MTL - Faraway Wanderers-Chapter 25 White

Wen Kexing's interest in him was obviously greater than that of the hanging evil spirit. When he turned around and saw him go, he would soon catch up. Who knew that the person who was still in front of him seemed to shake out of thin air and disappeared. Wen Kexing paused, his eyes swept away from the vast crowd.

Zhou Zishu was like a drop of water that had penetrated into the sea. Wen Kexing was a little confused, narrowed his eyes, and unwillingly swept around in the direction of his disappearance again, and found that the man was real, and he just disappeared from his eyes.

At that moment, a little emotion in his heart suddenly appeared that was not humane, as if something was out of control, and a little bit of anger grew out of unknown origin.

It turns out that this person can disappear at any time-even if Wen Kexing guessed his identity and guessed his mind, he can still disappear at any time-as long as he wants.

He fell out of the skyroof net of the skylight, the most cunning fish in the world.

Zhou Zishu left Wen Kexing, but went to a silver village.

Dongting and even Jiangnan, the most famous Yinzhuang has a very plain name called "Ping'an Yinzhuang". The business is quite prosperous, but it is not overly noticeable. It has never thought about intervening in other places. As if the host had no big ambitions, he was just settled on the wandering of this grassy long warbler.

Zhou Zishu looked up at Yinzhuang's signboard, pushed in the door, and someone immediately shouted: "A guest officer, please in it-are you against the silver ticket or ..."

Zhou Zishu passed the guy, went directly to the shopkeeper, smiled lowly, and whispered, "I want to ask your Song Da's help to do something. Could you please contact me for a steward."

The shopkeeper froze, raised his head and looked at Zhou Zishu for a while, then cautiously asked, "You?"

Zhou Zishu lowered his voice even lower: "I am the deceased of your seventh master, surnamed Zhou."

As soon as the word "Seven Lords" was output, the shopkeeper's face changed immediately, and he was in awe of reverence. He took a few steps to walk out and asked him to sit down. He also called the shop Xiao Er to have tea, but he stood on the side, respectfully and authentically. : "Please, please, the villain immediately sent a letter to Song Da's head, but I'm afraid that Dad's head is not in Dongting at this moment. Look, can you wait a few days?"

Zhou Zishu nodded and said, "No, you are sitting."

He politely asked the shopkeeper once again, and the shopkeeper's sincerity was afraid to wave his hands and dared not to dare, and then asked: "Master Zhou, do you talk to the master personally, or do you want the villain to do it now?"

Zhou Zishu thought about it and asked, "I don't have anything important, but I don't know if the shopkeeper has heard of the number" Liulijia "?"

The Yinzhuang shopkeeper froze for a moment: "This ... the little man heard something, Yeah said, isn't it the five glazed armors made of the five pieces of broken glazed?"

Zhou Zishu nodded: "Exactly."

The Yinzhuang shopkeeper pondered for a moment, spread out a piece of paper, wrote the three words "liujia", and said, "The villain knows something, but I'm afraid it is not thorough. If Zhou Ye doesn't care about waiting for a few days, the villain will fall. There are also channels to find it for you. "

Zhou Zishu looked at him and saw that the shopkeeper was only thirty or forty years old. He had a savvy face, did not leak water, and spoke fast. He had to think twice before exiting, and it turned out that it was a group of old foxes under the hands of a refined man. He didn't know how much influence the old friend had after leaving the capital for so many years. Now it seems that it is not just as simple as Yinzhuang.

He drank a cup of tea and left. I ca n’t think of the former skylight leader, but also relying on other people to collect news, and even to keep Zhang Chengling ’s little life as a kid, he even wanted a day on that person ’s head—but speaking, Zhou Zishu himself could n’t understand, Zhang Chengling I met Pingshui myself, but what about his life?

It's nothing to do.

But in my life, there are always so many times, there are always so many people and things that make people know that it is not good, but they can't help being nosy. Zhou Zishu thought, is it fate? Otherwise, why is Jiangnan so large that he just met the little thing?

He strolled down the street, wandering around basking in the sun, enjoying the scenery of the Dongting, until the sun was west, he was content to go to a restaurant, called a pot of wine, a few side dishes, I thought this was a really good day. He didn't seem to have had such a good life in his life-either he was exhausted by himself, or he was calculated to make others exhausted.

There was a little girl singing a tune on the piano. People were also water-sounding, and their voices were water-sounding. What a beautiful look, just a song. Everyone upstairs and downstairs applauded. Fang Di found an ingot of silver and put it on her plate. The little girl first scooped her head and pouted and smiled at him, blessed a blessing, and thanked softly, Zhou Zishu's mood was even better.

Suddenly, there was a person sitting on the opposite seat, and the comer took it for granted and said plainly, "I'll let you invite me to drink."

Zhou Zishu's head was tense-this is the creditor's arrival.

Ye Baiyi was not polite. In his opinion, the common practice of eating and drinking was for him to appreciate his glory. Since it was his glory, it should be the sincerity of the other party. Naturally, he was not polite, and he did not care about Zhou Zishu. After going to the shop, he reported a bunch of dish names cracklingly, and said calmly to Zhou Zishu, "You can eat whatever you want, don't be restrained."

Zhou Zishu's eyes looked at him strangely, which one of your eyes could see that I was restrained?

He had some doubts that the ancient monk's descendants had deliberately come to poke himself. Just the things he just ordered, let alone two people, I am afraid that they are just two pigs, enough to feed.

Seeing that he didn't mean to add food, Ye Baiyi suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, you have an injury, and your appetite will certainly not be very good. But I advise you to eat more when you can, and the rest is not too much."

Zhou Zishu's eyes were even more weird. If this thing in the heart was not an ancient monk's descendant, it would really be too much for people to use sandbags all day long.

As it happened, another person walked up to them, uninvitedly pulled over a chair to sit down, looked at the leafy white with a smile, and said, "Axu, how do you say today I didn't say hello, so I disappeared all afternoon. Dare to ... is someone else? "

Zhou Zishu called the little girl's smile to light up the good mood. There was no dregs left immediately, and I thought to myself, should I stand up directly and leave the sentence "I left two freely" to leave. Wen Kexing turned his head, and somehow asked, "Who is he?"

"He is ..." Zhou Zishu was going to say that he was just a friend who met by chance. When he reached the lips, he suddenly felt totally unclear. So he didn't understand what he was doing to explain this to him, and he paused strangely.

Ye Baiyi nodded generously to Wen Kexing and said, "I'm Ye Baiyi."

Wen Kexing turned his head with a smile on his face and smiled, and then heard Ye Baiyi said in a wave: "I know you, you were the one who burned that kid's house that day."

Zhou Zishu's hand holding the wine glass stunned in the air, and the smile on Wen Kexing's face disappeared instantly. He stared at Ye Baiyi with a pair of eyes, just like staring at a dead object, and some kind of indescribable ... sense of deep and cold killing slowly condensed on his body.

Zhou Zishu frowned and frowned.

It happened that the Xiao Er Dian came up, and was shocked by his killing. His hands were shaken, and the plate was about to fall off. In the flashlight, Xiao Er felt that there was a flash of white shadow in front of his eyes. Some of the dishes that almost fell were somehow. It landed steadily on the hand of the white man without even a drop of vegetable soup spilling out.

With Zhou Zishu's eyesight, he couldn't fully understand his movements.

Ye Baiyi is such a master? If he is an ancient monk descendant, the legendary ancient monk of Changming Mountain ...

A bit of cold sweat leaped behind Zhou Zishu, and found that the skylight's estimate of the mysterious ancient monk turned out to be inaccurate.

Wen Kexing's pupils shrank for a moment. Although his face was not shocked, he calmly closed the anger back and looked at the young man in white—he had ... twenty-five or sixty? No, I'm afraid it's just skin tender, and the true age is more than that, or is there about thirty? Not like ...

This man feels just like his name. It's blank. When he sits there and doesn't speak, it's like a dummy. It makes people not feel his emotional fluctuations and it is difficult to use himself. His emotions affect him, like sitting next to each other, but living in two different worlds.

Ye Baiyi didn't seem to notice the fierce reaction of the other two because of his own words, and thought about eating stuffy heads. As the dishes were put up one after another, the expressions of Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing again appeared to a certain degree of distortion-

This ancient monk descendant is simply a peerless rice bucket!

He stuffed things into his mouth very quickly, although it was not rude, but the posture of the wind and the remnant clouds was absolutely like nothing that he had eaten in eight lives. His diarrhea was flying, and his chopsticks passed through like locusts, leaving no room for the enemy Grain, Zhou Zishu, who was not hungry, and Wen Kexing, who was obviously not in the mood to eat, were driven by him, and he couldn't help picking up chopsticks, trying to taste what the restaurant made.

It wasn't until a cup and a mess were on the table that the situation was terrible. When the dishes were empty, Ye Baiyi took down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth contentedly. The corner of his mouth turned into a less obvious arc. He smiled and said to Zhou Zi: " thanks for treatment."

After speaking, there was no other expression, just stood up and left.

Suddenly, Zhou Zishu felt that the ancient monk in Changming Mountain could be a person if he could only afford such a meal!

Wen Kexing suddenly said, "What he said ... I didn't mean ..."

He paused, as if a little confused, wondering why he suddenly said this, his chest seemed a bit stuffy, he quickly raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Zishu, then lowered his eyes, smiled at himself, shook his head, recovered It used to look like: "This is an ancient monk descendant? I look at him like a white-skinned locust."

Zhou Zishu held up the jug and poured a little wine at the bottom of the jug on himself.

Of course, he knew that if Wen Kexing wanted to kill Zhang Chengling, it would be no different from killing an ant. He would definitely not go on fire with a big fanfare, and he would pick someone to go when he was not there. He knew something and went ahead and put a warning.

The question is, how did Ye Baiyi know?

But suddenly he remembered something else ... Zhou Zishu put his hand in his arms, his expression was very exciting, he raised his head and asked, "That ... Is there enough money for you?"

Wen Kexing looked at him face to face.

The author has something to say:

The next chapter gives a shot to Uncle ^ _ ^