Faraway Wanderers

God did n’t give a good face because the world ’s heroes gathered in Dongting. This day was gloomy, as if a rain was pressing in the air, ready to fall at any time, the steaming humidity hit the face, Slightly cold, and the fallen leaves are Xiao Shu.

At this moment, there are always those who sadly hurt the gods, lamenting that I don't know where the old hometown is. For thirty years, it was a big dream.

Gao Chong gave Master Cimu to the chief and placed himself second. Zhou Zi shrank in the crowd, and only heard a young man next to him suddenly sigh and said, "If one day, I will be like him."

Seeing the honor of the first emperor, Xiang Yu, the king of the Western Chu, opened his mouth and said, "It's better to replace him." When Emperor Guangxiu Liu Xiu was young, he had such a silly feeling that "the official wife is like a prince, and marrying a wife like Yin Lihua." There are so many people in this world, who doesn't want to stand out and become a hero of the first generation?

The young man is Hao Shaoguang. Who never looked up at a certain shadow like this and clenched his teeth and said, "If one day, I will be like him"?

I am near the world, killing and killing.

But what about the scenery?

Master Zhou Zishu died prematurely, and Sijizhuang Qunlong had no head, so the burden was so pressed on the shoulder of his elder brother-but how big can the elder brother be? That year was full of calculations, and he was only fifteen.

At 15 years old, the emperor was still reluctant to hide his strength and hide his strength. When the king of Nanning was fifteen, he was still fooling around to understand when he was confused, that is, the southern witch who was called the Central Plains Martial Arts who passed on his god. At the age of 15, he was just a A foreign child who is full of anger and helplessness.

So Liang Jiuxiao seemed to be his sole consolation, dependent on each other.

When did the crack start?

Xu was the first time that Liang Jiuxiao went to Beijing that year. He saw the battle of erosion and praise, saw the intensified robbery, saw brothers and sisters, and saw so many of his master brothers who worshipped Sin, planting evil, marrying evil, and even mourning loyalty—

At this time, Gao Chong had stood up, and he was full of spirits to applaud the ghost valley to the heroes.

Zhou Zishu lowered his eyelids slightly, as if asleep, motionless, Liang Jiuxiao questioned his words, word for word, for many years, he had never forgotten.

"What are you for? Power? Throne? Ronghua rich?"

"If you continue like this, there is no end to it, wake up!"

"Brother, killing lives ..."

Killing lives? Why is it necessary to kill someone? In this world, there is a way to make life worse than death-Zhou Zishu laughed at himself, thinking, Jiu Xiao, we are all wrong.

Just then, a humming noise came from not far away. A sharp voice suddenly interrupted Noble and Zhou Zishu's thoughts. The sound of the man sounded like a child at first glance. Slightly hoarse. There is internal force in the noble voice. If you can interrupt him, you can see that this person's skill is not too shallow.

I only heard him say, "Gao Xia, based on just a few words, it was concluded that these murders were committed by Guigu, I'm afraid it was far-fetched, right?"

Everyone's eyes were attracted to one place. Zhou Zishu narrowed his eyes and looked at him. I saw that the person who spoke was less than three feet in length and was actually a dwarf. He was riding on the shoulder of a big man. The big man looked like a hill. Zhou Zishu In men, they are already considered to be long, and they still have to look up to see the big face. There was a mess on his face, and only a pair of brass-like eyes were exposed outside, but he was quite careful to bear against the dwarf, as if he was worried about his instability, and he gently held it with that big fan-like hand. Gnome ankle.

"Dagong" Feng Xiaofeng and his three-legged can't make a fart?

Given that these two physical characteristics are too obvious, many people already know who they are as soon as they exit. Zhou Zishu's eyes flashed, and he didn't have any bad feelings about Xiaofeng in his heart. It was rumored that he was a righteous master, and he acted on his own likes and dislikes. There was no principle. It's also fierce and moody.

In addition to his whole life with his high mountain slaves, no one's account is bought. In short, it's a thorn.

I only listened to Feng Xiaofeng's stern voice: "Gao Daxia speaks well. It doesn't make sense to say that the ghost valley is treacherous and evil. Naturally, the evil spirits in Qingzhuling are wicked and evil. Ghosts, forgive me, the Green Bamboo Ridge Ghost Valley has been secretly in existence for many years. Ghost Valley has rules, there is no entry, no return, no return, the evil spirits have never been to the world to do a case again. Why is it not a curse to come out at this time? "

Gao Chong pursed his lips. When the heroic face like a Maitreya didn't smile, his eyes were surprisingly strong, and there was an indescribable pressure. He stared at Feng Xiaofeng for a long while, then slowly Di asked, "It turned out to be Feng Brothers, so what should Brother Feng mean?"

Feng Xiaofeng sneered: "Feng doesn't need to be kind to you. You say brothers in your mouth. You must scold the dwarf in your heart. Why is it so hypocritical? I just heard some gossip and gave it to the heroes. Just wake up, just in case you're full, and lard is overwhelmed, what to do ... nothing to do without a door. "

After listening to two sentences, Zhou Zishu knew that the rumors were true. This Feng Xiaofeng wasn't a big deal, maybe he was a personality lover, but he didn't like people. Not only did he not like people, it was a crazy dog.

I heard that someone had cut off his tongue because he said "dwarf" in person-someone called him unceremoniously, and he wanted to turn his face and cut his tongue, and when others said politely, he felt that others were hypocritical and it was too difficult to serve.

Gao Chong frowned slightly, but after all, a generation of chivalrous men, holding their own identity, is unlikely to care about Feng Xiaofeng, a crazy dog, and still politely asked: "I also want to ask what kind of rumors Feng Feng heard ? "

Feng Xiaofeng ’s strange bird-like “桀桀” laughed twice and said coldly, “Noble, why are you pretending to be confused? I do n’t know how Mu Yunge and Yu Tianjie are, but you dare to say Zhang Yusen and Taishan's case has nothing to do with Liulijia? "

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the community changed his face immediately and whispered. Zhou Zishu noticed that Gao Chong seemed to turn his head and looked at Master Tzumu with a dignified expression. Instead, it was a legendary ancient monk disciple. The young man was very indifferent, sitting in front of the sublime, still lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.

Zhang Chengling sat on the other side, relying on Zhao Jing, heard the words to see Zhao Jing secretly, and actually saw that the elder was wrapped in vain on the face after hearing the words "liujia". It means that mixed with resentment and deep thought, he looks a little dazed.

When the boy was near his mouth, he couldn't ask in his throat.

In these few days, he understood a lot of things. From the opinions and eyes of others, Zhang Chengling had read the kind of contempt mercy more than once—yes, his father is Zhang Yusen Zhang Daxia , How can there be such an unharmed son? He even heard that the servants on Zhao's house secretly argued that so many people have fought their lives to keep such a little child. What use is it?

If the text is not complete, can he be expected to avenge Zhang Daxia, or can he be expected to revive the Zhang family?

They just regarded him as a signboard. No matter who it is, when talking about Ghost Valley, after filling in indignation, they must point at him. This is the orphan of the Zhang family. Child, rest assured, we must be for your father and the whole family. Justice.

A useless and poor signboard.

Zhang Chengling couldn't help thinking of the man who had met the water in the ruined temple that day, a man with a thin face and a whispered face. Since that horrible night, he hasn't had a night without nightmares, but no one can say that, who cares ? Even Uncle Zhao said to him, boy, you have to stand up, you can't be afraid of those seductive ghosts, the big guys are on your side, and one day you can avenge the Zhang family. However, no one held his shoulders again, and said softly, "It doesn't bother you, you slept with you, and I called you when you had a nightmare."

The scene was in chaos. Feng Xiaofeng had a sneer and asked Gao Chong to give an account of the "glazed armor" rumored by the rivers and lakes. Zhang Chengling lowered his head and pressed his own temple. Suddenly, a dark wind came, and a small paper ball hit the back of his hand accurately. Zhang Chengling stunned, and no one noticed him at the moment. Mission picked up.

There was only one small line written on it: if you want the truth, follow me.

Zhang Chengling looked up, and saw a man in a dark shirt in the crowd, staring at him without blinking, with an indescribable malicious smirk in his mouth, as if he was afraid to come Again, looked at him scornfully and viciously.

So for a moment, Zhang Chengling didn't know whether it was because of impulse or anger, so he clinched the note, leaving no one silently while chaos, and followed the man through the crowd.

No one noticed him except Zhou Zishu.

Zhou Zishu kept splitting his heart and stared at Zhang Chengling. His eyesight was very good. When he saw someone playing a note in Zhang Chengling's hands, he became alert and saw that this little thing had gone alone without knowing how to do it. These heroes frowned, and frowned, and followed them secretly.

The man seemed to hang him deliberately, Zhang Chengling chased after him and disappeared, but after a while, there was always a small stone hitting him from various tricky angles, the look on his shirt The man appeared again, as if he was laughing at his poor kung fu intentionally, walking around like cats and mice.

Zhang Chengling gritted his teeth, but he didn't realize that he chased all the way. He was not qualified. He had never used any power. After he came to Zhaojiazhuang, everyone was planning how to do justice. No one thought of guiding him to do some work. I was in a hurry, I was out of breath, my eyes were dark for a while, and I could almost hear the pulse of "burst" near my temple.

This young boy who was born and raised from Xiaojiao has never been so angry at himself, only to hear someone sneer: "This is Zhang Yusen's cub? It's a waste."

The boy thought to himself, "Yes, Zhang Chengling, you are a waste. Why did Uncle Li rescue you in the first place?"

How is it you?

Then the man who led him out stopped in front of him, his iron jaw-like palm lifted his chin, the vicious eyes fell on Zhang Chengling's face, and the teenager's blood temperature began to recede. Then he realized that he had reached an uninhabited place. The place.

A few shadows fell from behind the man, all in the same dark clothes that were unremarkable, and surrounded Zhang Chengling.

Just listening to the people who led him chuckled, let Zhang Chengling open, and said loudly: "That buddy who is hiding his head, you are just for such a small thing, how can you motivate the teacher?"

As soon as the words fell, a crimson man came out with a blood-red slap-shaped birthmark on his face, making the facial features look intimidating.

Zhang Chengling's legs began to tremble, and he raised his chin as much as possible, pretending to look fearless, and looked at the man in red.

The man in red suddenly laughed lowly, his voice was dry and husky as if the rusty iron pieces were scraped together. He heard goose bumps in his ears, and then he came to Zhang Chengling and pinched his neck. The man's fingers were cold like dead people. At that moment, Zhang Chengling even felt that the man in front of him was a zombie.

Then the man asked softly: "I asked you, in Zhangjiazhuang that night, have you ever seen a man with one finger missing?"

Zhang Chengling opened his eyes and looked at him, shaking his head laboriously.

The man narrowed his eyes and made his voice softer: "No? Good boy, think again, yes, no?"

The softer his voice, the greater the strength of his hands. Zhang Chengling was a little choked, worked hard, his face was flushed, his arms and legs struck the man in red without any rules, and cursed in a mute voice. "I have your grandpa!"

The man in red seemed to be unaware, with a ghostly smile on his face: "Yes ... or not?"

Zhang Chengling just felt the pain of his chest being blown open. He understood that the man wanted him to say yes, but at a critical moment, the young master ’s donkey had a bad temper, opened his mouth, and spit in his mouth. On the face of the man in red, at that moment, the hand around his neck suddenly became a pair of pliers. Zhang Chengling has no energy to fight.

The man asked softly, "I'll ask you again, yes, or no?"

Zhang Chengling's consciousness gradually blurred, he thought, he was going to die ...

Suddenly, just listening to the man snoring, the hands around his neck suddenly loosened, and the air suddenly poured into Zhang Chengling's chest. He took a few steps back, and fluttered, sitting on the ground, tearing his heart. Lung coughing.

The man in red stepped back a few steps, staring awkwardly at a pebble that had almost discounted his wrist: "Who?"