Wen Kexing seemed to smile, but also seemed to have a little bit of indescribable sadness in him: "Does anyone still recognize his swordsmanship now?"

Zhou Zishu was silent for a moment. Even the skylight cannot be without holes, otherwise he would not be able to escape. Qiu Mingjian retired probably more than 20 years ago. Until now, no one knows where the couple went afterward.

Where did it go, and what happened.

He looked at Wen Kexing silently - Wen Kexing was sitting next to the fire, with his shoulders and back slightly arched, his eyes distant and quiet as he watched Zhang Chengling clumsily practice the swordsmanship his father had taught him.

There was an indescribable sense of peace and tranquility, and it really seemed to overlap with what Zhou Zishu imagined Wen Ruyu should be like.

Just listen to Wen Kexing suddenly sing: "The millet is separated, the seedlings of the rice are moving. The heart is shaking. Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say that I am asking for something. Who is this person in the sky?

?The millet is separated, the ears of the grain are separated..."

His voice was very low, slightly hoarse, muffled, and chaotic with unclear words. Every word seemed to come from his chest, lingering in his throat.

The earth refused to come out.

The fire was burning the firewood, making a "crackling" sound. Zhang Chengling had a trick he couldn't figure out. He wanted to come over and ask, but he heard the singing somewhere not far away. For some reason, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

When King Ping moved and his family was in disarray, it is said that Dr. Zhou passed by Haojing of Zongzhou on a military expedition and saw that the old ancestral temples and palaces were in such a dilapidated state, with beautiful faces and lonely faces, long grass and gloomy millet, which made him feel sad.

This sad song.

I am sad for the chaos that has passed away in the prosperous age, and I am sad for the yesterday of my past life that cannot be left behind.

What was Zhang Chengling thinking when he listened to the song and his mind moved? He was just a child, but he probably would never have the courage to go back and take a look at the Zhang family in Jiangnan, the place that once hosted so many of his happy childhoods.

, now, no one knows how many pieces of broken tiles and rotten red mud are left, which he will have to carry for the rest of his life.

Zhou Zishu narrowed his eyes, reached for the wine bottle from his waist, raised his head and took a sip. The spicy taste hit his head, almost making him cry.

Those who know me say that I am worried; those who do not know me say that what do I want...

Wen Kexing seemed to have a subtle self-deprecation as he hummed these two lines repeatedly, and the corners of his eyes slowly curved up, as if he was smiling.

What is he asking for?

I don't know how much time passed, and no one spoke anymore. Wen Kexing's humming gradually became quieter. Zhang Chengling hugged the casually folded branch as carefully as if he were holding a peerless sword. He leaned to the side and fell asleep.

I don’t know what I was dreaming about. The corners of my mouth were slightly raised, but my brows were tightly knit together and refused to open.

Zhou Zishu got up, took off his robe, and gently covered him. Then he sighed lowly and said, "Your Majesty's Eighteen Qiu Ming Styles are said to be rampant in the martial arts world. You only taught him three moves. I

Look, there is not a single move in the eighteen moves, but if you think about it carefully, the Qiu Ming eighteen moves are ever-changing, but they all come from these three moves. Brother Wen... is really better than his master."

Wen Kexing also lowered his voice and said calmly: "His swordsmanship is definitely far inferior to mine, but I don't know anything about his medical skills. I only know how to bandage a wound. I know I have to cover my body with sweat when I catch a cold."

Then he turned to look at Zhou Zishu: "You know his swordsmanship so well, what else do you know?"

Zhou Zishu sat around the fire with him, pulled up his collar, retracted half of his hand into his sleeve, and burned his fingertips on the fire, and said slowly: "There are mysterious witch doctors in the world who can't distinguish between medicine and poison."

Valley, there is also the Divine Doctor Valley, which saves lives and heals the wounded, and hangs pots to help the world. I heard that the Divine Doctor Valley is not good at martial arts, but no one easily provokes them. The heroine of Ling Ci Valley is a close disciple of the master of the Divine Doctor Valley. When she was young, she was said to be the No. 1 in Sichuan.

A beautiful woman, and then suddenly news spread that she was getting married, and I don’t know how many people’s hearts were hurt.”

Wen Kexing laughed softly when he heard this, and said jokingly: "You are a big man, how come you know all the trivial things? You have nothing to do all day long, so you actually inquire about such things, right?"

Zhou Zishu also smiled and said, "Isn't it? That's all I have."

The two were silent for a while, and then Wen Kexing whispered: "It happened many years ago..."

Perhaps it was because they had some inexplicable similarity. As soon as Zhou Zishu heard his singing and sighing, he seemed to understand something, so he couldn't help but said softly to comfort him:

"Your Majesty and Lingci are very rare good people, a couple of gods and immortals, traveling around the world, and then living in seclusion together. If I could have such a life, I would die tomorrow, and I would be willing to do so."

Wen Kexing smiled very softly: "A good person?"

I don’t know if it was because the night was too quiet, but he looked a little confused, and said in a low voice: "I didn’t expect that after so many years, there are still people who remember them, and there are still people who say good things to them. What do you think...what does it mean to be a good person? People are different.

Why do you have to be a good person?”

Zhou Zishu was about to speak when he suddenly heard some movement from Zhang Chengling's side. The boy's breathing stagnated, and then the frequency changed. Zhou Zishu didn't look back, knowing that he had another nightmare and woke up for a moment.

Zhang Chengling didn't say anything, just nestled there silently, holding Zhou Zishu's robe and the broken branch of a tree, listening.

In this way, Zhou Zishu swallowed the words that were on his lips, thought carefully for a while, and then said in a serious tone: "Not everyone in this world is a good person, but most people are also

People who are willing to be good people will try their best to pretend to be good people even if they are not really good people."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "As for why... I think it may be because only if you are good to others, unwilling to harm others from the bottom of your heart, and do good deeds, others will be good to you. Only by being a good person can you

There will be friends, relatives, and lovers, and then there will be many people who are willing to be with you and treat you well. Do you think, if a person only has himself for the rest of his life, he is always on guard against everyone except himself at any time, no matter who he is with.

I don’t have any kiss, I don’t have feelings for anyone, I can only love myself. Isn’t that too pitiful? Being a bad person is too painful.”

Wen Kexing was almost stunned after hearing this. After a while, he smiled and shook his head.

Zhou Zishu said nothing, just adding firewood to the fire. Wen Kexing lowered his head, watching the jumping flames, and shook his head, but his movements became slower and slower.

Finally, he crossed his hands and put them behind his head, lay down on his back, facing the starry night sky, let out a long breath, and said almost inaudibly: "You are right...Axu, you are right.

It makes sense.”

Zhou Zishu smiled.

Wen Kexing asked again as if he was talking to himself: "A hateful person... must there be something pitiful about him?"

Zhou Zishu said: "Not bad."

Wen Kexing didn't care whether he could see it or not, he nodded, and then commented seriously: "Axu, I found that even if you are not a beauty, you are becoming more and more attracted to me."

Zhou Zishu knew that he had been serious for a moment and was going to be cute again, so he twitched the corner of his mouth and ignored him.

Wen Kexing propped up one of his elbows, raised his face and looked at Zhou Zishu with a smile, and said: "I don't think you need to envy that old man and old woman. From now on, you can follow me and you can travel around the world.

We can live in seclusion together without having to die tomorrow. I don’t mind making do with you, what do you think?”

Zhou Zishu said expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, I mind. Brother Wen, you really think too highly of me."

Wen Kexing started laughing, and then in the obscene tune of "Beauty, why are you covering your face? Brother, I can't hide my anxiety", he watched Zhou Zishu get so angry that he broke the stick in his hand for pulling firewood, and couldn't help but

, I had to pretend to be deaf and dumb. I immorally put my own happiness on the anger of others without any guilt, and I felt extremely happy.

Early the next morning, Zhang Chengling came over with Zhou Zishu's robe in his arms, handed it to him, and whispered, "Thank you, Master."

Zhou Zishu took it and put it on, glanced at him and said, "Let's go back to Gaojiazhuang."

Zhang Chengling paused for a moment, but still followed him silently, like a frustrated child bride.

Wen Kexing looked on coldly and comforted him: "Your master has decided to hang out with the heroes of the world. He is living in Gaojiazhuang right now. You might as well stay with Zhao Daxia and you can go to him at any time."

he."

Then he quickly added: "Of course you can come to me anytime."

Zhou Zishu walked in front and turned around when he heard this: "When did I say that I would stay and hang out with this group of people?"

Wen Kexing stretched out his hand to rub his chin and asked with a smile: "You won't stay?"

Zhou Zishu frowned and said, "No."

Wen Kexing glanced at Zhang Chengling and asked, "You really don't want to stay?"

"No……"

Zhou Zishu subconsciously followed him and glanced at Zhang Chengling, only to see the young boy's eyes staring at him without blinking, like a scared little rabbit, with an expectant look on his face, but he didn't dare to be too obvious.

Zhou Zishu looked over and hurriedly pursed his lips, making a determined look on his face. Zhou Zishu's next words were automatically silenced, he snorted, turned around and strode forward.

Wen Kexing patted Zhang Chengling's head for fear of chaos in the world, and said with emotion: "Axu, do you think we are like a family of three?"

Zhou Zishu then walked faster.

Wen Kexing really regarded himself as his father, and said to Zhang Chengling with a kind face: "Everything is fine, the road is still long, let me tell you a story?"

Zhang Chengling nodded obediently, then listened to Wen Kexing's boastful nonsense: "It is said that at the foot of Five Elements Mountain, there is a demon boy named Hong Hai'er, who lives with a bunch of demons and ghosts. Of course, he actually dislikes it very much.

These people, I just find them very annoying when they make trouble all day long..."

He seemed to be quite proficient in this art. Zhou Zishu was walking in front and heard Wen Kexing's melody and eloquent talk, which actually made Zhang Chengling, the silly boy, also startled. He found that this bastard named Wen was still there.

It's a bit like a storyteller who travels everywhere with his mouth.

"...The red boy didn't know that his life experience was very extraordinary. His mother was a big white snake spirit, known as the White Snake. Because she secretly descended to the earth and had an affair with mortals, she was discovered by an old monk named Fahai and was suppressed.

Under the Huashan Mountain..."

Zhou Zishu suddenly tripped over a stone and almost fell to the ground.

"... Red Boy wanted to cut down the mountain to save his mother, but the old monk Fahai contacted a group of gods to stop him, and he defeated them one by one. But who knew that all the fairies in the cave also turned against him and wanted to kill him."

Zhou Zishu no longer knew what to say, but Zhang Chengling became nervous and asked, "Then why?"

Wen Kexing said: "This is actually a secret. The White Snake was not a white snake originally, but just a mortal with some moral principles. Somehow, she spread rumors and was regarded as a goblin and suppressed under Huashan Mountain. Think about it,

If she is released, wouldn’t Hong Boy’s parents become mortals, and wouldn’t he himself be a mortal too?”

Zhang Chengling listened stupidly: "Oh, mortal... I still don't understand..."

Wen Kexing then laughed and said, "You are stupid. You are not of my race, so your mind must be different."

Zhou Zishu's heart moved when he heard this, and he seemed to have a vague idea, but before he had time to catch it, he flashed past. Zhang Chengling asked: "Is the red boy dead? Has the mountain split open?"

Wen Kexing thought for a while and asked: "I haven't compiled it yet, what do you think?"

Zhang Chengling said categorically: "He must have defeated a group of goblins, rescued his mother, and finally became an omnipotent hero!"

Wen Kexing added: "Yeah... that's okay, but it seems a bit boring. Nine out of ten story books say this, so... why not let Hong Boy become a mortal from now on, and never be able to fly in the clouds again?"

Alright?"

Zhang Chengling said "Ah" and felt that this ending was a bit regretful, but he couldn't say where he regretted it. He raised his head and glanced at Wen Kexing. He felt that this senior was very nice and easy to talk to, so he felt close to him and tried to

Said: "Senior, can you tell me another story?"

Wen Kexing finally found a loyal audience. He felt that this guy was very considerate and wise, so he started chatting and talked about "The Owl and a Bowl of Red Water", "Jiang Ziya vs. the Bone Demon", "Cui Yingying Sinked the Treasure Box in Anger", etc.

A series of novel and interesting stories returned to Gaojiazhuang, Dongting.

When the three arrived, they bumped into Cao Weining. The gentleman was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhang Chengling, and shouted: "Hey, young master, where have you followed these two masters? Master Zhao is going crazy looking for you!"

Zhou Zishu said: "We accidentally saw this child running out alone, so we chased him, and we left without saying goodbye, and..."
Chapter completed!