Zhou Zishu jumped in his heart, suddenly excited about meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for years.
Wen Kexing asked indifferently: "Hey, isn't it that Gu Xiang and Zhang Chengling are in this place, it's not necessary to waste time. They should just bring the two little broken children out directly. Is this place a Lord's Manor or something? "
Zhou Zi Shu said nothing, and in his heart, he felt that Wen Kexing was really someone whose guesses always seemed correct.
When Wen Kexing heard the word "Shaman", it was a shock. What "Shaman" was in his person? Could it really be the mysterious Shaman of South Xinjiang?
-This Central Plains martial realm was really getting more and more chaotic.
Too late to think about it, Wen Kexing followed Zhou Zishu into the inner hall and pushed open an old wooden door. There was a small yard and a row of osmanthus flowers. When they entered, they smelled a pleasant fragrance. They were brought into a room and when they opened the curtain, the heat from inside rushed at once. Wen Kexing looked up and saw that there were two men besides Gu Xiang and Zhang Chengling.
His gaze involuntarily fell on the man in black, but it was only for a moment. the next second, the two nodded at the same time to each other as an act to show concession.
Wen Kexing looked at another person casually, thinking that this was probably the "Lord Seventh" that the shopkeeper said. At this glance, he couldn't help but be secretly amazed. He had seen a lot of good-looking people in the world, but none of them could compare to this person. His eyebrows were so beautiful, It was a little frivolous, and he was rather overwhelmed by the expensive around this person. It exposed a little indescribable romantic style. The word "Zhilan Yushu" was just for him.
Lord Seventh gave him a handful of smiles, looked at his face again, and said with emotion: "I haven't seen you for many years, Zishu, your taste has become what more and more people dare not agree with"
Zhou Zishu laughed. He reached out his hand and gently wiped off the human skin mask on his face, put it in his arms, and smiled bitterly: "For so many years, i dared to wear a beauty face 'hidden head and exposed tail', to everyone except for one silly boy Jiuxiao. "
His junior brother Liang Jiuxiao who died in the Battle of Beijing at that time was the biggest regret of his life. Zhou Zishu never dared to mention about him, as if it had been so long, and the scene was like a dream, but now facing the Lord Seventh, it seemed like he was back to the capital of the thirty-month-long Wangyue River. Those old people and old memories flashed in front of him one after another, that he didn't know when he blurted out and said the other person's name.
Speaking out, in fact, it was nothing, except that his chest seemed empty like it was missing a piece.
Lord Seventh smiled, sighed, and looked at Zhou Zishu again before frowning: "How do you manage this look?"
Zhou Zishu shook his head and smiled: "It's hard to say a word, maybe ... I'm getting old."
Wen Kexing was a good man. When it comes to beautiful men, he admires them whole heartedly but felt that this "Lord Seventh" waa absolutely terrible, so at this moment he is inexplicably dissatisfied. He thought, for so long that if it wasn't for Yu Qiu and others who were embarrassed, he was afraid that he would never have had the chance to see the true face of Zhou Zishu yet this man came and with just a few words, he wiped his human skin mask away and said his real name ...
Ping An asked the two of them to sit down and gave them tea. They only listened to Lord Seventh who asked, "Is it always good in Beijing?"
Zhou Zishu leaned on the back of the chair. At this moment, it seemed as if his whole body was relaxed, and he slowly said, "People who have good skills and those who have good looks emerged. Princess Jing'an married to Xiao Hou Ye Yunxing, and the couple went far northwest. They have considered settle there, the emperor is also very good. He was just delivered of a little prince this year, but I was going to attend the Third prince birthday but couldn't make it"
one-on-one, both of were unhurried. The Shaman didn't interrupt, but listened in silence from the side, the incense burner seemed to slow down as time passed.
Wen Kexing felt that there was a strange aura between the two men. He had never seen such a quiet and unscathed Zhou Zishu sitting there simply drinking tea and gossiping, feeling that they had not seen each other for many years. They were obviously acquaintances and old friends who met after so long, but there was no joy at meeting. It seemed like they both had a lot in common abd could understand each other perfectly well.
He concluded that this "Lord" was not pleasing to his eyes, and asked himself, where his little white face came from? He only called himself Lord Seventh and did not dare to reveal even his first names and surnames. That was definitely not a good thing.
The other three people all stared at him for a while. The slightest feeling of nostalgia on Lord Seventh's face had not faded, as he asked, "Who is this?"
Zhou Zishu hesitated for a moment before he said, "He's just ... a friend ..."
However, before he said this, Wen Kexing suddenly grabbed Zhou Zishu's hand which was on the small table and placed it on his chest. He squinted at Zhou Zi and said, "Friends from the rivers and lakes? Is that all i am to you Ah xu?
At that moment, the expression on Lord Seventh's face could be said to be “amazed”, and even the Shaman who had been silent for a while paused, and his black eyes swept between them, until finally, his eyes were strangely set at Zhou Zishu's hand that Wen Kexing was pulling.
Zhou Zishu freed his other hand and tapped gently on Wen Kexing's elbow. He forced him to release his hand, and then continued to hold the tea bowl calmly. Generally speaking, "He is called Wen Kexing. He sometimes acts insane and always talk nonsense. Lord Seventh shouldn't be surprised. "
Qiye was dumbfounded for a while before he finally couldn't stand it, and said, "Pengin, why are you just looking there? Refill more water to Zhou Gongzi's cup"
Lord Seventh continued to sigh as though he wanted to begin something: " I don't know what it looks like now In that year since I left Beijing Beijing was in a hurry. You and I once agreed on the high-rise building that if you come to Japan, you will both get drunk. However, I have waited for long in Nanjiang bit it seemed like you have no intention to come. "
Immediately afterwards, his voice turned, and Lord Seventh's eyes narrowed, as he deliberately said: "Zishu, you missed the appointment, but I never did, and now you remember that you should ask me to find a thin beautiful girl for you. I saw quite a lot, I don't know ... "
The Shaman gave a cough, and even a little smile appeared on his cold face. Zhou Zishu felt that he couldn't wait any longer, so he stood up and hurriedly joined his hand and fist together, and said quickly: "Ah ..., Lord Seventh just arrived Dongting, You must be tired, we will not disturb ... "
Lord Seventh said: "Actually we are not tired at all."
Wen Kexing shouted at the same time: "What? You really said that, A Su?"
Immediately, the room was silent, and a few people widened their eyes wide, until Gu Xiang, who was impatient suddenly patted Zhang Chengling's head, who was completely absent-minded, and said with emotion: "This is how much Acacia knows in one night. Xiaochengling, I think it's up to the two of us to rescue Brother Cao. This group of people are only interested in fighting for love, they're totally unreliable. "
Wen Kexing only felt that this person was being cunning and it was irrelevant to stay herw. The more he looked at him, the more displeased by him he was so he pulled Zhou Zishu and said, "Yes, yes, don't disturb ther rest, we still have somethings to do ..."
The Shaman smiled and shook his head, while laying down his hands and holding the chess pieces, He stood up and said, "Zhou Zhuang, while looking at you, I noticed all isn't well, i can describe your situation as stagnant, can i explore your veins?"
Zhou Zi was relieved, but Wen Kexing held his hand tightly.
Da Wu said: "I need to look at you to be able to say it correctly, Mr. Zhou Zhuang, I look at you and it seems your life force is exhausted. What happened?"
Wen Kexing heard those words and slowly let go of Zhou Zishu, his unruly complexion looked pale.
Lord Seventh suddenly said, "Why, He Lian wouldn't even let you go?"
'Helian' is the name of the current emperor, and he just it blurted out indifferently. However, no one noticed the details at the moment. All the people who knew or did not know were watching Zhou Zishu.
Zhou Zishu had to smile a little, stretched his wrists, laid it flat, and handed it to Da Wu, and smiled: "Qiye, what is this question? what kind of person is he ... aren't you more clear in that aspect than me? "
The Shaman put three fingers on Zhou Zishu's pulse. He frowned and his brows tightened. It took a long time before he let go of him. He sighed softly, and asked, "I've heard that the skylight has a seven-knack, three-kill ..."
"Good."
"You nailed one every three months, and left it to grow inside your body, allowing your meridians to die bit by bit, so that you won't be won't be sloppy and can still save fifty percent of your martial arts, didn't you?"
Lord Seventh's eyelids jumped, Zhou Zishu still smiled: "The Shaman has good eyesight."
The Shaman ignored him, but just put his hands on his back and slowly paced around the room. Wen Kexing suddenly felt a little panic, opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, but Lord Seventh asked for him: "Wuxi, Do you have a way? "
Ye Baiyi had already said this once, Zhou Zishu waved his hand and expressed his unwillingness to listen to it again. Yet when the shaman just spoke, he didn't say it but after all, he still had a little hope in his heart, otherwise he would not have handed over his wrist.
He didn't know when it started--perhaps it was the noisy people around him, maybe it was a mix of many disturbing things, but he became nostalgic for the world.
At this moment, when he heard Dawu's words, he felt a little bit upset in his heart, and simply laughed, "I should have known this earlier. If I had known that Dawu was so amazing and the nails could be pulled out, the skylight would be changed. A safer way is to leave no fish missing. "
Dawu looked at him with a pair of black eyes, still thinking about the countermeasures carefully. Without answering, Zhou Zishu nodded to Lord Seventh and said, "Let's leave first. We shall see you later."
They came to the door and suddenly heard the Shaman say, "Wait, ..."
Zhou Zishu was still okay. Wen Kexing had grabbed him. His iron-like hoop was on Zhou Zishu's wrist, and he nailed him in place. He turned back and asked politely: "What is the Shaman thinking? "
The big witch hesitated a moment before he said: "Zhou Zhuang, if ... if you abandon all your skills, maybe i have a slight chance of keeping you alive ..."
When Zhou Zishu heard the words "abandoned his skill", an indescribable smile floated on his pale face. He raised his hand to stop his voice, and gently asked: "Abandon my skills?. What else do I have ? Am I still me without my skills? If not, why would I bother living? "
Then he broke away from Wen Kexing and turned away. The Shaman wanted to say more, but he still didn't say it, instead, he turned it into an inaudible sigh.
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