Faraway Wanderers

It's night time.

Winter has passed, and it is the time when it is warm and cold. There is a slight chill in the fresh air of the vegetation, and the chill is particularly obvious near the water.

The newly melted river flowed quietly by. Standing by the river was a man in red with a bloody birthmark the size of a palm on his cheek. It was Sun Ding, the ghost of happiness and mourning.He tilted his head, paying close attention to the movement around him. He stretched out one hand, his fingers were slightly bent, and hung down by his side. Under the moonlight, he could clearly see the luster that was not like skin shining on it.

Suddenly, a few black shadows around him rushed towards him, and Sun Dingfei jumped up and quickly wrestled with the group of people in night clothes.

Among the ten most vicious ghosts in Guigu, the "happy mourning ghost", "hanging ghost" and "impermanence ghost" are the heads. It is also able to win over and suppress people, and has become a force of its own.

Xisanggui Sun Ding's pair of rakshasa palms is not to say that there is no one before or after, at least at present, it is the only one in the Central Plains martial arts. Those who fall within three steps will be killed immediately, and a blood-red palm will be left on the body. Wear it all the way to the back, extremely domineering.

He was suddenly besieged by people in the middle of the night, and he didn't panic, as if he wasn't afraid at all. A pair of poisonous palms flew all over the place, and after a while, the group of little bugs who seemed to him to be overwhelmed fled vulnerable up.Sun Ding didn't chase after him, but bent down, lifted up the clothes of a corpse, and sneered when he saw the ghost face tattooed on the waist of the corpse.

After about half an hour, a person appeared from behind him, walked over, frowned, bent down to look at the ghostly face on the waist of the corpse, and asked, "What's going on?"

Sun Ding put his hands back into his sleeves, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Old Meng, you are late."

——This old Meng was exactly the helper Gu Xiang called to dig the ground when Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing were trapped in the enemy's hole. There is a slight lameness in the left foot, but it is not obvious, and you can only see it if you look closely.His facial features were ordinary, if it wasn't for his serious expression, he would have looked a little kind-hearted, and he was wearing a big apron that pig butchers usually wear on his body - just like what Wen Kexing said, he had changed into a butcher's attire.

Lao Meng took off the mask on the corpse's face, squatted on the ground and thought for a while, then stood up with a sigh, shook his head and said, "It's from Xue Fang."

As soon as he looked up, he saw Sun Ding staring at his big apron with great interest, and explained: "I changed it according to the order of the owner of the valley. Do you have any opinions, Brother Sun?"

Sun Ding sneered, and said, "Valley Master? So a young man who has lost his children and grandchildren, is it worth your haste to curry favor with him like a pug?"

Lao Meng's face remained unchanged, and he just said after listening, "You can say the same in front of him."

Sun Ding seemed to think of something, his eyes twitched, and he snorted coldly. He became smarter and stopped entangled in this topic. He pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "In this case, Lao Meng, why don't you report to the owner of the valley?" , so that he would know how daring Xue Fang was, he went out of the valley without saying anything and broke the rules, and now he is so embarrassed that he even wants to kill me."

Lao Meng frowned and said, "I haven't been able to contact the owner of the valley recently..."

Sun Ding said impatiently, "Where's that girl Zi Sha?"

Lao Meng shook his head again, and only asked: "In your opinion, is Xue Fang also doing it for Liulijia this time?"

When he mentioned the word "Liulijia", Sun Ding's eyes flickered quickly, then he looked away, and he just said: "Xue Fang has a big heart, I advise you... With your valley owner, it's better to be careful, otherwise... hum."

Lao Meng was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Did you kill Shen Shen?"

Sun Ding paused when he heard the words, raised his eyebrows, and asked in a drawn out voice, "Why, are you testing me?"

Lao Meng smiled inexplicably, stretched out a finger to poke his chest, lowered his voice, and said: "Brother Sun, we Ming people don't talk dark words, Liulijia, who doesn't want it? Don't It is said that it is a hanged ghost, even the little devils below are ready to move, even a thing like the long-tongued ghost dares to set up a trap in the crypt, and use his life to plot against the Guzhu... Whoever gets the Liulijia will be the next master of Fengya Mountain , if you don’t want it, why keep staring at that little thing named Zhang?”

Sun Ding choked, and said after a long while: "I wanted the boy surnamed Zhang to identify Xue Fang!"

Lao Meng looked at him and just smiled without making judgments. Sun Ding has always hated Lao Meng's smile, but felt that the way this man smiled was very secretive, just like his crazy master Wen Kexing, and people couldn't see it Knowing what he was thinking, he said impatiently: "Impermanence ghost, what do you mean?"

Lao Meng shook his head and said with a smile: "Well, Brother Sun, you don't have to worry about it. The child surnamed Zhang is now with the owner of the valley. As long as he remembers, he can identify him at any time——Shen Shen is dead. A piece of glazed armor is missing, I think we should catch Xue Fang first, and then make a decision, what do you think?"

Sun Ding narrowed his eyes, looked fiercely at his friendly face for a while, snorted coldly, turned and left.

At this time, in the puppet villa surrounded by thousands of mountains in central Sichuan, the Wen Gu master they talked about was fighting for a quilt with Zhou Zishu.

Spring has already begun, and the middle of Sichuan has warmed up rapidly. The reason for "the cloth quilt has been as cold as iron for many years" is obviously nonsense. Zhou Zishu also specially instructed Zhang Chengling to clean up a room for the dog skin plaster surnamed Wen, but Still can't stop him from getting in at the right time.

And this person kicked his nose and face, from carrying his own luggage at the beginning, to running over with his bare hands more and more brazenly, rubbing the bed and quilt, which is very natural.

A tattered quilt was pulled over by two people, you and I pulled it over, grasping hand stained clothes and falling eighteen kinds of martial arts. Anyone who was close to the body had tried it all. In the end, the two of them almost broke out in sweat. It was too warm to cover with a quilt.

After all, Zhou Zishu wasn't in his prime, after a hundred rounds or so he lost a move, Wen Kexing complacently hugged half of the quilt with one hand, and pressed Zhou Zishu's wrist on the pillow with the other hand, Shrugging his shoulders and showing his small white teeth, he waved to him and said, "Come on, Axu, I'll sleep with you in my arms, so I promise you won't be cold."

Zhou Zishu wanted to kick him down very much, so he looked him up and down, and sneered, "You are neither sweet nor soft, and the whole row of your chest is his mother's ribs, holding you still It's better to hug a bed board."

Wen Kexing immediately stared, grabbed his hand and put it on his chest, saying: "Nonsense! I'm not a row of ribs, if you don't believe me touch it!"

Zhou Zishu raised his foot and kicked his leg, retracted his hand, and shook it in the air as if he had encountered something dirty.Wen Kexing hugged the quilt, looked at him and said in amazement: "Weird things happen every year, and those who are taken advantage of don't care, but you, the one who took advantage of it, are so reserved. Usually this happens..."

Zhou Zishu wasn't going to listen to his nonsense, so he put on his clothes, and decided that if he couldn't be provoked, he could hide, and slept in another room, so that he could squeeze together with Zhang Chengling, and told the kid to sleep on the floor.

Unexpectedly, Wen Kexing's hand holding the quilt suddenly folded a strange arc, and reached his shoulder. Zhou Zishu immediately bent his shoulders and bent his elbows, trying to take him off. Then he suddenly felt a numbness in half of his body, and his whole body went numb. Before the man had time to stand up, he fell down and fell into Wen Kexing's open arms waiting there, a melon seed shell fell on the quilt...he was caught by this thing.

Wen Kexing smiled and whispered in his ear, "Usually, in this kind of situation, it's because of dissatisfaction with desire, that's why you have a guilty conscience. Look, you threw yourself into your arms, didn't you?"

Zhou Zishu was speechless, he really couldn't figure out why some people would put melon seed shells on their bodies even when they were asleep at night, so as to use them as hidden weapons to attack others at any time.

Wen Kexing smiled wickedly, as if seeing what he was thinking, and added: "I actually have walnuts here, do you want to eat them?"

When the word "walnut" was mentioned, Zhou Zishu got goosebumps all over his body, and smiled forcefully, "Why, you still want to sleep with me if you don't let me go?"

While rolling him into the quilt, Wen Kexing rolled his eyes, and with his two hands on his shoulders, he groped along the edge of his underwear, and said cheerfully, "I can't wish for it, I can't wish for it."

Wen Kexing didn't hit hard, and Zhou Zishu's acupoints were flushed away in no time. It was just when Wen Kexing's hand became more and more outrageous—since he left Beijing and entered the rivers and lakes. One after another, he was not in the same mood. Zhou Zishu hadn't really gotten close to anyone before. Wen Kexing teased him lightly, as if a fire had been lit on him. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Zhou Zishu grabbed it. Grabbing his wrist, he gritted his teeth and said: "The owner of the valley is kind, I'm still...respect, thank you, no, Min."

Wen Kexing said with a smile: "Why are you being polite? You are wrong, but it is disrespectful."

Zhou Zishu squeezed out a smile: "I really deserve it."

The two were in a stalemate, when they suddenly heard a scream from Zhang Chengling's room next door, Zhou Zishu frowned, pushed Wen Kexing away, put on his robe as quickly as lightning, got up and ran, Wen Kexing shook his head Sighing, he brought his five fingers close to the tip of his nose, closed his eyes and took a deep breath intoxicated, and then followed out slowly.

Zhang Chengling was just haunted by a nightmare. When Zhou Zishu pushed the door and entered, he found that he was closing his eyes tightly, muttering something in his mouth, sweating profusely from punching, kicking and dancing. Zhou Zishu pushed him like he found out Unable to wake him up, he grabbed his wrist and pushed a thin stream of true energy in. Zhang Chengling trembled all over and shouted: "Don't kill him!"

Then he sat up abruptly, the fear in his eyes slowly dissipated, showing a little bewildered look, looked at Zhou Zishu, and shouted in a daze: "Master..."

Zhou Zishu patted his head, pressed him down without saying a word, pulled the quilt back for him, and said, "Go to sleep." Then he sat on the edge of the bed, leaned against the bedpost, and folded his hands on his chest Close your eyes and meditate, as if you want to accompany him.

Zhang Chengling was silent for a while, then suddenly pulled Zhou Zishu's clothes lightly, and whispered: "Master, I just dreamed...a man wrapped up tightly, holding a knife, put it on my little mother's neck." neck, forcing my father 'where is the thing', is it just..."

Zhou Zishu opened his eyes. At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Wen Kexing also walked in. Hearing this, his expression straightened, and he asked thoughtfully, "What does that man look like, and what are his characteristics?"

Zhang Chengling thought for a while, then shook his head guiltily, and said, "I can't see clearly in my dream..."

Zhou Zishu remembered the words that the ghost of happiness and mourning forced him to ask the young man that day, and asked in his heart, "Did you see that the man has five fingers on his hand, or four?"

Zhang Chengling shook his head again and looked at him with wide eyes. Zhou Zishu sighed, patted his head, and said softly, "Go to sleep..."

The two of them sat and stood in silence until Zhang Chengling's breathing was even and apparently fell asleep, then Zhou Zishu pulled his quilt back, stood up, and went out with Wen Kexing.

Wen Kexing sighed suddenly, stretched out his arms to hug him from behind, put his face on his shoulder, and after a long while, he said in a low voice: "These days, it's like a good dream...how did you wake up so quickly? Woolen cloth?"

[Volume [-] ends up making wedding clothes for others]