Dongting was really lively. Overnight, countless people from all walks of life flocked here, including men, women, old and young, from all religions and nine schools. They all shared the same name, and then each had their own agenda and acted in their own way.

In just one day, Zhou Zishu and others had eaten in two restaurants and had already watched three or four conflicts.

Zhou Zishu felt that this place was like a dog market, with everyone barking and fighting fiercely, biting each other for trivial matters every day for three days. In the end, he didn’t know what would happen to these heroic men.

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Deng Kuan and Gao Xiaolian first brought a few people to see Gao Chong. There are only three masters of the Shanhe Order in the world. Shaolin is a master of martial arts, and he wins with force. The ancient monk Shenlong of Changming Mountain saw his head but not his tail, and he won with force.

Sheng, it seems that this tall hero is the only one who is truly involved in the world, has real connections with various sects, has the widest network of people, and has the greatest influence.

He is not a handsome and elegant hero. He does not look handsome or ferocious. Instead, he looks like an old man with gray hair on his temples and a short and chubby old man. When he speaks, he is full of energy and has a lot of energy.

The spirit and laughter are particularly hearty.

As soon as Zhou Zishu saw him, he understood why Gao Chong had achieved his current status.

Everyone has a unique temperament, and then people will automatically classify things into groups based on these invisible and intangible temperaments.

For example, people like Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu may seem to others to be just a consumptive beggar with a disheveled appearance, or a glib-tongued hooligan who likes men. They may not have any special characteristics. However, once they get to know each other deeply, they will become sensitive.

, you can feel the subtle difference.

Whether it is Zhou Zishu or Wen Kexing, they may be able to blend into the crowd without attracting attention, but they do not belong to that crowd, so they naturally do not blend in. If they blend in, they will just become an unobtrusive background.

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But Zhou Zishu would subconsciously be on guard every time Wen Kexing approached him, and Wen Kexing could also warn Gu Xiang not to provoke him the first time they met.

This is an instinctive recognition of similar people.

But Gao Chong does not have this quality.

He can call anyone a brother. When he stands in front of others, the other party will automatically ignore his identity, background and age. No matter whether he is young or old, whether he is a noble man or a prodigal ranger, he can feel that he is a person who has the same relationship with him.

The intimacy of people of the same age and the same experience.

Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing both involuntarily stopped their meaningless chatter and observed the famous tall hero silently, only occasionally speaking to greet each other and politely answering some necessary questions.

Zhou Zishu couldn't help but think, if Tianluo also had such talents...

But looking at the whole world, there is only one Gao Chong.

They arrived early. Within a few days, representatives from various sects came one after another. The Dongting Lake became a family recognition meeting. Every day when they met, they would inevitably say: "Oh! This is so-and-so.

I've heard about the name for a long time... I don't dare to take it seriously. It's true that the people in Guigu have done many evil things and have brought trouble to the martial arts world for a long time. Everyone has found and punished them. We should work together and stand up for the righteousness of the martial arts world..."

After stopping for a few days, Zhou Zishu's ears almost felt like calluses. But when he was very bored, Wen Kexing disappeared without a trace. Without his noise in his ears, it felt a little deserted.

He wore a new robe provided by the Gao family and wandered around the streets. Apparently he was favored by Cao Weining and others. Zhou Zishu lived in Gaofu, and his life was quite comfortable. He ate and drank well every day, and he was finally able to

He changed out of the rags he was wearing and put on some good clothes, but he was just not used to it. After wearing the coarse linen clothes for a long time, he actually felt that the brocade was slippery and cool, and it felt like a runny nose wrapped around him.

Looking at his exposed skinny and sallow palms, and his equally skinny and sallow face, Zhou Zishu could only shake his head in self-mockery. His body, which was about to be drained by the seven orifices and three autumn nails, could no longer hold up the clothes.

, like a shaky skeleton holding a piece of cloth, I felt that my appearance was very insignificant. Occasionally I took a look in the mirror, and I was too disgusted to take a second look. I felt that I really couldn't put on a dragon robe.

Like a prince.

I thought to myself that it was probably because Wen Kexing followed me all the way as if he was rushing to death and just walked. He didn't have time to meet his male courtesans who knew how to embroider orchid handkerchiefs. He was too hungry to eat, so he followed me "buzzing" all day long.

Talking nonsense.

Doesn't it mean that after being a soldier for three years, an old sow can compete with an immortal in his eyes? Zhou Zishu feels that Wen Kexing's condition is similar to that, but I'm afraid this brother is interested in the old boar.

That day he went to a restaurant alone, picked a seat by the window, ordered a few side dishes and a pot of rice wine, and drank it slowly while basking in the sun.

As soon as Wen Kexing walked in, he saw his back. For some reason, he felt that Zhou Zishu's back was very special. Among the many people, he could always recognize it at a glance.

Zhou Zishu's back is not always straight. Most of the time, he just arches it lazily in an innocuous arc. His posture looks particularly comfortable. Wen Kexing always feels that he has nothing on his mind.

Looking at it, I feel very peaceful and relaxed.

He couldn't help but paused in his steps, his expression was blank, and he stared blankly at Zhou Zishu's leisurely back for a while, and suddenly there was a special feeling in his heart - especially not a feeling.

It felt like that person was using this silent gesture to laugh at him, who was obviously busy with all kinds of things and had all kinds of things on his mind, but he still had to pretend to be so indifferent.

Zhou Xu - He thought, people are like duckweeds and their bodies are like catkins.

In the vast world, there are mountains and rivers, what kind of person can be determined and walk alone between heaven and earth without a care, not caring about anything, not worrying about anything?

But it's not indifference - he has emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but those emotions come and go quickly. They pass in a flash, and after blinking, it seems that he doesn't remember anything.

Wen Kexing took a deep breath and lowered his eyes. For a moment, his face reappeared with that smile that made people want to slap it flat. He strolled over and sat down opposite Zhou Zishu. He was not polite at all.

Di took a cup by himself, snatched the jug from Zhou Zishu's hand, filled the cup, took a sip, and commented: "This wine is just okay."

Zhou Zishu glanced at him lazily and called out: "Waiter, change the pot of wine and bring two more signature dishes. The account will be borne by him."

Wen Kexing looked at him speechlessly. Zhou Zishu smiled softly. In order to show that he was not an iron rooster, he was not even willing to buy him a sip of wine. He also specifically explained: "You still owe me three taels of silver. It's early."

It’s cost-effective to pay it off without interest.”

Wen Kexing was silent for a long time and could only say: "...Thank you very much."

Zhou Zishu half-squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Wen, you're welcome."

Wen Kexing looked at his look and suddenly wanted to find trouble and tease him. Just then, at the door of the restaurant where Zhou Zishu's back was facing, someone suddenly said: "Let's rest here first and have some food. We'll meet again in the afternoon."

Go visit Brother Gao."

Then another rather familiar voice continued: "Yes, it all depends on uncle's arrangement."

Wen Kexing saw a rather dramatic scene. His creditor, who had been sober just now and reminded him that he needed to calculate the interest, suddenly shook and fell drunk on the table with his fingers still pinched.

He kept holding the wine glass, his face pressed against the table, facing the window, as if struggling to remember, but also as if he couldn't get up, and said angrily: "I'm not drunk... I can have another drink..."

Zhou Zishu and Zhang Chengling walked that way, and Wen Kexing and Gu Xiang were following behind. Therefore, although Zhou Zishu was aware of it, Zhang Chengling did not know about it.

Wen Kexing went there for a while, but he didn't have any impression.

As for Zhou Zishu, who was lying down like this, Zhang Chengling, Zhao Jing and others happened to pass by without seeing him, so they didn't pay much attention. They passed by them and went to the private room on the second floor.

After they went up, the waiter happened to come to serve food and wine. When he saw it, he was quite surprised and asked: "Isn't this guest quite sober just now? He got drunk so quickly..."

Before he could finish his surprise, he saw Zhou Zishu sitting up again as if nothing happened. Without even looking at the food and wine, he took the wine bottle over without moving.

The waiter was stunned, Zhou Zishu waved his hand and said: "Didn't I just say that I'm not drunk yet, can I have another drink? I never say anything outrageous."

Thanks to the waiter being well-informed, he turned around numbly and walked away without touching the ground.

Wen Kexing then smiled and lowered his voice and asked, "Are you afraid of that little thing?"

Zhou Zishu didn't even raise his eyelids and said, "What am I afraid of him for?"

Wen Kexing looked at him: "Then what are you hiding from?"

Zhou Zishu drank the peanuts unhurriedly and said vaguely: "Trouble, that kid chased me and called me "Master, Master, Master, Short" as soon as he saw me. He is very clingy, like a girl."

Wen Kexing raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Then what did you do to save him and sell yourself for two coins?"

Zhou Zishu chewed the peanuts for a long time, and then said slowly: "Look at him, how pitiful he is."

Hearing this, Wen Kexing was silent for a long time. Suddenly he took out his purse from his arms, stretched out his hand to grab some scattered silver, counted it carefully for a long time, pushed it forward and said, "Three liang, I'll give you back the three liang, and I'll give you more."

For your two cents, you can also sell it to me, and I will ensure that I will feed you well and that no one will hunt you down."

Zhou Zishu glanced down at the glittering silver pieces, held the wine glass in one hand, took a sip with enjoyment, pushed the three liang back first, and said: "Today's drink is worth it."

After thinking about it, he pushed back the two coins: "I won't sell it."

Wen Kexing smiled and asked, "Why not sell it?"

Zhou Zishu commented simply and straightforwardly: "You look hateful."

Wen Kexing smiled as if he had been praised.

Half a month later, heroes from all over the world gathered in Dongting. Gao Chong borrowed a large temple near Dongting and scheduled the heroes meeting here. Half a day later, Master Cimu, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, arrived with several disciples and brought the third meeting.

Erkuan Shanhe Order.

The ancient monk of Changming Mountain lived up to expectations and did not appear in front of everyone. He only sent a disciple of about twenty, who looked very immortal, to bring the last mountain and river order.
Chapter completed!