about anything, and he just took care of the old fisherman's dirty words.

The black-roofed boat parted the river quietly, and a girl on the other side of the river shouted softly: "Water chestnut, sell water chestnut." When.

When he passed by Penglai, he visited the legendary Fairy Mountain. At that time, he thought so on the mountainside, but later he felt that the legendary Jiangnan with apricot blossoms and misty rain had not been visited in detail. Right now, he suddenly felt this emotion again, took a bite of the dry and hard pancake in his hand, chewed it hard for a long time with puffed cheeks, finally swallowed it, shook his head, and thought again, looking at Jiangnan, the three mountains and five mountains But I haven't been there yet, it's still a loss.

Then let go of the feelings of being here forever.

Suddenly, as if choking on saliva, the old Yuqiao stopped cursing, arched his back, tilted his head slightly, and looked in one direction without blinking his eyes.

Zhou Zishu felt a little strange, so he poked his head out of the boat and followed his gaze.

I saw the old Yuqiao fixedly staring at the two people walking by the bank - it was the man in gray and the beautiful girl in the restaurant.Although the hair of the old Yuqiao is white, his eyes are like lightning. If you look carefully, the temples hidden under the messy hair are slightly protruding, the palms are thick, and the muscles and bones are knotted. It can be seen that this old man's skills are not simple.

Asking him to stare at him so guardedly, the casual confidant who is looking at each other from afar is not a simple person.

The beautiful girl seemed to be bouncing around, but she was always walking about ten feet behind the man cautiously, not daring to overstep.

Zhou Zishu glanced at it, and knew that this girl was a servant or concubine of the man in gray. Although this girl was a bit savage, her appearance and description were quite to his liking, but he didn't care if she was someone else's. Take a closer look, look away, and then deal with the dry biscuits in your hand.

Jianghu, there are right and wrong everywhere you go, court is a vanity fair, and Jianghu is a place of right and wrong. Some people always can't understand this matter, as if riding a horse with a sword to go to the end of the world is a great thing, and they will talk about it when they die. with.

But right now, what does it have to do with him, a person who is full and the whole family is not hungry?

The old Yuqiao kept his mouth shut, but Zhou Zishu felt a little lonely instead, so he roared: "Old man, your pancakes lack a bit of saltiness, don't care about coarse salt and fine salt, you should put more."

The old Yuqiao scolded furiously: "Your mother, such a big pancake can't stop your mouth, and if you eat pancakes, it's his grandma's distaste for everything. You bastard will be starved for three days, and you won't say anything if you eat shit." fragrant……"

He seemed to be unable to stop when he opened his mouth, so Zhou Zishu laughed, biting the dry biscuit with energy, and felt a bit cheap.

It was only a few copper coins to cross the river. Zhou Zishu lavishly gave the old Yuqiao a piece of silver. The old Yuqiao didn't feel ashamed at all. Give less money.When he reached the other side, the old Yuqiao couldn't wait to knock him down: "Get out, get out, don't delay my business."

Zhou Zishu slowly threw the last piece of cake into his mouth, stretched his waist, got out of the cabin, and said vaguely, "Are you rushing to reincarnate?"

The old Yuqiao's copper bell eyes were rounded, and he looked as if he wanted to curse and greet the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, but he seemed to remember something, and finally swallowed the words back, and rowed the boat angrily. gone.

It's also a good thing that this old guy doesn't know what he's doing here, and he entrusted him with such a false identity. If he really makes a living by ferrying, how poor is he?

Seeing the boat staggering away, Zhou Zishu calmly said, "Your mother."

He has been with a bunch of gentle scum for half his life, and he used to talk around the bush with his mouth. He has never spoken so rudely in broad daylight, and he felt very happy when he blurted out such a sentence at this time, as if everything that was stagnant in his chest had been emptied. Like going out.

He was surprised to find that swearing at the street was such a comfortable thing, so he whispered again with a smile: "You old turtle who doesn't take money to do things well, eats and doesn't shit."

After finishing speaking, I smacked this sentence carefully, only to feel comfortable and full of lingering fragrance, so I walked out slowly along the river in satisfaction.

Zhou Zishu wandered around for a whole day, and at night, wandered outside the city, found a small pond, and washed himself of the sourness that he could hardly bear, at least he washed himself like I was alone, so I thought about finding a place to deal with it for the night. After walking about a mile, I saw a dilapidated deserted temple. He went in, spread the thatch, and curled up at my Buddha's feet. I yawned and fell asleep.

Even though his mind is fine now, and he can sleep until dawn the next day as soon as his head touches the thatch, he still has to be disturbed by no one. In the middle of the night, a burst of footsteps and human voices not far away still disturbed him woke up.

The three of them appeared at the gate of the deserted temple, and a bloody smell came over their faces. Zhou Zishu opened his eyes and frowned.

The injured man wore a bamboo hat on his head, and he was unconscious. He was held up by a half-year-old boy who was fourteen or five years old. The boy seemed to have some kung fu skills, but he was also weak. He was panting like a sick cow. Carrying the wounded man, beside him was an old woman dressed as a servant, holding a cloth bag in her arms, staggering and trotting all the way.

The moment the boy entered the temple gate, like a frightened little beast, he carefully swept his eyes around. Zhou Zishu was lying in the shadow of the Buddha statue, breathing very lightly. The boy didn't pay attention to him at first. He said to the man wearing the bamboo hat: "Uncle Li, let's hide here for a while, I can see your injury..."

Before he finished speaking, the half-lived man broke free from the young man, encouraged him to stand up straight, clasped his fists in Zhou Zishu's direction and said, "Cough... this friend..."

As soon as he raised his head, his voice stopped immediately, and Zhou Zishu also saw clearly that this man was the old fisherman who ferryed him, with a knife wound on his chest and back, his whole body was like a gourd of blood, and he immediately sat up straight :"It's you?"

The old Yuqiao smiled wryly: "Damn it, it's you beggar..."

Before the words finished, the whole person rushed forward, the boy hurriedly stretched out his hands to help him, but he was also exhausted, and he fell to the ground together with him, his voice was full of tears: "Uncle Li..."

Old Yuqiao twitched all over, Zhou Zishu couldn't help but leaned up, seeing that his blood was tinged with a strange purple color, and even his lips were livid, so he frowned.

The old Yuqiao forced a smile, and said in a low voice: "Are you a fucking man, why are there so many pissings? I... I'm not dead yet..."

The woman on the side also wiped her tears and said: "Uncle Li, if you have troubles, who can our young master count on?"

The old Yuqiao glared at her, took a deep breath, and tremblingly said to the young man: "I... am also worthless... It's just that I received your father's kindness back then and repaid it with my life. Something else..." He coughed, and his body twitched once without coughing, "Boy, remember..."

I remember that before I finished speaking, there was another rush of footsteps at the gate of the temple, and a man in black strode in. The black man had not masked his face, and there was a scar on his face. Like catching a mouse, he smirked: "Well, you guys ran a long way."

The boy gritted his teeth, pulled out a sword from his waist, and rushed towards him like a man in black: "I'll kill you!"

Unexpectedly, the momentum is astonishing, it is really a three-legged cat's kung fu, looking at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, but the man is clumsy, and he didn't make a move, so the man picked up the weapon lightly, and slapped it with his back, just right On his lower abdomen, like a cat teasingly, he was ejected more than a foot away.

The young man then got up and yelled in disgrace, but he showed no fear at all, and threw himself forward with his bare hands.

The old Yuqiao was in a hurry, and seemed to want to get up, but the injury was too serious, he moved a little, and fell heavily on the ground again.

The man in black sneered and said, "Is the little rabbit still going to bite people?" Then he turned sideways, bent his fingers into claws, and grabbed the young man's back heart. Under the moonlight, his hand badge was not like it was made of flesh and blood, but glowed pale. The cyan cold light is about to hurt the killer.

Zhou Zishu didn't want to be nosy at first, thinking that after all, he had a fate of "crossing the same boat" with that old fisherman. This young man was young, and he didn't want to see him die at such a young age. After turning it over, it was about to be ejected, when suddenly there was a whistle, the man in black stared, he turned somersault on the ground, and the boy missed.

Where the man in black was standing just now, there was an inch-long hidden weapon in the shape of a lotus flower nailed to it.

I only heard a girl say delicately: "Good guy, in the middle of the night, there is such a shameless person who bullies old women and weak people in the wilderness."

Zhou Zishu's heart moved, and the voice was familiar—then he took back the small stone that hadn't been shot, and lay down slowly, watching the changes.

The face of the man in black twitched, and his eyes twitched - Zhou Zishu thought it was the scar on his face, his face was a little stiff, as if he had suffered a stroke, and his fierceness was a little ridiculous, he just heard him say angrily : "Where did the little bitch come from?"

The girl smiled, Zhou Zishu looked intently, and saw a purple figure flash by the door, and it was the little girl who had threatened to poison him to death who came in, so he felt that he must have such an adventure today, in this deserted temple He has met less than half of the grievances and grievances.

I don't know where the master of the purple-clothed girl has gone, she tilted her head, and leaned against the door with an innocent face, with her fingertips around her buttocks, she gently scratched her face with her index finger, and said with a smile: "Old man Slut, you are not ashamed, you bully old people and children, and one is dying."

The old Yuqiao didn't know if he was angry or not, and during the day he would swear at people arrogantly, but now he heard people say that he was "dying soon", but he actually fell to the ground as if he was dying, unable to fart.