Faraway Wanderers

The piano sound was extremely thin, like a spider's silk, as if it came from all directions, with an indescribably treacherous and chilling meaning.

As soon as Gu Xiangfu heard it, she also felt that her inner breath was surging, but she saw the opportunity quickly and immediately forced herself to calm down.

And Wen Kexing, who was lying on the bed and sleeping, got up at some time, and stood quietly by the window, the moonlight shining through the edge of the window shone on his face, and his face seemed to soften a bit , but his eyes stared at a place in the dark without blinking.

His long shadow dragged behind him, motionless. At first glance, his face was expressionless, but there was a hidden smile, like a cold and strange stone statue. Under the night, the danger on his body was undisguised.

Like a ghost without joy or sorrow.

Gu Xiangren was very clever, as soon as he sensed something was wrong, he immediately closed his ears, tried not to listen to the sound outside, sat upright and adjusted his breath, and held onto Yuan Yi, and it took him a while to suppress the nausea.

Wen Kexing ran across the window lattice with his slender fingers, and smiled softly: "I actually invited Meiqu Qin Song... This is a big deal, and I don't know who it is against."

Suddenly, he heard the sound of something passing through the wind, as if the strings of the qin were too dry to make a sound, and could only make a muffled "thumping" sound, or as if someone had played a few An extremely small pebble hit the boundless void.

It is barely audible, but it subtly interrupts the lingering and endless piano sound, like throwing a small stone into the water, and the clear waves ripple instantly, in places that people can't see or catch. Spread out.

The sound of the piano was really stagnant.

Wen Kexing leaned against the window, closed his eyes, and listened carefully, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then, the sound of the zither suddenly sounded again, flooding like a beast, the player who played the qin suddenly made a killing move, and almost at the same time, there was a shrill sound from the next room, which sounded like a flute, but Ordinary flutes would not make such a sound, it was extremely sharp, so sharp that it seemed to tear something apart.

The timing was calculated extremely accurately, and the shrieking of the flute and the vicious sound of the zither came close to each other.

The piano player's strings snapped instantly.

Then all was silent.

Wen Kexing stood there for a while, shook his head and said to himself: "Those who are good at swords will die by swords. The ancients never deceived me."

Gu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead: "Master, you said that Qin...Qin, is he dead?"

Wen Kexing said softly: "Even if he doesn't die, his meridians will be severed, and he will be a useless person from now on. I think it's more comfortable for him to die."

He suddenly stretched out his hand to open the window, and lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "Ah Xiang, things in this world are always so interesting, and there is no reason not to give something for what you want. With a lyre, killing people invisibly is fun and fun, but you have to beware of other people's backlash."

Gu Xiang tilted his head and asked, "When will the backlash come?"

Wen Kexing explained patiently: "When others are better than you."

Gu Xiang nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Why do you want to compete with people who are stronger than you, and bully those who are weaker than you?"

Wen Kexing looked back at her, he was against the moonlight, his whole body seemed to be inlaid with a layer of silver, the expression on his face became more and more unclear, after a long while, he said: "You can not bully anyone, just like me, be a good person .”

Then he stretched out his hand to open the door, and Gu Xiang watched the "good guy" go out in fear.

Zhou Zishu's own situation is not very good either. His flute was boring on the road, and he cut it casually, probably due to his lack of technique, and the sound he played was always inaccurate. Fiddle with it, who would have thought it would come in handy tonight.The flute only blew once, and then a big hole was split. Fortunately, he lured the man to use all his strength, and he was lucky to hit it, otherwise, he really didn't know how it would end.

Zhang Chengling looked like he was fished out of the water. His skill was too shallow. Even if Zhou Zishu plugged his ears in time, he still suffered internal injuries. He had already vomited once, and his face was like gold paper.

Zhou Zishu was worried that he would be sick when he was young, and he didn't care about adjusting his breath, so he put his palm on his back and said in a deep voice, "Concentrate."

Afterwards, he used his internal strength to help him walk for a week, and saw that his complexion had calmed down a little, so he withdrew his palms, but he was already dripping with sweat.

Xin Dao is fortunate that this place is not far from Zhaojiazhuang in Taihu Lake, otherwise I am afraid that I will really disgrace my mission, he has not done anything good in half his life, if it is the first time he thinks about accumulating virtue, he will give up halfway, I am afraid it is not auspicious.

When it comes to big and small things in the Jianghu, no one from the north and the south knows better than the former leader of the skylight. Just now when the piano sounded, he immediately knew who the person outside was.

Legend has it that "Meiqu Qin Song" is an eunuch who loves to dress up as a woman, and wears red and green to show the world that he is a poison. Because of his skill in killing without blood, he really started the business of killing people. Mother's principle, whoever gives the most money will be treated as a dog.

This will be silent, Zhou Zishu knows that he is not dead, if he is in his prime, there is no need to kill such a person, but now he has lost five success powers, only half of his life is left, and he is not sure about himself. Big, but a lot more vicious.

Someone outside the window applauded and said: "I heard the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't afford the love of the hometown-such a star and such a moon, Brother Zhou and the sound of the piano playing the flute, such an elegant thing, it is not possible for a beautiful woman."

It's amazing to talk nonsense to this level.

Zhou Zi reassured that he was already standing outside the window without noticing this person's presence. In his heyday, he still needed to be wary of such a elusive person. As far as he knew, there were a total of three and a half people in Jianghu, and none of them could be offended.

Then he took a deep breath, pushed open the window, pointed to his greenish-yellow face, looked at Wen Kexing with very dull eyes and asked, "Beauty?"

Wen Kexing choked, and although it wasn't terrible, he glanced around at his face, which he didn't bother to let others take a second look, and then turned to look at the moon.

Zhou Zishu raised his legs and sat on the window, and followed his gaze. It was a full moon at night, the moonlight was like water, and the ground was like frost, which seemed very clear.

Zhou Zishu wondered which of the three and a half people this person who called himself Wen Kexing was, and couldn't help thinking about his motives for following him, the more he thought about it, the more confusing he felt.

From this person, he sensed a very subtle, similar taste, so he knew that this person must be worthless, and following him...or, following Zhang Chengling to Taihu Lake must have a plan , After thinking for a while, I didn't have a clue, so I laughed at myself secretly, thinking that this questioning is an old problem.

When he lowered his head, he saw that Wen Kexing was looking at him with great interest, so he said with a smile: "Brother Wen, if you are really curious, why don't you peel off my skin and see how many layers of flesh and bones are inside?"

Wen Kexing raised his eyebrows, and suddenly said: "That's fine."

Before he could finish the word "good", he grabbed Zhou Zishu's face like lightning. Zhou Zishu was prepared, leaned back, bent his waist, and raised one leg to kick Wen Kexing's wrist.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them went back and forth with a dozen or so moves in a row, making people dazzled and overwhelmed.

Zhou Zishu felt that he was stuck on the window, his movements were quite limited, and he was at a disadvantage, so he lowered his head to avoid his palm, and jumped down. However, for him, the night was not easy at all, let alone he had been tossing for most of the night. A nail was so sharp that it hurt him, causing him to freeze.

In just an instant, Wen Kexing's palm had already reached his chest, and the strong wind came, but the moves stopped in vain.

Zhou Zishu looked down at the hand that was almost attached to his chest, but his expression was still calm, and he said with a smile: "Thank you Brother Wen for staying..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, Wen Kexing's hand suddenly touched his face, not even touching it, but slowly rubbed it with his fingers, as if to distinguish whether it was made of human skin or pig skin.

Before Zhou Zishu had time to back away, he saw that Gu Xiang had probably heard the movement, poked his head out of the window, glanced at it, then covered his eyes and retracted his head, shouting: "Ouch, Indecent!"

— Yes, he spoke his mind.

Wen Kexing was very close, and his expression was very serious - his expression had always looked serious, but the moonlight became ambiguous, and he looked really indecent.

Over there, Gu Xiang didn't know how to lower his voice, and muttered to himself: "The eye of the needle needs to grow..."

Zhou Zishu hastily coughed, took a big step back, collected himself, and asked with both laughter and laughter: "Hero Wen, can you see what this face is made of?"

"It's made of flesh." Wen Kexing pondered for a while before reaching such a conclusion.

Zhou Zishu agreed unconditionally.

Wen Kexing stared at his fingers and said, "Strange...strange, it looks like you."

Zhou Zishu said calmly: "No talent, I grew up on my own."

If there is a third person present, one of these two men must be considered a lunatic—except, of course, Gu Xiang.

Wen Kexing seemed to have been hit a bit, so he stared at Zhou Zishu again, got up and left - he didn't go back to his room, but went out.Gu Xiang poked his head out again, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's okay this time, my master probably can't accept the reality, and went to the Goulan Courtyard to find his beauty. He left, everyone can hurry up." Wash up and go to sleep."

Wen Ke didn't know how to wear clothes, he was already far away, but his voice floated lightly like a thread along the wind, and it floated to Gu Xiang's ears accurately.

He said, "Ah Xiang, do you speak human language?"

Gu Xiang said kindly and authentically: "I'm farting."

Then he quickly retracted and closed the window—as if he was in a hurry to swallow this fart for himself.

Only then was Zhou Zishu slightly relieved, and slowly relaxed his body, leaning against the wall, clenching his teeth tightly, without making a sound.

Fortunately, the pain came and went, and after a while, it got better, so he tidied himself up and went back to the house.

This night seems to be very long.

Three days later, Zhou Zishu arrived at Taihu Lake with the young master Zhang Chengling, who had lost a lot of weight in just a few days.

Knocking on Zhao Jing's door, before he could explain why he came, the old housekeeper looked straight at Zhang Chengling, and said in a voiceless voice: "You are...you are Cheng Ling? Are you Cheng Ling?!"

Then he turned around and shouted to the servant inside: "Go and call the master, Master Cheng Ling is here! Master Cheng Ling is still alive!"

Not long after, Zhao Jing from Taihu Lake greeted him personally, and Zhang Chengling knelt on the ground with a "plop". It seemed that the sad news of the Zhang family had spread all over the country. go in.

Zhou Zishu thought that he finally didn't have to worry about someone trolling his ancestors underground - it was really hard work to do good deeds.