Faraway Wanderers

Ye Baiyi frowned slightly. His face was more fake than Zhou Zishu. It seemed to have been stiff for a long time. No matter how slight the expression was, it looked laborious and weird. He asked, "Yes. You? Who are you? "

Wen Kexing sneered and asked, "You don't have to report to your family first, but ask me who is it? Did the ancient monk teach his disciples this way?"

With the help of Wen Kexing, Zhou Zishu stood up easily. He coughed a few times, only felt that his throat was hot. He turned his face and spit out blood.

Seeing the corner of Wen Kexing's eyes, his face froze and Shen cursed: "Zhou Su, are you stupid? You don't know who he is, so you have to stand like a door and let him touch it casually?"

I haven't touched it yet-he glanced at Ye Baiyi while standing and swallowed the sentence again.

Zhou Zishu's entire body was disturbed by Ye Baiyi. He was busy suppressing his anger. How could I listen to Wen Ke's nonsense to facilitate his busy schedule? He rolled his eyes half-deadly.

Ye Baiyi asked again, "Your kung fu is not weak. Who is his disciple? What is the relationship with this boy?"

Only then did Wen Kexing feel the strange place in his tone. Ye Baiyi spoke slowly, jumping out word by word, like an old man, with his face and expression. , And feel a bit weird.

Wen Kexing was not a person who didn't know the depth, but was just impulsive, and now there was some doubt in his heart.

Before he could answer, Zhou Zishu raised his sleeve, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked softly, "What does the ancient monk senior mean?"

Ye Baiyi said calmly: "Look at your injuries and save them." He paused and said, "When did I say I was an ancient monk? Don't be smart."

Wen Kexing knew that Zhou Zishu had internal injuries, so he was not surprised, but he stumbled when he heard the second sentence-Zhou Zishu guessed that he was an ancient monk. Although Ye Baiyi denied it, he mentioned that "an ancient monk "Two words, without the slightest respect, look like a generation of people.

Wen Kexing couldn't help but sweep up and down Ye Baiyi's wrinkle-free face, thinking to himself, what a freak this old thing is?

Ye Baiyi said to Zhou Zi: "The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked. I know that the surname Qin cannot teach a good person to be an apprentice, but if you do n’t know the details of this person, I still advise you to deal with him less, he Less like a good thing than you. "

Wen Kexing felt that this food was almost a crime with himself. When he saw him, he felt panicked, and then he blurted out, "I don't know the details? Old man, haven't you heard of what is called Baishouxinxin and dumping like that?" Just rely on the old and sell the old. You control the world, but also the **** and fart? "

Ye Baiyi was not a good-natured man, and he scolded, "The boy is looking for death." He patted it with one palm.

Zhou Zishu consciously felt that his internal interest was disordered at the moment, and it was not suitable for them to mix in the street fights that disregarded the old and the young, so he took a few steps backwards, flew on the wall, sat cross-legged, and adjusted his breath. Watching these two people while you come and go.

When everyone was in the dark for Guigu and Liulijia people, no one knew that in this alley, there was a brawl between two masters that never happened in a century. Ye Baiyi denied that he was an ancient monk, and Zhou Zishu could not figure out who he was. He only felt that his martial arts skills were so rare in his life that it was really the ancient monk himself.

And Wen Kexing could not reveal his defeat. Zhou Zishu took a closer look and found that his martial arts approach is not the same as the sacred hand Wen Ruyu-no, it should be said that even though Wen Ruyu was once a famous place in the world, but he and he The son is by no means comparable.

The three tricks that Wen Kexing taught to the young man Zhang Chengling that day were all swordsmanship from Wen Ruyu, giving people a sense of peace and fairness, with a sense of frankness.

But at the moment, Zhou Zishu only felt that this man was very fierce in one move and one style. He couldn't see what kind of skill, which was unheard of and unseen before. The tricky place was a bit like Gu Xiang, but he was better than Gu. Xiang should be too clever. Anyway, it is by no means inherited from any of his grandparents ... Zhou Zishu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint guess began to start in his heart.

At the same time, he laughed a little. He couldn't tell the history of the rivers and lakes. There were not a lot of them, but they all got together this evening.

At this time, Zhou Zishu suddenly felt that a drop of water fell from the sky, and the wind seemed to be cooler. After a few drops of rain fell, the rain suddenly became dense, and a night rain came so silently.

Zhou Zishu wrapped his robes tighter, straightened up the two long legs that were coiled up, hung from the wall, and raised his voice to the two people who were huddled together: "I said Senior Ye, Brother Wen, this It's raining, it's strangely cold, shall we almost be scattered? "

——That tone is not like watching a trick of two top masters, it is like watching a monkey show.

Ye Baiyi snorted, pulling his body backwards three feet away, and when he landed, he slightly trimmed his messy placket. His sleeves that had drifted out of the dust were torn by Wen Kexing-Zhou Zishu Jue Wen The passenger bank has fallen short of this particular love of tearing the sleeves of other people because it is not a hobby for outsiders.

Wen Kexing was even more embarrassed. He covered his chest and stepped back, only to feel that the five internal organs seemed to be shaken, and he spit out a blood spit before he was swept by the wind in the palm of his hand. Brother Rib is still healthy.

Ye Baiyi glanced at Wen Kexing silently and said, "You are already at the end of the crossbow. If you just keep on, within ten moves, I will definitely take your life."

Wen Kexing stood with his bow slightly on his shoulders, and looked at Ye Baiyi coldly.

Zhou Zishu had to sigh and said, "Senior Ye, as a senior man, why do you want to kill the juniors?"-Hurry back to your old mountain forest to plant flowers and birds, why bother to run away all the way Dongting, when is this **** stick?

Who knows, this sentence seems to remind Wen Kexing, this person remembers to eat and remember to continue to talk lowly: "You old thing is a yellow flower tomorrow, if you can live to that time, within ten years, I Will definitely take your life. "

Ye Baiyi seemed to have heard a big joke, and when he heard it, he laughed. His stone-faced bodhisattva face still had a thrilling smile. Zhou Zishu was so worried that the stiff facial features He was cut off by his too violent expression.

I only listened to Ye Baiyi and said, "Take my life? Okay, okay-fifty years, nobody has dared to say such a thing to me, and I will wait for you to take my life."

When he was about to leave, he seemed to think of something, and looked back at Zhou Zishu thoughtfully, and remained silent for a long while, saying, "I can't help you with your injury."

Zhou Zishu didn't move, and his heart was a little funny. Feeling that the tone of this white robe speaks too much of himself, he said, "Seniors are not necessarily omnipotent. No one expects you to have a way."

Ye Baiyi shook his head and said, "Your meridian is dead, just like the old tree is rotten in the roots, it is to remove the poison on your body, and it will not help, but because there is no resistance, the internal force will wither. It ’s time to go to see King Yan after breaking the pulse. "

Wen Kexing was shocked, and turned his head to look at Zhou Zishu in disbelief-the man was still sitting on the wall hanging his legs, very relaxed, thin rain hit him, and his black hair was wet. Like a gloomy dim light, if he hadn't seen his shot in the crypt that day, it would hardly be seen, this is a wounded person.

Zhou Zishu Lang laughed and said, "Will I be sure to die?"

Ye Baiyi nodded frankly.

Zhou Zishu looked at him, and suddenly felt that this white robe was probably living in the mountain for too long. In addition to the rice bucket, he was a bit lacking in mind and sighed, "Senior, why are you scolding a bald donkey as a monk? I haven't offended you again, so don't tell me to know this again and again. It's not good news. "

Ye Baiyi looked at him silently for a while, then suddenly said nothing and turned away.

Zhou Zishu had originally suspected that he had asked him to come out for something else, but this meant that most of the old confused had forgotten the incident after a fight. Without going to remind him, he jumped off the wall.

Seeing that Wen Kexing still looked at him with an unclear way, he greeted him, "What are you still doing silly? Are you injured or ..."

The rest of his words disappeared, because Wen Kexing suddenly came over, approached him, and touched his face with his cold hands.

The rain slipped from Wen Kexing's face, and there was nothing but the sound of gurgling water. He was expressionless, his messy hair clung to his pale face, and the eyes were black, which made Zhou Zishu think of the way he casually glanced from the restaurant when he first met him.

I only listened to Wen Kexing: "When I was young, my mother forced me to study, and my father forced me to study martial arts. In the village where we lived, all the children were sneaking chickens out of the trees and climbing trees. Only me was in the yard Reading and practicing swords, I had to go out to relax when it was dark, and every time I just joined the game cheerfully, the father and mother of other children called them to go back for dinner. "

Zhou Zishu felt that the action was awkward, and he wanted to tilt his head away, but he saw the slightly blank look of Wen Kexing, the rain was pressing on his eyelashes, he blinked quickly, the rain He ran down his chin along his cheek, giving the illusion that he was crying.

"I particularly hated my father and mother at that time, so I was angry with them. My father told me, 'You do n’t work hard, your boss is sad.' When I grow up, I will be late. I think I will grow up. It's too late to steal bird eggs and hit marbles. "

Wen Ke paused, put the word "late" in his mouth, and repeated it again, like chewing the bitterness deliberately, then hooking Zhou Zishu's neck and hugging him, like a body The overgrown, yet immature big child, hugged him with grievances.

Zhou Zishu sighed. The word "late" is bitter. In his life, has he tasted it too many times?

Then Wen Kexing let go of him and asked, "Is your injury unsaved?"

Zhou Zishu laughed at himself and shook his head.

Wen Kexing was silent for a moment, and then asked, "How many more years?"

Zhou Zishu calculated and said, "It's been two or three years."

Wen Kexing laughed, and Zhou Zishu felt that he was smiling a little bit wrong, so he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Kexing shook his head, took a step back, and then took a step back and said, "When I want to play happily in my life, I couldn't be happy. When I grow up, I want to learn literature with my parents , And no one taught it, you said ... wouldn't it be out of date? Fortunately ... "

He narrowed his smile, turned and walked away, leaving Zhou Zishu in a fog.

Fortunately, I haven't liked you so much--

Liangyu knows autumn, Qingwu always dies, stays in the bitter cold for a long time, and slaps on for so many times ... but it's just a "meet to hate each other".

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