Fragrance Stealer

Because it was broad daylight before, Song Qingshu relaxed his vigilance. Looking back now, every time he drank the medicine, he was in a daze for a while. At that time, he thought that there would be drowsiness as a side effect of taking some western medicine in his previous life. Those who live in the blue sky and the sun don't take it to heart.

Not long after returning to the room, Song Qingshu pretended to be tired, his eyelids seemed to be open or closed, and soon fell asleep.

"Qingshu Qingshu?" Zhou Zhiruo gently pushed him a few times, wondering in her heart: "Why do you fall asleep so quickly every time you drink the medicine?"

"Don't shout, he won't be able to wake up within an hour after being hit by my improved Shixiang Ruanjin Powder." At this time Zhang Wuji's voice came over, and Song Qingshu was startled, and then the sleeping point on his body was hit.

Hearing the content of the two people's conversation, Song Qingshu finally understood that the two of them hooked up before he fell into a coma again. The anger in his heart was like a volcanic eruption. As a cover, it is convenient for them to have an affair.

"Zhang Wuji, what do you mean?" Seeing Song Qingshu's head tilted, Zhou Zhiruo hastily stretched out her fingers to poke at the tip of his nose. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the breath, and turned her head to look at Zhang Wuji, her face suddenly sank.

"Otherwise we wouldn't have the opportunity to say something about ourselves. It would be inconvenient if he was awake." Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu and said.

"Master Zhang, please respect yourself!" Zhou Zhiruo stood up with a hint of chill in her tone, "I did promise to reconcile with you before, but to Song Qingshu, I owe him something, and you must heal him. Otherwise, There is always a thorn in my heart, it is impossible to be with you."

Zhang Wuji was silent for a while, then replied: "It's natural."

"Can you really... really cure Qingshu?" Zhou Zhiruo asked suspiciously after noticing the uncertainty in his tone.

Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Brother Song's meridians have been cut off, and it is no longer a cure. I am [-]% sure of what I said, but I have already exaggerated a lot."

"It turns out that you are treating Qing Shu's wounds just as an excuse to take the opportunity to get close to me!" Zhou Zhiruo glared at him angrily, "I said why Qing Shu fell asleep as soon as he drank the medicine during this period, so it turned out that you were responsible for everything."

"Otherwise? It's inevitable that there will be gossip when looking for you on weekdays, and it's not good for you or me." Zhang Wuji smiled wryly.

"I don't need to pursue the previous matter, but you must cure Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo said firmly.

"Every mouthful is a green book, why, do you care about him so much?" Zhang Wuji felt a little jealous.

"Maybe this is just a reason to persuade me to leave my husband and you," Zhou Zhiruo's tone was full of sorrow, "Brother Wuji, you clearly know what other people think of you, but I am a married woman, and I always have my own. concern."

"It's alright if I was wrong, sister Zhiruo." Zhang Wuji quickly apologized.

"You are obviously good at medicine, how can you not heal Qing Shu's injury?" A thought suddenly flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's mind, she looked at him and asked, "It's not because Qing Shu is my husband, you are jealous of a man Psychologically, let him not be cured on purpose."

"How could it be?" Zhang Wuji quickly waved his hands, "I did try my best."

Zhou Zhiruo kept staring at him until he looked a little unnatural, and then said lightly: "Okay, I will trust you for now. But this kind of treatment can't continue, I will take Qingshu back to Emei to recuperate. When did you think of a way to cure Qingshu, come to me again when."

Zhang Wuji opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but Zhou Zhiruo didn't give him a chance, and said coldly, "Come here, send Hierarch Zhang out."

Seeing Zhang Wuji leaving helplessly, Zhou Zhiruo murmured to herself, "Brother Wuji, I know you can save him, it depends on whether you are willing to pay such a high price for me."

Chapter 9 The Eve of Revenge

After Song Qingshu woke up at night, seeing Zhou Zhiruo sleeping on the opposite side of the bed, he suddenly showed a feeling of disgust, and his mind began to spin rapidly, thinking about how to take revenge, for the original Song Qingshu, and for himself to wash away this shameful humiliation, but when He thought of Zhang Wuji's unrivaled martial arts, and being the leader of the Ming Cult, Ming Cult can compete with Mongolia in the Western Regions, which shows that the Ming Cult has a huge momentum. Now that he is a loser, he has no martial arts and no power, how can he take revenge?A feeling of powerlessness spread all over the body for a moment.

Unintentionally, he caught sight of Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful face again, and Song Qingshu's fighting spirit burned with hatred.

The meridian is broken, and I have to find a way to fix it. I can roughly remember the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon in Yitian Sword and Dragon Saber. Coupled with my familiarity with Musashi in this world, I must practice it into a peerless martial arts It is not difficult, and then find those few treasures, the world is in chaos today, it is easy to pull up a force, and finally have a showdown with Zhang Wuji...

When the thoughts became clearer and clearer, Song Qingshu's mood gradually calmed down.He also thought about secretly informing Zhao Min to come and catch the adulterer, but Zhao Min is a frighteningly smart woman, and there is no guarantee that she will not betray herself to Zhang Wuji for some reason, and then she will be exposed instead. The three of them will definitely tolerate it. I can't help myself... I shudder when I think about it.

The next day, when Zhang Wuji regretfully announced that he could do nothing about the broken meridian in front of everyone, Zhou Zhiruo was still a little worried that Song Qingshu would lose his composure, but unexpectedly, Song Qingshu took a sip of tea calmly and said flatly: "God's will In this way, Song can’t blame others, and has troubled the leader Zhang during this time.”

Now even Zhao Min looked at him in surprise, Song Qingshu responded with a faint smile, but his heart was turbulent, and he kept perfecting his future revenge plan.

This is a skill that has been cultivated in the society in the previous life. Unless the outcome is determined, he will never expose his resentment in advance, so that his opponents will take precautions early.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Wuji had to lead his group to leave early because of the tense battle in the Western Regions. Zhou Zhiruo ordered his disciples to pack their luggage and embarked on the road back to Emei.

"The head of the sect seems to have become more and more beautiful recently." The two young female disciples flattered Zhou Zhiruo sincerely along the way.

In the past, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, but there was always a gloomy look between her brows, which made people feel a little scared. Now there is a faint smile on the corner of her mouth at any time. In comparison, it is indeed brighter than before.

"Zhiruo is born beautiful, of course she will become more and more beautiful." Song Qingshu gently took Zhou Zhiruo's little hand, and looked at her affectionately.Feeling her smooth and tender skin, he was sneering in his heart. The disciples didn't know the reason, but he knew it perfectly. Zhou Zhiruo was irrigated with the nourishing essence of Zhang Wuji's nine yang zhenqi every day these days, so of course she became more charming and charming.

Because there were disciples watching, Zhou Zhiruo felt embarrassed and pulled her hand back directly. After all, he was her husband, but she felt a little impatient in her heart, and her eyes gradually became cold. Although she regarded herself as Mrs. Song in front of Zhang Wuji, it did not mean that She really allowed Song Qingshu to do some intimate things with him.

Song Qingshu felt that it was almost done, so he let go of her hands, and sat leisurely on the carriage to rest his mind.

After a lot of deduction, in the past two days, he has already had some calculations in his heart. Although there is little hope of renewing the meridians, he has to try before he is reconciled.The world's four great doctors, Ping Yizhi and Xue, want to be brothers with Hu Qingniu, since Zhang Wuji can't help it, they should have nothing to do, the only thing left is the most mysterious poisonous hand drug king, not to mention that he has a future Xinglin Master Cheng Lingsu, after much deliberation, only he has the greatest hope.

If everything goes well, the meridians are cured, and after practicing martial arts hard, I will go to take out those magical secret books and treasures, and everything will go according to plan. No, it's still going well, and I climbed up step by step in my previous life, so there's no reason why I can't do it in this life!

Song Qingshu is a persevering person, unless he dies, he will not give up any tiny hope.

He was ready to leave without saying goodbye, but before he left, he had to collect some interest from some people. Thinking of this, Song Qingshu squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Zhiruo's back.Zhou Zhiruo, who was sitting in front, suddenly felt goosebumps all over her body, and couldn't help but tighten her clothes.

After nightfall, a group of four found an inn in a small town. After dinner, the two female disciples went back to their room to rest. Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly and followed Song Qingshu into her room. A bed, the face is a little ugly.

Song Qingshu followed her gaze, and quickly understood what was going on, and said with a smile: "Zhiruo, sleep on the bed by yourself tonight."

"What about you?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't expect Song Qingshu to be so knowledgeable, and her heart warmed up, remembering that Song Qingshu had always been polite to herself, even after getting married, she didn't do the slightest thing overstepping, and then thinking that she was carrying his agreement with Zhang Wuji behind her back. Suddenly, two groups of blushes flew up.

"I've paved the floor." Song Qingshu gave her a strange look on the cheek.

"Then what can I do? You hurt your muscles and bones, and the ground is too cold, which will leave the root of the disease." Zhou Zhiruo's words warmed Song Qingshu, it seems that she is not completely heartless.

"What should I do if I don't?" Song Qingshu glanced at the only bed, and the meaning was obvious, "Why don't we squeeze together?"

"How is this going to work?" Zhou Zhiruo's head immediately shook like a rattle. If there was no future agreement with Zhang Wuji, maybe Zhou Zhiruo agreed to it when they were husband and wife. I am better than him, and I am not afraid of his bad thoughts.

Song Qingshu smiled wryly: "You don't have to worry, I'll go to the store to get some more mattresses and spread them on the floor."

Thinking that one day she would abandon him and become the wife of the person he hated the most, Zhou Zhiruo felt a little guilty. Hearing what he said, she quickly got up: "Your injury is not healed yet, sit and rest, I'll get it." Said After finishing, he hurried out.

Seeing that it was a fairy-like girl who came to borrow the quilt, the store owner was very happy and brought her a few beds very enthusiastically. Before leaving, he looked at Zhou Zhiruo's back and asked, "Fairy, do you want a quilt?"

Zhou Zhiruo was still a little happy until she returned to the room. Which woman doesn't like being praised by men for her appearance, so she happily helped Song Qingshu tidy up the floor. It is inconvenient for disciples to know that they are not husband and wife, so she can only do everything by herself.

Finally, when the shop was finished, Zhou Zhiruo raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Song Qingshu poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Zhiruo, you've worked hard, drink some water."

Chapter 10 Delayed revenge

Zhou Zhiruo happened to be a little thirsty, so she picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.The two chatted for a few words, then became cold again, Zhou Zhiruo could only say: "It's getting late, let's rest."

After speaking, he came to the bed and sat down, but was surprised to find that Song Qingshu was following behind him, and immediately said with a bit of displeasure: "What are you doing here? Your bed is over there."

Song Qingshu had a weird smile on his face, and sat down beside the bed: "I want to sleep in this bed."

Zhou Zhiruo felt angry in her heart, but she thought he was pitiful enough, so she stood up, "Then I'll go to sleep on the floor."

"No, no, I want to sleep with you." Song Qingshu laughed even more happily.

"You!" Zhou Zhiruo thought that he had slapped him wrongly, and raised her hand to give him a slap, but suddenly her eyes went dark, and she fell on the bed powerlessly.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo on the bed with a smile on his face, eyes open and closed: "My lady, how is the taste of my husband's Shixiang Ruanjin San?"