Wen Kexing cleanly sucked up the poisonous blood on his arm, handled it for him with skillful techniques, opened Zhou Zishu's acupuncture points, then took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, poured out two pills, one pill

He stuffed it into his mouth, took another pill in his hand, brought it to Zhou Zishu's mouth with a smile, and said in a long and lewd voice: "Come on, A-Xu, open your mouth."

Zhou Zishu looked at him with a serious face. Wen Kexing was very determined and still smiled brightly, as if even if the other person's gaze turned into an awl, it couldn't pierce his face like a city wall. He also said meaningfully to Zhang Chengling

He glanced at it and deliberately lowered his voice and said: "I've seen it and kissed it, why are you so shy?"

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

Wen Kexing then waved to the stunned Zhang Chengling and said in a good mood: "Your master finally stopped running away, why don't you follow him?"

It was already getting dark at this time. Zhang Chengling was lured all the way from the Dongting Heroes Conference by the poisonous scorpion, and he didn't know how far he ran away. It was a place with no village or shop, so it was very embarrassing.

embarrassed.

Zhou Zishu went away for a while and brought back a few big wild rabbits. Although he didn't say anything, he still took out the rations for the other two people. Wen Kexing smiled and said to Zhang Chengling: "You know the world

What is the second cutest person?"

Zhang Chengling looked up at him and felt that although his master was injured first, this man could control him effortlessly. This showed that his skill was very high and he was a little crazy, so he was even more in awe of him and obeyed.

He shook his head silently.

Wen Kexing said: "He is a person with a hard mouth but a soft heart - then do you know what the cutest kind of person in the world is like?"

Zhou Zishu neatly disembowelled several rabbits. Hearing this, he glanced at Wen Kexing coldly and said, "Stop talking nonsense and go pick up some firewood."

Wen Kexing responded happily and turned around to leave. He caught a glimpse of Zhang Chengling still looking at him with a very strange and complicated look. He thought it was because the child was too curious and thirsty for knowledge, so he explained in a good way:

"He is a person with a thin waist and long legs and a hard mouth but a soft heart."

Zhou Zishu said calmly: "Little brat, don't listen to his boasting."

Zhang Chengling hesitantly looked at Zhou Zishu again, wondering if he had misunderstood it, but this person clearly said...

Zhou Zishu continued: "Stay away from him, he wants an old cow to eat young grass."

Wen Kexing stumbled over dead branches and fallen leaves, and turned around aggrievedly: "Axu, you've wronged my heart too much."

Zhou Zishu pointed to the carcasses of several hares and said: "If you don't go to collect firewood, I will ask you to disembowel them together with your brothers."

Wen Kexing was startled, immediately covered his stomach, and ran away as alertly as a rabbit.

Zhou Zishu found a small stream to wash his hands, and wrapped his half-torn sleeves around his body uncomfortably. The touch of Wen Kexing's lips seemed to be still on his arms. He could clearly feel that just now.

After the man sucked the poisonous blood, he even licked his wound, causing his scalp to explode - it was definitely intentional.

Zhou Zishu then angrily pulled off the human skin mask on his face and threw it into the water. He thought that if he could make a man so lustful, so hungry, so upright, and so estrous everywhere, he would be alive.

After all these years, I have come to know such a strange flower like a dog's tail flower.

He turned around, and Zhang Chengling saw the familiar face again, and shouted in surprise: "Master!" - as if he had just recognized it, he followed him around like a puppy.

He seemed to be afraid of annoying him, so he carefully kept a certain distance.

Zhou Zishu caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, and his heart softened, and he waved to him: "Come here."

Zhang Chengling walked up to him and shouted flatteringly: "Master."

Zhou Zishu thought for a while and said: "With your journey, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back today and will have to sleep in the open. I will send you back to find Daxia Zhao early tomorrow morning."

Zhang Chengling's eyes dimmed in an instant. He didn't say anything. He just looked at the toes of his shoes dejectedly and remained silent. Zhou Zishu has always been a soft-spoken person, and the thing he couldn't bear the most was

With his behavior, he could only cough dryly and frown, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Chengling still lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Yes."

Then he said nothing again, and just glanced at Zhou Zishu secretly with his small eyes. When he was discovered, he quickly turned away, his mouth curled downward, his eyes blinked, and there was actually a teardrop on his eyelashes.

Zhou Zishu leaned against a tree and sat down. He really couldn't figure out what to do with this little thing. He also didn't know if Zhang Yusen and Zhang Daxia had no daughters in their lives, so he raised his son as a girl since he was young.

He raised such a thing. So he pretended to be impatient, frowned and shouted: "Stand up straight and raise your head!"

Zhang Chengling was so excited that he stood up straight and raised his head. It didn't matter if he raised his head like this. The tears swaying in his eyes fell down. Zhou Zishu was so distressed that he unconsciously relaxed a little.

The voice said: "You have wiped your face clean, but you are still not a man? Is it such a big deal that you just cry?"

Zhang Chengling wiped his face vigorously, but he didn't wipe it clean. Instead, he felt even more aggrieved. The more he wiped his face, the more tears he shed. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and choked up intermittently with a tearful voice: "Master...Master...I don't have it either."

Don’t cry all the time, I, I... I feel wronged just when I see you... I, I... I..."

Zhou Zishu's head swelled in size and he didn't want to look at him anymore. He barely maintained an indifferent expression and looked away.

At this time Wen Kexing came back with a pile of things to make a fire. When he saw the battle, he was startled for a moment.

The sky has completely darkened, the light on the horizon is slowly extinguishing, the west is pale and gray, the evening stars are hanging from the treetops, the night wind is picking up, and the coolness is slowly seeping out.

Wen Kexing didn't say anything. He whittled a few pieces of wood, lit a fire, put the rabbit that Zhou Zishu had prepared on it, and roasted it patiently. He hummed a little tune in his mouth, which sounded a bit...

Like Shiba Mo, it is very consistent with his usual style. Zhou Zishu sat silently on the side, with one leg curled up and his arm resting on his knee. Zhang Chengling was desperately suppressing his sobs on the side.

After a while, the aroma of the meat wafted out, and Zhang Chengling's stomach screamed. The boy's face turned red, and Wen Kexing glanced at him with a smile: "We have to wait a little longer, it's not cooked through yet."

"

Zhang Chengling nodded obediently. Wen Kexing felt that he was even better than a little rabbit, so he turned to Zhou Zishu and said: "Hey, I say, if he is willing to follow you, just let him follow. If you don't want to see him, then you can

Why did you save him so many times?"

Zhou Zishu slowly stood up, came over, and put his hands on the fire to heat them. Several acupuncture points on his chest felt slight pain, which made him feel a little chilly.

Wen Kexing kicked him with the toe of his shoe: "I'm asking you."

Zhou Zishu still said slowly: "I am happy."

Zhang Chengling suddenly spoke. His voice was a little hoarse and trembling, and he whispered: "Master, it's better not to take me with you. I'm a trouble. Many people want to kill me. I... I'm not good at kung fu either.

The master was injured..."

Wen Kexing consoled him: "It's okay, he has a rough skin and a thick flesh. Why are you glaring at me? Everyone else has the same skin. You wrap yourself up like a rice dumpling all day long. When one layer is not enough, you add another layer."

Seeing that Zhang Chengling was stunned, Wen Kexing explained patiently: "Look at his arms, below the wrist and above the wrist, they are two different colors. Your master is hiding his head and showing his tail. Even now he is not willing to follow me."

Be honest with each other.”

Zhou Zishu didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he tore off a piece of meat from the rabbit leg that was being roasted, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

He tried to tear it apart again, but was dodged by Wen Kexing, who said disgustedly: "Are you a starving ghost and reincarnated? The oil hasn't been completely baked yet."

Zhou Zishu swallowed the rabbit meat slowly, then looked at him and said: "You bitch, are you reincarnated? You smell like powder, you just carry a handkerchief with you, your mouth is so broken, how can you be so bad?"

What nonsense?"

Wen Kexing shut up.

After a while, the rabbit was roasted. The skin and flesh were golden, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Zhou Zishu called Zhang Chengling over. There were two men and a child. No one was polite. They had been hungry all day, and they wolfed down the rabbit in silence.

, and before long, those fat and fat hares turned into a pile of clean bones.

After eating and drinking, the three of them warmed up by the fire for a while. Zhou Zishu leaned aside and closed his eyes to rest. Wen Kexing then said to Zhang Chengling: "Why are you not good at kung fu? Your father didn't teach you anything."

Has it passed you?"

Zhang Chengling whispered: "I taught you, but I am not very qualified and unwilling to work hard, so I don't remember most of them."

Wen Kexing thought for a while, shook his head and said: "When my father taught me Kung Fu when I was a child, I was not willing to work hard. I am similar to you, but I am not very talented and stupid..."

Zhou Zishu didn't open his eyes, but couldn't help but sneered when he heard the words.

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

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

The gaze was so intense that Wen Kexing was stunned. He seemed to have never seen such a persistent, frank, and desperate desire for a long, long time. He couldn't help but say: "You... you little thing,

Why do you act like a hungry wolf when you hear this?"

Zhang Chengling suddenly knelt down and said, "Senior! I beg you to give me some advice. I can do whatever I want!"

Wen Kexing touched his nose, coughed and said, "Look at what you said, I have no interest in someone as young as you...cough!"

The firelight reflected the young man's face red, and his still slightly childish face took on an indescribable look of perseverance, but also carried a childlike fragility and pleading.

Wen Kexing was stared at by him for a moment, and his reaction was very consistent with Zhou Zishu's. He looked away uncomfortably. After hesitating for a moment, he sighed, stood up, patted the dirt on his hands, and picked up another one.

He picked up a foot-long wooden stick and said, "Okay, I'll teach you a few tricks. Watch carefully. There won't be a second time."

After saying that, he started to demonstrate slowly and steadily, one move at a time. Zhang Chengling didn't want to blink his eyes. After watching from beginning to end, he got up and practiced by himself. This is indeed not a smart kid, even though Wen Kexing said it

He taught him once, but he still couldn't help correcting him and explaining it to him in detail. Zhang Chengling looked at him with bright eyes, and his voice trembled with excitement. He said over and over again: "Thank you, senior, thank you, senior!"

Wen Kexing had obviously never received such enthusiastic gratitude from others, and he rarely showed a bit of restraint.

Almost half of the night passed like this, and Zhang Chengling still didn't seem tired at all, gesturing leisurely. Wen Kexing sat in silence, with no smile on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Zhou Zishu, who seemed to have fallen asleep, asked softly: "Your surname is Wen... who was Wen Ruyu, the 'holy hand' of the past?"

Wen Kexing's whole body seemed to be shaken. After a long while, he said in a low voice: "Father."

Zhou Zishu opened his eyes, stared at his profile for a while, and then spoke again, his tone was much more solemn: "I have long heard that senior Wen Ruyuwen has a holy hand and a benevolent heart. In his early years, he held the 'Qiu Ming Sword' and walked with his wife, the miracle doctor Gu Miaomiao.
Chapter completed!