MTL - Faraway Wanderers-Chapter 7 Hit the road

Zhou Zishu clicked on the sleeping acupoint of the young man Zhang Chengling, but he was afraid that he couldn't turn in his heart for a moment, so that he calmed down, but didn't use much strength, so after that strange Wenke walked in, it did n’t take long before, Woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked at the roof of the ruined temple for a while, as if his soul was out of touch. Before yesterday, he was still the master of the Zhang family with thousands of people-even though he taught him to read The gentleman shook his head and said that this boy was bad, because the wall of dung was not dirty. Even though the master who taught him martial arts nodded in person, he always felt that he couldn't get on the wall--he still had a happy life.

I opened my hands and opened my mouth. My mother-in-law waited in the room behind me. The book didn't read well, but I did n’t miss the night to add fragrant red sleeves. There was a small owl behind him to flatter all day. Although Zhang Chengling also knew What happened to him did not prevent him from occasionally enjoying the fluttering feeling in such a compliment. This grows to fourteen five in a honeypot.

But overnight, everything was gone.

Home is gone, father and mother are gone, relatives and friends are gone, and his world suddenly turned upside down, but he was at a loss.

Zhou Zishu still had two hands for spanking his teeth, but he wasn't comforting, so he sat silently. Zhang Chengling froze for a while, and two lines of tears ran silently in his eyes.

Just listening to Wen Kexing asked Gu Xiang: "Who is that little thing?"

Gu Xiangdao: "I heard Zhang Yusen's son."

Wen Kexing nodded, his face was very dull, as if the three words Zhang Yusen were a cloud in his heart. After a while, he asked: "The Zhang family heard that they were left with nothing and they had nothing left. Why? Has Yusen's son become this kind of virtue? Is he running away from home without bringing enough silver, or is he lost and can't find home? "

Gu Xiang whispered: "I heard that the Zhang family was secretly calculated the night before, and the door was destroyed. It is estimated that the city is full of wind and rain. The master, you went out last night to get too involved, and you never heard of it."

Wen Kexing thought for a while, and thought it made sense, so he nodded: "No wonder he died."

He then looked at Zhou Zishu again and asked Gu Xiang: "So what does he do?"

Gu Xiangxi laughed: "The man named Hua Zi claimed to be Zhou Su. Yesterday, he received the money from his family and sold him to that boy. He wanted to send him to Taihu."

Wen Kexing opened his eyes slightly and thought seriously for a while, and said to Gu Xiang: "He must be a beauty, and he can't be wrong. Only beauty in the world can be so stupid."

Gu Xiang used to pretend that he hadn't heard, and while Zhou Zishu couldn't figure out the depth of the person, he followed suit.

He glanced down at Zhang Chengling, who was still crying silently. He was a little annoyed, thinking that this bunny wasn't finished yet, so he gently stabbed him with his toes and coughed: "Zhang Little Master, if you are well rested, get up and clean up. This place should not be left for a long time. Maybe there are many chasing troops waiting to cut you off the grass. Zhou is entrusted by someone to send you at least with all arms and legs. To Taihu. "

Zhang Chengling's eyes slowly rolled around, and then he froze again, covering his face with both hands, and gnawing himself into a prawn, weeping. As soon as he cried, Zhou Zishu had a heartache. He said that he would scold him for two words, and he still felt unbearable. When a child coaxed, he wouldn't, and he sat in silence for a while, then suddenly stood Get up and walk outside.

He meant to look at the Buddha image that was photographed by his palm. He always felt that it was necessary to accumulate morality, so he prosecuted the Buddha. It was not very good. He wanted to find a way to put the Buddha back. Who knows Zhang Chengling? He was about to leave, but he rolled, quickly got up and rushed forward, hugged Zhou Zishu's legs, and said urgently: "Uncle Zhou, Uncle Zhou, don't ... don't leave, I ... I……"

He looked so pitifully pitiful. Although he met Zhou Pingshu Pingshui, he had nothing to rely on except for this person. He regarded Zhou Tzushu as a living Buddha.

Zhou Zishu glanced at him expressionlessly and said quietly: "The man has gold under his knee, hasn't your father taught you?"

Zhang Chengling paused for a moment, suddenly blessed his soul, wiped his face hard, and snotted tears on his sleeves and said, "Belief to the heavenly monarch and the righteousness, Zhou Shu is a benefactor, let Chengling worship you as a teacher! "

While Wen Kexing and Gu Xiangjin looked at it with interest, Gu Xiang also whispered: "Well, a kid who was so stupid yesterday, how could he be smart?"

Zhou Zishu had to say, "You get up first."

Zhang Chengling stubbornly said, "Master will not rise if I don't agree! If there is no revenge, why would I be Zhang Chengling ?! Master ..."

Zhou Zishu was too lazy to listen to his rhetoric again, grabbed him by the shoulders, and scratched him like a chicken, and then slammed him from the ground. He laughed at himself and said, "I am a waste man who is about to enter the earth. I live one day and one day. Teach you, I heard that the hero of Zhao Jing in Taihu Lake was your father ’s old friend. I will send you there. No need to ask. Naturally, some people will line up to teach you kung fu to help you get revenge. "

Then he turned and carried his hand in his palms, held the big buddha to his back, walked to the incense case, pushed it hard, and pushed it back to his original position, saying "sin and guilty" in his mouth, hands clasped together, and worshiping indiscriminately. After a couple of glances, I glanced at Zhang Chengling stupefyingly and said, "You can get up and go. Don't you want revenge? You have to find Zhao Daxia as soon as possible, and I will take you out to find something to eat."

Yan Yan stretched out a laziness, smiled at Gu Xiang, ignored Wen Kexing, turned around and walked, regardless of whether Zhang Chengling kept up or not.

Zhang Chengling stood in grievances for a while and found that the man had really left, so he had to chase out in a hurry.

Wen Kexing's fingers were on his chin, and he looked at the backs of the two men with interest for a moment, then stood up with a thigh, and said to Gu Xiang, "Go, go to Taihu and follow them."

Gu Xiang accepted the hippie smile on his face and groaned before he whispered: "Master, according to Zhang Chengling, the evil spirits of Qingzhuling were slaughtered in Zhangjiamen Gate yesterday, and Xue Fang, the hanged ghost, was also there."

Wen Kexing glanced at her lightly and said, "Well, so what?"

Gu Xiang froze, watching Wen Kexing go out, hurried to keep up, and said positively: "The hanged ghost was obviously a counterfeit. I was killed yesterday. The master ... what did you know? "

"Axiang." Wen Kexing glanced at her as if to draw people in.

Gu Xiang immediately lowered his head and whispered, "Yes, the slaves talked a lot."

At that moment, the girl who was not afraid of the day turned pale, and her expression was clearly fear. Wen Kexing gave her a deep look, and then turned his eyes with satisfaction, and continued to move forward, Gu Xiang still silently followed not far behind him.

I only listened to Wen Ke's deeds: "We follow the man named Zhou. I definitely look good. He must be a beauty. Following this path, there will always be his fox tail. Ah Xiang, if you do n’t believe us, we can bet."

So Zhou Zishu must be restless.

Taking Zhang Chengling, it was like bringing an invincible smelly fart, recruiting unknown flies along the way. This night sent a bunch of people who chased after him. He played with the money in his hand and broke the silver, and he regretted it.

He has 50% of his skill left, and he is capable of being able to do what he can, but these people ca n’t help it, but they are nailed to each other, and they have no energy, so they are impatient. Worm, while guarding against the inexplicable master and servant who followed him that day.

If it was only Zhou Zishu himself, it would be easy to get rid of them, but he always has a small burden. Moreover, the gentleman does not know where the sacredness is, but he has some skills. He threw them away several times, but it took less than half a day. Then I saw Wen Kexing's face that made him want to punch him very much.

Zhou Zishu silently dragged out the body of the man in black who was trying to attack, then returned to the room, and sat down in the dark again to adjust his breath. Zhang Chengling was unaware, still sleeping and dreaming. I was very happy to take him in these days, but I don't think this boy has anything to do with the young master's habit. At first, the water did what he did, and the child who cried wow, seemed to be forced to grow suddenly after this incident. Big adult.

Regardless of the extremely slow time to go, never say a word, what Zhou Zishu said was what he said, honestly, but he could n’t change it.

If you ca n’t change it, you ca n’t change it, Zhou Zishu thought to himself, anyway, if he lost him to the Zhao family in Taihu Lake, he would leave. He should plan where to travel, and he planned well. , I will not go to the north. There is still a friend in the southern Xinjiang who has not had time to visit. We must go to Huangquan to say hello to him and ask for a glass of water ...

Suddenly, the boy on the bed sweated sweatily. He almost came out every night. On the surface, it was okay. He devoted himself to thinking about revenge and cheering up, but the memory of that night was always a dream. As the shadow follows, Zhou Zi sighed and pushed him awake.

Zhang Chengling yelled and sat up, staring straight, half a moment before he reacted, turned to Zhou Zishu, and whispered: "Uncle Zhou ... I didn't mean it."

He was a younger man. Although his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, his eyes were still pure and inexplicably pure. Zhou Zishu reminded him of a person buried in his memory.

The one who ... was thinking about going with him.

Could not help but hold back.

Zhang Chengling said carefully: "Uncle Zhou, I didn't wake you up on purpose, I just dreamed about my dad ..." His lips trembled and turned white, "Why ... or should I not sleep?"

Zhou Zishu patted his shoulder, and said softly subconsciously: "It's okay, you can sleep with you, and I'll call you nightmares."

Zhang Chengling gave a low-pitched sound, got back into the quilt, his fingers still subconsciously pulled Zhou Zishu's sleeve.

Zhou Zishu took a meaningful look at the sleeves being pulled, Zhang Chengling smiled wryly, and curled his fingers back.

At this moment, it seemed that someone had plucked the strings a short distance away, and "Cheng" just felt that the sound was like a thunder that blew up in his ears, and all the internal organs trembled. Pain, groaning, desperately covering his chest--

The author has something to say:

My nails were split and it hurt ... Wat is still struggling to type, so touching!