Faraway Wanderers

Zhou Zishu frowned and looked at his palm that was shaken away, only to see Ye Baiyi turned around and said coolly: "That's right, you finally drove him to death, are you satisfied?"

Only Wen Kexing had a bit of conscience, bent down and "picked up" Zhang Chengling, put his palm against his back, and a thin ray of true energy shot into his body, and after a long while, he gently "huh" With a sound, he said: "This kid... the meridians are born much wider than ordinary people. Could it be that he is a genius?"

Zhou Zishu said: "That's right, he was injured by the charm sound that time, and I discovered it when I helped him adjust his breath."

He took Zhang Chengling from Wen Kexing's hand. The young man's face was pale, his brows were still tightly wrinkled, his trousers were hanging above his ankles, and he was a bit cramped. It seemed that he had grown taller again in just one and a half months. some.Zhang Chengling was born in the Zhang family, and he is the only son of Zhang Daxia. After so many years, it shouldn't be so bad. When Zhou Zishu helped him heal his wounds that day, he discovered that the foundation of this child's internal energy was very solid, but he didn't use it himself. out.

It's like a young child with a sharp weapon but no power to restrain a chicken.

Seeing this, Ye Baiyi was also very interested, stretched out a hand to pinch Zhang Chengling's body, and said strangely: "There is such a person in the world, who is so stupid in brain but has excellent muscles and bones. God wants to let him Okay, or let him be bad?"

Then he glanced at Zhou Zishu and said, "His meridians are wide and smooth, which is excellent material, but his understanding is too poor, and it is more difficult to find the way than others... Well, you can force him a little more, anyway, for a while You won't die for a while."

Fortunately, Zhang Chengling passed out.

Because of Zhang Chengling, the other three decided to find a place to stay that day and wait for the little ghost to stay overnight before entering the mountain.Zhou Zishu was woken up by the nails on his body on time as usual in the middle of the night. He curled up into a ball, pressed his fingers on his chest, and didn't adjust his internal strength to suppress it. He just lay on the bed with his eyes open, looking at the moonlight coming in from the window. , looking like he was in a daze—felt the nails on his body with his heart.

Compared with before, the attack of Qiqiaosanqiu Nail now is not only painful, but the feeling like someone holding a small knife stirring his chest seems to be lessened, or maybe he has become numb to it, but Gradually, there was a feeling as if something was pressing on his chest, and his breath became no longer smooth, and it seemed to be more and more obvious in the past few days.

Zhou Zishu knew that this was a sign—three years, a little half had already passed.

A long time ago, he always thought that the extra three years were a kind of grace, but now he realized that it was another kind of torture.

Death is not terrible—it is not easy for him to live to this day for more than 20 years. All the methods he used to force Zhang Chengling to learn Kung Fu were the ones he experienced when he was a child, and they were even harsher. Talented, capable of withstanding those rigors unscathed.He has experienced enough things so that he is not afraid of anyone or anything in this world. If he is not afraid of being alive, what is there to be afraid of when he dies?

However, what makes him uncomfortable is that he needs to count the days to die in the past three years.

He has survived so much, with a firm mind, and never had the will to die, but it is ironic that he has to wait for death in this most free, carefree, joyful and wanton day?

Zhou Zishu realized that this was probably another stupid thing he did.

At this time his door was knocked lightly from the outside, Zhou Zishu was taken aback for a moment - Wen Kexing and Ye Baiyi never knocked on the door.He got up from the bed, feeling a dull pain in his chest, and almost made him lie down again. Zhou Zishu unconsciously clenched the bed sheet tightly with one hand, took two deep breaths, and forced his true energy to suppress the suffocating feeling. After going back, he went to open the door with a sullen face.

Zhang Chengling stood outside, hesitatingly raised one hand, as if he wanted to knock again, the door opened, and when he saw Zhou Zishu's expression was not good, he immediately acted as if he had done something terribly wrong. Guilt and pain lowered his head, his mouth buzzed like a mosquito: "Master."

Zhou Zishu frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

The corner of Zhang Chengling's mouth twitched down, showing a look of crying or not, and said: "Master, I just woke up... and I couldn't fall asleep."

Zhou Zishu folded his hands on his chest, leaned against the door frame, and said with a sneer, "So...you mean, let me sing a lullaby to lull you to sleep?"

Zhang Chengling buried his head even lower, and Zhou Zishu was almost worried that his neck would break.It was deep winter at this time, and even in the middle of Sichuan, it was quite cold in the middle of the night. Zhou Zishu suffered from internal injuries and was a little impatient with the cold. He only felt that the wind was blowing on his body, and he was still a little cold, so he picked up the jug and took a big gulp. , and at the same time looked at Zhang Chengling impatiently, and asked: "Can you please hurry up, talk and fart if you have something to say?"

Zhang Chengling whispered: "Master, I dreamed about my father and them again. It's been such a long time. Why do you think I haven't forgotten? Am I particularly worthless?"

Zhou Zishu was startled, for a while, Zhang Chengling thought that he didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he secretly raised his head to look at him, regretting that he ran over so hastily, but found that Zhou Zishu took a step sideways, and gave him a soft nod head, motioning for him to enter the house.

Zhang Chengling followed in as if he had received an amnesty.

Zhou Zishu lit the lamp, but there was no water in the room, so he picked up a glass, took off the jug, poured half a glass of wine, and handed it to Zhang Chengling.Zhang Chengling didn't know how strong the wine was, so he drank it in one gulp, only feeling a small fire burning from his throat all the way into his stomach, his face turned red at that time, and he was so choked that he couldn't speak.

Looking at his stupid look, Zhou Zishu couldn't help but loosen his stern face, and turned his head to chuckle.

This was the first time Zhang Chengling saw him as a "strict teacher", smiling at himself with his own face, he didn't even dare to vent his breath, and looked at him stupidly.

Back then when they met in Jiangnan, he had no one to rely on, only this man who spoke eloquently to others and was silent to himself when he was beside him, so he was like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, knowing that Master is good, and endured I can't stop wanting to get close, but I'm also afraid that I'll be annoying—although the master does seem to be annoying him all the time, slowly, this cautiousness becomes awe, and every time I talk to him, I have to be trembling.

But even so, every time he felt sad, he still couldn't help coming to him—in Zhang Chengling's heart, Master and Father looked different from head to toe, but for some reason, he just felt that they were the same people.

So tall, strong, and... nice to him.

Zhang Chengling then said: "Master, let's follow Senior Ye to find that puppet village and ask about Liulijia. After asking clearly about what happened many years ago, do we know why they wanted to kill my father?"

Zhou Zishu raised his eyebrows, and said lightly, "Then who knows."

Zhang Chengling frowned, thought hard for a while, and said, "Master, do you think someone will kill people for no reason? I thought about it a lot. Is it because my father has done something bad that they want to kill my father?"

Zhou Zishu thought for a while, the question was too big, he stopped asking, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, looked down at the brat, still looking worried and frowning, and picked up his collar , dragged him out of the house, and said: "Since you slept a lot during the day, and now you are too idle to close your eyes, why don't you stupid bird fly first and practice hard. I think I haven't forced you enough, but I can give you the energy to continue. have a bee in one's bonnet."

As he said, he grabbed a handful of small stones from the ground, and flung them at Zhang Chengling unexpectedly. Zhang Chengling couldn't dodge, and hit his forehead. With a sound of "Ouch", the small stones arrived again. He had no choice but to roll and crawl. Open, only to hear his demon master sneer: "There is no such thing as 'dog eat shit' in the kung fu I taught you."

Zhang Chengling didn't have time to think about anything at the moment, so he could only deal with the small stones that were covered in a net like a net that day. He didn't heave a sigh of relief until Zhou Zishu finished beating all the stones. Listen to Zhou Zishu said: "You are Liuyun Jiugongbu? Spiders are better than you! The first few moves are still decent, but the last few moves are what? You are right here, show me from beginning to end Walk again, and break your dog leg by mistake again!"

Zhang Chengling was terrified, like a baby learning to walk, he had to think carefully before raising his legs, he walked more cautiously than the crippled old lady, as if he was afraid of stepping on an ant on the ground.I had to sneak a look at Zhou Zishu from time to time, always worried that he would suddenly attack and really interrupt my dog ​​legs.

Zhou Zishu then sat down, thinking that this little thing is indeed a good-for-nothing, his chest was still stuffy, he couldn't help it for a while, turned his head, and coughed, an ominous tinge of blood appeared on his pale side face, under the moon It seemed a little shocking.

At this time, he only felt warmth behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Wen Kexing standing behind him at some point, wrapping a cloak around him, and quietly sitting beside him. After a while, Wen Kexing Xing asked nonchalantly, "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Zishu said, "Why don't you try it?"

Wen Kexing suddenly tentatively stretched out his hand, and gently lifted his skirt. Zhou Zishu didn't dodge for some reason, but just sat there, dangling the flagon with half of the wine left in his hand.Wen Kexing saw his chest that was as skinny as a finger, and the nail on the top of the chest, his eyes flashed, and suddenly he took a deep breath, and closed his skirt again.

The two sat side by side, but they were relatively speechless at the moment.

After a while, Wen Kexing asked: "I said, I have been so many years, and finally found such a hit-and-miss match, can you not die?"

Zhou Zishu asked back: "Is that what I say?"

Wen Kexing fell silent, sighed suddenly, and looked away, as if he didn't want to see Zhou Zishu again, his eyes were only on Zhang Chengling who was swaying from side to side like a baby learning to walk in the yard, and he picked up a piece of paper from the ground. A pile of stones popped out and hit Zhang Chengling's ass, and then he said: "Little devil, the so-called lightness kung fu, in the final analysis, comes from the word 'quick', you are dawdling there like embroidery, are you practicing light kung fu? Footwork or something It's all fake, maybe the great dancer still has footwork, but you have a good one step, so is it useful to move slowly like this?"

Zhang Chengling looked at the two of them aggrievedly, and found that the two disagreed not only on Qi training, but also on lightness kung fu.

Wen Kexing kept muttering "Hurry up" by the side, chasing after him with small stones. Although Zhou Zishu didn't say a word, he kept his eyes on Zhang Chengling's feet, waiting to see him make mistakes, so he had an excuse break his leg--

This night was extremely thrilling.

Zhang Chengling sighed silently in his heart, and suddenly remembered that his long-cherished wish was not to be a peerless master. If it weren't for the sudden tragedy of the Zhang family, he actually only wanted to open a dim sum shop in the future, support his family, honor his parents, and live in harmony every day. Welcome to send to ah.

He had never dared to say this wish, and now he was almost timid even thinking about it.

In the early morning of the second day, after Ye Baiyi ate eight cages of buns and drank two large bowls of porridge, when Zhou Zishu and the three of them were about to change tables, he announced that he would take them into the mountain today—he had already thought about it. How to break the formation around the puppet village.