MTL - Faraway Wanderers-Chapter 22 Sacred hand

Wen Kexing sucked the poisonous blood on his arm cleanly and skillfully dealt with it for him. He unlocked Zhou Zishu's acupuncture point, then pulled out a small medicine bottle from his arms, poured out two pills, one Squeezed into one's mouth, took another one in his hand, and smiled to Zhou Zishu's mouth with a smile, dragging a long voice obscenely / vocally: "Come, Ah Su, open your mouth."

Zhou Zishu looked at him sinkingly, Wen Kexing was full of determination, still smiling brightly, even if the other person's eyes turned into an awl, it would not poke his wall-like skin. He also took a meaningful look at Zhang Chengling, deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I've seen it, I've kissed it, too. What are you shy about?"

Zhou Zishu raised his hand to take the pill, and walked forward without looking back.

Wen Kexing beckoned to Zhang Chengling, who was like a chicken, and said in a good mood: "Your master didn't run away, why didn't you follow up?"

At this time, it was going to be dark. Zhang Chengling was seduced by the poisonous scorpion all the way from the Dongting Heroes Convention. He didn't know how far he ran. Seriously, it was a place where he could not reach the village but not the shop. embarrassed.

Zhou Zishu went for a moment, and returned a few wild rabbits. Although he didn't say anything, he even typed out the rations of the other two people. He only smiled at Wen Kexing and said to Zhang Chengling, "You know the world What is the second loveliest person on the planet? "

Zhang Chengling looked up at him and felt that although the master was injured first, the man could restrain him effortlessly. It can be seen that the kung fu is very high, and there are people who are a little crazy, so he fears him more and obeys Shaking his head in silence.

Wen Kexing said: "It's a hard-bodied person-do you know what the cutest person in the world looks like?"

Zhou Zishu cleanly opened a few rabbits and broke his belly, and heard Wen Ke glanced at Wen Kexing coldly, and commanded: "Don't fool there, go and pick up some firewood."

Wen Ke Xingle gave a loud response, and turned and left, glimpsing Zhang Chengling still looking at himself with a very wonderful and complicated look, thinking that the child was too curious and curious, so he explained to the teacher: "A man with a long, thin legs and a hard mouth."

Only listened to Zhou Zi's faint answer: "Little devil, don't listen to his boast."

Zhang Chengling looked at Zhou Zishu again uncertainly, thinking that he might have misunderstood it, but this one was very clear ...

Zhou Zishu continued: "Stay away from him. He wants the old cow to eat tender grass."

Wen Kexing was tripped over by dead branches and leaves, and turned back in a grievance: "Axu, you are too condescending."

Zhou Zishu pointed to the corpses of several hares and said, "If you don't pick up firewood anymore, I will tell you and your brothers to open your stomach together."

Wen Kexing was startled, and immediately covered his stomach, and ran away with great vigilance like a rabbit.

Zhou Zishu found a small stream and washed his hands, and uncomfortably wrapped most of the torn sleeves around his body. The touch of Wen Kexing ’s lips on his arm seemed to be still there, and he felt it clearly. After the man had sucked the poisonous blood, he even licked his wound, and immediately blasted his scalp-absolutely intentionally.

Zhou Zishu then angrily peeled off the human skin mask and threw it into the water. His heart was able to make the man look so hungry, so bright, so ubiquitous, so estrus, he lived For so many years, I really know such a wonderful flower like a dog's tail.

He turned his face, and Zhang Chengling saw the familiar face again, and exclaimed in surprise: "Master!"-As if he had only recognized it, a puppy turned around behind him. Going, as if afraid of annoying him, carefully keeping a certain distance.

Zhou Zishu took a glance at the corner of his eyes, and his heart softened. He beckoned to him, "Come here."

Zhang Chengling came to him, shouted charmingly: "Master."

Zhou Zishu thought for a while, and said, "In your footsteps, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back today. I have to sleep overnight. I will send you back to Zhao Daxia tomorrow morning."

Zhang Chengling's eyes dimmed for a moment. He didn't say anything, just looked down at the tip of his shoe, and kept silent. Zhou Zishu always eats soft and not hard. What he can't stand is his suit. He had a cough and frowned, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Chengling still lowered his head and said lowly, "Yes."

Then he did not squeak again, just glanced at Zhou Zishu secretly with a small glance, turned away quickly when he was found, his mouth down, his eyes blinked, and there was a tear on his eyelashes.

Zhou Zishu leaned against a tree and sat down with one buttock. I really couldn't figure out what to do with this little thing. I don't know if Zhang Yusen and Zhang Xiaoxia didn't have a daughter in his life. Just raised such a thing. So impatiently impatient, frowned and drank, "You stand upright, look up!"

As soon as Zhang Chengling was excited, he stood upright and raised his head. It didn't matter if he lifted his head. The tears in his eyes fell down, and Zhou Zishu looked terribly, and unconsciously relaxed a little. The voice said, "You wiped your face, or is it not a man? What a big deal, why cry?"

Zhang Chengling wiped his face vigorously, but did not wipe it clean, but he was even more aggrieved, and the tears wiped more and more, and finally he couldn't help, choking and choking intermittently: "Master ... Master ... I didn't cry, I, I ... I just saw you, I was wronged when I saw you ... I, I ... I ... "

Zhou Zishu turned into two big heads, reluctant to look at him again, barely maintained an indifferent look, and looked away.

At this time, Wen Kexing came back with a pile of burning things. When he saw this battle, he paused for a moment.

The sky was completely dark, the light on the horizon was slowly extinguishing, and a bleak gray in the west, the faint stars hung from the treetops, the night wind rose, and the coolness slowly leaked out.

Wen Kexing didn't say anything, cut a few pieces of wood, raised the fire, raised the rabbit treated by Zhou Zishu, patiently roasted, and hummed a little song in his mouth without a tone, which sounded a bit Like Shibamo, it is very consistent with his usual style. Zhou Zi was sitting silently on one side, with one leg up, his arms resting on his knees, and Zhang Chengling desperately choking on the side.

After a while, the flavour of the meat floated out, Zhang Chengling's belly was screamed, and the teenager flushed with a little flower. Then Wen Kexing smiled and glanced at him: "I have to wait, not roasted. "

Zhang Chengling nodded cleverly. Wen Kexing thought he was better than the bunny, so he turned to Zhou Zi and said, "Hey, I said, if he wants to follow you, you let him follow. If you do n’t want to see him, How many times did you save him? "

Zhou Zi stood up slowly, leaned over, put his hands on the fire and grilled, and several points in his chest hurt slightly, which made him a little bit chilling.

Wen Kexing kicked him with the tip of his shoe: "Ask you."

Zhou Zishu still said slowly: "I'm happy."

Zhang Chengling suddenly spoke, and his voice was still a little hoarse, a little trembling, and whispered, "Master, don't take me anymore. I'm in trouble. Many people want to kill me. I ... I ca n’t do it, either. Master was injured ... "

Wen Kexing comforted: "It's okay, he's rough and thick-you stare at what I do, everyone else has a skin, you wrap yourself like a cricket all day long, and one layer is not enough yet another layer."

After seeing Zhang Chengling sulking, Wen Kexing explained patiently: "Look at his arm, below the wrist and above the wrist are two colors. Your master has hidden his head, and he is still reluctant to follow me. See you frankly. "

Zhou Zishu was too lazy to bother him, and tore himself a piece of meat from the roasting rabbit's leg, and slowly chewed it into his mouth.

He was going to tear it, but was avoided by Wen Kexing, who was abandoning the authentic way: "Are you starving to death? The oil has not been fully roasted yet."

Zhou Zishu swallowed the rabbit's meat slowly and looked at him and said, "Are you mother-in-law giving birth? You do n’t even have a smell of fat on your body, and you just carry a papa with you. Your mouth is so broken. Where is it? How nonsense? "

Wen Kexing shut up.

After a while, the rabbit was roasted, the flesh was golden and bright, and the outside was tender and tender. Zhou Zishu also called Zhang Chengling. Two men and one child, no one was polite, were hungry for a day, and they went gorging relatively silently. It didn't take long for the big fat hares to become a pile of clean bones.

After eating and drinking enough, three people roasted for a while beside the fire, Zhou Zishu leaned on his side and closed his eyes to raise his soul. Wen Kexing then said to Zhang Chengling: "Why can't you work hard? Your father didn't teach Have you ever? "

Zhang Chengling whispered: "Teached, but I'm dumb and I don't want to work hard, most of them don't remember."

Wen Kexing thought about it and shook his head: "When my father taught me kung fu when I was young, I was unwilling to work hard, just like you, but my qualifications were not very dull ..."

While Zhou Zishu didn't open his eyes, he couldn't help smirking.

Wen Kexing ignored him, only looked up and down Zhang Chengling, and asked casually, "Would you like to learn kung fu?"

Zhang Chengling suddenly raised his head and looked at him with burning eyes.

The gaze was so enthusiastic that Wen Kexing looked for a long time. He seemed to have been for a long time. He had never seen such a persistent, frank, desperate look, and couldn't help saying: "You ... you little thing, Why do you feel like a hungry wolf when you hear this? "

Zhang Chengling suddenly knelt down: "Senior! I beg you to give me pointers and let me do anything!"

Wen Kexing touched his nose and coughed, "Look at what you said, I'm not interested in you being so tender ... cough!"

The firelight reddened the boy's face, and his slightly childish face was covered with a layer of indescribable fortitude, but with childish fragility and supplication.

Wen Kexing was stared at him for a while, and he reacted very much in accordance with Zhou Zishu, and uncomfortably looked away. Hesitating for a moment, he sighed, stood up, patted the dirt on the ground, picked up a one-foot-long stick, and said, "Okay, I'll teach you a few tricks, look carefully No second time. "

Having said that, he really demonstrated slowly with one stroke, one stroke, one stroke at a time. Zhang Chengling couldn't bear to blink, and when he saw the tail from the beginning, he got up and practiced by himself. This is indeed not a clever boy. Although Wen Kexing taught it once, he couldn't help correcting it and telling him in detail. Zhang Chengling looked at him with bright eyes, and his voice was shaking with excitement. Acclaimed: "Thank you seniors, thank you seniors!"

Wen Kexing apparently has not been so grateful for others, but he showed a little restraint.

Almost after the middle of the night, Zhang Chengling was still not tired at all. Wen Kexing sat silently, without a smile on his face, as if thinking something.

Suddenly, Zhou Zishu, who had fallen asleep early, asked gently: "What is your surname Wen ... Wen Ruyu, the" holy hand "of that year?"

It seemed that Wen Kexing was shocked, and for a while, he said lowly, "Father."

Zhou Zishu opened his eyes, stared at his silhouette for a while, and then spoke again, with a lot of solemn tone: "Jiu Wen Wen Ruyu Wen's predecessor's holy heart, in his early years walking with Qiu Mingjian and his wife, the great doctor Gu Miaomiao At the time of the rivers and lakes, there were countless people saved, and later they retired together. No one knew where they were going, but it was reverence and disrespect. "