Faraway Wanderers

The handsome young man was not dead. After all, Zhang Chengling had never hurt anyone. Although he was ruthless, he hesitated for a moment, but left a long and deep gash on the opponent, and blood gushed out.

Scorpion looked at Zhang Chengling, smiled strangely, and murmured: "There are only people in this world who have such good luck, good boy, your future is immeasurable."

After he finished speaking, he bent down and looked at the beautiful young man who fell on the ground. The young man twitched and looked at the scorpion, his face showing struggling desire. The scorpion gently pinched his chin, shook his head and said: "It's a pity , the face is ruined."

After finishing speaking, there was a sudden force in his hand, and the boy's neck tilted, showing an unnatural arc, and he was strangled to death.

Scorpion didn't even look at his corpse, nodded to several people, turned around and left with his poisonous scorpions.

Holding a bloody sword in his hand, Zhang Chengling stood alone in the yard, as if trembling all over.

Cao Weining tentatively walked over, took his sword from him, wiped off the blood, glanced at the young man's body on the ground with lingering fear, then patted Zhang Chengling on the shoulder, and said, "This... we were all quite surprised. Yes, I don't think he looks like a good person, and what he said may not be true."

He looked up as if looking for backup, but he saw Gao Xiaolian was stunned, Gu Xiang was thoughtful, and the other two... clearly looked like they knew it all.

Cao Weining remembered the sentence that Zhou Zishu said when Gao Xiaolian told about what happened that day when he asked Wen Kexing, "Everyone who knows the truth is almost dead, and there is only one left, and the winner or loser will be seen."

Win or lose... See you?He couldn't help shivering secretly. It turned out that they had already thought of it at that time, so...

Zhang Chengling raised his head suddenly, and said to Zhou Zishu: "Master, I think of the man who was all wrapped in black and forced to ask my father what he looked like that day. I just... just..."

He turned his head, his eyes fell on the young man's body, his throat moved, but he trembled more violently, he raised his hand, tiptoed slightly, and said, "He is... so tall, with broad shoulders and one foot. ...One foot is not easy to see, but when I was chasing me, I walked in a hurry, and I was a little limping, just like him—that is the person who seriously injured Uncle Li, he...he..."

Gu Xiang let out a small cry of "ah", covered his mouth with one hand, and his already big eyes were about to pop out, as if he had heard the most terrifying thing in the world.

Wen Kexing glanced at her, calmly raised a hand that was not stained with human blood, touched Zhang Chengling's head, nodded, and said lightly: "I see."

He raised his head, his eyes seemed to look far away through the night, and there was a strange smile on his face, like a tired traveler, after traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, he finally got a glimpse of the true face of fate The same, there is a little bit of irony that is not obvious, but more of an indescribable relief and calm.

Gu Xiang slowly put down his hand, and said softly: "Master..."

Wen Kexing raised his hand to stop her, and said: "You are a married girl, the water that was thrown out, this matter has nothing to do with you from now on, tomorrow you should go to Ye Baiyi to find Ye Baiyi, Naturally, I won't owe you the dowry, so I don't want to go back there."

Zhang Chengling wanted to be as strong as possible. He just decided to stand up like a real man, protect those who should be protected, and eradicate what should be eradicated. No matter what he encounters, he will never shrink back, never be afraid, but tears As if he couldn't stop, falling down one after another, he felt useless, and felt like he had turned back into that weak child who couldn't do anything.

The bad guy killed his family, he wants to learn kung fu well, and become stronger, so that he can protect his relatives and friends from being hurt in the future, and he can even kill the bad guy and avenge the dead.

But that is Uncle Zhao...

My father closed his eyes, took Uncle Li's hand, and asked him to promise that the person who entrusted himself to him was that cold night in the ruined temple in the wilderness. Uncle Li grabbed his master again and told him to entrust himself to people.

It was the person who was by my side all the time during those darkest days, the person whose eyes were red in front of the heroes of the world, and who kept saying that he wanted to get justice for him, he was...

The world is too difficult, people's hearts are too deep, and even the closest and most reliable people cannot be trusted. What else can people trust wholeheartedly?

Wen Kexing sighed vaguely, stopped looking at the crowd, turned and went back to the room, but Zhou Zishu paused, and waved to Zhang Chengling: "Little devil, come with me."

Zhang Chengling wiped his eyes vigorously, but soon his vision became blurred again.He knew that Zhou Zishu was the most impatient for him to cry, so he said sobbingly: "Master, Master, I, I didn't want to cry, I just... I just... I'll be fine in a while..."

Zhou Zishu sighed, did not say anything in a rare way, stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms. He was only wearing a rough coat over the inner coat, which was so thin that the body temperature could easily pass through. When the clothes came out, Zhang Chengling buried his whole face in his arms. At that moment, it was as if he was leaning on a mountain that would never collapse.

Generations meet, but intrigues, meet by chance, but can depend on each other.

Cao Weining pulled Gu Xiang up and left silently. Gao Xiaolian also took a deep breath and went back to the room with a lot of thoughts. There were only the master and apprentice left in the yard. The big witch looked at them through the window, unable to bear it. Zhu Zhu asked in a low voice: "Is that... Master Zhou? When did he do this..."

Qi Ye smiled softly, and he didn't know whether to answer him, or he said to himself: "Isn't he always like this, and he was also like this to Liang Jiuxiao back then, although he always looked like a father and a brother without false words?" , In fact, everything was planned for him secretly, but it's a pity that others don't accept his favor."

The big witch turned his head and looked at him, there was no light in the room, most of Qi Ye was in the dark, only the moonlight fell on the small half of his face, he was so beautiful that he was not like ordinary people.Qi Ye said: "If you say that he is a good person with benevolence, righteousness, propriety and wisdom, I'm afraid he won't dare to admit it himself, if you say that he is not a good thing... the things he did that were struck by lightning are not One is out of selfish desire, for his own sake."

He turned around suddenly, grabbed something, pushed open the door and walked out, sighing almost inaudibly.

Qi Ye strode into the courtyard and threw what he was holding into Zhang Chengling's arms. It turned out to be a black iron sword. Zhang Chengling hurriedly took it over and was stunned for a moment. After Zhou Zishu nodded, he slowly pull away.

The sword was extremely wide, twice as wide as Cao Weining's. It didn't see any light, but it had a kind of ancient clumsiness, the halo was dim, and there was a deep killing intent on the blade. A normal sword is two or three times heavier.

There are two words engraved on the sword inscription - "Great Wilderness".

Qi Ye said: "This is sent by my subordinates for me to play with. It looks good, but I'm not good at learning, so it's useless to hold it, and it's not easy to hold. It's too heavy. I'll give it to you."

Zhang Chengling let out an "ah", his eyes were still red, and he was a little at a loss.

Qi Ye said: "The sword should be given to a hero, even if it is a future hero. I have nothing to do. In this life, I will at most be a rich and idle person. Take it and don't let it down in the future."

Zhou Zishu said seriously, "Thank you Qi Ye."

Qi Ye smiled slightly, squinted at him, and said meaningfully: "I have known you for some years, we have fought and fought with you, but you are always playing and joking with others, why don't you?" Just met me, so serious and boring?"

Zhou Zishu was taken aback.

Qi Ye waved his hand, turned around and walked back, said in his mouth: "Zi Shu, I'm not some Nanning king, and you're not Lord Zhou either. With your intelligence, why haven't you figured it out yet?"

Zhou Zishu was silent for a moment, and suddenly a relieved expression appeared on his face, and he laughed loudly at Qi Ye: "It's not that he doesn't dare to make jokes, Qi Ye is so beautiful, I'm afraid that my family's vinegar jar will be overturned."

Qi Ye paused, but he was not angry, he just looked back at him dumbfounded, shook his head helplessly, and went into the house.

Zhou Zishu didn't sleep all night, and taught Zhang Chengling a set of swordsmanship in the yard. The young man watched carefully with swollen eyes, but he was still slow to react. The same move, others might be able to read it once, but he wanted to see it. After several times, asking upside down and making it clear, it was over.

In the end, I took out the pen and paper again, and drew every move Zhou Zishu taught on the paper, with formulas and a bunch of messy notes on the side, wishing I could write every word Zhou Zishu said on it.

Zhou Zishu asked: "What are you doing painting this for? Why don't you go back and practice?"

Zhang Chengling blushed, and said in a low voice: "Master, I haven't practiced what you taught in Islam. I... I know that I am stupid, so I set a rule for myself. I practiced every move ten thousand times before starting again." Practice the next move, and then review it from time to time, getting up early every morning to recite...recite..."

He remembered that Zhou Zishu didn't like him reciting mantras upside down, so he stuck there silent, carefully looked up at Zhou Zishu, and stuck out his tongue.

Zhou Zishu looked at him with complicated eyes—wisdom as foolish, ingenuity as clumsy, unhurried and down-to-earth—Xiezi said that Zhang Chengling was lucky, and he suddenly felt that he was the luckiest person in the world to teach him.

Then he patted him on the shoulder and said: "Go tomorrow, do what you can, don't... I'm sorry for the sword Qiye gave you."

On the second day, Gu Xiang, Cao Weining, Gao Xiaolian and Zhang Chengling set off to find Ye Baiyi on the one hand, but on the other hand, Cao Weining was worried about the Qingfeng Sword Sect. Gao Xiaolian and Zhang Chengling also wanted to find out the truth, so they decided to go secretly Search for the traces of Zhao Jing and others.Presumably Gao Chong is one of the Lords of the Mountains and Rivers, if something happens to him, Ye Baiyi will not stand by and watch, maybe he will meet.

After seeing off the four most noisy ones, Zhou Zishu planned to go back to his room to take a rest. When he opened the door, he saw Wen Kexing waiting for him in the room. Wen Kexing was sitting on the window with one leg dangling outside. One leg curled up, hands crossed on knees, and when he saw him come in, he looked up and smiled.

Then he said, "Ah Xu, I'm leaving too."

Zhou Zishu paused, and asked, "Returning to Fengya Mountain?"

Wen Kexing nodded: "I've been wandering around for a long time, and I've seen all the people and scenery I haven't seen in my life. It's time to go back and finish business. Ah Xu..."

He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know where to start, so he scratched his hair, and finally said: "You...heal your wounds well, but don't allow Hongxing to come out of the wall. I'll go to Changming Mountain to find you later, if……"

Zhou Zishu took out the jug, dangling it in his hand, poured himself a glass of wine, stopped looking at him, but interrupted him and said, "Got it, get out, don't die."

Wen Kexing smiled silently, and said "Take care", the next moment, the figure was no longer there, only the empty window lattice was left, blown by the breeze, as if no one had ever sat there.

Zhou Zishu drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.