Faraway Wanderers

Zhao Jing from Taihu Lake, known as the Swordsman of Qiushan, is a famous hero of a generation.

Before Zhou Zishu arrived at Taihu Lake, he was still somewhat looking forward to seeing this famous martial artist who had heard of his name and his true face in the future, especially when he heard that the only son of the head of Huashan, the young hero Yu Tianjie, Mu Yunge, the owner of Broken Sword Villa, and Jiang Che, the one-eyed man, were also at Zhao's house.

The identities and backgrounds of these people, Zhou Zishu knew all about them—in order to prevent those who violated the taboo by force, Tianguang had a separate warehouse, and all the life and events of the most famous people in the rivers and lakes in the past 50 years were all included in it.

For example, Zhou Zishu knows that the chivalrous Qiushan swordsman Zhao Jing was expelled from his family when he was young, and thus was impoverished. He did the same thing as that charming voice Qin Song for a reward. He changed his real name to Zhao after he was 27 years old. Respect, took the only daughter of the Feng family in Taihu Lake, made a fortune by nepotism, and secretly hunted down those who knew about his past, so the Zhao family recognized him again.

For example, Yu Tianjie, the most famous young hero at the moment, is said to have had an affair with a girl named Emei, and then he abandoned him in chaos and told the girl to commit suicide in her room with a three-month-old fetus—of course, the girl was in love with her. Deep meaning, never revealed who the adulterer was.

Zhou Zishu knew what kind of face these people were, so he became more interested. Besides, Zhang Chengling couldn't help begging, so he stayed with him at Zhao's house for a night.

No matter what Zhao Jing has done, he really has a heroic demeanor at the moment, and he doesn't look down on Zhou Zishu at all because of his tattered honor. The journey was difficult, so he naturally became suspicious of Zhou Zishu's origin.

On the same day, they arranged for the two to stay. After bathing and changing clothes, drinking and eating, Zhao Jing called Zhang Chengling to the study and listened to him explain what happened in detail.

Zhang Chengling was a child, and he saw his relatives with difficulty, so naturally he had something to say, he didn't know much about many things, but Zhao Jing was terrified when he heard it, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't help asking: "Then... who is that hero Zhou, Do you know the details?"

Zhang Chengling honestly told what happened in the deserted temple that day.

Zhao Jing narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and said a few words of comfort before telling Zhang Chengling to go down to rest.

But after being together for more than ten days, Zhou Zishu also knew Zhang Chengling a little bit. He knew that although he was spoiled and brought up, he was a bit incompetent, but he was also a good boy.It is estimated that being called by that old fox Zhao Jing to speak, a few words can sell himself completely-but he himself may not realize it.

He smiled secretly in his heart—whether it was Zhou Xu or Zhou Zishu, they had been invisible all these years.Or some well-informed and well-connected people vaguely know that there is a group of people called "Skylight", but no one will ever know who the leader of the Skylight is.

Even "Master Zhou", he is just a small military general who is in charge of dispatching the guards in the palace. In the eyes of those big shots, he is a role worthy of flattery but not to be taken seriously.

Sure enough, from the early morning of the second day, Zhou Zishu suddenly became the number one freshly baked sweet pastry in Zhaojiazhuang, Taihu Lake. Before leaving the small courtyard where he lived, there was an endless stream of visitors.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to start a welcoming and sending business——

Oh, Zhao Daxia, I have admired him for a long time, and I am lucky to see my true face for three lifetimes. It is better to see once than to hear a hundred times... Where is my master?Cough, it's just a nobody, nothing to worry about.

Oh, Daxia Qian, I have admired him for a long time, and I am lucky to see my true face for three lifetimes. It is better to see once than to hear a hundred things... Where did you come from?The next beggar, is there anyone who is not born, no, no, no, it's not the beggars' gang, how can you climb up to the beggars' gang?Nobodies...

Oh, Sun Daxia, I have admired him for a long time, and I am lucky to see her true face for three lifetimes. It is better to see once than to hear a hundred times... You should have never heard of it.

Oh, Li Daxia, I have looked up to him for a long time, and I am lucky to see her true face for three years. Seeing is better than seeing... No, no, I have no personal relationship with that Li Daxia. I just draw my sword to help when I see injustice, sect?No, there is no more than a nobody, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning.

In the evening, Zhou Zishu's face was already a little stiff from smiling, and he rubbed it for a long time before he came back. He deeply felt that if he went on like this, he might be in danger of having a stroke, so he planned to leave.

In terms of their obsession with inquiring about other people's private affairs, the heroes of the rivers and lakes are actually very similar to the eight women in the market, wishing to cut their heads off and sneak into the cracks of people's doors, blinking their piercing eyes, insisting on seeing through you as a monster in human skin .

The one who said that I am from the Eight Great Gates School and whoever is my master can say, oh, I have admired him for a long time, and my uncle and respected teacher had a good friendship in the early years, and this is considered a relationship.

Otherwise, it is not my race, and the character of the person needs to be investigated for a long time.

It was night, the moon phase was waning, and it was midnight. Zhou Zishu opened his eyes suddenly, and he had already lay down before it was dark. At this moment, the three-autumn nail started to attack. It was not serious. He had been recuperating for a long time. I don't care much anymore.

He got up, hesitated for a moment, felt that it would be rude to say goodbye without saying goodbye, so he left two notes, one to Zhang Chengling, writing: The green mountains will not change and the green waters will flow forever.After I finished writing, I felt very proud, and found that I was becoming more and more like a man of the world, and then spread out another one, leaving a sentence for Zhao Jing: Thanks for the hospitality, thank you.

Pressed under the teapot, he floated up to the roof lightly.

A little civet cat on the roof was quietly walking along the tiles. It felt a shadow flashing in front of it. It stopped vigilantly and looked around with wide eyes, but it saw everything, so it was quite Tilting his head in confusion, he ran towards the kitchen.

Zhou Zishu left Zhao's Villa quietly, thinking that no one was alarmed, but who knew that in the woods less than a mile outside Zhao's Villa, there was a person who seemed to have expected it, and was already there waiting for him.

When Zhou Zishu saw it, one head turned into two big ones, and Wen Kexing clasped his fists with a smile and said, "Hey, brother Zhou, what a coincidence, it seems that you and I are destined for each other, we have met several times under the moon, it can be said that we have a good understanding. "

Zhou Zishu also smiled, and said, "It's a coincidence, Brother Wen."

My heart said—what a ghost, the God of Plague.

He tilted his head, but he didn't see Gu Xiang, so he asked with a smile, "Why don't you see Miss Gu?"

Wen Kexing said very directly: "That girl is in the way, and her steps are also slow. If she is in the way, I'm afraid I won't be able to see your Excellency, who is elusive...a great man."

The smile on Zhou Zishu's face froze, he stared at Wen Kexing, and after a long while, he said: "If you are a big shot, what about the ancient monk of Changming Mountain, the poison king of Nanhai Guanyin Temple, and the ghost master of Qingzhuling?"

Wen Kexing gave him a meaningful look, and said: "The ancient monks don't care about worldly affairs, they only seek to cultivate immortals. It is said that the poison king has entered the rivers and lakes, and his trace is hard to find. The ghost master has never seen it before. He only knows that it is a thing that hides its head and shows its tail... It’s not a matter of people talking about it.”

Then the two looked at each other with ghostly smiles.

Only then did Zhou Zishu take the lead to look away, and said, "Zhou is just passing by, why are you all staring at me?"

However, Wen Kexing seemed to meet an old friend by chance during the daytime, and said slowly and leisurely: "In this case, the scenery of Taihu Lake is famous far and near, why doesn't Brother Zhou stay at Zhao's house for a longer time, why is he in such a hurry ?”

Zhou Zishu said: "I've seen the scenery of Taihu Lake for a while, so I won't bother you. I'm afraid Zhao Daxia will be in trouble. Zhou is a mere little guy with no great skills, and he has nothing to do with Zhao Daxia. But the favor of two coins is not worth it. Live and die with them."

He paused, and added: "Escorting Young Master Zhang is nothing more than accumulating virtue and doing good deeds. I will be satisfied when I meet the King of Hades in a hundred years and suffer less pain from skin cramps."

"Accumulate virtue and do good deeds." Wen Kexing repeated, nodding in agreement, "That's right, brother Zhou is really a like-minded person with me, and those who have like-mindedness with Wen have always been beauties, so it can be seen..."

As soon as Zhou Zishu heard him say "It can be seen from this", he felt a nerve jump out of his temple, so he wanted to interrupt him. Suddenly, a scream came from a distance in the forest behind Wen Kexing .

The two paused at the same time.

Afterwards, Wen Kexing pointed behind him and asked, "Look, for like-minded people, there is another opportunity to accumulate virtue and do good deeds."

Zhou Zishu hesitated for a moment, but in the end he flew in the direction of the sound, and said helplessly, "Brother Wen, eye disease is a serious matter, and it is right to find a doctor as soon as possible."

Wen Kexing followed closely behind, and Zhou Zishu's lightness kung fu had almost reached the point of stepping on the snow without a trace, but this person kept a distance of about three feet from him as if effortlessly.Ordinary people usually don't speak at this time, in order to avoid losing their true energy, but he answered indifferently: "Yes, brother Zhou is right. If there is a chance, I must visit a few famous doctors and treat them well. I haven't gone yet. As I get older, my eyesight gets worse, and I can't see the flaws on Brother Zhou's face until now, so I feel ashamed and ashamed."

Zhou Zishu very much wanted him to no longer need those "better and worse eyes".

Just think about it, know yourself and don't know your enemy, the reason and self-control of the former leader of the skylight will never do such an unreliable thing.

The two walked very fast, and they entered the depths of the dense forest in the blink of an eye, and then saw a corpse.

The man was actually wearing night clothes, but the mask on his face had been dropped to the side, his eyes were wide open, and his death was very grim.Zhou Zishu found this person very familiar from a distance, so he bent down, looked carefully, and couldn't help frowning: "Isn't this... the Lord Mu Daxia, the owner of Broken Sword Villa?"

During the day, he was still talking nonsense in his room for half an hour. Unexpectedly, he became a night owl like him at night, and unfortunately turned into a dead night owl.

Wen Kexing also came up to him, rubbed his chin with great interest, and asked, "Yue Ye, Ye Xingyi, could it be..."

Zhou Zishu turned his head to listen to his discourse.

Just listen to Wen Kexing's high-level discussion: "Is this Master Mu coming out to pick flowers?"

Zhou Zishu turned his head back expressionlessly, feeling that his concentration was good.

There was no blood on Mu Yunge's body, but his lips were a little blue. Zhou Zishu thought for a while, and gently opened the front of his shirt, only to see a black palm print on the man's chest.