Beacon quenching beauty

In midsummer, an old pagoda tree in the farmyard blocked the sun from the sun, and only the mottled afterglow leaked through the shade of the tree.

Song Qingshu was sitting in a rattan chair under a tree to enjoy the cool breeze. He had just recovered from a serious illness and his hands and feet had no strength.

Song Qingshu guessed that there was probably a pond not far from this courtyard. He could often hear frogs chirping, and sometimes the breeze would bring a faint fragrance of lotus leaves, which was refreshing.

With a sound of 'squeak', the fence gate of the small courtyard was pushed open, and a handsome young man came in, "Brother Song, how are you feeling these days? I'm free today, so I came to see you."

The person who came was the Mingjiao who advocated Wuji, who was famous all over the world. The Emei faction threw Song Qingshu, who was seriously injured and dying, to him on Mount Shaoshi.

Zhang Zhenren's family rules are strict, Song Qingshu murdered his uncle and rebelled against Wudang, an unforgivable crime, and was shot to death with a single palm. At the same time, his father Song Yuanqiao was also deposed as the head disciple, and he ordered his second disciple Yu Lianzhou to take over.

Zhang Wuji sighed while watching, thinking that the matter was over, and after spending a few days with the Grand Master on Wudang Mountain, he took Zhao Min to Haozhou to deal with his Mingjiao affairs.

At this time, the world is in chaos, and there are many heroes, and there are frequent battles.Although Zhang Wuji has no ambition to compete in the Central Plains, he has an identity that will inevitably be drawn to the forefront, which makes him unable to live a stable life according to his will.

Before going down the mountain, he was quietly stopped by his uncle Song Yuanqiao, who begged him with tears in his eyes.

After going down the mountain, Zhang Wuji had another burden beside him—Song Qingshu, who had died of breath, but suddenly started panting again when his father visited the morgue in the middle of the night.

Song Yuanqiao only had his only son, so he couldn't bear to kill him again anyway, after thinking about it, he had to feel ashamed of the gatekeeper Song Qingshu and secretly entrusted him to Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji was kind-hearted, and he couldn't say no to the uncle's face that seemed to have aged 20 years in a few days, so he agreed to take Song Qingshu away for medical treatment, and then find a place in the countryside for him Incognito for this life.

When he arrived in Haozhou, Zhang Wuji stayed temporarily due to the affairs of his teaching. The matter of Song Qingshu was a top secret, and it was related to the reputation of the master's life. Nursing, he came to see the pulse diagnosis and treatment when he was free.

Zhang Wuji is worthy of being the descendant of Hu Qingniu, the immortal doctor of Butterfly Valley. A few months later, the serious injury on Song Qingshu's body that was supposed to be fatal has gradually improved under Zhang Wuji's wonderful hands.

Seeing that Zhang Wuji came to see him again, Song Qingshu smiled lightly, "I'm fine, not to say that the injury has stabilized now, just insist on taking medicine every day and recuperate slowly. You are busy with academic affairs, so you don't have to visit me all the time. Every time I come here, I have to cover up people’s eyes and ears, not even letting Miss Zhao know, it’s really hard work, let’s save some effort.”

He was born beautiful, although he was sickly and thin, and his face was pale, but he still couldn't hide his handsome face, and his smile immediately filled the courtyard with brilliance.

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but also smiled when he saw it, "Brother Song is in good spirits, it looks like we've met again, I have nothing to do these two days, it doesn't take much effort to come and see you."

As he spoke, he came over and bent down to pick up Song Qingshu's wrist, felt his pulse, nodded and said, "Yes, it's indeed better, and it's also thanks to Brother Song who has practiced Wudang's authentic internal strength since he was a child, and has a very good foundation. to recover so quickly."

He pulled a chair and sat under the tree, "It's cool here."

Song Qingshu said 'hmm', turned his head to look at Zhang Wuji, and found that he was leaning on the back of the chair rubbing his forehead, looking preoccupied, and asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"Yeah, there have been a lot of troubles in the church recently."

Song Qingshu shut up and didn't say any more, he wasn't interested in inquiring about Mingjiao's internal affairs.

At this time, the frogs are singing and the insects are singing, the sky is sunny and the wind is cool, and it is very comfortable to lie under the tree. It would be more comfortable to have a cup of fragrant tea at hand, but it is a pity that Aunt Niu, who took care of him, went to the market to buy things, and he could not order her The leader of Mingjiao went to serve him tea and water, so forget it.

Zhang Wuji sat quietly for a while, then suddenly said, "Aunt Niu is back."

Sure enough, with a "squeak", the fence gate of the small courtyard was pushed open again, and a peasant woman in her forties, short and fat, with a kind smile on her face, and a wooden bucket in her hand walked in, and saw that there was an extra person in the courtyard. Not surprised at all, he stepped forward and bowed to salute, "This subordinate has seen the leader."

Zhang Wuji said, "How many times have I told you that you don't need to be polite outside the classroom."

This woman is a congregation under Mingjiao Ruijin. Zhang Wuji appointed her to take care of Song Qingshu because she was mature and prudent, and she looked like an ordinary peasant woman, not eye-catching at all.

Aunt Niu smiled and said, "How can this subordinate break the teaching rules." Shaking the wooden barrel in her hand, there was half a bucket of water in it, and there were two lively carps, "I just bought two fat carp at the market. Let’s cook, the leader will leave after dinner.”

Zhang Wuji nodded, "Alright." Turning to Song Qingshu, he said, "I'll bother Brother Song that night."

Song Qingshu was very sullen to Aunt Niu every day, and he was a little happy to hear that he was willing to stay, but he didn't show his face, and he just replied very politely, "Why bother, Master Zhang is busy with business, so he can take some time?" Ju, it’s too late for me to be honored.”

Zhang Wuji was a little surprised at his gentle and polite attitude at first, but now he is used to it, and sometimes it is a joy to have a friend of the same age and a good conversationalist to talk with.

After a long time, I was thinking that Song Qingshu's original face is actually like this.

I think that when I was captured by Miejue Shitai and went west together, when I met this senior brother Song for the first time on the road, he was a handsome young man with a three-pointed air, generous and generous, known as Yumian Mengchang, a member of the Emei School. Everyone admires.

It's a pity that he later fell into the devil's way because of the word love, so he perverted and couldn't extricate himself. Now it's a good thing to be able to abandon the past and start a new life.

Song Qingshu was weak and couldn't sit for a long time, so he stood up after a while, first moved his stiff hands and feet, and then slowly walked back to the room, took off his coat and lay down on the bed covered with thick cotton quilts.

After a while, there was the sound of frying in the kitchen, and the aroma of sweet and sour fish wafted over.

Song Qingshu lay on the bed, his heart was peaceful, and he was only focused on waiting for the fish.After such a long time, he has finally learned to control himself not to think about those things in the past, as long as he thinks about those things, he will feel overwhelmed by overwhelming pain.

After closing his eyes and squinting for a while, the food was on the table. Zhang Wuji came over to call him, and skillfully took another thicker robe, helped Song Qingshu to put it on, and then twisted it from the basin on the shelf in the corner Pass over the wet wipes.

Song Qingshu took it with a smile, "I'll do it myself, you don't have to do these things."

Zhang Wuji didn't take it seriously, "I'm a doctor, so it's okay to take care of the patients. You couldn't move for a few months, and when I came, I would help Mrs. Niu wipe your body."

Song Qingshu's face flushed slightly, "At that time I was sick and couldn't do anything, but now I can get up and move around, of course I should do these things by myself."

There is a wooden table in the middle of the main room, on which there are freshly cooked sweet and sour fish, green vegetables, egg drop soup, salted water peanuts, dried bean curd, and two bowls of steaming white rice, simple home-cooked meals, burned delicious.

The two sat down to eat, and they didn't forget to praise that Aunt Niu's craftsmanship is good.

Zhang Wuji ate for a while and suddenly put down his chopsticks and sighed, "Now the generals in the sect are getting more and more out of control, Zhu Yuanzhang actually ignored my warrant and ordered him to do so without authorization. The two of them executed Han Lin'er."

Song Qingshu knew that he was referring to Chang, and the two of them were Chang Yuchun and Xu Da, so he gave him a chopstick of green vegetables, and persuaded him, "I've already killed you, it's useless if you don't want to worry about it, why don't you discuss it with Miss Zhao?" Come on, isn't she always resourceful?"

Zhang Wuji sighed, "She has her difficulties, I never tell Minmei about these things, and she never asks Minmei."

Song Qingshu understood that Zhao Min was the princess of Dayuan, and following Zhang Wuji had already betrayed his father and brother's home country, if she was required to help Zhang Wuji with ideas on these important military and political matters, it would be difficult for her, and she really couldn't do it .

"Listen to you, these people have great prestige in the army, you can't push too hard, but it's not easy to pretend that you don't know about such a big matter. In this way, call Chang and Xu, talk side-by-side, and then tell them When they step down, first smooth out the embarrassment in front of them. Then send capable people in the church to supervise the battle in the army. These generals who hold a lot of troops have too much power. If this continues, you will not be able to control it."

Zhang Wuji tapped his chopsticks lightly and muttered to himself, "The problem is that the army can't get in easily now, who should we send?"

Song Qingshu said, "Naturally, send someone who ranks much higher than them to be able to shock you. You can choose the messenger of light, or the five scattered people, and send them."

Zhang Wuji sighed, "From my point of view, only Yang Zuoshi is the most suitable, but we can't do without him in the teaching, well, let me think again."

After getting along during this period of time, Song Qingshu knew that Zhang Wuji was a bit indecisive in his actions, so that people around him couldn't help but make decisions for him. The relationship between him and him was delicate. He used to be his rival in love, but later he became his benefactor. , now looking at this posture is a bit like a friend who is as light as water between gentlemen.

Since he is a gentleman's friend, he should only talk about these important matters when he mentions them, and don't interfere too much.

After dinner, it was still early, so I went to find a copy of "Huainanzi" and read it. I couldn't help but be addicted to it when I saw the wonderful parts, and I flipped through it page by page until Aunt Niu cleaned up the kitchen and cleaned up all the furniture in the house. After wiping it down, and doing some sewing again, seeing that it was time to go to bed, Song Qingshu came over to urge him, so Song Qingshu reluctantly rolled up and got up.

Slowly brushing his teeth and washing his hands, he has to do everything slowly now, he can't be fast, his hands and feet are still very soft, and sometimes he can't keep up with his movements. Piercing the ears', the aftereffects of a concussion in the brain.

After finally washing himself clean, he was as tired as if he had practiced kung fu for two hours before. He went back to the inner room, lay flat on his back on the soft bed, sighed comfortably, pulled the thin quilt to cover him, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Suddenly it occurred to me that Zhang Wuji left without knowing when, and I was so fascinated by reading that I didn't even hear him leave.Fortunately, this person doesn't care about these things, otherwise he would be very rude.

Zhang Wuji, benefactor? !

The world is really strange, the person who used to be the most hated and wished to kill quickly became his benefactor, he could not repay this kindness of saving his life, he was afraid that he would have to bear it for the rest of his life.

Zhang Wuji didn't feel so emotional about his relationship with Song Qingshu, he was always kind-hearted, always willing to think of the best of others, and he could easily forgive people who plotted against him or harmed him.

Now Song Qingshu has lost all his martial arts skills, and he is a cripple, yet he is very gentle and reasonable, no matter what he will never remember the past against this kind of person.