Faraway Wanderers

The man in black and the girl in purple quickly fought together. Zhou Zishu watched clearly from the bystanders. The two people's kung fu skills were not quite the same, but they were equally cruel and wicked, unlike the so-called decent families.

After walking about fourteen or five moves, the man in black suddenly swayed backwards with the girl's palm, and then kicked her Tanzhong acupoint, the girl dodged sideways, scolded lightly, and pointed to the palm to raise her hand The chop was clearly intended to destroy his kneecap on the spot, but suddenly something rang on the trousers of the man in black, a spring popped out from his calf, and a broken arrow shot out, directly hitting the girl's jaw.

The girl's kung fu is good, she seems to be a bit better than the man in black, but she didn't expect him to make such a cheap move, she was startled, and if she tried to hide again, it was too late, Zhou Zishu clasped the little girl in her palm The stone finally made a move, and it was bouncing on the tip of the arrow, and the tip of the arrow narrowly brushed past her temples.

After going through such a risk, the girl didn't know how to be afraid like an ordinary person. Instead, she became angry from embarrassment. Without hesitation for a moment, she turned her lower hand into a claw, grabbed the man in black's leg bone, folded it one by one, The man in black screamed miserably, and her leg bones were broken by her. She didn't give up, she stretched out her small green hand, with blue light in the palm, and slapped the man in black hard on the chest. Then he flew out, curled up with a broken leg, his face quickly turned purple-gray, and pointed at the girl in amazement, "You are Zi...Zi..."

"Zi" he didn't finish what he said, so he rolled his eyes and went to see Hades.

The old woman on the side saw this beautiful girl attacking so hard, she was so frightened that she didn't move.

On the other hand, the young man, looking at the simple and honest, but reacted first, rushed to the old Yuqiao, and asked anxiously: "Uncle Li, how are you? You..."

The old Yuqiao seemed to have some breath left, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the boy's sleeve with great effort, the boy hurriedly and carefully dragged him up and hugged him in his arms, the girl in purple also leaned over when she saw this, stretched out her hand and turned over the old Yuqiao. Qiao's eyelids frowned, and he said bluntly, "It's the heartbroken powder in the middle of the night, and with so much blood, I don't think he can be saved, please mourn."

The boy slapped her hand away, stared at her and said loudly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

The purple-clothed girl frowned, and the killing intent appeared on her handsome smiling face, as if she remembered something, she endured it, suppressed the killing intent, stood up with her arms folded in front of her chest, and sneered nonchalantly Said: "You son of a bitch who doesn't know a good heart."

The old Yuqiao's muddy gaze stayed on her for a moment, then passed over again, turned around, and fell on Zhou Zishu, who was standing at the feet of the Buddha statue and had two straws stuck in his hair. Open your mouth in the direction.

Everyone followed his gaze to look at Zhou Zishu, and the girl let out an "Aiya" and said with a smile, "I thought it was some expert who helped me once, but I didn't expect it to be you, so I invited you to drink." , you fight for me, it just so happens that neither of us owes anyone else."

She said this very cheaply, but since she was a beautiful girl, Zhou Zishu decided not to care about her, so he smiled, went to the old Yuqiao and squatted down: "Brother, you call me."

Old Yuqiao stretched his hand into his bosom with great effort, and the other four people present eight eyes were waiting to see what he took out. After a while, Old Yuqiao stretched out his fist and handed it to Zhou Zishu, struggling to look at him. .Zhou Zishu hesitated for a moment, and reached out to pick it up, only to see a flash of light, and a piece of broken silver lay in his palm.

The old Yuqiao said: "I... give you back the money, let you take the boat for nothing, and you... for me..."

Before Zhou Zishu finished hearing what he was doing for him, he couldn't help laughing, shaking his head and about to stand up, but the old Yuqiao stretched out his hand and firmly grabbed his wrist: "For me... send this child to Zhaojiazhuang, Taihu Lake... "

This is not a pretty girl, so Zhou Zishu sighed and said, "I said this old man..."

The old Yuqiao interrupted him: "Dropping... the kindness... Dang, Dang... The spring will repay you..."

Zhou Zishu raised his eyes and looked melancholy at the door of the ruined temple in the wilderness. In the surrounding night, he wondered whether he should change his face. Could it be that his face is yellow and thin enough, so it looks like he has been taken advantage of? ?

The old Yuqiao didn't know if it was the flash of light, the hand holding him was getting stronger and stronger, his breath seemed to be lingering in his throat, and when he spoke, he tremblingly said, "You should be Let’s accumulate virtue, let’s accumulate virtue! There are still children and grandchildren in the next generation... even if the son is dead... the grandson is extinct, and the next generation... the next life."

These words struck Zhou Zishu's heart fiercely like a bolt of lightning, and the three-autumn nail on his chest seemed to hurt again, as if it was about to penetrate into his flesh - and what about the next life? So many sins, I will die after three years, even if I am done with it, but... there is still another life.

After a while, Zhou Zishu sighed, gently discarded the broken silver, caught it again, and slowly put it into his arms.

The old Yuqiao's cloudy eyes lit up, his lips trembled a few times, but he didn't make a sound, and then the faint light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and the hand holding Zhou Zishu could no longer hold on, and fell limply , mouth still chattering about something.

Zhou Zishu slowly put his ear to his mouth, only to hear him say intermittently: "You want...you can't do it...you want...I...down, down...fuck, fuck... Eighteen generations of your ancestors..."

Zhou Zishu straightened up, he had nothing to say, then the old Yuqiao tilted his head and lost his breath, the young man howled earth-shatteringly.

The old woman was like an old lady, and she had no idea, she followed along and wiped her tears, and Zhou Zishu automatically stood by the purple-clothed girl.The purple-clothed girl rolled her big eyes and asked softly, "My master said you are powerful, but I haven't seen it yet. What sect do you belong to? What's your name?"

Zhou Zishu bit his cheek and said politely: "I'm not Cai Zhou...Zhou Xu, who has no family and no sect, is just a lonely ghost wandering the world. I haven't asked the girl what to call her yet?"

The girl looked him up and down, shook her head and said: "If you don't look at your consumptive ghost-like face, the way you speak, it really seems like that. My name is Gu Xiang."

She had never heard of such a person surnamed Zhou Mingxu in the rivers and lakes. Besides, she met by chance and knew that there was not so much truth, so she didn't take it seriously and didn't care. She stepped forward, patted the young man on the shoulder and said: "I said, everyone is dead, you should probably bury him, is there anyone chasing you?"

The young man still hated her outspoken insult just now, so he snorted softly and glared at her.Right now, he couldn't vent his grief and indignation, and there was such an unreasonable and stinky girl in front of him, so he couldn't help but secretly vent his anger on her, as if she was the one who killed her.

Gu Xiang's pretty brows frowned. Although she is skilled, she is not too old after all, and she is a bit evil. How can she bear the innocent anger of this young man again and again, and she wants to hit him with her palm. Caught off guard, Zhou Zishu grabbed his wrist by the side.

Gu Xiang only felt a cold hand gently sticking to his wrist, but he didn't feel any pain, and he didn't feel that the man had exerted too much strength, but the raised hand couldn't be put down, nor could it be shaken off. Couldn't help but glanced at this yellow, emaciated, consumptive ghost-like man in surprise, and thought: "The master looks at him high, but he has some skills, and he can't see his depth. If you really do it, I'm afraid I can't get it cheap."

She changed her mind, saw the opportunity very quickly, and knowing her own weight, she took her hand back in a kind manner, pursed her lips, looked at Zhou Zishu and said, "I just want to sell you."

Then he turned to the young man and cursed, "Little bastard, you can see clearly, my aunt is just passing by, you are so pitiful and I will help you, don't act like my aunt, I killed your whole family, but if you have a bit of a pee, you should also seek revenge from your enemy Go. Look at your ugly face, besides hugging a dead man to piss, you also bully your aunt and grandma. She has a good temper and tolerates you. It's great!"

This girl is clever, but her words are really bad.

Zhou Zishu had no choice but to say a few words of consolation, but unexpectedly, the young man was stunned for a while when he heard the words, then suddenly turned around, wiped away his tears with all his strength, knelt on the ground, and knocked Gu Xiang twice loudly. He was tall, and whispered in his mouth: "This girl taught me a lesson, I offended you."

He clenched his teeth tightly, and actually stretched the boy's face into a somewhat sharp line. Instead, Gu Xiang was stunned, stepped back half a step, and blinked a pair of big almond-like eyes: "I...I But I didn’t tell you to kowtow to me, you, you should hurry up.”

Zhou Zishu bent down slightly, and gently lifted the young man up, Zhou Zishu said: "Bury this...Brother Li first, anyway, I am entrusted by him, I'll see you off for a ride, and if you don't hurry back, you can just make do with one night here and tell me what's going on."

The young man responded in a low voice, Zhou Zishu helped him find a place behind the deserted temple, and buried the old Yuqiao. Gu Xiang kept watching, and probably felt something at the end, so he ran out and cut a piece of wood to come in , pulled out a dagger from his waist, chipped a simple tombstone in twos and threes, and asked, "What's the name of this man?"

The young man thought for a while, then shook his head, and said: "He only said that his surname is Li, and he rescued us with all his might because of my father's kindness. I called him Uncle Li...but he couldn't even tell his full name. "

Zhou Zishu sighed secretly, people in the Jianghu, don't they just repay kindness with kindness and revenge with vengeance?What does it matter if you don't leave a name?

Gu Xiang lowered his head, and carved the words "Uncle Li, a righteous man" stroke by stroke on the small wooden sign. OK?"

Zhou Zishu took it over and saw that there was still a stroke missing on the word "Bo". He felt a little sad and a little bit ridiculous, so he filled it in with his fingers and inserted it in this extremely simple deserted tomb. superior.

The boy knelt down, knocked his head three times in a row, tried to hold back his tears, then straightened his back and stood up.