Faraway Wanderers

Chapter 36: Not regret

There is an old man in the corner. The shop's younger kind-hearted and did not drive him away. The old man ’s body seemed to be shrinking, his face was wrinkled, he was wearing a worn-out cotton coat, his thin beard was messy, his hands were closed, and he kept kneeling on the ground The ground was raving about the passing people, with a broken bowl beside it.

Zhang Chengling looked at him with eyes full of Cao Weining's talk: "... there is a chrysanthemum fragrance coming from bitter cold ..."

"No, Brother Cao, chrysanthemums bloom in autumn. Is it so cold in autumn?"

"Cough, most people who sing poetry groan without disease, do nothing, they are a bunch of people who have nothing to do in the study, chanting the wind and the moon, it is normal to know what season chrysanthemums are opened!"

"Oh, it really is a bunch of nerds who want to make a fart, don't understand anything, hahaha ..."

Cao Weining and Gu Xiang discussed Fenghuaxueyue and poetry, and they really drove people crazy. Zhang Chengling endured again and again, and finally couldn't hear anymore. Then he found out a few copper plates, went downstairs, and leaned over to The begging old man's bowl.

The old man whispered and said, "Good people, thank you, goodness, great compassion, and goddess of mercy, bless you ..."

Zhang Chengling pursed his mouth and smiled very reluctantly. He thought his father was really a good man. God blessed him for a lifetime, and that night, the **** was drunk and he didn't see it, his father died.

Good people rely on God to bless them, but bad people can survive fiercely. Isn't this ridiculous?

He sat on the steps and naturally meditated on what Zhou Zishu taught him. He was still puzzled, thinking and thinking, like a little monk reading the sutra, and then went to God, his eyes flew far away. I wonder why Master hasn't returned yet? The first thing Master would do is definitely curse again. Who makes himself so stupid?

Half-old child, the flesh is growing madly. Just arrived in Zhaojiazhuang a few months ago. Zhao Jing just asked someone to make clothes for him. Now he looks small on his body. His pants are short and he ridiculously shakes above his ankle. .

Zhang Chengling lowered his head, stretched his fingers and pinched his trousers, rolled it up and put it down—I thought to myself, I didn't mean to be so stupid. Who doesn't want to be smart, learn the skills early, and avenge the family earlier?

He remembered that when he was young, the master who taught him martial arts sued his father. His father just touched his head and said to the master with a smile on his face: "Take care of yourself. The five fingers are not the same length. Well, my child had a fever when he was a kid, a little bit slower than others, but he is also a good boy. In the future, I do n’t expect him to be very successful and take care of himself. ”

If there is an emperor in this world, then a trafficker must also be killed, or is it okay?

Zhang Chengling thought that he was born to be a "trafficking man", but God wouldn't let him be safe, but would force him to grow up like Master, and grow up like Uncle Zhao. Isn't this to break his life?

The little boy had all sorts of things in his mind. He couldn't figure out how Master taught him. He couldn't figure out the swordsmanship of his predecessor. He couldn't figure out his destiny. He couldn't figure out where he should go. ——If you can't live, then die.

The desire to die was too painful. His eyes were sore and he couldn't help crying. He couldn't help thinking of Master's flat face again, thinking of him saying, "You're not a man anymore. "Urine", then stung back again.