Yitian's Clothes and Crowns

Song Qingshu sat quietly, he was not proficient in chess, so he didn't see who was better.Pretending to be unintentional, he glanced at Zhang Wuji, and saw that he was looking at the chessboard intently, and his serious face looked a little charming.Song Qingshu shook his head, but then pouted his lips, it seems that he left, this kid is not worried at all, and he is doing well.

Thinking of this, the feeling of guilt for leaving in private disappeared immediately, and he also gave Zhang Wuji, who was hanging his head, a glare.It has to be said that Zhang Wuji really spoiled Song Qingshu's success, so much so that Song Qingshu habitually became confident in matters related to Zhang Wuji.

Unexpectedly, as if Zhang Wuji knew it, he suddenly raised his head and met his gaze, but he didn't say anything, and then lowered his head again.

Song Qingshu touched his nose in embarrassment, watching the chess pieces fall one by one boredly, his thoughts drifted unconsciously, and he didn't know what he was thinking, until Zhang Sanfeng smiled and called out, "Qingshu."

Suddenly he came back to his senses, and saw Zhang Sanfeng looking at him with a smile, while Zhang Wuji was tidying up the chessboard on the stone table, he didn't look over, Song Qingshu felt a trace of disappointment, and looked at Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng took his hand, put his fingers on it, let go after a while, slowly shook his head, and said: "Your father told me about your situation, but you can't see anything from your pulse, although you are a little weak. Getting angry, but it's not a serious problem. Since Wuji is the one who detoxifies, you two brothers must not hurt your relationship because of this, and you should get along well."

Song Qingshu was a little disappointed when he heard the words, but it was expected. Since there was no record in Hu Qingniu's medical books, it was no surprise that Zhang Sanfeng didn't know about it.

"Yes, Qingshu knows." Song Qingshu replied with a smile, and frowned unobtrusively when he caught a glimpse of Zhang Wuji out of the corner of his eye.

Zhang Sanfeng then asked about some things he had seen and heard on the road, and finally sighed: "Nowadays the Tartars are raging, and the people in the Central Plains are struggling to live and their stomachs can't be filled. We martial arts practitioners should rise up and resist."

Song Qingshu nodded in agreement. He couldn't bear to witness the sights along the way. He was a little glad that he was reborn with this identity. If he was a person who starved to death by the side of the road, he really didn't know if he could persist.

"Mingjiao members have revolted in various parts of the Central Plains, and they are working hard to drive out the Tartars. People from the six major sects have also agreed to cooperate with Mingjiao to drive out the Tartars. The master has also arranged for some disciples to go down the mountain. I believe it will not take a few years. , and the Tartars will be driven out." Zhang Wuji said.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and nodded, "It should be so."

Afterwards, he inquired in detail about Zhang Wuji's strategic arrangements for resisting Yuan soldiers, and made some suggestions from time to time. Zhang Wuji was also very enlightening, and the two talked very speculatively.Song Qingshu was a little surprised when he heard it from the sidelines. It turned out that Zhang Wuji had grown up so well in a place he didn't know. Come.

Song Qingshu was suddenly a little confused, it was obviously the same face that he had grown up with, but the separation of only twenty days had already made him feel a little strange. The bright and sharp eyes, as well as the ingenious strategies he kept proposing, made Song Qingshu clearly realize how outstanding this person is.

Since coming to this small courtyard for so long, Zhang Wuji not only didn't question him why he left, nor pestered him like before, and didn't even keep his eyes on him.Such an abnormality made Song Qingshu feel a little strange, and felt a little uncomfortable.

After coming out of Zhang Sanfeng's place, Song Qingshu didn't take the initiative to talk to Zhang Wuji, and Zhang Wuji didn't open his mouth either. Yard slammed the door shut and punched the table angrily.

After drinking a cup of herbal tea, the irritability in my heart finally subsided a little, but Song Qingshu's face was still ugly due to the itching in his posterior acupoint.When I came out of the small courtyard just now, I don't know if it was because I walked closer with Zhang Wuji, or because of something else, the back acupuncture point suddenly became more and more itchy, and that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of emptiness swept over my whole body at the same time. Song Qingshu suddenly became very irritable for Zhang Wuji who was walking beside him without saying a word, and closed the door without paying attention to Zhang Wuji when he entered the yard.

Looking at the closed door, Zhang Wuji was not angry, and walked towards the Sanqing Hall with a smile.

Song Qingshu calmed down, waiting for the itching to pass, it was almost dark, he washed up and lay down on the bed.

When he woke up the next day, looking at the cold place around him, Song Qingshu was in a daze for a moment, but then realized that he was expecting Zhang Wuji to come over at night, which was really useless.

After telling Xiao Tong to send Zhu Guo and Xiao Snake to Zhang Wuji's residence, Song Qingshu wandered leisurely in Wudang Mountain, went around a few uncles' places, and seeing the joyous appearance of Wudang faction, he felt a little bit in his heart. pleasure.Finally, I came to the woods in the back mountain where I often stayed ten years ago, lying comfortably on the grass, the warm sun was shining, and it was warm.

He casually built a simple straw hut, originally for resting, but it was too comfortable, so he fell asleep directly, and when he woke up, the sun was setting, and the day passed like this.But Zhang Wuji still didn't talk to him, and Zhang Wuji still didn't come that night, and after Song Qingshu took a bath, the itching in his back acupoint became more intense.

Song Qingshu could only grit his teeth and bear it, while secretly scolding that bastard Zhang Wuji, didn't he just leave without saying hello, didn't even talk to him, and never get close to him if he has the ability.Song Qingshu was half angry, half aggrieved, and also stubborn. When he saw Zhang Wuji the next day, he turned his head and left as if he hadn't seen it.

And Zhang Wuji just smiled at his performance, and explained a little dotingly when Song Yuanqiao and others asked him that it was just a quarrel, and he would be fine soon.As a result, Song Qingshu was dragged to a corner by Song Yuanqiao and taught him a lesson, telling him to behave like a senior brother and not to bully Wuji.Seeing Zhang Wuji smiling there, Song Qingshu ground his teeth, this kid knows how to pretend.

This day was the day when Yin Liting got married, lanterns and festoons were hung on Wudang Mountain, people from all walks of life in Wulin came to congratulate her, Yang Xiao and others also came to the mountain early.Song Qingshu, as the No. 1 disciple of the third generation of Wudang School and the son of Song Yuanqiao, was naturally arranged to greet the guests at the entrance of the hall.

Song Qingshu looked at those familiar or unfamiliar martial arts people who expressed their congratulations with smiles, ordered the little boy to accept the gift, and suddenly remembered that when Zhang Sanfeng's [-]th birthday was celebrated ten years ago, those people from several major factions celebrated his birthday They forced Zhang Cuishan and his wife to death, turning a happy event into a funeral.

The corners of his mouth were raised in a suitable arc, and he looked at these people with some irony in his eyes. Today's Wudang sect has a lot to do with Mingjiao, and even if the things of the past are repeated, they are not afraid of anyone.

Zhang Sanfeng personally wrote the words "beautiful children and beautiful women" hanging in the center of the lobby, and everyone was wearing new clothes, even Zhang Sanfeng changed his usual shabby cloth robes into a dark red robe, which made his complexion look even brighter. It looks rosy and more energetic.

The auspicious time has arrived, and the sound of firecrackers blares continuously. Yang Buhui is wearing a red brocade robe, a phoenix crown and a xiapei, and a red scarf on his face. Pa, looked at Yang Buhui walking step by step with a beam of joy, his eyes were gentle.

Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Xiao sat on the top, one on the left and the other on the right, watching the newcomers pay their respects, and they smiled and nodded repeatedly when they paid their respects to the high hall for the third time.

Song Qingshu stood aside with a smile and looked at the two of them, watching the little girl who followed him step by step on her own life path. Yin Liting is a good person, at least don't worry about having three wives and four concubines, if you don't regret it, you should. happiness.

Suddenly a scorching gaze looked over, Song Qingshu looked over, and met Zhang Wuji's gaze, full of emotions mixed with desire directly rushed into his heart, making Song Qingshu's mind suddenly flashed the scene of detoxification that day, and his face immediately changed Reddish, unnaturally avoiding sight.

But then he reacted and glared at the past, only to see that Zhang Wuji had already turned his head to talk to others.And the numbness and itching that started to rise from the back acupuncture point caused Song Qingshu's face to change slightly, and his eyebrows frowned involuntarily, and then he relaxed.

After the salute was over, everyone sat at the table and drank heavily,

Song Qingshu also sat down in front of the Wudang disciples, and Zhang Wuji was naturally on the Mingjiao side.Song Qingshu gulped down the wine, and refused to refuse the toast to those disciples. These people grew up with Song Qingshu, but they were a little strange after being separated for ten years. Seeing him so forthright now, they applauded loudly, and felt the distance getting closer some.

As Song Yuanqiao's disciple, Song Qingshu was No. 1 among the third-generation disciples. Naturally, these third-generation disciples flattered him a lot, and they toasted one cup after another.And Song Qingshu was very irritable because of the itching of the posterior acupoint, and he still had a habitual gentle smile on his face, pouring glasses of wine into his mouth.

Feeling a faint sticky liquid coming out of the back acupuncture point, the veins on Song Qingshu's forehead twitched unconsciously, and the inner strength in his hand spit out, and with a click, the cup in his hand actually shattered.The disciple who was toasting suddenly looked at Song Qingshu in surprise, and the others at the table also looked at him.

Song Qingshu rubbed his head, with a trace of apology, said: "Drink too much, I have a headache, let's continue."

"Eldest brother, how about I help you to rest?" the disciple sitting next to Song Qingshu asked worriedly.

Song Qingshu nodded, and let the disciple support him to walk towards the backyard. The itching and emptiness in the back acupuncture point became more and more intense.Song Qingshu closed his eyes, frowned uncomfortably, and the breath in his nose was also a little unstable.

Seeing him like this, the disciple knew how uncomfortable he was, so he helped Song Qingshu to speed up his pace.Suddenly the people around him were pulled over, the disciple was shocked, he didn't relax until he saw it was Zhang Wuji.

"Senior brother teach me, you go back first." Zhang Wuji said lightly.

The disciple also knew about Zhang Wuji, so he nodded and left obediently.

Song Qingshu smelled the familiar scent, first reflexively approached, but then reacted, raised his hand and pushed Zhang Wuji, frowned dissatisfied, and said loudly: "Zhang Wuji is a bastard, a big bastard."

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Zhang Wuji shook his head helplessly, with a doting smile on his face, he directly picked him up by the waist, and disappeared in place in a flash.

Put the person directly on the bed, unbutton the robe in twos and threes, perhaps sensing the strong masculine aura on Zhang Wuji's body, the Gu worm reacted more intensely, the back acupoint continued to shrink, and the sticky liquid flowed slowly Coming out, Song Qingshu hugged Zhang Wuji unconsciously, and slowly rubbed his face against his heart. His soft lips slid over the protruding nipples, making Zhang Wuji gasp.

He lowered his head to support the back of Song Qingshu's head, and entered the slightly parted lips, the tip of his tongue was tightly entangled, sucking, stirring, teasing, and the body fluid slowly flowed down along the closed lips.The hands are also nimbly caressing the smooth body.

Song Qingshu felt as if he was on top of a raging fire, his whole body was scorching hot, the hidden part behind him was so empty, it kept shrinking and wriggling, and his warm and rough hands slid on his body.

Suddenly there was a slight stabbing pain in the neck, Song Qingshu woke up suddenly, and saw a black head buried in the neck, Song Qingshu knew who it was without looking at the face.

His heart was beating fast and his whole body was burning hot. Song Qingshu took a breath, stretched out his hand to push Zhang Wuji, but his hand was limp and had no strength, and he gritted his teeth, "Zhang Wuji, get down for me."

A finger suddenly entered the empty hole, and the sudden satisfaction made Song Qingshu's upper body move unconsciously, and an uncontrollable groan escaped from his mouth. Zhang Wuji raised his head, twitching his fingers, and looked at the expression with a smile on his face. Song Qingshu, who was flushed and bit his lip, said, "Senior brother, you really want it here."

Song Qingshu closed his eyes, then opened them again, "Didn't you ignore me? What are you doing now?" His voice revealed a hint of grievance.

Zhang Wuji said aggrievedly: "Obviously the senior brother left Wuji first, and he didn't talk to me when he came back. It's all the senior brother's fault."

Song Qingshu's mind was a little unclear, he thought about Zhang Wuji's words in a daze, and the hand under him was still raging, so he couldn't think clearly. In the end, he felt that what Zhang Wuji said was right. Looking at his aggrieved look, he stretched out his hand Touching his head, "Okay, it's the brother who is wrong."

"Then senior brother should make up for Wuji." Zhang Wuji looked at the blushing person with dark eyes and said seductively.

Song Qingshu nodded, "What does Wuji want senior brother to do?"

Zhang Wuji suddenly pulled out his finger on the posterior acupoint, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother give Wuji a blowjob, okay?"

Waves of pleasure came from under him, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, Song Qingshu's mind was in a daze, and he nodded indiscriminately when he heard Zhang Wuji's words.The next moment, a giant with a slight fishy smell stuck to his lips, Song Qingshu frowned, and opened his lips to want Zhang Wuji to take it away, but unexpectedly the giant rushed in.

Song Qingshu frowned uncomfortably, and stretched out his tongue to push the thing out, but unexpectedly, the thing swelled up again, and pushed in a little more. The feeling of touching his throat made Song Qingshu uncomfortable, and stretched out his hand to press it. .

Standing upright and being sucked into the warm and tight mouth, the flexible tongue is wrapped and slides up and down, sucking and allowing from time to time, accompanied by the rapid thrusting of the back acupoint, bringing strong pleasure, the blocked mouth wants to use force Panting but couldn't, instinctively pressed his tongue against the top of the avatar in his mouth, trying to push him out.

This action brought Zhang Wuji even greater pleasure, he couldn't help thrusting vigorously into Song Qingshu's mouth, and at the same time, his fingers also wreaked havoc in the corridor.

The too deep avatar made Song Qingshu feel very uncomfortable, but there was more and more intense pleasure coming from under him, and water vapor gradually appeared in the eyes, flowing down the corners of the eyes.In the interweaving of pain and pleasure, he could only breathe weakly.

In the end, Zhang Wuji let out a muffled groan, and his clone pressed against Song Qingshu's throat, and sprayed out. Song Qingshu swallowed instinctively, and rubbed against his sensitive top, bringing Zhang Wuji even greater pleasure.

When Zhang Wuji pulled out his doppelgänger and turned his head, he saw Song Qingshu's eyes open in a daze, the eye sockets were still a little red, the white turbidity from his just ejaculation overflowed from the red and swollen lips, and there was joy in the pain between the brows.

This kind of Song Qingshu made Zhang Wuji's desire that had just been vented more intense. He pulled the pillow aside and put it under Song Qingshu's waist, put his legs on his shoulders, separated the two buttocks to reveal the small hole, and stabbed hard, reaching the deepest point.

Song Qingshu's body stiffened for a moment, but soon relaxed, his eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the person on him with mist.Zhang Wuji couldn't bear it anymore, and started a fierce impact.

After going in and out again and again, the sound of panting mixed with moaning sounded in the house, and the moaning sound gradually turned into low weeping and begging for mercy from time to time, and it didn't stop until dawn.

Zhang Wuji hugged the person in his arms tightly, and his avatar was still buried in Song Qingshu's body, feeling the delicate and silky touch and the fiery temperature.Messy breathing, sweat-drenched body, blushing face, charming eyes, white turbidity on the brocade quilt.

All these gave Zhang Wuji a solid sense of reality.

Senior brother belongs to him.