Faraway Wanderers

The green trees are thick and dry all the time, and the birds pass through. The rolling hills are like the beauty's back, rolling up and down endlessly.

This is South Xinjiang.

Under a tree that is hundreds of years old, there is a small table, and a teenager from the south of Xinjiang is sitting there doing his homework. He is young, but he is full of strength and has a full He didn't look up for many hours, as if nothing could disturb him.

There was a reclining chair next to the small table. A man closed his eyes and rested on it, but he was dressed in the Central Plains, a wide-sleeve robe, and an open old book on his leg.

There was a little marten under the man's feet, and nobody cared about it, and chased his tail very boringly.

At this time, a southern Xinjiang warrior took a letter in his hand and walked in quickly. Seeing this scene, he could not help lightly and waited in silence.

The man on the deck chair opened his eyes with the sound of the sound. This man was about twenty-six. He had a pair of peach eyes with a little smile. Gu Pan was a peerless and beautiful figure. In his arms, he climbed over his shoulder and swept his chin with his tail.

The samurai handed the letter respectfully, and said, "Qiye, is the letter from Song's steward."

Qiye answered, lazily picking up, and opened some interest indifferently, but only looked halfway, the whole person stood up, his eyes cleared up, and said, "Is he?"

Little Marten just felt that the stationery was dangling in front of his eyes, so he unwittingly stretched out his claws to grab him, was caught by Qiye around his neck, and was lightly thrown to the teenager's desk on one side.

The boy then looked up: "Dad, who is it?"

Qiye didn't answer directly, stood up, took two steps in place, slowly folded the stationery, and said indiscriminately: "Luta, I told you last time. Do you remember the truth that Hejiu must divide? "

Juvenile Luta seemed quite used to his father's need to pull things before he said the key points, and then co-ordinated: "Dad said that it is like a person who has been standing for a long time to sit down, and a long nail on his butt. It ’s the same, it does n’t make much sense, but just because people are alive, they have to toss. ”

Qiye said with a satisfied smile on his face, and said to the southern Xinjiang warrior in the mist in the cloud: "Alai, go to your Dawu for me and ask him if this sentence makes sense."

Samurai Samuel looked at him dumbly and asked, "Ah?"

Qiye just wanted to talk, only to hear a chuckle, and slowly said, "Why are you so busy? Do you want to toss something up?"

The man in black was holding a scepter in his hand. The scepter was also black and unremarkable. When Ai Lai saw it, he hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Big witch."

The big witch said, "Well," and waved his hand: "Go and do your work-Beiyuan, don't bully the kind people all the time."

Qiye passed the folded letter to him, and laughed, "Guess who came to my shop, this is a rare customer."

Da Wu wasn't very interested, but he also took it over and just hummed: "Not the emperor of Daqing ... eh? Is it Zhou Zhuang?"

An unfavorable smile appeared on Qiye's face: "Small poison, shall we go to the Central Plains? An old friend is in trouble. Naturally, shouldn't he insert a knife?"

The big witch looked at his fear of chaos in the world, and said nothing in his mouth, but he felt silently that this man clearly wanted to go to watch the fun and insert his friends by the way.

Zhou Zishu still didn't know the end of his personal friendship. He was worrying about a more realistic thing—such as Ye Baiyi's sudden arrival of food, which caused him not to bring enough food.

After a while with Wen Kexing's big eyes and small eyes, Zhou Zishu understood a truth-if Wen Kexing could be trusted, sows could go up the tree. He only felt that he was very unscrupulous and met these two things, one is a peerless rice bucket and the other is a peerless rice bucket, which is a pair of fetish.

Wen Kexing found that Zhou Zishu's eyes were not good, and he couldn't help but tighten his placket. He whispered, "I laugh and don't sell myself. You mustn't hold me here."

Zhou Zishu asked, "What do you say?"

Wen Kexing: "Since it is your treat, I suggest that you can sell your debts."

Zhou Zishu squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Lao Tzu's mother is not a big girl, do you buy it?"

Wen Kexing's eyes flashed immediately: "Buy, I'm going to sell iron and sell my house to pawnshops and pants!"

Zhou Zishu lowered his voice: "Now you can smash the pot to sell iron and dump your house to pawnshops and trousers. Do you give the meal money first?"

Wen Kexing was silent for a while, and finally said, "Axu, let's run?"

Zhou Zi turned his face to one side silently. Although he had always been rich by relying on the work of robbing the rich and helping the poor, he still had a little conscience. He really felt that eating the overlord meal was detrimental to morals, and ... The shameless face of Kexing definitely can't afford to lose this person.

With this twisted face, he suddenly saw a man coming in at the gate of the restaurant. Zhou Zishu immediately came to his spirits and called: "Girl Gu, it is so coincidental!"

Gu Xiang was walking in, only to see the two of them after hearing the words, she was frightened immediately, and turned to leave, but she was not as quick as Wen Ke, and turned around, Wen Ke Xing was already in front of her, and Wen Yan asked softly "Axiang, what are you running?"

Gu Xiang stunned for a long while before uttering a sentence: "Lord ... Master, slave me ... just went the wrong way."

Wen Kexing patted her on the shoulder, pulled her in, and comforted him, "Well, you can come."

Gu Xiang was full of goosebumps. She only felt that her master was a traitor. She couldn't escape, so she had to follow him step by step. It looked like she was going to the guillotine. Wen Kexing took her to the table for two and asked, "Have you brought any money?"

Gu Xiang immediately took out the whole body of copper coins, broken silver, ingots, gold leaves, silver leaves, and silver tickets. Wen Kexing nodded with satisfaction. The rich man shouted, "Little two, checkout!"

Gu Xiang was so impressed, thinking, no wonder that fortune teller said that she would break the fortunes, Amitabha.

It was about short-handed and soft-mouthed, and Wen Kexing brought Gu Xiang, a follower, and never bombed her again. Zhou Zishu walked in front, pondered for a while, then suddenly turned back and asked directly: "Brother Wen, what did you mean when you burned Zhang's little ghost's house that night?"

Gu Xiang was astonished: "Master, how could you kill and set fire?"

Wen Kexing said solemnly: "I watched the sky at night and found that the little devil would have a **** calamity. We had to attack it with fire before we could pass it and do good every day."

His words only fell. When Zhou Zishu and Gu Xiang looked at him with scorn, they added: "I never leave my first name for good deeds. You don't have to worship like this."

Gu Xiangdao: "Master, can you show me the sky?"

The Wenke Road: "You will have a **** disaster, unless you shut up for a day."

Gu Xiang did not dare to speak.

They returned to the place where the evil spirit was dealt with in the day, and the people were almost dispersed. The evil spirit did not know where he was going. It was said that the martial arts had been abolished, the lute bone was pierced and locked. Just when Cao Weining was looking for them with Zhang Chengling, he greeted him and asked, "Brother Zhou, this little brother said that you are his teacher ..." He suddenly paused, staring at Gu Xiang behind Wen Kexing, Zhang Da He mouthed, speechless.

Gu Xiang blinked for a long time, so Cao Weining just stared at her with a sting.

Zhou Zishu had to make a cough on one side, Cao Weining was awake like a dream, and his face was so red that he said neatly, "Aunt, girl ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be abrupt, but really ..."

Gu Xiang was inexplicable, and thought that the boy had an abnormal brain. I saw Cao Weining stepping back suddenly, mosquito-like said: "The surname, surname Cao, the small print Wei Ning, Tai, Taihang people, Qingfeng sword school 'Wei' generation, Qingfeng sword school leader Mo Huaiyang is my teacher, Master ... "

Gu Xiang looked at him up and down, and asked Wen Ke, "Master, what's wrong with him?"

Before Cao Weining's genealogy had time to end his report, the pure and innocent youth feelings broke down.

Zhou Zishu glanced at Zhang Chengling, thinking something like, said: "Little devil, you and I are here." Zhang Chengling saw that he went away without seeing him, so he was overjoyed, and fartly followed, Wen The passenger patted Cao Weining's shoulder and took Gu Xiang all the way back to the room.

Cao Weining only felt that when Gu Xiang passed by him, there was actually a small scent of incense passing by his side, his mind turned into a paste, and the world did n’t know until they had gone far away. As if returning to God, he said swiftly: "Guanguan 雎 Dove, on the water side, there are beautiful women in the north ... Gentlemen are so good ... There are such beautiful girls in the world, but such ..."

He walked away with a sigh of dementia, and went back intently to hurt Acacia.

After going a long way, Gu Xiang whispered to Wen Kexing: "Master, Lao Meng is here too, tell me and the host to know, the following ..."

Wen Kexing kept his footsteps and his head turned back. The corners of his mouth were bent upwards, but the corners of his eyes were not smiling, and he said gently, "Does Meng use me to tell him what to do?"

"……Yes."

Zhou Zishu silently took Zhang Chengling back to his room, nodded briefly, and said, "Sit down, I have something to ask you."

Zhang Chengling sat on the side squarely: "What does Master ask?"

Zhou Zishu thought about it and asked, "Is that man with a little ghost slap on his face that day, did you ask, have you ever seen a man with one finger missing?"

Zhang Chengling nodded. Zhou Zishu asked again, "Have you ever seen it?"

Zhang Chengling shook his head and asked, "Master, who is he talking about?"

Zhou Zishu lifted Erlang's leg, and forefinger gently tapped his knee, without answering this question—one finger missing, rumored that the ghost Xue Fang was hanged, and because of this, he It was determined that the man in black who was killed in the ruined temple that day by Gu Xiang was by no means a hanged ghost.

But what does that red-happiness mean?

A moment later, he slowed down, and asked in a very positive way: "Little devil, think about it, have you seen anything unusual that night?"

What he said was "that night", of course, the night when the Zhang family died. Zhang Chengling's breathing was quick, Zhou Zishu put his voice more slowly: "Don't worry, think about it, it is very important."

Zhang Chengling was pale, half a moment before shaking his head and crying, "Master, you asked me what was unusual that night, but is there anything unusual that day?"

Zhou Zishu frowned, no longer forced to ask him, only a moment of silence, said: "I teach you a recipe, you go back to your own realization, practice yourself, if you don't understand, you can come and ask me."

Zhang Chengling froze.

Zhou Zishu also said: "It's better not to leave Zhao Daxia recently, don't act alone, don't leave Gaojiazhuang, have you heard?"

Zhang Chengling opened his eyes wide, "Master ... Thank you, Master!"

Zhou Zishu coughed uncomfortably and rebuked: "Less nonsense, remember clearly, I will only say it once, if you ca n’t remember it, forget it, I wo n’t say it again.”