Chapter 45: Hope

Zhou Zishu frowned and looked at his shaken palm. When Ye Baiyi turned back, he said coolly, "Yes, you finally forced him to death. Are you satisfied?"
Only Wen Kexing had a bit of conscience, bent down and picked Zhang Chengling up, palms against his back heart, and a thin ray of instinct hit him into the body. After a while, he gently "snucked". With a sound, he said, "This boy ... the meridians are inherently much wider than the average person, is it a wizard?"
Zhou Zishu said: "Yes, he was injured by Charisma that time, and I found out when I helped him adjust his breath."
He took Zhang Chengling from Wen Kexing. The teenager was pale, his eyebrows were still wrinkled tightly, and his trousers were hung above his ankles, which was a little cramped, like just a month and a half of work, he grew taller again. Some more. Zhang Chengling was born in the Zhang family and was the only son of Zhang Daxia. For so many years, he should not have been so bad. When Zhou Zishu healed him that day, he found that the foundation of the child ’s internal strength was so strong that he did n’t use it. Out.
It's like a young child with a sharp weapon but no chicken hands.
Ye Baiyi was also very interested in seeing this. He stretched out a hand and pinched Zhang Chengling up and down, wondering: "There are such people in the world, their brains are stupid, but their bones and bones are very good. God is asking him to let him OK, or is it bad for him? "
Then he took a look at Zhou Zishu and said, "He has a wide and smooth meridian, which is an excellent material, but his perception is too poor, but it is more difficult to touch the door than others ... Well, you can force him a little bit, anyway I can't die in half. "
Fortunately, Zhang Chengling passed out.
Because of Zhang Chengling, the other three decided to find a place to live on the same day, and waited for the little ghost to enter the mountain. In the middle of the night, Zhou Zishu was woke up by the nails on his body as usual. He curled up into a ball, pressed his fingers on his chest, and did not adjust the internal force to suppress it. He just lay on the bed with his eyes open, looking at the moonlight that shot into the window. It looked like a daze—feeling those nails on my heart.
Compared with the past, Qiqiao Sanqiu's nails are now not only painful. The original feeling of someone stirring with a small knife in his chest seems to be lessened, or he may be numb to it, and Gradually, a feeling was felt as if something was pressing on his chest, and the breath became no longer smooth, and it seemed more and more obvious these days.
Zhou Zishu knew that this was a symptom—in three years, he had gone for less than a half.
A long time ago, he always thought that the extra three years was a kind of grace, but now he knows that this is another kind of torture.
It ’s not terrible to die—in the past two decades, it ’s not easy for him to live to this day. All the methods he used to force Zhang Chengling to learn kung fu were the ones he experienced as a kid, even harsher, even he did n’t have the child That talent can bear those harshness unscathed. He has experienced enough things so that he can not fear anyone or anything in this world, he is not afraid to live, what is terrible to die?
What made him uncomfortable, however, was that it would take days to die for the past three years.
He has endured so much, he has a firm mind, never had death, but he has to wait for death in the most free, carefree, and most wanton days, isn't it ironic?
Zhou Zishu found that this was probably another stupid thing he did.
At this moment, his door was knocked gently from the outside, Zhou Zi was relieved-Wen Kexing and Ye Baiyi never knocked on the door. He got up from the bed, a dull pain in his chest, almost let him lie back, Zhou Zishu clenched the sheets unconsciously with one hand, took two deep breaths, and insisted that his vitality would press the feeling of suffocation After going back, he opened the door with a somber face.
Zhang Chengling stood outside, hesitantly holding up a hand, as if to knock again, and the door opened. When he saw Zhou Zishu's face was not good, he immediately seemed to have done something wrong with himself. Guilt bowed his head in pain, and a mosquito buzzed in his mouth, "Master."
Zhou Zishu frowned, and asked, "What do you do?"
Zhang Chengling swiped down at the corner of his mouth, showing an expression of crying, "Master, I just woke up ... I can't sleep."
Zhou Zishu clasped his hands on his chest, leaned against the door frame, and sneered: "So ... you mean, let me sing a lullaby to coax you to sleep?"
Zhang Chengling's head was buried lower, Zhou Zishu was simply worried that his neck would be broken. At this time, it was already deep winter. Even in the middle of Shu, it was quite cold in the middle of the night. Zhou Zishu suffered internal injuries, some were not cold-resistant, only felt that the small wind was blowing on him, and he was still a little cold. At the same time, looking at Zhang Chengling impatiently, he asked, "Can you hurry up, have something to say, and fart quickly?"
Zhang Chengling whispered: "Master, I dreamed of my father again, it's been so long. Why do you say I haven't forgotten it? Am I particularly unpromising?"
Zhou Zishu froze for a while, Zhang Chengling thought he didn't want to care about himself, and secretly raised his head to look at him. He regretted that he ran over so rashly, only to find that Zhou Zishu stepped aside and gave him a gentle nod. Head and motioned him into the room.
Zhang Chengling followed him like a pardon.
Zhou Zishu lit the lamp, and there was no water in the room, so he picked up a cup, took off the jug, poured half a glass of wine, and handed it to Zhang Chengling. Zhang Chengling didn't know his liquor, and drank it. He felt that a small fire burned from his throat all the way into his stomach. At that time, his face became red and he was speechless.
Zhou Zishu looked at him stupidly, his flat face couldn't help but loosen slightly, and turned his head and smiled slightly.
This is the first time that Zhang Chengling has seen him as a "Master Yan", and smiled at him with his own face. He didn't even dare to come out and looked at him stupidly.
When Jiangnan met in the past, he was helpless. He was the only man beside him who talked to others and talked about himself, so he was like a drowning man who caught a life-saving straw. Can't stop wanting to be close, but I'm afraid that I'm annoying-although Master does seem to be annoying him all the time, slowly, this cautiously becomes awe, every time I talk to him, I must tremble.
But even so, every time he felt sad, he couldn't help coming to him—in Zhang Chengling's heart, Master and Dad really looked different from head to toe, but for some reason, he just felt that they were the same. People.
Tall, powerful, and ... good for him.
Zhang Chengling said, "Master, let's follow Senior Ye to the divination village and ask about Liulijia. After asking about things many years ago, do you know why they are killing my father?"
Zhou Zishu raised an eyebrow, avoiding stress and said lightly, "Who knows then."
Zhang Chengling frowned, meditating for a while, and said, "Master, do you say that someone will kill someone for no reason? I think so much, they want to kill my father, is it because my father has done something bad?"
Zhou Zishu thought about it, the question was too big, he stopped him, and for a moment I didn't know what to say. Looking down at the little ghost, he still looked sad and frowning, and then raised his collar. , Dragged him out of the house, and said, "Since you sleep a lot during the day, and now you are so tired that you ca n’t close your eyes, it would be better for the stupid bird to fly first and practice well. I think I'm not enough to force you, so you can have energy have a bee in one's bonnet."
He said, grabbing a handful of small stones from the ground, and suddenly bent to Zhang Chengling and bounced out, Zhang Chengling was dodged, and he was in the middle of his head, "Ouch", when the small stones arrived again, he had to climb the ground with flashes. Open, just listen to his demon master shouting: "I don't have the trick of" dog eating / "in my kung fu."
Zhang Chengling had no time to think about it. He could only cope with the small stones covered by Luo Di's net that day. Until Zhou Zishu finished playing with a stone, he was relieved. Before he could spit it out completely, he Listening to Zhou Zishu said: "You are the Liuyun Jiugongbu? The spiders climb better than you! The first few styles look like a little, what are the last few styles? You are here, give me from beginning to end Walk again and interrupt your dog leg by mistake! "
Zhang Chengling was frightened and scared. He was like a toddler. He had to think carefully before raising his leg. He walked more carefully than the old lady with a lame leg, lest she step on the ground like an ant. He had to sneak a glance at Zhou Zishu from time to time, always worried that he suddenly got into trouble and really broke his dog's leg.
Zhou Zishu sat down, and his heart was really unproductive. His chest was still stuffy, and he couldn't help it. He turned his head and coughed, and his pale side face floated with ominous blood. It seemed a bit shocking.
At this moment, he just felt warm behind him, and then turned around, and saw Wen Kexing wondering when he was standing behind him, wrapped a big badger around him, and quietly sat beside him. After a while, Wen Ke Xing asked headlessly: "Does it hurt?"
Zhou Zishu said, "Otherwise, you try?"
Wen Kexing suddenly tentatively reached out his hand and gently lifted his placket. Zhou Zishu didn't know why and didn't avoid it. He just sat there, shaking his hip flask with half a pot of wine. Wen Kexing saw his chest as thin as a finger, and the nail nailed to the top of his chest, his eyes flashed, and he took a deep breath and closed his placket again.
The two sat side by side, but at the moment were relatively speechless.
After a while, Wen Kexing asked: "I said, after so many years, it was so hard for me to find such a fate, can you not die?"
Zhou Zishu asked: "Is it up to me?"
Wen Kexing stopped speaking, and suddenly he sighed and looked away, as if he didn't want to see Zhou Zishu anymore, his eyes only stared at Zhang Chengling, who wobbled right and left like a baby in the yard, and picked it up from the ground. A pile of stones popped up in the middle of Zhang Chengling's buttocks, and then said: "Little devil, the so-called light body kung fu, in the final analysis, is a word of" quick ". Are you embroidering there, is it light footwork? It ’s all imaginary. Maybe there ’s a footwork for jumping the god. You ’re a good step. Is it slow and useful?

Zhang Chengling looked at the two of them aggrievedly, and found that the two had differences not only in terms of practicing qi, but also in terms of practicing light power, and this day could hardly pass.
Wen Kexing kept saying "Hurry up" beside him, holding a small stone and chasing after him. Although Zhou Zishu didn't say a word, he could not stay away from Zhang Chengling's feet, waiting to see him wrong, with excuses. Break his leg--
This place is thrilling.
Zhang Chengling sighed silently, and suddenly remembered that his long-cherished wish was not to be a master of masterpieces. If it were not for the sudden tragedy of the Zhang family, he would only want to open a snack shop in the future to support his family and honor his father. Welcome to send.
He never dared to say this wish, but now he is almost timid even thinking about it.
Early the next morning, Ye Baiyi ate eight cages of buns and drank two bowls of porridge from the sea. Finally, when Zhou Zishu and the three of them were preparing to change tables, he announced that they would take them into the mountain today—he already wanted Figure out how to break the formation outside the Xinzhuang.
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