Song Qingshu's journey of resistance

Evening

There was a slight hum in the silent cabin, and he opened his eyes in a daze. After blinking for a long time, Song Qingshu suddenly remembered that he was almost raped? !

There was a shallow breathing sound next to his ear, his body froze, and he slowly twisted his stiff neck to the left. Sure enough, a very handsome face came into sight the next moment.

Grind your teeth, grind hard, that's him!It was this man who looked slender, soft and charming like an angel, who almost broke the best and last straight man of this century! !

This is not the most exasperating thing, the most exasperating thing is that he still wants him to suffer!

Accept, what kind of concept is that?That's going to be suppressed by a man for a lifetime!Crying to death, thinking of myself as a handsome, slender and strong man, how can I look like it? !

Angrily raised his arm, he wanted to strangle him!The palm floated above Yu Daiyan's neck for a long time, and he sighed dejectedly, he couldn't do it, forget it, he didn't get forced anyway, so let him go this time.

Sit up gently, push Yu Daiyan's arm away angrily, and then his thighs that are pressing on him, damn, such a heavy pair of things are pressing on others, do you want to murder?

Ai?Sitting on the bed scratching your hair like something's not right?Blinking, blinking, blinking again, the leg that I just moved away not far in front of me... I raised my finger and rubbed it, um, the muscles are good, the skin is soft and moderate, and the straight and slender legs make people unable to bear it. Wanting to touch it twice, he smirked "hehehe...", unexpectedly, Yu Daiyan's legs are so long and pretty.

Wait, Yu Daiyan's leg?pretty? ?Stupid, staring blankly at a pair of perfectly proportioned and smooth long legs, are these really Yu Daiyan's legs?Rubbing his eyes, it seems that it can only be his, but, it's not right, isn't Yu Daiyan's leg broken?I remember that before I fainted, I had looked at it carefully. He was really a cripple who couldn't move. What's going on now?Haunted?

No, no, no, let him think about it, what is wrong.

Grabbing his hair tightly, scratching and scratching, he suddenly froze again, magic weapon, where is his magic weapon?Where did it go?Looking left and right, looking up and down, no, there is no shadow at all, he lowered his shoulders in frustration, this time he can be sure that Yu Daiyan's intact legs were indeed obtained in exchange for magic weapons.

For a moment, I couldn't help but want to cry, "My magic weapon..."

He couldn't stay any longer, he wanted to find a place to heal his wounds, and he couldn't accept that the means of transportation he used to return to the 21st century just disappeared like this.

He rushed all the way to the back mountain with his mouth open, and only remembered when he sat down on the rock. It seemed that Yitian's plot had really changed.

Oh, it's messed up, it's all messed up, Yu Daiyan cured his leg disease before Zhang Wuji knew Zhao Min, so what should we do in the future?Slap your head, how does he know!

'Shushasha' the grass made a dark noise, he ignored it, he was just getting annoyed, even if there was a tiger lying in the grass, he still pretended he didn't see it.

What Song Qingshu didn't expect was that although the 'thing' in the grass was not a tiger, it was much more terrifying than a tiger.

"Seventh Junior Brother, I think I've made it very clear last time that we'd better not meet alone in the future. I sincerely hope that this is the last time, is that okay?" Frowning slightly, Yin Liting turned his gaze away Looking into the distance lightly, the jade-like handsome face under the moonlight was slightly bitter and desperate.

Silent, Mo Shenggu just looked at Yin Liting in pain and said nothing, clenched and then loosened the hands hanging on both sides of his body, loosened and clenched again, back and forth, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

"It's getting late, I'm going back to sleep, you... go to bed early too." Without looking back, he just waved his hand lightly, he and Mo Shenggu have nothing to talk about, it's better to leave here as soon as possible.

"Senior Brother Six." Raised his voice to stop the person in front of him from leaving, he pursed the corners of his resolute lips, and his hoarse voice overflowed from Mo Shenggu's mouth, "I can't forget, I can't forget what happened that day... ..." There was a familiar struggle on his face, as soon as he closed his eyes these days, he would remember what happened that day, he and him...something that shouldn't have happened, want to forget?Easier said than done!

Body froze, Yin Liting stood quietly for a long while without turning around, "If you can't forget it, you have to forget it, that was a mistake, a mistake that should never be brought up again!"

"Why? Obviously we..."

"Nothing happened to us!" Turning around sharply, Junxiu's face was indifferent, "Seventh Junior Brother, remember for me, we are just Senior Brothers, and we will always be that way!"

Then he turned around and left, he didn't want to hear any more words about that day, it would make his mood that he had finally calmed down to have undue waves again, the shackles of morality bound him, and the whip of ethics was whipping Looking at him, he and Mo Shenggu shouldn't have anything, and can't have anything, so the only way to forget is to forget!

Seeing the figure of Yin Liting leaving without hesitation, Mo Shenggu once again tightened his lips in pain, and in his piercing eyes, a bit complicated and a bit dim lightly appeared, like a layer of fog that people can't see clearly. It hasn't been gone for a long time.

"Yin Liting..." murmured the bitter and sweet name, was he wrong?Was he really wrong?He obviously tried his best, but... what happened that day was so profound that he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to...

Smile wryly, is he looking for trouble?Who is to blame?I have such a one-on-one personality. When it happens, it happens. Is it true that saying that one sentence should not be remembered can really obliterate everything? !Is he pestering or is Yin Liting deceiving himself?It's all...it's not...

Lost and walking forward, his numb mind was sometimes blank, and sometimes it was unbearably chaotic. He shook his neck and raised his head. The next moment, the blood faded from Mo Shenggu's face.

Song Qingshu is very innocent, really really innocent, innocent people are going to die!

He was just scared by Yu Daiyan and thought of the cold wind blowing from the back mountain. He didn't think about listening to the "Secret History of Wudang" or something like that, but the ears grow on the side of his head, so people say that he can't cut off the ears and throw them into the water, right? ?

And this guy who is ruthless, dazed, confused, and staring at him coldly, can't you just leave after you finish talking?Why do you have to come out of the grass?Just come out and come out, why are you looking up?What are you looking at?Okay now?His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't hide even if he wanted to.

"When did you get here?" Mu Mu asked, his heart was in a mess, he didn't know how much Song Qingshu had heard, he wanted to lie to himself that maybe Song Qingshu just arrived, but the path up the mountain was between him and the sixth senior brother At the foot of the conversation, if Song Qingshu really came later, how could he and Sixth Senior Brother not see it?

what to do?How should he deal with this difficult problem?Kill Song Qingshu?He can't do it!Suddenly flustered, Mo Shenggu was in a dilemma for the first time in his life.

"Qingshu has been here for a long time, just fell asleep and was about to leave, um...hehe, goodbye sixth master." With a dry smile, he jumped up from the rock, the moon was dark and the wind was high, it was time to kill, Your own martial arts are not as good as others, so don't be an unknown ghost under the knife.

"Stop!" He couldn't be allowed to leave, he dodged to block Song Qingshu's path, Mo Shenggu frowned again and again, he couldn't be killed, he couldn't be let go, what should we do?what to do!

"Uncle... Third Uncle is still waiting for Qingshu to go back. If you have something to do, let's talk about it tomorrow?" For the sake of his own life, he even used his honorific name. It is conceivable how flustered Song Qingshu was at this time.

"You can't go, I can't let you go." His wrist stretched out like lightning, and he clasped it tightly on Song Qingshu's wrist with a snap, pressing his fingertips on his veins, causing Song Qingshu's body to soften half of his body.

"Uncle Master... what are you going to do?!" I'm in a hurry, doesn't it mean that Mo Shenggu really wants to kill people to silence him?I remember that the evaluation of Mo Shenggu in the novel is "strong personality". Generally, such people are positive characters, and they should not do bad things, right?right? ?Your forehead is sweating, don't be...

Forced to be led forward by Mo Shenggu, they didn't walk fast, it seemed that even Mo Shenggu didn't know where they were going, and they dragged him up and down the back mountain several times.

The mood changed from the original fear and worry to the current grievance and depression. Finally, when I walked to the waterfall halfway up the mountain for the third time, I was "holding hands" and walking around again and again. I was almost tired. Comrade Xiao Song, who was foaming at the mouth, broke out.

"Seventh Master Uncle, please hurry up if you want to kill, it's better to die with one knife than exhausted, so please give me a good time!" People, if it weren't for Song Qingshu's own good foundation, he would have collapsed and lay on the ground long ago, panting.

"Kill you? Why?" Standing still and turning around, how could he kill him?Murder for selfishness?That was something he never bothered to do, not to mention that Song Qingshu was his senior nephew and the only son of the elder brother, so naturally he would not harm him.

"Don't kill? If you don't kill, why are you leading me around? Are you teasing me?!" Annoyed, what is the saying?A soldier can be killed but not humiliated!

"I..." He didn't know, he looked up at the brightening sky, when the sun rose, could he hold on to Song Qingshu like this again?Of course not, then...the matter between him and Sixth Senior Brother might be told, and then...he shook his head violently, he didn't dare to imagine.

"Uncle Qi, since you don't want to kill me, how about letting me go? Although I don't know why you must hold me and refuse to let me go, but I won't blame you, you are my uncle, naturally It won't really hurt me, will it? Hehe, it's almost dawn, I really have to go back to Jingyuan, or the third uncle will be anxious."

"You don't know anything?" Turning around, staring at Song Qingshu with bloodshot eyes.

"I swear to God, I didn't see anything." He just heard it, and he shouldn't swear carelessly, so naturally he should be careful.

"...Is that really the case..." His expression relaxed a little, if so, everything would be easy...

The hand holding Song Qingshu's pulse door couldn't help but loosen a little. Of course, he hoped that Song Qingshu didn't know anything as he said.

Let go!There was a happy expression on his face, there was only one chance, and it would never come again, how could he not seize it?So taking advantage of Mo Shenggu's inattention, he suddenly pulled out the controlled wrist, picked up Tiyun and turned around, trying to escape for his life.

"Stop!" When his wrist was pulled away from his palm, Mo Shenggu's sanity immediately returned to its original position, and he grasped his palm like a hook. Before Song Qingshu jumped up, he grabbed Song Qingshu's collar, forcefully Bringing it back in front of him again, and then backhanded, he pressed the pulse again, "You want to go..."

The eyes hurt so much, as if sand had entered the eyes, the left hand held the person in his hand tightly and refused to let go, and the right hand rubbed the eyes vigorously, it hurt him to death.

Here, Song Qingshu, who was still unable to break free after throwing away the sand he secretly grabbed, yelled anxiously, "Let go! Let me go!!"

I twisted and kicked, but every time I was hateful, Mo Shenggu easily dodged it. Sure enough, Song Qingshu and Mo Shenggu's internal and external skills were not proportional. Looking at Mo Shenggu from the side, it seemed that Mo Shenggu could barely open it. His eyes were closed, and his heart was so angry that he turned around and hugged Mo Shenggu and fell into the waterfall together. He couldn't believe that this guy would not let him go until he died.

With a sound of 'plop', the two fell into the pool together. Mo Shenggu, who had no time to prepare, was hit by the waves and closed his eyes again. He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The hand holding Song Qingshu never moved. It's been released, but fortunately the pool is not too deep, otherwise the consequences for these two people will be worrisome.

"Mo Shenggu, I'll fight you!!" Isn't that death?I'm afraid you won't succeed!

People say that a dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, and our Comrade Xiao Song is not bad, he is in a hurry...Take off his clothes!

I'll pull, I'll pick, I'll take off, you little one, I don't believe that you can still hold on to him calmly after you've been stripped naked?Hehe, it would be best to have many Wudang disciples come together for a while, and it will be very satisfying to see you up and down!

"Stop! Song Qingshu, I told you to stop, did you hear me!" Keke, he coughed several times, he was angry and choked, his eyes were filled with sand and he couldn't open his eyes, and it was a little bit hard to stop Song Qingshu's movement of picking clothes with one hand He couldn't do what he wanted, and he was frightened by Song Qingshu's rebellious behavior for a while. When Mo Shenggu came back to his senses, the clothes had already left his body.

then……

One turned pale and trembled with anger.

One and a half squinted his eyes, smiled triumphantly, kept pointing fingers, and continued to pick!

Just as the second round of the clothes war was about to start, a sudden shout in mid-air froze everyone.

"Song Qingshu? What are you doing!!"

A loud roar sounded from behind the two of them, a smug smile froze on the corners of their lips, and slowly, slowly turning their heads, Song Yuanqiao's pale face from shock came into view clearly.

There is also Yin Liting, the uncle of the sixth master who left last night. His usual chic temperament is no longer, and his angry and complicated eyes make people feel chills in his heart. What makes him most unacceptable is that he is standing quietly in a light blue gown The silent man on the shore, his sad and painful eyes were like sharp arrows piercing one's chest bluntly and painfully, "Third Master Uncle..." How could he be here?