Central Plains, Changzhou, the night is as dark as ink.

Gong Ziyu was walking on a secluded path with a lantern in one hand and a pot of wine in the other. Suddenly a night wind blew, and a chill invaded along his clothes, making him shrink back slightly. The climate in March in the Central Plains

Although it has already warmed up, once night falls, there is still a bit of chill.

Gong Ziyu stopped and looked up. The weather was very good tonight, with the waning moon in the sky, stars dotted, and a cloudless night sky. Under the cold moonlight, his thin figure stretched very long on the ground.

This kind of night, this kind of moonlight, is a good day for drinking.

Gong Ziyu rarely drinks alcohol, because drinking is something that affects his spirit, and he is not good at drinking.

Not being a drinker doesn't mean he doesn't drink. But in his opinion, drinking depends on your mood and the person you're drinking with.

The cool night breeze was blowing, and the surroundings were quiet. Occasionally, a few dogs barked in the distance, indicating the extremely remote environment here.

The city of Changzhou is very large, and there are many remote and inconspicuous places like this. Not only in Changzhou, even in a prosperous place like the capital, there are also remote and remote areas.

Gong Ziyu lifted the oil-paper lantern in his hand and looked forward. Not far ahead was a scattered residential area. The path under his feet was the only road leading to the slum area.

Gong Ziyu raised the bottle of wine in his hand again and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Although he didn't drink often, he knew that there was someone in a certain room in front who liked to drink.

After stopping for a moment, Gong Ziyu walked towards the residential area with gentle steps.

A quarter of an hour later, Gong Ziyu came to the gate of a dilapidated courtyard located among the crisscrossing alleys. The gate was ajar, with a dim light shining through.

Gong Ziyu paused in front of the door, then gently opened the door and slowly crossed the threshold with one foot.

The yard is not big and seems to have been abandoned for a long time. There are three dilapidated huts that can fall apart at any time. The ground of the yard is paved with bluestone slabs, but now they are dilapidated and uneven. There is a banyan tree in one corner of the yard, but it is also not there.

There is no vitality at all, like an old man, dying.

As soon as Gongziyu stepped through the door, a burst of meaty aroma suddenly wafted into his nose. But along with the meaty aroma, there was also an extremely fierce killing intent, which instantly locked Gongziyu's envelope.

The murderous aura came from the room on the right that was lit with dim lights. Gong Ziyu looked at the window of that room and suddenly sighed softly and said: "Such a good night, if there is meat and no wine, wouldn't it be a good thing?"

Something that ruins the scenery?"

The words floated out, and after a moment, the fierce murderous aura dissipated. Then someone in the room also sighed, and a seemingly helpless voice came out: "On such a moonlit night, if a stunning beauty comes, it will definitely be a pleasing thing. It's just that

It's a pity that you are not."

The words sounded vicissitudes of life, and then another cold snort came from the room.

Gong Ziyu stepped into the courtyard and said with a smile: "Although I am not a stunning beauty, I have a bottle of good wine, which should be pleasing to your eyes."

There was silence in the room, and then the vicissitudes of voice sounded again: "I do smell the smell of good wine."

At this time, another cold voice also sounded in the room, "Not only do you talk a lot, you are also an alcoholic."

There was a smile on Gong Ziyu's slightly pale face. He had already arrived at the door and then gently opened the door.

The room was very empty and old, with basically no furniture except for a desk with one leg missing. There was an oil lamp on the table, and under the dim light, two men, an old man and a young man, were sitting face to face.

In front of the two of them, there was a pot of charcoal fire with a dog meat that was grilled until it was sizzling and hot oil was coming out.

Gong Ziyu smiled slightly when he saw these two people.

The thin old man looked downcast and had gray hair, with a huqin at his feet. When he looked at Gong Ziyu, his two sparse brows suddenly knitted together.

The young man was dressed in black and had a cold expression. There was a faint scar on his cheek. He seemed to be as keen as a beast. He looked up at Gong Ziyu and then lowered his head. He was wiping it with a piece of cloth.

A dark bow.

These two people were Zhao Boling and Tie Zheng, who had just parted ways with Gong Ziyu in the small town of Donglin not long ago.

The bow in Tie Zheng's hand was the famous martial arts magic weapon Po Shen Bow. Tie Zheng used this Po Shen Bow to kill Hua Pian Hua Wuji, who was known to have unparalleled light skills, with one arrow.

Gong Ziyu stood at the door and looked at the two of them. Suddenly he sighed softly and said, "It seems that you don't welcome me very much."

Tie Zheng replied with an indifferent expression: "Because we all know that as long as you show up, nothing good will happen."

Gong Ziyu was slightly surprised at first, and then said with a smile: "It seems that not only do you not welcome me, but you also regard me as the god of plague."

Tie Zheng slowly wiped the Poshen Bow. The fingers of his hands were unusually thick, and each phalange protruded outward. This was the result of practicing bow-drawing day after day. His tone was very direct: "Absolutely."

Gong Ziyu still smiled: "But I think I am your God of Wealth."

Tie Zheng's face suddenly twitched and he immediately closed his mouth.

Zhao Boling looked at Gong Ziyu with a look of helplessness on his face and asked, "Are you a dog?"

Gong Ziyu smiled and shook his head.

"I finally found a clean place to have a good tooth ceremony, but here you are again." Zhao Boling said with a bitter face: "If you are not a dog, then why is your nose always so sharp?"

Gong Ziyu smiled indifferently, hung the lantern by the door, approached the two of them, and said: "Being well-informed is the first basis for traveling in the world. If I don't even have this ability, there is no need for me to be a middleman.

Done."

Without waiting for the two to greet him, he just dragged an old dusty bench over and sat down between them.

"That's right. If Gong Ziyu wants to find the whereabouts of a person, he will be able to find it even to the ends of the earth." Zhao Boling sighed with a wry smile: "If he doesn't even have this ability, how can Gong Ziyu be called Ce?

Where’s the fortune teller?”

"In my line of work, the smaller the reputation, the safer it is." Gong Ziyu shook his head and said, "I'm just a middleman, and I really don't like this title."

"A big tree attracts the wind, sometimes it's not a good thing." Zhao Boling glanced at him with a playful look in his eyes and said, "But aren't you still living well now?"

"Because he is a very extraordinary person." Tie Zheng suddenly interrupted.

"If there was nothing extraordinary about him, he would have died hundreds of times ago." A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Boling's mouth and said: "So not only is he very extraordinary, he is also a very dangerous person.

"

Gong Ziyu suddenly laughed. When he laughed, his eyes seemed to be filled with genuine laughter.

Then he looked at Zhao Boling and smiled: "To me, you are also very extraordinary people, because this world has always left no room for the weak."

Neither Zhao Boling nor Tie Zheng said anything. Gong Ziyu's words were right, because he had already seen through the world. This world is a cruel world, full of blood and the strong preying on the weak. Anyone who can survive and continue to hang out in the world is...

He is a person with unique abilities.

The charcoal fire in the brazier suddenly jumped, bursting out a few sparks, and the dog meat on the tree branches immediately released waves of fragrance.

Zhao Boling smeared the dog meat with his fingers, then put it in his mouth and tasted it. Then he took out a small oil paper bag from his arms, opened it and saw that it was covered with coarse salt. Zhao Boling grabbed a small pinch of coarse salt.

Sprinkle it evenly on the dog meat, so the fragrance becomes a little stronger.

Gong Ziyu looked at Zhao Boling's quick movements with a hint of bitterness in his eyes. He knew that this old man who had been floating in the rivers and lakes for decades had long been accustomed to the hard life of living in the open air, but he never seemed to complain.

, and even some like this kind of wandering life in the world, and this is unmatched by countless other people competing for fame and fortune in the world, because Lao Zhao is purer than those people, he knows who he is and what he is doing.

, and also understand better what Jianghu is.

The arena requires people to adapt to it, rather than the arena adapting to a certain person. Throughout the ages, countless people in the arena have reversed this order, so most of them have no one.

A good ending.

Zhao Boling flipped the dog meat quickly and suddenly said: "Tell me, what's the business this time?"

Gong Ziyu shook the wine bottle in his hand and said with a smile: "I come to you not necessarily for business."

Zhao Boling glanced at him in surprise, raised her sparse eyebrows, and said, "If it's not for business, why are you here to drink with us?"

"Why not?" Gongzi Yu said, "This is the aged Bamboo Leaf Green from Jieyoufang in Changzhou. It is a rare and good wine."

Zhao Boling glanced at the wine pot, his throat rolled involuntarily, and he smacked his lips and said, "Although I don't come to Changzhou often, I have heard that the best wine here comes from Jieyoufang."

"The smell of dog meat brings gods down to earth." Gong Ziyu placed the wine pot next to the brazier, "Dog meat paired with good wine is the best taste."

Tie Zheng suddenly said: "Wine is good wine, but when you take it out of your hand, it will definitely change its taste."

"That makes sense." Zhao Boling chuckled and said, "Xiao Tie, you have touched my heart. It seems that we have developed a good understanding during this time together."

Tie Zheng snorted lightly from his nostrils.

Gong Ziyu glanced at the two of them, suddenly frowned slightly, and said with confusion on his face: "Old Zhao, what method did you use to make Tie Zheng stay with you for so long?"

Zhao Boling smiled and said: "Because he is a lonely person. And I am the least afraid of loneliness, so from some angles, we are kindred spirits."

"You're wrong." Tie Zheng glanced at Zhao Boling coldly, wiped the bow string's hand for a moment, and then said: "With him by my side, I'm never lonely."

Gong Ziyu smiled and said: "Sometimes people's loneliness cannot be seen, because only the loneliness that comes from the heart will make people unwilling to face it."

True loneliness is originally hidden under rich emotions.

Zhao Boling looked at Gong Ziyu again, with a strange look on his face, and said, "So, aren't you also the kind of lonely person?"

Gong Ziyu was startled for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "It seems you already understand me somewhat." His smile looked casual. Tie Zheng looked at his expression, but suddenly felt that there was something unfathomable behind that smile.

dark.

When Zhao Boling heard this, his expression suddenly froze, and then he said in a strange tone: "This is really a very dangerous thing."

"If one person wants to understand another person, besides enemies, there are only friends. But even if we are not enemies, we are not friends either." Gong Ziyu suddenly sighed softly: "This seems to be a very sad thing.

.”

Zhao Boling also sighed suddenly: "If you really have friends, then you will no longer be Gong Ziyu."

Gong Ziyu's eyes were blank for a moment, and his face was a little bitter.

Tie Zheng said: "Why does a well-known planner need friends?"
To be continued...