Zhou Zishu didn't care—he had done all kinds of things in this world that were seeking death, but he didn't care about anything. Just because the old fisherman and woodcutter's mouth was unclean, he would eat all the time.

The black-sailed boat quietly separated the river water. A girl shouted glutinously on the other side of the river bank: "Water horns, sell water horns." It was as slow as the years were flowing with the river water. Zhou Zishu thought, it was worth it to die here.

When he passed by Penglai, he visited the legendary fairy mountain. He thought so at the middle of the mountain, but later he felt that the legendary Jiangnan, which had been miserable in misty tours, had not been to visit the misty apricot blossoms, and he went south to Jiangnan. Now he suddenly felt this feeling again. He bit the dry and hard cake in his hand, chewed it hard for a long time, and finally swallowed it, shook his head, and thought again. After looking at Jiangnan, he had never been to the three mountains and five mountains, but he still had a loss.

Then I let go of my feelings about living here again.

Suddenly, the old fisherman and woodcutter stopped cursing as if he was choking by spit, bowed his back and tilted his head slightly, looking in one direction without blinking.

Zhou Zishu was a little surprised, so he poked his head slightly out of the boat and looked along his gaze.

The old fisherman was staring at the two people walking on the shore - the man in gray and beautiful girl in the restaurant. Although the old fisherman was white in his hair, his eyes were like lightning. Looking closely, his temples hidden under the messy hair were slightly raised, his palms were thick and his muscles were tangled. Needless to mention Zhou Zishu, as long as he was not blind, he could see that this old man was not simple.

He was asked to stare at him like this, and I thought that the casual friend who was looking at him from afar was not a simple person.

The beautiful girl looked at her and was always cautiously walking about ten feet behind the man, not daring to overtake her at all.

Zhou Zishu glanced at him and knew that the girl was a man in gray or a concubine. Although this girl was a bit arrogant, her appearance was quite polite, but she was quite fond of him. However, she didn't look at her, so she didn't look at her, and then took back her eyes, and then dealt with the dry cakes in her hand.

There are troubles everywhere you go. The court is a world of fame and fortune, and the world is a world of right and wrong. Some people always can’t understand this matter. It seems that riding a horse on the world is a great thing, and they keep talking about it until they die.

But what does it have to do with him, a person who is full and not hungry for the whole family?

The old fisherman stopped his mouth, and Zhou Zishu felt a little lonely, so he shouted: "Brother-in-law, your cake is not a bit salty and light. No matter what coarse and fine salt, you can add more."

The old fisherman and woodcutter cursed in a panic: "Your mother, such a big cake can't be blocked by your mouth. If you eat it, his grandmother will hate it. You are hungry for three days. It doesn't matter if you eat shit..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he seemed to be unable to stop. Zhou Zishu smiled and became more energetic when biting the dry cake, feeling a little cheap.

After crossing the river, Zhou Zishu gave the old fisherman a piece of silver with big hands and feet. The old fisherman did not feel ashamed of it at all, so he took it and left. The expression of the creditor on his face probably even disliked that he was given less money. When he arrived on the other side, the old fisherman and woodcutter knocked him down unhappily: "Get out quickly, get out quickly, don't delay my business."

Zhou Zishu slowly threw the last piece of cake into his mouth, stretched his waist, came out of the cabin, and said vaguely: "Are you rushing to reincarnate?"

The old fisherman's eyes widened, and he looked like he wanted to curse and greet the 18th generation of ancestors, but he thought of something. In the end, he swallowed the words back and rowed the boat with anger.

It’s also a blessing that this old guy doesn’t know what he is doing here, and has such a fake identity. If he really makes a living by ferrying, he wouldn’t be poor and be as pants?

Seeing the boat staggeringly walking away, Zhou Zishu said calmly: "Your mother."

He had been mixed with a bunch of sluts for half his life, and he had just opened his mouth and beat around the bush. He had never spoken so rudely in broad daylight. At this time, he blurted out this sentence and felt very happy, as if all the things that were slumped in his chest were poured out.

He was surprised to find that cursing was such a comfortable thing, so he murmured in a low voice with a smile: "You old turtle grandson who doesn't do anything well with money and doesn't mess with people when you eat."

After saying this, I savored this sentence carefully, and felt relieved and full of fragrance. So I walked out slowly along the river with satisfaction.

Zhou Zishu traveled around the ground all day, and kept wandering around at night. He went outside the city and found a small pond. He washed his sourness that he could hardly bear. At least he turned himself into a person. Then he thought about finding a place to deal with it for a night. After walking about a mile, he saw a dilapidated temple. He walked in, spread the thatch, shrank his body under my Buddha's feet, yawned, and fell asleep.

Although he was fine now, he could sleep until dawn the next day with a touch of the thatch, and still had to wake him up without anyone disturbing him in the middle of the night.

Three people appeared at the gate of the deserted temple, and a smell of blood came to their faces. Zhou Zishu opened his eyes and frowned.

The injured person was wearing a hat on his head. I don’t know if he was conscious. He was being held by a half-aged boy in his 14th and 15th century. The boy seemed to have some kung fu foundation, but he was not strong enough. He was as breathless as a sick cow, holding the injured person with difficulty. He followed an old woman dressed in a servant, holding a cloth bag in her arms, and staggeringly trotting all the way.

The moment the boy entered the temple gate, he looked like a frightened little beast, and his eyes were carefully swept around. Zhou Zishu was lying in the shadow of the Buddha statue, his breath was very light. The boy didn't notice him at first, and whispered to the man wearing a hat: "Uncle Li, let's hide here for a while, I see your wound..."

Before he could finish his words, the man with only half his life left broke free from the boy, encouraged him to stand up straight, clasped his hands in the direction of Zhou Zishu and said, "Cough... this friend..."

When he raised his head, his words suddenly stopped. Zhou Zishu also saw clearly that the man was the old fisherman who had ferried him. He had a knife wound on his chest and his whole body was like a blood gourd. He immediately sat upright: "Is it you?"

The old fisherman smiled bitterly: "Damn it, it's you, you beggar......"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward. The boy hurriedly reached out to help him, but he was exhausted and was taken to the ground by him. He cried in his voice: "Uncle Li..."

The old fisherman and woodcutter twitched for a moment, and Zhou Zishu couldn't help but lean up. Seeing his blood flowing out, he frowned and saw a strange purple color, and his lips were ashen.

The old fisherman forced a smile and whispered: "You are still a man, why don't you get so many horse pees? I... I'm not dead yet..."

The woman on the side also wiped her tears and said, "Uncle Li, if you have a few things, who do we young masters expect to go?"

The old fisherman glared at her, took a strong breath, and said to the young man tremblingly: "I... am also a useless person... but I was repaid by your father back then, and I had nothing else..." He coughed, and his body twitched once, "Boy, remember..."

Before he finished talking, there was another rush of footsteps at the entrance of the temple. A man in black strode in. The black man had never been masked and had a scar on his face. When he saw the three people who were at the end of the road, he laughed like a cat-catching rat: "Okay, you ran far away."

The young man gritted his teeth, pulled out a sword from his waist, and rushed over like a man in black: "I'll kill you!"

However, the momentum was amazing. It was really a three-legged cat skill. Seeing that he was thick-eyed and big-eyed, he was clumsy and didn't use a single move. The man took off his weapon and slapped it on his lower abdomen, which popped him out more than ten feet away like a cat.

The boy then stood up and screamed in a dusty face, but he was not afraid at all, and pounced on him with bare hands.

The old fisherman was anxious and seemed to want to get up, but he was too seriously injured. After moving for a while, he fell heavily to the ground.

The man in black sneered, "Does the little rabbit still want to bite people?" Then he flashed sideways, bent his fingers into claws, and grabbed the young man's heart. Under the moonlight, his hand was not like flesh and blood, with a light green and cold light, and he wanted to kill him.

Zhou Zishu didn't want to meddle in other people's business, thinking that after all, he had a fate with the old fisherman and woodcutter. The boy was young and didn't want to die at such a young age. He had already put a small stone in his hand and turned his palms to pop out. Suddenly, a whistle, the man in black looked shaking, and the little boy turned to the ground, and the boy was empty.

The man in black just now stood there, but an inch-long lotus-shaped hidden weapon was nailed.

I heard a girl say delicately: "What a nice guy, in the middle of the night, there is such a shameless person who bullies the old woman and her weak son in the wilderness."

Zhou Zishu felt a little touch, and the sound sounded familiar - he took back the little stone that had not taken action, slowly lay back, and watched the changes.

The man in black twitched, his eyes leapt abruptly - Zhou Zishu felt that the scar on his face was hurt, his face was a little stiff, as if he had been hit by a stroke, fierce and ridiculous, he only heard him angrily: "Where did the little bitch come from?"

The girl smiled, and Zhou Zishu looked at it carefully, and saw a purple figure flashing at the door. The girl who came in was the girl who threatened to poison him today. He felt that he must have had such an adventure today. He had met half of the grudges and revenge in this deserted temple.

I don’t know where the master of the purple girl went, she tilted her head, leaned against the door with a naive face, and walked around her fingertips, shaved lightly on her face with her index finger, and smiled: “Old bitch, you are not ashamed, you are bullying the elderly and children, and there is still someone who is about to die.”
Chapter completed!