The plum blossoms in the yard were full of branches, fell on the ground,

and spread on the residual snow that can be cleaned in the future. At first

glance, people can't tell where the snow is and the plums. When the wind

rises, the subtle fragrance is leisurely. Full house circulation.

Under the curtain of dusk, the eaves on the moon are as cool as water.

At the end of the courtyard, there is a corner door called plum blossoms

that covers half of the corner. For some years, the door is opened and the

inside is very different. There are two strong men standing at the door.

They are armed with swords. The porch is narrow and narrow. A large

bluestone brick is leading to a dark prison cell, and a long and swift

demeanor is coming.

The floral scent seemed to be blocked by the gate and couldn't get through

at all.

There were also several guards standing there, with swords on their bodies,

standing like wooden men, and a large iron fence with a thick adult man's

arm at the door.

Walking through the narrow black hole of the cell, and walking in, there

are three large stone gates controlled by the institution. Each gate is

guarded. After passing these three stone gates and going in, there is a little

human vitality. It's gone, as if the long and narrow road was Huang Quan's

path of injustice, and the lights flashed endlessly, like a ghost fire.

There was a man in the innermost cell saying something low, and then he

was silent for a while, as if another person sighed and couldn't help it

lightly.

Suddenly, a scream suddenly cut through the darkness in the cell, and even

the flames were extinguished. The scream was sharp and dying like an

animal, and it only made people feel indescribable chill.

One of the two guards facing away from the cell door was a newcomer,

with a youthful adolescence on his face. He heard the movement quietly,

couldn't help fighting a shiver, and glanced at himself secretly. The

companion found that the other was deaf, standing upright as a mountain,

and immediately converged and lowered his eyes.

But the scream was too loud and persistent. The man's scream broke, his

husky voice kept endless, and the last breath continued. The scream was

turned into a sobbing groan / groan, but it seemed more miserable.

The new guard just felt that goosebumps scrambled out of his body.

It was only after a scent of incense that the voice of the man disappeared.

After a while, two people dragged out a middle-aged man who didn't know

if he was dead or alive. The man was ***** with his head tilted to one

side, his hair was wet with sweat, his lips were bitten, and his blood was

running down the corner of his mouth. Nothing hurts, but a dark red nail

was nailed to each of the seven large holes in the chest and abdomen.

It seemed to be a weird and terrifying totem, and the eyes of the young

guard could not help but follow the middle-aged man until they

disappeared at the end of Shimen.

At this moment, a person said lowly behind him, "See this, and regret it?"

The young guard was frightened and turned back violently, only to see a

man in a royal blue robe knowing when he was standing behind him

silently, and his companion on one side was already kneeling on the

ground with one knee. He knelt too busy, and said in his mouth, "The

landlord."

The man in the robe looked like he was twenty-nine years old. He looked

so gentle and gentle, but looked like a scribe, but there was a layer of

sickness on his face, the outline of his eyebrows was deep and clear, his

eyes were very bright, and he was always slightly hanging. The very long

and thick eyelashes covered the half of the eye, and occasionally it was

lifted up with the indifference of the strands. Every time I saw people's

hearts became cold, the bridge of the nose was very beautiful, but the lips

were very thin, called that handsome face Adds a taste of injustice out of

thin air.

Hearing the boy's title, the man couldn't help but glance at him one more

time, chuckling, and said, "Are you new here?"

The boy lowered his head, "Yes."

The man raised his hand and patted him twice on the shoulder:

"Remember, I can't call me the owner in the future. I'm no longer the

owner, and I should call Master Zhou next time."

The boy looked up at him quickly and lowered respectfully, "Yes, Master

Zhou."

The man nodded, waved his hand, and said, "You two go, I'll be clean for a

while."

The two guards responded and went out side by side. The young guard still

couldn't help looking back and saw the man in the blue robe leaning

quietly on the door frame. His eyes seemed to be staring at what was in the

void, and what seemed to be Can't see, the boy somehow felt like he was

going far away.

The first iron gate fell down, and the silent old guard suddenly said lowly,

"You look like an adult, like a gentle and gentle scholar, can think of his

hands, nailing Lao Bi Have you got the "Qiaoqiao Sanqiu nails"? "

The young boy looked aside, turned his head to see his older companion,

and both of the old guards were white, and sighed, "How many things do

you not understand, our" skylight "is the only way to go in and out. If you

want to go out, you have to be dead and disabled. "

In the four years of Daqing Rongjia, the name of "Skylight" could have

made the whole story scary.

"Skylight" is an organization composed of spies and killers who are

directly loyal to the emperor. No one knows how many people they are and

where they are hidden. But no one doubts that their tentacles can reach the

ends of the earth. go with. It was established by Emperor Rongjia Helianji

while he was Chu Jun. Now, he has entered and exited with strict rules and

regulations.

The first leader of the "Skylight"-the man in the royal blue robe, was the

former "Four Seasons Owner", and now is Zhou Zishu, an adult of Zhou

Dynasty.

From the secret to the palace, to the death of the trafficker, there are no

secrets in the "Skylight", so there is a rule that no living person who has a

mouth can speak and leave the skylight, come in and go out, unless he is

dead. Or, they are asking for the "seven tips and three autumn nails".

The so-called "seven tips and three autumn nails" are the seven poisonous

nails that are internally sealed in the seven most important points in the

chest and abdomen of the human body. The seven meridians and eight

veins are stagnant. It looks like a wasteful person, poisoned the five

internal organs for three years, and died of anger.

Although stealing a living for three years, it is better to die.

But even so, from time to time, some people would rather be a living dead

than leave the skylight.

Three years of unscrupulous living is the greatest blessing of Yuci.

Let's say Zhou Ziping retreated, he went back to the small cell by himself,

closed the door, with his hands behind his back, and slowly walked

thoughtfully for a week, then stopped, took out the corners and placed the

clues. Small box, open. This horrible little thing actually exuded a scent

like lumpy plum, Zhou Zishu took a deep breath, and then reached out to

untie his robe.

On the surface, he seemed to be long and well-proportioned, but this

untied clothes showed a body that was as dry as anything, and between the

thin chest and abdomen, it was clear that there were six tricks and three

autumns. The nails, somehow nailed up, are almost in the flesh.

Zhou Zishu looked down at his own body, smiled at himself, and picked up

a small knife from the side, gritted his teeth, and cut open the flesh near

the nails. The knife was extremely fast and stable. As if it were not cut by

your own flesh, it didn't take much time, the entire chest was stained with

blood, and it looked like the nails that had been nailed in earlier seemed to

have penetrated.

Then, as if any level had been activated, he moaned, and then leaned

against the corner of the wall softly, slowly sliding down, his body

trembling, the little blood on his lips faded away, his teeth He bit a

"giggle" and suddenly twitched, his eyes widened slightly, then slowly

closed, his head tilted aside.

His face was pale and white, and his blood was like a dead body.

Until the early morning light of the next day, the person curled up in the

corner of the cell slightly twitched, and then slowly opened his eyes. When

he tried it for the first time, his legs were soft and almost fell back. The

second time, I barely stood up, took out the silk, dipped in water, carefully

wiped away most of the blood on the chest, re-folded the placket, picked

up a Qiqiao Sanqiu nail, and put it in his arms.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and went out.

Striding out of the cell and returning to the small yard of Lengmei Baixue,

Zhou Zishu only felt a refreshing fragrance coming out, as if he could

easily clean his **** body\, he was in a tree Standing under the plum tree

for a long time, she sniffed up slightly, unconsciously showing a little

smile on her face.

He sighed softly again and said quietly, "Come."

A man in black got out like a shadow, and bowed for him to speak. Zhou

Zishu took out a dark token and threw it to him, and said, "Go and ask

Duan Butler to come and tell him to face me today."

The man in black took the token and disappeared without notice, as if he

had never been there.

Duan Pengjuan, Duan Pengju, was picked up by Zhou Zishu after

mastering the sunroof, listening only to his deployment. This person has

both ability and ambition, and never hesitates to show such ambition.

Zhou Zishu sometimes looked at him, just as he looked at himself a few

years ago. After a while, Duan Pengju came with the token. He was still a

bit unknown. After all, this is a group of people who can't see the light. In

addition to Zhou Zishu on weekdays, others don't have many opportunities

to face holy men.

Zhou Zishu didn't say much, only left him with a breakfast, presumably

the emperor was about to go to the early dynasty, and then commanded:

"Let's go."

Then he went to the palace. Although Duan Pengju didn't know what he

meant, he didn't ask much, but just kept up silently.

The two arrived at the study room one after the other. Emperor Rongjia

Helien was already there. When they heard that they were here, they

immediately called them in. After Zhou Zishu and Duan Peng had a great

gift, Zhou Zishu took a roll of bamboo tube from his sleeve and presented

it to Helian: "The emperor, this is what you ordered last time."

Helien took it over, but didn't look at it in a hurry, but looked at Zhou

Zishu, and couldn't help frowning. "You look worse and worse, and you

will be called back by the doctor to see if there is a dark injury on your

body Don't look down on it, don't take it for granted that you are young. "

Zhou Zishu smiled slightly, nodded, and only said: "The emperor is

worried."

He Lianchi met Duan Pengju again, firstly, and then asked, "Why is Pengju

here today? I haven't seen you in a day, and I've lost a lot of energy."

Duan Peng lifted a pair of small eyes and busily laughed: "It is difficult

for the emperor to take care of everything, but he can still remember the

old slave."

Helien smiled, faintly feeling that Zhou Zishu had something to say, so he

opened the bamboo tube he brought, took out a small paper roll, looked at

it in ten lines, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked up Shu Zhou

said: "This is a beautiful thing. How can Zi Shu reward you?"

--coming.

Zhou Zishu suddenly raised his clothes and knelt down on the ground.

Duan Peng's movement was unknown, so he had to follow his knees.

Helian frowned, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Zishu whispered as though he was in a state of weakness: "Chen, but

I ask the emperor to appreciate the grace."

Helien laughed and said, "Get up and talk, you have been born and died for

my Daqing years. Except for this country, what can't I promise you? Let

me talk."

Zhou Zishu got up straight, but he was still kneeling, and then unbuttoned

the robe's jacket silently. As soon as the thick and impenetrable robe was

untied\, a burst of **** gas rushed to his face\, and he was healed to stop

bleeding The body blew again because of the bumps on the road.

He Lianchi stood up for a while: "Zishu!"

Duan Pengju was already scared.

Zhou Zishu opened his palm again, and on his long palm lay the last Qiqi

Sanqiu nail, saying, "The emperor and his own hit six. If the seventh is

also entered, I am afraid that they will not reach the palace and the

emperor. He resigned, and asked the emperor to give grace to ask Pengju

to help him succeed. "

He was so stunned for a long time that she couldn't say a word. After a

while, she sat back and looked up at the beam of the study, whispering to

herself: "Yunxing is far northwest, Beiyuan ... Bei Yuan is gone, do you

even have to leave now? "

Zhou Zishu silently said nothing.

Hellenheim was silent for a while, and sighed, "Well, you are alone."

Zhou Zishu continued: "Emperor, you don't need to worry about the

skylight. Pengju has been following me all these years. I can trust and

have the ability ..."

Duan Peng interrupted him by cutting his mouth: "Zhuangzhuang!

Zhuangzhuang, you can't say that, my old paragraph has no such idea! You

... you can't ..."

Zhou Zishu said lowly: "The Qiqiao and Sanqiu nails, Sanqiu will break

his intestine, and he will not bow when he opens his bow--"

He bowed and gave Helian a slap, but he did not raise his head when he

finished, and said in his mouth, "Read the servants for so many years of

service.

Hellen stared at the blood-gourd-like person, and at that moment no one

knew what the right emperor was thinking-those years were cautious,

those years were exhausted, those years raged, those years were bitter and

cold In those years ... and finally he came to the world, but everyone was

gone, only he was left.

Everyone cannot escape the impermanence of the world, and the

abandonment of years.

After a short while, he closed his eyes and waved.

Zhou Zishu gave a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Thank Lord Ron."

He seemed to have encountered something very happy, with a pale flush on

his pale face, turned to Duan Pengju cheerfully, and shoved the last nail

into his hand: "Come on."

Duan Peng lifted his teeth for a long while, then gritted his teeth, raised

the dark red unknown nails, and nailed them into the flesh and blood of his

landlord. He knew that it was extremely painful, and I ’ve seen it all these

years. I couldn't stand this, but couldn't help screaming, but Zhou Zishu

just flinched a little, still straight up, no screams, only a few squeaks.

He even felt that Zhou Zishu was smiling in that stuffy hum.

Duan Pengju felt that the owner was crazy.

Zhou Zishu slowed for a while, and finally worshiped Helien, a face as

white as paper.

The strength in his body was receding quickly, the numbness began to rise

slowly, and he said the last four words: "Take care of the emperor."

Later, without waiting for He Lianji to reply, he strode out of the study

room, as brisk as if he had left some burdens, his figure flashed and

disappeared.

There is a secret in Qiqiao Sanqiu. No one knows this secret except Zhou

Zishu, and probably not many people will know it in the future. If seven

nails are nailed at a time, people will not be able to do so at the time. Zhou

Zishu, probably enough to take a breath to tell him to leave the palace, I'm

afraid he can't reach the gate of the palace.

But if you nail it every three months, let the nail grow into your body little

by little, become one with yourself, and slowly adapt, although you have

to blow out the wax after three years, but you can still get five. It's

successful, and you can speak and act like normal people, but you have to

endure the pain of eclipse bone erosion for 18 months.

I heard that the pain alone can make people crazy, but Zhou Zishu thought

happily that this rumor turned out to be wrong. At least he is not crazy

now, not only is not crazy, he feels that he does n’t seem to be so happy in

his life. Relaxing time.

The skylight will naturally have follow-up monitoring of the people who

asked to leave. Who, when and when to leave, where to settle, and where

to be buried, have detailed records, like a huge net. I won't be able to come

out for a lifetime.

Poor he died half his life, after all, he still has a few henchmen.

Zhou Zishu, the skylight leader propped up by the Emperor Rongjia in the

past, is a martial artist with high skill, and he is very good at easyhandling. When he walked into the crowd, no one recognized it.

And the most horrible shadow that walked in the palace disappeared from

the world in this way, and all that remained was a thin horse riding all the

way through the thatched wilderness and humming the country minor,

flattering. Homeless man.

Became the first person out of this horrible net.

He wore a not-so-exquisite human leather mask on his face, and smeared

himself with a pale and yellowish look. He seemed to be a sick man who

could kick his legs at any time. He looked at the water while drinking

water by the river and felt it was appropriate. My true situation, the more I

saw the more satisfied, I took a sheep out of a set of coarse clothes at the

roadside farmer's house, took off the original brocade, burned it, and tied a

half-rusted hip flask on the waist, which contained half A jug of crudely

made jug.

I remembered that I had been hidden in the palace for many years. I had

never walked the river or lake with my first name, and I did n’t even have

to change my name, so I happily got on the road.

He had nowhere to go. He said that Jiangnan is good, so he wanted to go to

Jiangnan to see, stop and do all the tricks to rob the rich, help the poor, and

go through Kaifeng, walk in Penglai, and slowly, more than three months,

until Caoqing Lily Jiangnan.

As soon as I arrived, I dived into the wine cellar on the first floor of the

world, tasted the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and was drunk and

dreamy. It was beautiful, but I felt that this day was no better.

After more than ten days, I drank too much for a while, and almost found

my whereabouts. I also felt that although the wine was good, after all, it

was soft and less interesting, so I left my silver and left the wine cellar.

After more than ten days, the image was even worse. He wore a sickly

ghost's face and accompanied the insignificant facial features with him,

which was an authentic look and a suit of clothes. After more than ten days

in the wine, it almost became a distiller's grain, and the messy hair

drooped down like a beggar.

So when sitting on the side of the road with his eyes closed and basking in

the sun, there was actually a little fat baby who walked past him, and came

back abruptly, hit him, and found a piece from his body. The copper plate

was pinched in his hand, but he didn't know where to put it. After

searching for a long time, he asked, "Uncle, what is your bowl?"

He was immediately taken away by an adult at home, only to let him cry

and laugh.

Many years have passed, and the friends and caring people of the past have

either died or left the country. Zhou Zishu leaned on the corner of the wall,

stretched his limbs, and basked in the warm sun, with a smile on his

mouth. I began to wonder, what are the plans for so many years?

When I was young, I always felt that I was an extraordinary talent. I took

everything from myself to me, I was so clever, I knew what I was doing,

and I was very knowledgeable. I did n’t seem to have a career. The next

life is like this, but now when I think about it, what do I want to do?

What's left?

However, I gave up my free body and made a royal slave to the royal

family. I went around and lost everything I had. So far, I have no

loneliness, and I have deliberately tried to redeem myself. I still think I

can do it. Quite smart.

Suddenly he felt sad again, only to feel that there was no more stupid

person in the world, but he could not be stupid.

How many years haven't been the case, my brain was empty and

sunbathing on the roadside? The ridiculous pedestrians on the side of the

road are all in a hurry, rushing back and forth like death, it's even more

anxious than he is farting fast.

Just listening to the restaurant next to it, a woman said crisply, "My son,

look at that man. If he says he wants food, he doesn't even have a broken

bowl. If he doesn't, then he sits all morning in Babadi. , Do nothing, just

smirk, isn't it a fool? "

Although Zhou Zishu now has only half of his kung fu, his ear strength is

still as good as that year. Although the woman was separated by a noisy

street and the voice was not loud, he told him to listen to it without a word.

Before he could laugh at himself secretly, the next moment, another man

said, "He's sunbathing."

The man's voice was very nice, low and deep, spitting words very slowly,

but not sticky.

Zhou Zishu couldn't help looking up, and saw the second floor of the

restaurant on the street leaning on the railing. A beautiful girl in purple

clothes was sitting opposite a man in a gray coat. The man's face was

slightly pale, but his eyes were very Black, as if the light had been sucked

in. This black and white is clear. It seems that it is not like a living person.

Zhou Zishu looked up so closely that his eyes met him.

The gray-clad man missed his eyes expressionlessly, then turned his head

expressionlessly, intently eating the food on the table.

Zhou Zishu couldn't help laughing, saying that the vast sea of ??people

even met a confidant.

The girl in purple clothes still had a pair of big watery glasses on him.

After a long while, she couldn't help it, and when she knew the gray man,

she jumped to the underground floor and ran to Zhou Zishu, saying: "I'm

asking, how about I invite you to dinner?"

Zhou Zishu looked at her lazily and shook her head: "Xiaoshan, you might

as well invite me to drink."

The girl in purple smiled sweetly and turned back to the upstairs and

shouted, "My son, what a fool you call me a good man!"

It's a pity that the gray-clad man didn't seem to hear it. He didn't give her a

single look, and only devoted himself to eating. It seemed like the sky was

falling and he couldn't obliterate his love for food.

The girl in purple asked, "Everyone else wants food. Why do you want

wine alone? What is good about wine, can you manage it?"

Because of her beautiful appearance, Zhou Zishu couldn't help but want to

say a few more words to her, and then said half-jokingly: "Drink red with

wine."

The girl in purple was stunned, and couldn't help but laugh and couldn't

stop laughing. She laughed as if the flowers were trembling. Zhou Zishu

felt that she was lucky. Jiangnan was really beautiful. She admired her and

shook her head, sighing: "Speaking full of beauty, you should show pity to

the Pharaoh. The girl is not grateful for her glee."

The girl was surprised, "Yeah, what are you talking about?" Then she

crouched down, quickly reached out to untie the hip flask from his waist,

ran to the restaurant, and came back a moment later.

Zhou Zishu would reach out to pick it up. Who knew that the girl quickly

withdrew her hand and laughed: "I ask you something. If you are right, I

will give you a jug and ask you to drink. If you are not right, I just

poisoned it and told you to drink and wear it. "

Zhou Zishu smiled bitterly. The girl was beautiful and beautiful, but she

was also indifferent. She asked, "My jug was won from an old man named

Huazi, and I don't know how many lice's bodies were in it. "If you like it,

take it. I won't do it anymore."

The girl in purple clothes turned her eyes, and said with a smile: "You tell

the girl to run for nothing, I'm angry, I'll kill you if I'm angry."

Zhou Zi was relieved, this is where the little magic star came from, Bai

looks like Tianxian, only to say: "You say."

"I ask you, why are you asking for food here? Why don't you have a

broken bowl of money beside you?"

Zhou Zishu raised her eyes and looked at her, and said, "When did I say I

wanted to eat? But I just took a corner to bask in the sun."

The girl in the purple clothes was stunned, and she went back to see the

man in the restaurant subconsciously. The man in the gray clothes was

obviously a very good ear. When they heard them, they paused, and there

was no other expression. Xiaji Rufei continued to concentrate on eating.

The girl looked up at the bright sky, a little confused: "How can I not see

what the sun can do?"

Zhou Zishu shook his head with a smile, stood up, stretched out his hand,

and gently and cleverly retrieved his broken jug. The girl uttered "Ahhh",

but she got the hand without warning, and looked with a little confusion.

To him, just listening to this man named Huazi-like said: "The girl is

young and naturally has a lot of things to do. You have to hurry to eat and

drink and keep your spirits up. I am a person with loess buried in my neck.

In addition to drinking, I have to eat and die, what do I do without the sun?

"

He took a sip of wine and smashed it twice, praising loudly, "Good wine,

thank you girl!"

After turning around and leaving, the girl in the purple clothes

subconsciously reached out to catch him. She thought that the kung fu was

good, but who knows that the person who caught it when she stretched out

her hands dangled in front of her. I came across, and when I saw it, Hanako

was already in the crowd and could no longer be found.

She wanted to catch up, but he heard the man above the restaurant whisper

softly, "Axiang, you can't do it, can't your eyesight? Still shameful."

His voice seemed to be whispering, and he didn't increase the volume

intentionally, but the voice passed from the high-rise building through the

noisy crowd to the girl's ears accurately. The girl in purple was downcast

and did not dare to make trouble in front of her master. After taking a final

look into the crowd, he turned around and went upstairs.

Zhou Zi dangled holding the jug and drunk all the way, Jiangnan is full of

water. He walked beside the small bridge, and glanced himself from the

water. He also felt that this pair of honors couldn't live with this place. It is

estimated that there would probably not be any inn willing to stay with

him, so he went all the way along the river to the outside of the city. There

are small fishing boats in the river, passing by passers-by.

This is precisely because there are many tourists on the spring day. He

didn't have time to go around. It was easy to see an old fisherman leaning

on the shore and walked over.

The old widower's awning boat was parked on the side, everyone was too

busy to deal with it, and I wondered why he had nothing to do when he

arrived here. He lay dozing on the shore, his straw hat buckled on his face,

only showing Dry white hair. Zhou Zishu then walked over, not in a hurry,

nor calling the old fisherman, just sitting next to him with one buttock,

waiting for him to wake up.

Who knew that for a while, the old fisherman couldn't lie down, and he

pulled the straw hat off his face angrily, staring at him bitterly, and cursed,

"Grandma, no Do you see I sleep? "

Zhou Zishu was not angry, saying, "Lao Zhang, business is here."

The old fisherman cursed again: "Your mother, do you keep your mouth

full of gas or fart? You won't say a word if you want to take a boat?"

Yanba stood up and twisted his waist twice, patted his buttocks, and then

looked back at Zhou Zishu still sitting on the ground, and he was furious

again: "Are you **** long on the ground?"

With a blink of an eye, Zhou Zishu understood why everyone was busy

ferrying, and only he was idle.

Standing up sullenly, following the old man, listening to his curse and

grinning in his mouth, and asked cheekily: "Lao, do you have any food?

Leftovers are fine, give me a bowl."

The old fisherman said rudely, "I'm still a hungry ghost."

So he took a piece of cake with tooth marks on it half of it and threw it

over. Zhou Zishu didn't disapprove. He followed him on the ship, took it

with a smile, and opened his mouth to bite.

The old fisherman rowed out the boat, glanced at Zhou Zishu, and said

ruthlessly, "Your mother."

Zhou Zi Shuman didn't care-he had done all kinds of life-seeking and

death-seeking things in this world, and he didn't care about anything, so if

the old fish wasn't doing anything in his mouth, he would all eat.

The Wupon boat quietly separated the river water\, and there was a ****

the other side of the river called Waoxian: "Water chestnuts, sell water

chestnuts." It was as if the light of the year was flowing slowly with this

river. Zhou Zishu thought that it was really worthwhile to die here. When

it happened.

When he passed by Penglai, he visited the legendary fairy mountain. He

thought about it on the mountainside at the time, but later felt that the

legendary apricot blossom and rainy Jiangnan had not been visited

carefully, and some losses caused him to go south to Jiangnan again. At

this moment, he suddenly had this kind of emotion, took a bite of the dry

and hard cake in his hand, and chewed for a long time with the help of his

cheeks. He swallowed it easily, shook his head, and thought again. He

looked at Jiangnan, Sanyue and Wuyue But I have n’t been there yet.

Then let go of the old feelings here.

Suddenly, the old fisherman seemed to be choked by spit, and the cursing

stopped, bowing his back, tilting his head slightly, and staring in one

direction without blinking.

Zhou Zishu was a little weird, so he slightly leaned out of the boat and

looked down his gaze.

I saw the old fisherman holding two people walking along the shore-the

man in the gray coat and the beautiful girl in the restaurant. Although the

old fisherman ’s hair was white, his eyes looked like electricity. Looking

closely, the temple hidden under the messy hair was slightly raised, the

palms were thick and the bones were knotted. Needless to say, Zhou Zishu,

as long as he was not blind, We can see that this old man is not easy.

It was not easy for him to stare at such vigilance, and the confidant

Pingshui who wanted to come and look at him from afar.

The beautiful girl would watch that although she was bouncing, she always

walked cautiously about a foot behind the man and did not dare to surpass.

Zhou Zishu glanced, and knew that the girl was a member of the gray suit

or a waiter. Although the girl was a bit arrogant, her appearance was quite

an appetite for him, but in the end it was someone else's. Examine more,

take a look back, and then deal with the dry cake in your hand.

Rivers and lakes, there is right and wrong everywhere, Chaotang is a

vanity market, and rivers and lakes are a right and wrong field. Some

people always do n’t understand this. It seems like riding a sword to go to

the end of the world is too much. With.

But right and wrong right now, what does it have to do with him who is

full of the family and not hungry?

Lao Yu froze, but Zhou Zishu felt a bit lonely, and he shouted, "Lao Zhang,

this cake is a bit salty, and you have more salt and coarse salt, so you can

add more."

The old fisherman scolded furiously: "Your mother, you ca n’t stop your

mouth from having such a big cake. You have to eat cake and return it to

his grandma. It ’s too horrible for you to starve your rabbit for three days. I

wo n’t say if you eat shit. Fragrant……"

He seemed to have a tendency to stop when he opened his mouth, and

Zhou Zishu laughed. He was also biting when he bite the dry cake, and felt

that he was a bit cheap.

Crossing the river but only a few copper plates, Zhou Zishu gave the old

fisherman a piece of broken silver. The old fisherman didn't feel ashamed

of it, and he walked away. The expression of the creditor on his face was

probably too disgusting. Give less money. Only when he got to the

opposite bank, the old fisherman rushed him down impatiently: "Hurry on,

don't delay Lao Tzu's business."

Zhou Zishu slowly threw the last piece of cake into his mouth, stretched

his waist, and got out of the cabin, saying vaguely, "Are you in a hurry?"

The pair of brass bells of the old fisherman stared, and they wanted to

swear and greet the posture of the ancestor's ancestor eighteenth

generation, but remembered what it was like. After all, he swallowed the

words and rowed the boat angrily. gone.

Thanks to this old thing, I do n’t know what to do here. With such a fake

identity, if he really lives by ferry, he must not be too poor to be pants.

Seeing the boat staggering away, Zhou Zishu calmly said, "Your mother."

He was mixed with a bunch of Sven scum in his whole life. It turned out

that he turned around and wiped the horns of Ziyun. He never spoke so

well in the broad daylight. At this time, he blurted out such a sentence, but

he felt very happy, as if the chest was all down It's like going out.

He was surprised to find that cursing the street turned out to be such a

comfortable thing, so he murmured again and again with a smile: "You

don't take money to handle things well, you don't eat shit."

After saying this, I touched this sentence for a while, only feeling

comfortable and full of scent, so I walked slowly along the river with

satisfaction.

Zhou Zishu traveled east and west for a whole day, and at night, he

wandered out of the city, and found a small pond, and washed his acid rot,

which he couldn't bear, so much that he looked like himself Personally, I

thought about finding a place to deal with for a night, and walked about a

mile away, and saw a run-down deserted temple, he went in, spread the

thatch, and shrank at the foot of my Buddha. Yawned and fell asleep.

Although he is fine now, he can sleep until the next day when he touches

thatched head, but it still has to be disturbed by no one. In the middle of

the night, a sound of footsteps and vocals not far away still made him

noisy. Woke up.

Three people appeared at the gate of the deserted temple\, and a **** smell

came to his face. Zhou Zishu opened his eyes and frowned.

The wounded man wore a bucket bucket, I do n’t know if he was

conscious. The whole man was framed by a fourteen-five-and-a-half-yearold boy. The young man seemed to have some kung fu, but he was too

weak to breathe like sick cow Holding the injured person, an elderly

woman dressed next to him, holding a cloth bag in her arms, jogged all the

way.

The moment the boy entered the temple door, he looked like a frightened

beast, sweeping his eyes carefully. Zhou Zishu was lying in the shadow of

the Buddha statue, his breath was very light, and the boy did not pay

attention to him at first, low He said to the man with the fight: "Uncle Li,

let's hide here for a while, I see your injury ..."

Before he finished speaking, the half-life person broke free from the

teenager, encouraged to stand upright, and clenched his fists in the

direction of Zhou Zishu with both hands: "Cough ... this friend ..."

When he raised his head, his voice suddenly stopped, and Zhou Zishu also

saw clearly. This man was the old fisherman who had ferryed him. There

was a knife wound on the back of his chest. The whole person was ****

gourd, and he sat up straight. :"It's you?"

The old fisherman smiled bitterly: "His mother, you want Hanako ..."

The voice didn't fall, and the whole person flew forward. The teenager was

busy reaching out to help, but he was exhausted, and he was brought to the

ground by his together. The voice brought a crying voice: "Uncle Li ..."

The old fisherman twitched a whole body, Zhou Zi could not help but

leaned up, and saw his blood flowing out with a strange purple, even his

lips were iron blue, and frowned.

The old fisherman smiled reluctantly and whispered: "You **** still a

man, why are there so many pee? Lao Tzu ... I haven't died yet ..."

The woman on the side also said in tears: "Uncle Li, if you have a threepronged or two-pronged one, who can we expect from our young master?"

The old fisher stared at her, took a hard breath, and said tremblingly to the

young man, "I'm ... unpromising ... I just received my father's favor and

paid my life. Something else ... "He coughed, and before he coughed, his

body twitched once," boy, you remember ... "

Before I remember anything, there was a rush of footsteps at the door of

the temple again. A man in black strode in. The black man had never been

masked, and had a scar on his face. I saw these three people at the end of

the road, the cat. He wandered like a mouse: "Wow, you run far."

The boy gritted his teeth and drew a sword from his waist, and rushed like

a man in black: "I killed you!"

It's amazing. It's a three-legged cat. It looks very aura with thick eyebrows

and big eyes, but the person is clumsy. He didn't make a move, and he was

taken lightly by the weapon. On his lower abdomen, the cat flew him as far

as a cat.

The teenager then got up and yelled ashamed, but without fear, he rushed

up bare-handed.

Lao Yu was anxious, and seemed to want to get up, but was too hurt,

moved a bit, and fell heavily to the ground.

The man in black sneered: "Is the little rabbit grandpa still biting?" He

flashed sideways, bent his claws, grabbed the young man's heart, and his

hand badge was not like flesh and blood in the moonlight, faint. The blue

cold light hurts the killer.

Zhou Zishu didn't want to worry about his business. He wanted to have a

fate with the old fisherman after all. The teenager was young and he didn't

want to see him die at this age. He already had a small stone in his hand

and his palm. I flipped it before it popped out, and suddenly a whistle

whistleed, and the man in black turned his eyes flatly, and turned over

flatly, and the young man emptied.

Where the man in black was standing, a one-inch long lotus-shaped hidden

device was nailed.

Just listening to a young girl Jiao Didi said, "Good guy, even in the middle

of the night, there is such a shameless person who bullies the old woman

and the weak in the wilderness."

As soon as Zhou Zishu moved, the sound was familiar—the little pebble

that had not been shot back was taken back, and he lay back slowly,

watching the change.

The man in black twitched his face and his eyes jumped abruptly—Zhou

Zishu felt that the scar on his face was scarred, his face was a bit stiff, like

a stroke, and a bit ridiculous in the fierce, only listening to his anger

"Where did the little **** come from?"

The young girl smiled. Zhou Zishu fixed his eyes and saw a purple figure

flashing at the door. It was the little girl who threatened to poison him

today. She felt that she had this adventure today. In this deserted temple

His grievances and hatreds were as small as half of them.

I don't know where the master of this girl in purple clothes went, she tilted

her head, leaned against the door innocently, her fingertips wrapped

around her argument, and gently scratched her face with her index finger,

laughing: "Old Bitch, you are not ashamed, you bully others, old people

and children, and you are going to die. "

The old fisherman didn't know he was suffocated. He scolded people

vividly during the day. This would hear people say that he was "dead", and

actually fell to the ground as if he was dying.