Faraway Wanderers Chapter 3: Desert temple

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.

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