Faraway Wanderers

He knew he was dreaming, but the dream was so real. The north wind brushed his mask, and he couldn't feel cold. He had been waiting there for a long time, calm, and his pulse was even slower than usual. The sun gradually passed through the earth, and the night was approaching.

Seeing all this, Zhou Zishu has long been used to getting rid of it. He knows how not to treat himself as a person—a conscience and affectionate person. This is a kind of instinctual self-protection, just doing things, not thinking, So as not to drive yourself crazy.

He just held up the blood-stained hand of Daxing Zhongxing Jiangshan. This prosperous world is like a gorgeous and wide sleeve. His hand is always hidden in that sleeve, and it is not easy to show people. When the war and decay of this era are all over, everyone lives and works in peace, and the history book has turned a new page ... ...

Zhou Zishu lowered his head. The faces of the people in the dream were generally fuzzy, but he seemed to see the little girl's face—held by her grandmother, and the woman was like a weak and helpless lamb, still guarding with due diligence. The little child looked desperate.

The girl raised her head and whispered, "My dad is a good man, my big brother is a good man, and I am also a good man. We are all good people, don't kill us."

He remembered that this was the last strike of the Emperor's Party when the emperor was alive. The skylight was ordered to assassinate the family of Jiang Zheng, the family member of Jiang Zhen, whose younger daughter, Jiang Xue, was four years old and very clever. What would she be like if she had the opportunity to grow up?

Zhou Zishu felt his hand sent out, the woman's sharp scream cut through the night sky, the long sword pierced her chest, and then passed through the little girl's body. He didn't feel sick or sad, because he was already accustomed to that seat.

You are good people and loyal, what about? Who stipulates that good people can't cross the street and cut off their grandchildren?

However, there was a sigh in the air. It was long and long. Someone said that killing pays for life--

Zhou Zishu's chest ached sharply, and he opened his eyes sharply and sat up.

The next moment, he slowly bent down, covering his chest, biting his teeth tightly, not letting himself make a cry, his pale fingers gripped the corner of the quilt, his hair was scattered, and he described how embarrassed. In the heartbreaking pain that came, thinking blankly, Zhou Zishu, you bastard, you are going to die.

This night, Zhou Zishu did not sleep well, Wen Kexing did not sleep well, and even Ye Bai did not sleep well.

Wen Kexing didn't leave the room door, but just sat quietly against the window. Gu Xiang was on the side. The girl who didn't know the basket and wrote a tombstone would make a joke. Her face was full of solemnity. She Looking out of the window, there is no difference in the dim night sky, and the silence is like a treacherous beauty lamp.

The window was not closed, the cool breeze rolled in, set off Gu Xiang's dress corner and long hair, and turned a picture of the Spring Palace on the small table up and down, Wen Kexing smiled very slowly and gently, saying gently "I've waited for twenty years."

Gu Xiangmo stared at him silently, only to see the man's face with a kind of inexcusable, even a little crazy smile, in a place without light is not human, so awe.

Wen Kexing stretched out a hand and grabbed it out of thin air, as if to catch the wind through the window: "I want nothing in this world to stop me, whether he is a man or a ghost, is The fairy is strange ... I want all these seductive charms, these things that should not be on earth, all rolled back to their eighteenth floor of hell. "

He held a piece of paper in his other hand, and Gu Xiang's eyes fell on that yellowed piece of paper, and a ghost face was sketched on it, and his strokes were not very immature, like a child's graffiti. Wen Kexing got up and lit the candlelight, put the paper on it, and burned it to ashes.

His expression was as devout as the sacrifice of God.

Ye Baiyi slept into the middle of the night without knowing why. Suddenly he awakened from his dream. In his narrow eyebrows and eyes, there was no confusion of the person who just woke up. He was still lying on the bed, slowly raised his hands, and put his neck A small pendant hung out and played with it. If you look closely, the small pendant is very delicate, it is actually a reduced version of the mountain and river order.

Ye Baiyi closed his eyes and said to himself, "Changqing, I always have an unpredictable feeling. Why do you say you are gone ..."

He thought, if there were no orders in the world, no ghost valley, no glass armor, no skylights, would it be much more peaceful?

In the early morning of the second day, everyone who greeted everyone, in addition to Chen Xi, had corpses.

Nine corpses were thrown in a circle not far from Gaojiazhuang, and a circle was formed with the word "Ghost" written on the ground with blood. It was two or three feet long and wide and blocked a street. The place where the evil spirit was executed in the day.

When Zhou Zishu arrived, the identity of the body had been identified. The evil spirits are very fair, and try to make all the martial arts raindrops touch. The eight martial arts plus a high family, a total of nine corpses, monks, nuns, men, women and children.

A noble apprentice was also among them. Zhou Zishu was not impressed by him. He only remembered that this person was not as eye-catching as Deng Kuan, but was very quiet, just helping entertaining guests and not talking to anyone. Gao Xiaoli had fainted into tears, but Gao Chong couldn't care less about his jewel in the palm of his hand, and only let Deng Kuan accompany her. He followed Master Cimu to examine the body one by one.

One was hanged, one was killed by blood, the other was killed by sucking blood, and the body was separated ... Everyone's death method is still different.

Zhou Zishu listened to a person sighed softly and said, "Qingzhuling Ghost Valley came out of the nest."

He tilted his head and saw that the person who spoke was Ye Baiyi. Zhou Zishu was surprised to find that there was a layer of unspeakable compassion on his face, making him look like a porcelain man. Guanyin image.

Zhou Zishu asked subconsciously: "What?"

Ye Baiyi glanced at him and said blankly, "Are you deaf?"

Zhou Zishu turned his face to be boring, but Ye Baiyi patted him on the shoulder and said nothing at all: "You come out at night and go to a place with me." That tone actually greeted Zhou Zishu the night before. Zhang Chengling is quite different.

Zhou Zishu decided that before the kid with the last name Ye did not learn to speak, he ignored him, but nodded uncontrollably.

After ordering, he felt very regretful, and couldn't wait to unscrew his troublesome head, thinking in his heart whether it would be better to kill the so-called ancient monk descendants now.

Suddenly, the crowd didn't know who it was, and said, "How can these people be killed? It is said that all the people gathered here are from the valley of ghosts. The evil spirits sneaked in unconsciously yesterday, and everyone was not prepared. However, why did they only choose to kill these few martial arts? I have an informed story, is this Ghost Valley going against the entire rivers and lakes? Ca n’t they be so stupid, what are they trying to figure out? Or is there anything you are hiding? Thing? "

Gao Chong heard the words stand up, and the whole person looked around in a round, not looking very spirited, and his footsteps were slightly agitated. Deng Kuan was busy helping him aside, Gao Chong pushed him away, waved his hands, and slowly set his eyes on him. Go out, glance over the sad faces of the eight majorists, and look to those who are hesitant to whisper.

The eyes seemed to have weight, suppressing the voices of others.

They looked at this legendary man in the martial arts for nearly two decades—his gray hair and somber expression, slowly opened his mouth, and murmured, “This is a blood debt.”

Then he lowered his head and stared at the nine corpses for a long time, his voice suddenly raised: "Blood debt ... my Gaojiazhuang's blood debt, all the decent blood debts of the world, all the people in the world ... Blood debt! "

He seemed to have some instability. Master Tzumu held a rosary in his hands, "Amitabha" closed his eyes, and uttered a word in his mouth, presumably overdoing these strangled people. Deng Kuan looked at his elderly Master anxiously, and seemed to want to help him again, but felt disrespectful, and held back.

Gao Chong lowered his eyes for a while, and when he raised it again, he was already in tears. He pointed to the young man who died in Gaojiazhuang and said, "My apprentice has no father or mother since he was a child. After my last name is Gao, it ’s called Gao Hui. They do n’t like to talk. These kids bully others and give him a nickname, Lao Men ... ”

He seemed to want to smile, but didn't laugh out. The cry of several female disciples in Gaojiazhuang couldn't stop.

Gao Chongton paused, and then said, "My little old man is a good boy. Many of you have seen him these days, scratching his head, not getting a fart on his three feet ... but it is really good Child, work hard and complain, never blush with people. There is a grandma in his family who is not dear. He was picked up and brought up when he was a kid. Now he is over 80 years old. The old man is blind and stupid and does n’t recognize him People, only seeing Gao Hui as a child, I can still react a little ... Everyone, how do you tell me to explain to her? Heroes, you can do well, do well, teach me a few words, let me Explain to the elderly! "

The autumn wind in Dongting was bleak, and Hongbo was surging, looking quietly like an old man without a living person, standing in the middle, asking everyone-how can I explain to the old lady?

Even **** like Feng Xiaofeng shut up and couldn't speak. At this point, if anyone needs to say one more thing that is not necessary, it is not just a human, it is simply an animal.

The new head of the Taishan group Hua Qingsong called out first: "This group of ghosts will not die one day, and martial arts will not be able to survive one day. I will follow the instructions sent by the heroes in the future. There will be no words! Revenge for the head, revenge for these strangled fellows! "

The head of Taishan dies, and now the dragons are headless. Hua Qingsong is just a young man in his twenties. He is very impulsive, but he does not know that he is open and other people will not be able to keep silent anymore. Come out and express your position.

On the afternoon of the same day, under the auspices of the noble, a solemn funeral was held for several dead people. There was a gloomy death in the air over the entire Dongting. He was suppressed, like a close enemy.

Noble is a capable person, and the people who originally acted independently seem to be unanimously outside.

That night, Zhou Zishu sent Zhang Chengling, who ran secretly, and ushered in another uninvited guest, Ye Baiyi. The man didn't even wear the night clothes, and the artist dared to knock on the window outside and said, "Come with me."

Zhou Zishu didn't realize his idea of ​​killing people in the day. He regretted it at this time and had to follow him out.

Wen Kexing's room was next to him. He heard the movement over there and frowned, his arms folded together, his face was very unsightly.

Gu Xiang was hanging upside down on the beam of the house, who had his eyes closed and was awakened by him at the moment, so he yawned and asked vaguely: "Master, you said at first that Zhou Xu was a mysterious person from a mysterious place. It ’s been a few days since I got to you. Why do n’t you worry about his bad things now and keep staring at him? ”