The black-clothed man and the purple-clothed girl soon started fighting together, and Zhou Zishu watched clearly. The two men's kung fu methods were quite different, but their levels of ruthlessness and wickedness were similar. They didn't look like they came from the so-called famous and decent sects.

After only fourteen or five moves, the man in black suddenly feinted back with the girl's palm, and then kicked her Tanzhong point. The girl ducked sideways, gave a light scolding, and raised her hand with a pointing finger.

The attack was obviously intended to destroy his kneecaps on the spot. Unexpectedly, something suddenly made a noise on the pants of the man in black. A mechanical spring popped out of his calf, and a broken arrow shot out and hit the girl's chin.

The girl's kung fu was good, and she seemed to be better than the man in black, but she didn't expect him to have such a mean move. She was startled, and when she tried to hide again, it was already too late. Zhou Zishu clasped the little girl in the palm of his hand.

The stone finally struck, hitting the tip of the arrow, and the tip of the arrow narrowly missed her temple.

After experiencing such a risk, the girl was not afraid like ordinary people. Instead, she became angry and angry. Without a moment's hesitation, she turned her hands into claws and grabbed the leg bones of the man in black, snapping and snapping them.

The man in black screamed, and her leg bones were broken by her. She didn't give up. She stretched out her small green hand, with blue light in her palm, and slapped the man in black on the chest hard. The man in black went to

Then he flew out, with a broken leg curled up, his face quickly turned purple-gray, and he pointed at the girl with eyes wide open and said: "You are Zi...Zi..."

He didn't finish saying "Purple", so he rolled his eyes and went to see the King of Hell.

The old woman on the side was so frightened that she stopped moving when she saw this pretty girl attacking so harshly.

But the young man, who looked so naive, reacted first, rushed to the old Yuqiao's side, and asked anxiously: "Uncle Li, how are you? You..."

The old Yuqiao seemed to still be breathing, and he stretched out his hand to grab the young man's sleeve. The young man quickly and carefully dragged him up and held him in his arms. Seeing this, the girl in purple also came over and turned over the old Yuqiao's hand.

Qiao's eyelids furrowed his brows, and he said bluntly: "It's Midnight Broken Heart Powder, and with so much blood loss, I think he's hopeless, so please forgive me."

The boy slapped her hand away, stared at her and shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

The purple-clothed girl frowned, and murderous intent appeared on her pretty smiling face. As if she remembered something, she endured it, suppressed the murderous intent, stood up, folded her arms in front of her chest, and sneered indifferently.

Said: "You are a bitch who doesn't know a good heart."

The old fisherman's turbid eyes stayed on her for a moment, then passed over her, turned around, and landed at the foot of the Buddha statue. There were two straws stuck in his hair. The ridiculous Zhou Zishu looked at him.

Open your mouth in the direction.

Everyone followed his gaze and looked at Zhou Zishu. The girl said "Oh!" and smiled: "I thought it was an expert who helped me. I didn't expect it to be you. I'll buy you a drink."

, you fight for me, it just so happens that neither of us owes the other."

What she said was very sweet, but since she was a beautiful girl, Zhou Zishu decided not to argue with her, so he smiled, walked over to the old fisherman and squatted down: "Brother, you call me."

The old Yuqiao put his hand into his arms with great effort. The other four people present had eight eyes waiting to see what he took out. After a long while, the old Yuqiao stretched out his fist and handed it to Zhou Zishu, struggling to look at him.

Zhou Zishu hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to take it, and saw a flash of light, and a piece of broken silver lay in the palm of his hand.

The old fisherman said: "I... will return the money to you and let you take the boat back for free. You can do it for me... do it for me..."

Before Zhou Zishu heard what he was doing for him, he couldn't laugh or cry. He shook his head and was about to stand up. Unexpectedly, the old fisherman stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist tightly: "For me...send this child to Zhaojiazhuang, Taihu...

"

This is not a pretty girl, so Zhou Zishu sighed and said, "I said this man..."

The old fisherman interrupted him: "The kindness of a drop of water... should, should... be repaid by a spring..."

Zhou Zishu raised his eyes and looked melancholy at the door of the ruined temple in the wilderness and the night shrouded all around. He wondered if he should change his face. Could it be that this face is not thin enough and looks like someone who has been taken advantage of?

?

The old Yuqiao didn't know if he was having a flashback, but the hand holding him became stronger and stronger, and his breath seemed to be lingering in his throat. When he spoke, he had a gasping sound, and tremblingly said: "Just take it as it is.

Accumulate virtue, accumulate virtue! There are still children and grandchildren in the next generation... Even if we die... we have no grandchildren, there are still descendants... in the next life."

These words were like a bolt of lightning, striking Zhou Zi Shuxin hard. The seven orifices and three autumn nails on his chest seemed to hurt again, as if they were trying to burrow into his flesh - and in the next life, he had done so many things in this life.

What a sin. He died in three years. Even though he was done with it, there is still another life.

After a while, Zhou Zishu sighed, gently threw away the broken piece of silver, caught it again, and slowly put it into his arms.

The old Yuqiao's cloudy eyes lit up, his lips trembled a few times, but he made no sound. Then the faint light in his eyes slowly dimmed, and the hand holding Zhou Zishu could no longer hold on, and hung down limply.

, he was chattering uneasily.

Zhou Zishu slowly put her ear to his mouth and heard him say intermittently: "If you want... if you can't do it... if you want... I... go down, go down... I have to fuck, fuck...

Eighteen generations of your ancestors..."

Zhou Zishu straightened up and had nothing to say. Then the old fisherman tilted his head and ran out of breath. The young man burst into earth-shaking wails.

The old woman seemed to be an old mother, and she had no idea. She followed him wiping her tears without any direction. Zhou Zishu automatically stood beside the girl in purple. The girl in purple rolled her big eyes and asked softly:

"My master said you are awesome, but I haven't noticed yet. Which sect do you belong to? What's your name?"

Zhou Zishu bit his cheek and said politely: "I'm not Zhou...Zhou Xu has no family or sect. He is just a wandering ghost wandering around the world. I haven't asked the girl how to call her?"

The girl looked him up and down, shook her head and said, "If you didn't look at your face that looks like a tuberculosis ghost, and the way you speak, it would really sound like that. My name is Gu Xiang."

She had never heard of this person named Zhou Mingxu in the world, and when she met by chance, she knew that there was not much truth to it, so she didn't take it seriously and didn't care. She took two steps forward, patted the young man on the shoulder and said:

"I said, everyone is dead. You should bury him. Is there anyone still chasing you?"

The young man still remembered her unbridled and rude words just now, so he snorted and glared at her. Now he had no way to vent his grief and anger, and there was such a shameless and shameless girl in front of him, so he couldn't help but feel guilty.

His anger was secretly directed at her, as if she was the one responsible for the death.

Gu Xiang's pretty brows furrowed. Although she was very skilled in martial arts, she was not too old after all. She was already a bit evil, so she could not bear the young man's innocent anger over and over again. She raised her palm to hit him.

He was caught off guard, but his wrist was grabbed by Zhou Zishu next to him.

Gu Xiang felt a cold hand gently clinging to his wrist. He didn't feel any pain, nor did he feel that the man had used much strength. However, he just couldn't let go of the raised hand and couldn't shake it off.

He couldn't help but look at this man with a sallow face and thin muscles, who looked like a tuberculosis ghost in surprise, and thought to himself: "Such a thing, the master looks at him so highly, he actually has some skills, and can't tell his depth. If he really takes action, I'm afraid

I can’t get anything cheap.”

She changed her mind, saw the opportunity very quickly, and knew her own weight, so she took her hand back calmly, pursed her lips, looked at Zhou Zishu and said: "I'm just giving you face."

Then he turned to the young man and cursed, "Little bastards, you see clearly, my aunt is just passing by, and I want to save you by the way. Don't act like aunt, I will kill your whole family. If you are a bit pissy, you should seek revenge from your enemy."

Go, look at you, you are such a bear, besides hugging a dead man and bleeding, you can also bully my aunt for her good temper and tolerating you, how amazing it is!"

This girl is very clever, but her words are really unpleasant.

Zhou Zishu had no choice but to say a few words of comfort, but unexpectedly, the young man was stunned for a long time when he heard the words. He suddenly turned around, wiped away his tears with all his strength, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Gu Xiang twice with a "bang bang" sound.

He was tall and whispered: "This girl taught me a lesson. I offended you."

He gritted his teeth so hard that the young man's face was stretched into sharp lines. Gu Xiang was stunned, took a small step back, and blinked a pair of big almond-shaped eyes: "I...I

I didn’t tell you to kowtow to me, so you’d better get up quickly.”

Zhou Zishu bent down slightly and gave a gentle lift. The young man was lifted up by him somehow. Zhou Zishu said: "Let's bury this...Brother Li first. At any rate, I am entrusted by him.

I’ll give you a ride, and if you’re not in a hurry, I’ll spend the night here and tell me what’s going on.”

The young man agreed in a low voice. Zhou Zishu helped him find a place behind the deserted temple and buried the old fisherman and woodcutter. Gu Xiang kept watching and finally felt something. He ran out and cut a piece of wood and brought it in.

, pulled out a dagger from his waist, chipped a simple tombstone in twos and twos, and asked: "What is this person's name?"

The young man thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "He only said that his surname was Li, and that he was grateful to my father, so he risked his life to save us. I called him Uncle Li... but I couldn't even tell him his full name.

"

Zhou Zishu sighed secretly, people in the world of martial arts, don't they just repay kindness and seek revenge? What does it matter whether you leave your name or not?

Gu Xiang lowered his head and carved the words "Uncle Li, the righteous man" on the small wooden sign one stroke at a time. After finishing the carving, he looked at it and felt that he was quite satisfied. He showed it to Zhou Zishu and said, "Look at it.

OK?"

Zhou Zishu took it and saw that there was even a stroke missing from the word "Bo". He felt a little sad and a little bit amused, so he used his fingers to fill in the stroke for her and inserted it into this extremely simple tomb.

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Chapter completed!