Zhou Zishu pointed the sleeping hole of the young man Zhang Chengling, but was afraid that he would not be able to turn around for a while, so he calmed down and did not use much force. So after the strange Wen Ke came in, he woke up after a while.

He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the roof of the dilapidated temple for a while, as if his soul was out of his body. Before yesterday, he was the eldest master of the Zhang family who was favored by thousands of people. Even though the gentleman who taught him to study shook his head and said that this son was a stubborn wall, he should not be dirty. Even if the master who taught him martial arts nodded against his will, he always felt that he could not get on the wall with mud. His life was still very happy.

The clothes were open and the food was opened. The mother and mother followed the room to serve him. She didn't read well, but she didn't lack the fragrance of the night. She had a servant following her to flatter her all day long. Although Zhang Chengling knew what was going on, she still didn't prevent him from occasionally enjoying the floating feeling in such compliments. She grew in a honey pot until the 14th and 5th.

But overnight, nothing was gone.

The family is gone, the parents are gone, and the relatives and friends are gone. His world is suddenly turned upside down, and he is very anxious and at a loss.

Zhou Zishu had two hands to fuck her teeth, but she was not very good at comforting people, so she sat on the side silently. Zhang Chengling was stunned for a while, and two lines of tears flowed silently from his eyes.

Wen Kexing asked Gu Xiang, "Who is that little thing?"

Gu Xiang said: "I heard it is Zhang Yusen's son."

Wen Kexing nodded, his face was very dull, as if the words Zhang Yusen were floating in his heart. After a while, he asked: "The Zhang family heard that they were so poor that they had nothing left to money. Why did Zhang Yusen's son become such a virtuous person? Did he run away from home and didn't bring enough money, or could he get lost and couldn't find him home?"

Gu Xiang whispered: "I heard that the Zhang family was plotted against the night before and the door was destroyed. It is probably the city is full of storms. Master, you went out to fool around last night and you must have never heard of it."

Wen Kexing thought about it and thought it made sense, so he nodded: "No wonder people died all over the ground."

He then looked at Zhou Zishu again and asked Gu Xiang, "What is he doing?"

Gu Xiang sneered: "The name of Huazi is Zhou Xu. Yesterday, she received two cents of silver from him and sold him to the boy and wanted to send him to Taihu Lake."

Wen Kexing opened his eyes slightly, thought seriously for a while, and said to Gu Xiang: "Then he must be a beauty. You can't be wrong. Only beauty in the world can be so stupid."

Gu Xiang was used to pretending not to hear it, and Zhou Zishu couldn't figure out the depth of this person, so he followed suit.

He looked down at Zhang Chengling who was still crying silently. He felt a little annoyed. He thought to himself that this bastard was not over yet. So he kicked him gently with his toes and coughed dryly: "Mr. Zhang, if you have a good rest, get up and clean up. It is not suitable for a long time to stay here. There may be many pursuers waiting to cut you off the roots. Zhou was entrusted by someone, at least he had to send you to Taihu Lake with all his arms and legs."

Zhang Chengling's eyes slowly turned around, then calmed down again, covered his face with his hands, curled himself into a big shrimp, and started to cry. As soon as he cried, Zhou Zishu felt ache in his head and said he wanted to scold him a few words. He always felt unbearable. He could not coax him as a child, so he sat in silence for a while, then suddenly stood up and walked out the door.

He originally wanted to see the Buddha statue that was slapped out by him with one palm. He always felt that he wanted to accumulate virtue, so he desecrated the Buddha. It was not good. He thought about finding a way to put the Buddha back. Unexpectedly, Zhang Chengling thought he was going to leave, so he rolled up and rushed forward quickly, hugged Zhou Zishu's legs, and said anxiously: "Uncle Zhou, Uncle Zhou, don't... don't leave, I... I..."

He was sobbing and squeaking, and he was extremely pitiful. Although he met Zhou Zishu by chance, he had no other support except this person. He regarded Zhou Zishu as a life-saving Buddha.

Zhou Zishu glanced at him expressionlessly and said lightly: "There is gold under the knees of a man. Have your father taught you?"

Zhang Chengling was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he felt blessed to his heart. He wiped his face hard, and his nose and tears rubbed against his sleeves, saying, "It is natural to worship the king of heaven and earth, the king of parents and teachers. Uncle Zhou is a great benefactor. Let Chengling take you as his teacher!"

While Wen Kexing and Gu Xiang were watching with relish, Gu Xiang also commented in a low voice: "Hey, I was a foolish boy yesterday. Why did he become smart now?"

Zhou Zishu had no choice but to say, "Get up first."

Zhang Chengling said stubbornly: "If Master doesn't agree, I won't get up! If I don't get avenge, why would I, Zhang Chengling, be a human being? Master..."

Zhou Zishu was too lazy to listen to his bold words anymore. He grabbed his shoulder and carried a chicken, so he picked him up from the ground and said self-deprecatingly: "I am a wasteful man who is about to fall into the soil. I live one day. What can I teach you? I heard that the hero Zhao Jing of Taihu is your father's old friend. I will send you there without asking for help. Naturally, there are people in line to teach you how to help you get revenge."

Then he turned around and carried his strength to his palm, picked up the big Buddha statue in the waist, walked to the incense table, pushed it hard, and pushed it back to its original position, muttering "Sincere" and putting his hands together, bowing inappropriately twice, looking back at Zhang Chengling, who was stunned and said, "Get up and leave. You are not going to take revenge? You have to go find Zhao Daxia as soon as possible. I will take you out to find some food."

After saying that, he stretched his waist as if no one else was around, smiled at Gu Xiang, ignored Wen Kexing, turned around and walked out, regardless of whether Zhang Chengling followed or not.

Zhang Chengling stood upset for a while and found that the man had really left, so he had to chase him out in a hurry.

Wen Kexing rubbed his fingers against his chin, looked at the backs of the two people with interest, thought for a moment, then slapped his thighs and stood up, and said to Gu Xiang: "Go, go to Taihu Lake and follow them."

Gu Xiang closed the hippie smile on his face, pondered for a moment, and then whispered: "Master, according to Zhang Chengling, the evil ghosts who destroyed the family in the Zhang family yesterday were the evil ghosts in Qingzhuling, and Xue Fang, who was also there."

Wen Kexing glanced at her lightly and said, "Well, so what?"

Gu Xiang was stunned for a moment, and as Wen Kexing was walking out, he hurriedly followed and said seriously: "That hanged ghost is obviously a fake. I beaten to death yesterday. Master... would you know what would you have known?"

"A Xiang." Wen Kexing glanced at her, and his eyes seemed to suck someone in.

Gu Xiang immediately lowered his head and whispered: "Yes, I'm talking too much."

At that moment, the girl who was not afraid of the world turned pale and her expression was clearly fearful. Wen Kexing looked at her deeply, then turned her eyes satisfied and continued to move forward. Gu Xiang still followed him silently not far behind him.

Wen Ke said: "We follow the man surnamed Zhou, I must be a good person. He must be a beauty. If you follow along the way, you will always be able to find out his fox tail. A Xiang, if you don't believe it, we can make a bet."

So Zhou Zishu will definitely not be at peace along the way.

Taking Zhang Chengling was like a stinky fart, and he caught flies along the way. He sent another group of people chasing him. He played with the two cents of silver in his hand and regretted it.

He had 50% of his skills and was capable of it. These people could not do anything to him. He was just nailed to his body with his seven or three autumns and his energy was not good. He was impatient with them changing shifts day and night, dealing with the bugs he was chasing, while being wary of the master and servant who were following him inexplicably that day.

If it were Zhou Zishu himself, it would be easy to get rid of them, but he always had a small burden. Besides, Wen Kexing had some skills in his unknown sacred position. He threw them away several times, but in less than half a day, he could see Wen Kexing's face that was now making him want to punch him.

Zhou Zishu quietly dragged out the body of the man in black who was trying to sneak attack, then returned to the room and sat down in the dark place to adjust his breathing again. Zhang Chengling was unaware of anything and was still sleeping soundly, dreaming happily. He took him with him these days, but he didn't think that this young man had any bad habits. The child who would cry loudly when he was made of water seemed to be forced to grow up after this incident.

No matter how slow the journey is, he never talks a word. Whatever Zhou Zishu says is, he is very honest, but he just can't correct his words "master".

If he couldn't change it, he couldn't change it. Zhou Zishu thought to himself that if he threw him to the Zhao family in Taihu Lake, he would leave. He had a good plan and had to see the three mountains and five mountains and several major lakes left. He would not go to the north. There was an old friend in the southern border who had not had time to visit. He had to say hello to him before going down to the Huangquan and ask for a glass of water and drink...

Suddenly, the boy on the bed started to sweat profusely. He almost came like this every night. On the surface, it was fine. He was wholeheartedly thinking about taking revenge and cheered up, but the memory that night was always like a nightmare and shadow. Zhou Zishu sighed and pushed him awake.

Zhang Chengling sat up with a scream, his eyes were stunned. After a while, he realized, turned to Zhou Zishu, and whispered: "Uncle Zhou... I didn't do it on purpose."

He was young and young, but his eyes were still pure, so pure that he was inexplicably familiar, making Zhou Zishu suddenly remembered a person buried deep in his memory.

The person who used to be...who wanted to wander around the world with him.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhang Chengling said carefully: "Uncle Zhou, I didn't wake you up on purpose, I just dreamed of my father..." His lips trembled, and it was blue and white, "Or...why...why I won't sleep?"

Zhou Zishu patted his shoulder and subconsciously said softly: "It's okay, you sleep with yours, and then have nightmares, I'll call you."

Zhang Chengling responded softly, got back into the quilt, and his fingers subconsciously pulled Zhou Zishu's sleeve.

Zhou Zishu looked at the sleeve that was pulled, Zhang Chengling smiled embarrassedly, and curled up his fingers and took them back.

At this moment, someone seemed to have plucked the strings not far away. With a "clang", Zhang Chengling felt that the sound was like a thunder thunder exploding in his ears, and his internal organs trembled. Then there was a severe pain. He groaned and covered his chest desperately.

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