Faraway Wanderers (Word of Honor)(3)
Author: Priest

 

He bowed and gave Helian a slap, but he did not raise his head when he finished, and said in his mouth, "Read the servants for so many years of service.

 

Hellen stared at the blood-gourd-like person, and at that moment no one knew what the right emperor was thinking-those years were cautious, those years were exhausted, those years raged, those years were bitter and cold In those years ... and finally he came to the world, but everyone was gone, only he was left.

 

Everyone cannot escape the impermanence of the world, and the abandonment of years.

 

After a short while, he closed his eyes and waved.

 

Zhou Zishu gave a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Thank Lord Ron."

 

He seemed to have encountered something very happy, with a pale flush on his pale face, turned to Duan Pengju cheerfully, and shoved the last nail into his hand: "Come on."

 

Duan Peng lifted his teeth for a long while, then gritted his teeth, raised the dark red unknown nails, and nailed them into the flesh and blood of his landlord. He knew that it was extremely painful, and I ’ve seen it all these years. I couldn't stand this, but couldn't help screaming, but Zhou Zishu just flinched a little, still straight up, no screams, only a few squeaks.

 

He even felt that Zhou Zishu was smiling in that stuffy hum.

 

Duan Pengju felt that the owner was crazy.

 

Zhou Zishu slowed for a while, and finally worshiped Helien, a face as white as paper.

 

The strength in his body was receding quickly, the numbness began to rise slowly, and he said the last four words: "Take care of the emperor."

 

Later, without waiting for He Lianji to reply, he strode out of the study room, as brisk as if he had left some burdens, his figure flashed and disappeared.

 

 

 

 

 

Faraway Wanderers Chapter 2: Chance encounter

 

 

There is a secret in Qiqiao Sanqiu. No one knows this secret except Zhou Zishu, and probably not many people will know it in the future. If seven nails are nailed at a time, people will not be able to do so at the time. Zhou Zishu, probably enough to take a breath to tell him to leave the palace, I'm afraid he can't reach the gate of the palace.

 

But if you nail it every three months, let the nail grow into your body little by little, become one with yourself, and slowly adapt, although you have to blow out the wax after three years, but you can still get five. It's successful, and you can speak and act like normal people, but you have to endure the pain of eclipse bone erosion for 18 months.

 

I heard that the pain alone can make people crazy, but Zhou Zishu thought happily that this rumor turned out to be wrong. At least he is not crazy now, not only is not crazy, he feels that he does n’t seem to be so happy in his life. Relaxing time.

 

The skylight will naturally have follow-up monitoring of the people who asked to leave. Who, when and when to leave, where to settle, and where to be buried, have detailed records, like a huge net. I won't be able to come out for a lifetime.

 

Poor he died half his life, after all, he still has a few henchmen.

 

Zhou Zishu, the skylight leader propped up by the Emperor Rongjia in the past, is a martial artist with high skill, and he is very good at easy-handling. When he walked into the crowd, no one recognized it.

 

And the most horrible shadow that walked in the palace disappeared from the world in this way, and all that remained was a thin horse riding all the way through the thatched wilderness and humming the country minor, flattering. Homeless man.

 

Became the first person out of this horrible net.

 

He wore a not-so-exquisite human leather mask on his face, and smeared himself with a pale and yellowish look. He seemed to be a sick man who could kick his legs at any time. He looked at the water while drinking water by the river and felt it was appropriate. My true situation, the more I saw the more satisfied, I took a sheep out of a set of coarse clothes at the roadside farmer's house, took off the original brocade, burned it, and tied a half-rusted hip flask on the waist, which contained half A jug of crudely made jug.

 

I remembered that I had been hidden in the palace for many years. I had never walked the river or lake with my first name, and I did n’t even have to change my name, so I happily got on the road.

 

He had nowhere to go. He said that Jiangnan is good, so he wanted to go to Jiangnan to see, stop and do all the tricks to rob the rich, help the poor, and go through Kaifeng, walk in Penglai, and slowly, more than three months, until Caoqing Lily Jiangnan.

 

As soon as I arrived, I dived into the wine cellar on the first floor of the world, tasted the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and was drunk and dreamy. It was beautiful, but I felt that this day was no better.

 

After more than ten days, I drank too much for a while, and almost found my whereabouts. I also felt that although the wine was good, after all, it was soft and less interesting, so I left my silver and left the wine cellar.

 

After more than ten days, the image was even worse. He wore a sickly ghost's face and accompanied the insignificant facial features with him, which was an authentic look and a suit of clothes. After more than ten days in the wine, it almost became a distiller's grain, and the messy hair drooped down like a beggar.

 

So when sitting on the side of the road with his eyes closed and basking in the sun, there was actually a little fat baby who walked past him, and came back abruptly, hit him, and found a piece from his body. The copper plate was pinched in his hand, but he didn't know where to put it. After searching for a long time, he asked, "Uncle, what is your bowl?"

 

He was immediately taken away by an adult at home, only to let him cry and laugh.

 

Many years have passed, and the friends and caring people of the past have either died or left the country. Zhou Zishu leaned on the corner of the wall, stretched his limbs, and basked in the warm sun, with a smile on his mouth. I began to wonder, what are the plans for so many years?

 

When I was young, I always felt that I was an extraordinary talent. I took everything from myself to me, I was so clever, I knew what I was doing, and I was very knowledgeable. I did n’t seem to have a career. The next life is like this, but now when I think about it, what do I want to do?

 

What's left?

 

However, I gave up my free body and made a royal slave to the royal family. I went around and lost everything I had. So far, I have no loneliness, and I have deliberately tried to redeem myself. I still think I can do it. Quite smart.

 

Suddenly he felt sad again, only to feel that there was no more stupid person in the world, but he could not be stupid.

 

How many years haven't been the case, my brain was empty and sunbathing on the roadside? The ridiculous pedestrians on the side of the road are all in a hurry, rushing back and forth like death, it's even more anxious than he is farting fast.