Only Wen Kexing had a bit of conscience. He bent down, picked Zhang Chengling up and placed his palms against his back. A thin ray of energy entered him into his body. After a while, he gently "snucked". With a sound, he said, "This boy. meridians are inherently much wider than the average person, is he a protege?"
Zhou Zishu said: "Yes, he was injured by Charisma that time, and I found out about when I helped him adjust his breathing."
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. In just a month and a half, he grew taller again. Zhang Chengling was born into 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 but it was useless since he didn’t use it.
Ye Baiyi was also very interested in seeing this. He stretched out a hand and pinched Zhang Chengling up and down his body wondering: "There are such people in the world, their brains are stupid, but their bones are very good. With this gift, is it bad for him or not? "
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, and it will be more difficult for him than others ... Well, you can force him a little bit, anyway he won't die "
Fortunately, Zhang Chengling passed out.
Because of Zhang Chengling, the other three decided to find a place to stay and waited for the little kid to recover in the mountain. In the middle of the night, Zhou Zishu was woken up by the nails on his body as usual. He curled up into a ball, pressed his fingers on his chest, but 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 through the window. He was in a daze—feeling those nails on my heart.
Compared to the past, Qiqiao Sanqiu's nails are now that painful. The original feeling of someone stirring with a small knife in his chest seemed to have lessened, or he may have become numb to it Gradually, a feeling was felt as if something was pressing on his chest, and his breath became difficult, and it seemed more and more obvious these days.
Zhou Zishu knew that this was a symptom—in three years, he had lived 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 was another kind of torture.
He was not afraid to die—in the past two decades, it was 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, because even as a child, he didn’t have the innate talent to bear those harshness unscathed. He has experienced enough things so that he did not fear anyone or anything in this world, he was not afraid to live, or to die.
What made him uncomfortable, however, was that it was different now. He had endured so much, he had a firm mind, never feared death, but now he had to wait for death in his most carefree, and most wanton days, wasn'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 surprised. We Kexing and Ye Baiyi never knocked on the door. He got up from the bed, a dull pain in his chest, almost making 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 forward, he opened the door with a somber face.
Zhang Chengling stood outside, hesitantly holding up a hand, as if to knock again when the door opened. When he saw Zhou Zishu's face was not good, he immediately seemed to have regretted coming over. Feeling guilty, he bowed his head in pain, and spoke lime a mosquito buzzed in his mouth, "Master."
Zhou Zishu frowned, and asked, "What do you you want?"
Zhang Chengling swiped down at the corner of his mouth, showing an expression of pity, "Master, I just woke up ... I can't go back to sleep."
Zhou Zishu clasped his hands on his chest, leaned against the door frame, and sneered: "So ... you mean you want me to 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. it was quite cold in the middle of the night. Zhou Zishu suffered internal injuries, some were not cold-resistant. He only felt that the small wind was blowing on him, but he was still a little cold. At the same time, looking at Zhang Chengling impatiently, he asked, "Can you hurry up, if you have something to say, say it quickly?"
Zhang Chengling whispered: "Master, I dreamed of my father again, it's been so long. Why haven't forgotten i it? Am I particularly useless?"
Zhou Zishu froze for a while, Zhang Chengling thought he didn't want to care about him, 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 and motioned him into the room.
Zhang Chengling followed him like a puppy.
Zhou Zishu lit the lamp. There was no water in the room, so he picked up a cup, took off a jug, poured half a glass of wine, and handed it to Zhang Chengling. Zhang Chengling didn't know it was 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, as he turned his head and smiled slightly.
This was the first time that Zhang Chengling had seen him smile at him with his own face. He didn't even dare to breathe and simply looked at him stupidly.
When he met Master at Jiangnan in the past, he was helpless. He was the only man beside him saved him so he couldn't help himself from wanting to be close to him, but Master seemed to be annoying him all the time, slowly, this cautiousness towards him became awe that every time he talked to him, he would always tremble.
But even so, every time he felt sad, he couldn't help coming to him—in Zhang Chengling's heart, his Master and father 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 Lapis amor. After asking about things many years ago, do you know why they were trying to kill my father?"
Zhou Zishu raised an eyebrow and said lightly, "Who knows then."
Zhang Chengling frowned, meditating for a while, and said, "Master, do you know why someone will kill another for no reason? they wanted to kill my father, was it because my father had done something bad?"
Zhou Zishu thought about it. This question was too big. he stopped him and for a moment, he didn't know what to say. Looking down at the little tyke, he still looked sad and was frowning, then he raised his collar, Dragged him out of the room, and said, "Since you sleep a lot during the day, and now you are so tired that you can’t close your eyes, it would be better for the stupid bird to fly first and practice well. I think I'm not been hard on you enough so you can still have energy to say nonsense."
He said, grabbing a handful of small stones from the ground, and suddenly bent to Zhang Chengling and threw them at him. Zhang Chengling dodged, but he was hit in the middle of his head, "Ouch", when the small stones arrived again, he had to climb the ground with flashes. He heard his demon master shouting: "I don't have the trick of" dog eating shit in my kung fu."
Zhang Chengling had no time to think about it. He could only cope with the small stones thrown at him. Until Zhou Zishu finished playing with the stones, he was relieved. Before he could spit it out completely, he listened as Zhou Zishu said: "What did you do with the Liuyun Jiugongbu? Your first few styles looked terrible. Since you are here, I want you to practice it from beginning to end and if you make any mistakes, I'll break your legs! "
Zhang Chengling was frightened and scared. He was like a toddler. He had to think carefully before raising his leg. He walked more carefully like an old lady with a lame leg, lest she step on the ground and crush an ant. He had to sneak a glance at Zhou Zishu from time to time, always worried that he if he suddenly makes a mistake, he would really breake his legs.
Zhou Zishu sat down, but his heart was really uncooperative. 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 a warm hand at his back, and then he turned around, and saw Wen Kexing wondering since when he had been standing behind him. He wrapped a big robe around him, and quietly sat beside him. After a while, Wen Ke Xing asked softly: "Does it hurt?"
Zhou Zishu said, "if you want to know, why don't you try?"
Wen Kexing suddenly tentatively reached out his hand and gently lifted his placket. Zhou Zishu didn't know why but he didn't avoid it. He just sat there, shaking his hip flask with half a pot of wine. When Wen Kexing saw his chest as thin as a skeleton, 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 seached for so many years until I finally found someone who I could relate naturally with. it was so hard for me to find someone like you so 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 a stone from the ground. A pile of stones popped up in the middle of Zhang Chengling's buttocks, and then said: "Little kid, the so-called light body kung fu, in the final analysis, is a word called speef ". Are you embroidering there or are you practicing light footwork?
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. How could he live.
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 keep his eyes away from Zhang Chengling's feet, waiting to see him make a mistake so he would break his leg--
This place was thrilling.
Zhang Chengling sighed silently, and suddenly remembered that his long-cherished wish was not to be a master of a bakery. 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 familial obligations.
He never dared to say this wish, but now he was almost timid even thinking about it.
Early the next morning, Ye Baiyi ate eight pieces of buns and drank two bowls of porridge. Finally, when Zhou Zishu and the three of them were preparing to change tables, he announced that he would take them into the mountain today—He had already figured out how to break the formation outside the Xinzhuang.
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