The dense shade of the green trees never dries up all year round, they are scorching and blooming, and the birds are walking through it. The continuous mountains are like the back of a beautiful woman, undulating and endless.

This is southern Xinjiang.

Under an ancient tree that is said to be hundreds of years old, there is a small table, and a teenage boy from southern Xinjiang is sitting there doing his homework. He is not old, but he is very determined, and he has enough determination.

He didn't raise his head for a long time, as if nothing could disturb him.

There was a recliner lying beside the small table, and a man was sitting on it with his eyes closed and meditating. He was dressed like a Central Plains man, wearing a wide-sleeved robe and an old book open on his lap.

There was a little mink under the man's feet. No one paid attention to it, so it chased its tail in a bored manner.

At this time, a southern Xinjiang warrior walked in quickly with a letter in his hand. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but slow down his steps and waited silently aside.

The man on the recliner opened his eyes when he heard the sound. He was about twenty-five or six years old. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes that always had a slight smile. As he looked around, he turned out to be an extremely good-looking person. Xiao Diao nimbly jumped over to

In his arms, he climbed up on his shoulders and swept his chin with his tail.

The warrior respectfully handed the letter over and said, "Master Qi, this is a letter from the great steward of Song Dynasty."

Master Qi responded, lazily took it, and opened it with some lack of interest. However, he only looked at half of it before he straightened up, his eyes sobered up, and he said, "Is it him?"

Xiao Diao felt that the letter was dangling in front of his eyes, so he dishonestly stretched out his paws to grab it. Master Qi picked it up by his neck and threw it lightly to the young man's desk aside.

The young man then raised his head: "Dad, who is it?"

Master Qi did not answer directly. He stood up and walked two steps on the same spot. He slowly folded the letter and said nonsensically: "Lu Ta, I told you last time that the general trend of the world will inevitably converge after a long period of separation.

Do you still remember the principle that long-lasting union must break up?"

The young Luta seemed to be quite used to his father's habit of rambling on before talking about important points, so he responded cooperatively: "Dad said this is like sitting down after standing for a long time, and nails growing on the buttocks after sitting for a long time.

It’s the same, it doesn’t make sense, it’s just that people have to struggle to survive.”

A satisfied smile appeared on Master Qi's face, and he said to the confused Southern Xinjiang warrior on one side: "Aminlai, go find your great witch for me and ask him if he thinks this sentence is very reasonable."

The warrior Aminlai looked at him blankly and asked, "Ah?"

Just when Master Qi was about to speak, he heard someone chuckle and said slowly: "Why are you so busy with your free time that you have to worry about something?"

The person who came was dressed in black and held a scepter in his hand. The scepter also looked black and inconspicuous. When Aminlai saw it, he quickly lowered his head and said: "Great witch."

The great witch said "hmm", waved his hand and said: "Go and do your business - Beiyuan, don't always bully kind people."

Master Qi handed him the folded letter and said with a smile: "Guess who visited my shop. This is a rare visitor."

The great witch wasn't very interested, but he took it and just snorted: "It doesn't matter if it's not the Emperor of Daqing... hmm? It's the Lord of Zhouzhuang?"

A malicious smile appeared on Master Qi's face: "Little Poison, let's go to the Central Plains? If something happens to an old friend, it's natural for him to do everything possible, right?"

The great witch looked at his expression of fearing that the world would be in chaos. He said nothing, but silently felt in his heart that this man clearly wanted to watch the excitement and stab his friend in the side.

Zhou Zishu still didn't know the fate of his careless friendship at this moment. He was worried about a more practical matter - for example, Ye Baiyi, a foodie, suddenly arrived and he didn't bring enough money for food.

After staring at Wen Kexing for a moment, Zhou Zishu understood a truth - if Wen Kexing was reliable, a sow could climb a tree. He just felt that he was in a very unkind manner, and when he met these two things,

One is a peerless bastard, and the other is a peerless bastard. They are a pair of divine beings.

Wen Kexing noticed that Zhou Zishu's eyes were not good, so he couldn't help tightening his clothes and whispered: "I'm just showing off my smile but not my body. You must not keep me here."

Zhou Zishu asked: "Then what do you think we should do?"

Wen Kexing said: "Since it's your treat, I suggest you sell yourself to pay off the debt."

Zhou Zishu squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "I'm not a damn big girl, would you buy me if I sold myself?"

Wen Kexing's eyes immediately lit up: "Buy it, even if I broke the bank and went to a pawn shop to pawn my pants, I still want to buy them!"

Zhou Zishu lowered his voice: "Can you now sell your pot, sell your iron, bankrupt your family, and pawn your trousers in a pawn shop? Can you give me the food money first?"

Wen Kexing was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Axu, I think we should run away?"

Zhou Zishu turned his face aside silently. Although he had always made a fortune by robbing the rich and giving to the poor, he still had some conscience left. He really felt that eating the King's meal was detrimental to his moral character. Besides... he looked at the warmth in front of him.

Kexing's shameless face definitely makes this person a bit embarrassed.

After turning his face, he suddenly saw someone coming in from the door of the restaurant. Zhou Zishu immediately perked up and shouted, "Miss Gu, what a coincidence!"

Gu Xiang was walking in when he saw the two of them when he heard this. He was immediately shocked and turned around to leave. However, she was not as fast as Wen Kexing. When she turned around, Wen Kexing was already in front of her and asked softly.

Said: "Axiang, why are you running?"

Gu Xiang's face was ashen and he held it in for a long time before he uttered a sentence: "Master...Master, slave, I...just went to the wrong door."

Wen Kexing patted her shoulder, pulled her in, and comforted her: "It doesn't matter, you can come as soon as you come."

Gu Xiang had goosebumps all over her body. She felt that her master was either a traitor or a thief. She could not escape, so she had to follow him up step by step, as if she was going to the guillotine. Wen Kexing brought her to the two of them.

At the dinner table, he asked, "Have you brought any money?"

Gu Xiang immediately took out all the copper coins, broken silver, ingots, gold leaves, and silver notes all over his body. Only then did Wen Kexing nod with satisfaction, and shouted generously: "Waiter, check out!"

Gu Xiang felt sad and thought, no wonder the fortune teller said that she would lose money and avoid disaster, Amitabha.

Probably because he was short-handed and soft-spoken, Wen Kexing brought along Gu Xiang, a follower, and stopped attacking her. Zhou Zishu walked in front, thought about it for a while, then suddenly turned around and asked directly: "Brother Wen

, what did you mean when you burned down the Zhang family kid's house that night?"

Gu Xiang was shocked: "Master, you actually killed people and set fire?!"

Wen Kexing said seriously: "I watched the sky at night and found that the little devil was about to suffer a bloody disaster. He had to attack it with fire to get through it, so he did one good deed every day."

When he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Zishu and Gu Xiang looking at him with disdain, so he added: "I never leave my name when I do good deeds. You don't have to worship me like this."

Gu Xiang said: "Master, can you observe the sky for me?"

Wen Kexing said: "You will suffer a bloody disaster unless you shut up for a day."

Gu Xiang really didn't dare to speak.

They returned to the place where they dealt with the evil ghost during the day. The people had almost dispersed, and the evil ghost was nowhere to be found. It was said that he had been deprived of martial arts, had his pipa bone pierced, and was locked up. Cao Weining and Zhang Chengling were looking for it.

They came up to him and asked: "Brother Zhou, this little brother said that you are his master..." He suddenly stopped talking and stared at Gu Xiang behind Wen Kexing, his mouth wide open and speechless.

Coming.

Gu Xiang blinked and didn't understand, but Cao Weining just stared at her blankly.

Zhou Zishu had no choice but to cough dryly, and Cao Weining woke up from a dream, with a red face, and said nonchalantly: "Girl, girl...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, it's really..."

Gu Xiang was puzzled, thinking that this kid was probably out of his mind. Cao Weining suddenly took a step back and said like a mosquito: "Xiaosheng's surname, surname Cao, nickname Wei Ning, Tai, Taihang, Qingfeng Sword Sect's character 'Wei'

Senior, Mo Huaiyang, the head of Qingfeng Sword Sect, is my teacher, master..."

Gu Xiang looked him up and down and asked Wen Kexing: "Master, what's wrong with him?"

Before Cao Weining could finish the genealogy in a stuttering manner, the pure youthful feelings were shattered to pieces.

Zhou Zishu glanced at Zhang Chengling, as if he had thought of something, and said, "Kid, come with me." Zhang Chengling was overjoyed to see that he left without even meeting him, and followed him with all his might.

The guest patted Cao Weining on the shoulder and took Gu Xiang all the way back to the room.

Cao Weining only felt that when Gu Xiang passed by him, a small stream of fragrant wind passed by him, and his mind simply turned into a ball of mush, and he didn't know the world until they were far away.

As if he had come back to his senses, he read in a trance: "Guan Guan Jiujiu, on the side of the water, there is a beautiful woman in the north... A gentleman is so arrogant... There are such beautiful girls in the world, there are such..."

He walked away in a daze step with three sighs, concentrating on returning and feeling lovesick.

After walking a long way, Gu Xiang said to Wen Kexing in a low voice: "Master, Lao Meng is also here. Please let me and the master know what is going on..."

Wen Kexing didn't stop or look back. The corners of his mouth curved up, but there were no smile lines at the corners of his eyes. He said softly: "Does Lao Meng still need me to tell him what to do?"

"……yes."

Zhou Zishu silently brought Zhang Chengling back to his room, nodded briefly and said, "Sit down, I have something to ask you."

Zhang Chengling sat aside politely: "Master, what do you ask?"

Zhou Zishu thought for a while and asked, "Did the man with the kid's slap on his face that day ask you if you had ever seen a man missing a finger?"

Zhang Chengling nodded. Zhou Zishu asked again: "Have you seen it?"

Zhang Chengling shook his head and asked: "Master, who is he talking about?"

Zhou Zishu crossed his legs and tapped his knees lightly with his index finger, but did not answer his question - one finger was missing. It was rumored that Xue Fang, the ghost who hanged himself, was the man who was missing one finger. Because of this, he

Only then was it confirmed that the man in black who was beaten to death by Gu Xiang in the ruined temple that day was definitely not a hanged man.

But what does the red-robed ghost in mourning mean?

After a moment, he slowed down and asked in an extremely serious tone: "Kid, think about it carefully, did you see anything unusual that night?"

The "that night" he mentioned was naturally the night when the Zhang family was exterminated. Zhang Chengling's breathing became rapid, and Zhou Zishu lowered his voice even more slowly: "Don't be anxious, think about it carefully, I'm afraid it's very important."

Zhang Chengling's face turned pale. After a long while, he shook his head and said with a tearful voice: "Master, you asked me what was unusual about that night, but was there anything unusual about that night?"

Zhou Zishu frowned and stopped pressing him. He was silent for a moment and said, "I'll teach you a formula. You can understand and practice on your own when you go back. If you have anything you don't understand, you can come and ask me."

Zhang Chengling was stunned.

Zhou Zishu said again: "It's best not to leave Daxia Zhao recently, not to act alone, not to leave Gaojiazhuang, do you hear me?"

Zhang Chengling opened his eyes wide: "Master...Thank you so much, Master!"
Chapter completed!