Faraway Wanderers

Walking on the horse road, Luoyang River, Lanyuan is not empty, and pedestrians are getting old.Legend has it that there are infinite Yanzhao girls, on the golden ladder, blowing the sheng in harmony, the wind blows from the east of Luoyang, and the fragrance passes through the west of Luoyang.

The sound of the cuckoo stopped, and some people got drunk with wine.

In the east, the bustling city is old, and there are a few skinny horses on the official road, walking leisurely.

The two men are tall and tall, but one of them has a faintly sick face on his face. There is a flagon hanging on his waist, and he is not in a hurry to drink. After taking a sip for a while, I swallowed slowly just now, I don't know what I was thinking.A boy with a thick head and a thick head followed behind them.

It was Zhou Zishu and his party who came out from Sichuan.

Wen Kexing watched from the side, and found that this person took one mouthful after another, such a big pot, it didn't take long for him to see the bottom, and he couldn't help reaching out his hand to catch him when he was putting it into his mouth again. Forearm, said: "Drunkard, is it almost there?"

Zhou Zishu glanced at him sideways, changed the jug with another hand, and said, "It's so wide, are you my wife?"

Wen Kexing reached out to snatch his flagon, and said seriously: "You even have a close relationship, so it's possible that you want to abandon me all the time?"

Zhou Zishu laughed while seeing the tricks, "I'm afraid you will become a widow."

Wen Kexing didn't care whether Zhang Chengling was still present, and continued to say shamelessly: "It's okay, anyway, it's not useful to see it now, and I'm also a widow with my eyes open every night."

Zhou Zishu slipped his hand, and the flagon was taken away by Wen Kexing.

Zhang Chengling bowed his head behind the two of them, almost wanting to dive into the cracks in the ground.

Wen Kexing took his jug, took a big sip, squinted at Zhou Zishu with a smile, and said, "The wine is not good, but the taste...is really good, not bad."

Zhou Zishu stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly urged the horse to come closer, put it close to his ear, and said, "Madam, is this lonely sleepless and dissatisfied with desires? My husband has really treated you badly. Wash it up tonight and wait for me. I must call you..."

Wen Kexing was dreaming when he heard it, his hand was empty, and the jug was snatched back.

Zhou Zishu imitated him and gave him a sideways glance, the corners of his eyes were slightly narrow and long, but when his eyes drifted over, there was no trace of charm, but some indescribable narrowness and agility, he triumphantly raised the jug towards Wen Kexing A few swipes, then a contented gulp.

However, he suddenly felt a small, hard object slipping into his mouth. Zhou Zishu was taken aback, and spat out the object. He almost jumped up from the horse's back at that moment—it turned out to be a small piece of walnut kernel!

Zhou Zishu was disgusted, as if what spit out of his mouth was not a small piece of walnut, but a piece of human brain, glaring at Wen Kexing and said: "You bastard!"

Wen Kexing hurriedly cupped his hands and said modestly: "Where is it, let's make a deal!"

With a pale face, Zhou Zishu pointed at him and said, "You..." I felt my stomach churn, no matter how I thought about it, I felt disgusted, but I couldn't help it, and I insisted on thinking about it.

Wen Kexing came over slowly and took his hand, and even stuck out his tongue, rolled it on the palm of his hand, and rolled away the small walnut kernel, chewed it with relish a few times, and said with a smile: "Mr. How can you be a picky eater when you're such an adult? It's really outrageous."

Zhou Zishu silently turned his face away without looking at him. After a while, he said quietly, "I want to divorce my wife..."

Wen Kexing laughed out loud.

Zhang Chengling looked at these two old and unscrupulous people with a bright red and emerald green face. It took a long time to muster up the courage, slowly rubbed up, and stammered: "Master, master, we, why are we going to Luoyang?" , Luoyang?"

Zhou Zishu's nausea hadn't been suppressed yet, he glanced at Zhang Chengling with a pale face, and said impatiently, "Go and see who wants your life."

Zhang Chengling looked at him ignorantly, opened his mouth, and said, "Huh?"

Wen Kexing held the reins loosely with one hand, raised the other hand and rubbed his chin, and asked, "At that time, there were two groups of people who hired two groups of scorpions to kill this little brat. ..."

Zhou Zishu interrupted him and said: "The happy and mourning ghost in red probably didn't want to kill him. If he wanted to do it, he would have done it long ago. If he wouldn't spend so long with him."

Wen Kexing turned his head, looked at him thoughtfully, and said, "So you want to find the people behind those poisonous scorpion soldiers? Is it possible...you came to find those scorpions? Is it possible?" If it’s not the nest of poisonous scorpions, then it’s in Luoyang?”

Zhang Chengling looked at Wen Kexing adoringly, and felt that this senior was too clever to learn from one another and draw inferences from one another. Zhou Zishu snorted coldly: "You talk so much nonsense, just to show that you are better than that brat. ?”

Wen Kexing was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, completely ignoring it, and just asked, "Could it be possible that you actually know where the poisonous scorpion's nest is?"

Zhou Zishu subconsciously wanted to take another sip of wine, remembering what the bastard surnamed Wen put in the jug, brought it to his mouth, and had to put it down again. He hated others to spoil the wine most in his life, so he glared at Wen Ke After taking a look, he said coldly: "Just because you don't know doesn't mean I don't know either."

Wen Kexing hurriedly coaxed: "That is, that is, Mr. Zhou is really wise and powerful, how can ordinary people like us be able to stand up to him?"

Zhou Zishu only felt that he was glib, talking nonsense and getting into the car, and wanted to beat him up very much, but after thinking about it, he felt that he might not be able to beat him, so the hero turned his head away and ignored him.

The three of them walked all the way to Luoyang City. In a restaurant, after eating, drinking and resting, Zhou Zishu called Zhang Chengling to the room.

Zhang Chengling didn't know why at first, so he ran over happily, but Zhou Zishu didn't say anything, and slapped him on the shoulder. Zhang Chengling immediately knew that this was the master's exam anytime and anywhere. Open, and slipped under his arm wretchedly.

Zhou Zishu frowned, and found that this kid had a talent. No matter how chic and beautiful moves were in his hands, he would turn into a mess like a donkey rolling, but if he was wrong, his moves made no one wrong.He sat still, and then he palmed Zhang Chengling inside.

Zhang Chengling uttered "Oops" and fell flat with a "plop", his spine rubbed against the ground, wriggled a few times on the ground like a loach, jumped up again after rolling and crawling, stepped on the small table with a loud noise, and hid After Zhou Zishu's third palm, he jumped up in all directions like a giant toad, landed on all four feet at the same time, turned over and couldn't stand still, sat on the ground with his buttocks again, moved his legs backwards a few steps, avoided Zhou Zishu's series of sweeping kicks can be said to be smooth and smooth.

Zhou Zishu's nose was almost crooked, he pointed at him and said, "How much favor does the store give you to make you clean the floor so hard?"

Zhang Chengling stood up embarrassingly, rubbed his nose with his sleeve, looked at Zhou Zishu shyly, and said in a low voice: "Wen, senior Wen said... any move that can save lives is good, and you can't press the move when you do it. Come on, if you forget, you can adapt yourself in a hurry..."

Zhou Zishu said angrily: "Wen Kexing, get the hell out of here. You are crooked yourself, and you are going to mislead your children, so that you can teach others to be as crooked as you?"

Wen Kexing was leaning against the door frame at this time, standing watching the excitement, and got a pack of walnuts in his hand from nowhere, his mouth was full of walnut kernels, and his speech was still vague. Covering his face halfway with his sleeves, he looked at Zhou Zishu with resentment, and said tremblingly, "Sir, you...do you despise being a wife?"

Zhang Chengling looked at Senior Wen sympathetically, and felt that although he didn't go to the hall, he could go to the kitchen anyway. It's really pitiful to be rejected by the master.

Zhou Zishu didn't want to talk to the two of them any more, so he said to Zhang Chengling, "Stay in the restaurant for a few days first, and wait for me here. I'll go explore the territory of the poisonous scorpion."

Zhang Chengling opened his mouth and said, "Master, I will go with you!"

Zhou Zishu said: "To hold back?"

Zhang Chengling pursed his lips, his expression was full of reluctance, and he whispered: "Master..."

Zhou Zishu kicked him on the thigh, and said, "Do you still want someone to breastfeed you? Get out, wait for me to come back, if your kung fu still develops like this, I will break your dog legs."

Zhang Chengling was driven away in grief, counting his fingers, he couldn't count how many dog ​​legs he would be interrupted a day, wishing he could become a centipede.

Seeing him walking outside, Wen Kexing was about to pounce on him, saying, "I'll be with you..."

Zhou Zishu immediately hid back, put his finger on his chest, looked at the bag of walnuts in his hand with disgust, and regarded Wen Kexing and walnuts as five poisons and four evils.

Wen Kexing smiled flatteringly, stuffed the small paper packets containing walnuts into his bosom, rubbed his hands vigorously, and followed him staggeringly.

Wen Kexing followed Zhou Zishu all the way to the outskirts of Luoyang, turned into a small alley, passed a clump of lush plants, and reached a street. Wen Kexing looked up and felt that this place was very familiar—the lights were ambiguous, the flowers The wine is fragrant, and it is clearly a place for fireworks.

His complexion became strange, and he pointed to the singing girl holding the piano in the small building and asked: "The lair of the poisonous scorpion... is, is it in this kind of place?"

Zhou Zishu glanced at him, and teased, "Okay, don't be prudish, as if Guzhu Wen is a spotless water lotus."

He raised his foot to leave, but Wen Kexing hurriedly grabbed him, and said in a low voice, "Isn't that... all of them have families, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Zishu pinched his chin, and Wen Kexing looked at him affectionately. Zhou Zishu shivered and commented: "Miss Wen, you are so disgusting."

Then let go of him, and weaved between the pleasure-seekers.

Wen Kexing muttered: "Okay, you dare to steal it in front of me, and treat me as dead, so you know what the Lion's Roar is."

He took a deep breath to build up his feelings, and then he was about to yell, but in the end he was discouraged again, shook his head, had to raise his heels, and comforted himself, "Three obediences and four virtues, three obedience and four virtues, alas!"

Zhou Zishu, a master of art, was so bold that he jumped up in full view of everyone. The drunk-eyed fat man in front of him felt as if a gust of wind had blown past him. He woke up a little, and when he looked up, he didn't even see a single person. , Wen Kexing followed closely, and the two of them lightly touched the tiles on the opera towers under their feet, and flew past without stopping.

Afterwards, Zhou Zishu turned around and drew a beautiful arc in the air, falling into a small backyard.Wen Kexing looked around, and he could still hear the voices of red men and women pushing cups and changing glasses in his ears, he thought with interest: "If poisonous scorpions live in this kind of place, they must always want to be dissatisfied. "

Zhou Zishu walked along the base of the wall, listened intently under each room, carefully distinguishing, Wen Kexing was amazed, only thought that he could have such an upright face when listening to the base of the wall, this person is really amazing.

Then Zhou Zishu stopped behind a room, gestured to Wen Kexing "this is here", and then stopped there without moving.

Wen Kexing listened intently, and immediately understood the mystery here—he knew that what Zhou Zishu was listening to was not human voices, but the "creaking" of the bed board inside.

So she leaned over and pressed him tightly on purpose, and listened to the earth-shattering sound of the girl yelling at the bed together.