Song Qingshu's journey of resistance

Wudang Mountain

The majestic peaks rise from the ground, and the forests in the mountains are dense and the streams at the foot of the mountains are gurgling. From a distance, the endless mountains make people feel refreshed.

At this time, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was sitting quietly on the rock, the wind blew his green shirt and made a sound, and the young man's jade-like face was even more charming in the flying black hair.

"Damn, you kicked me here before I asked, and now I'm fine, the original owner of this body has learned everything from internal strength, lightness skill, swordsmanship, palm technique, but this identity... "Long sighed, he lay on his back on the rock and closed his eyes without saying a word. He really wanted to go crazy when he mentioned that ghost messenger.

I still remember that when I found out who I was just now, I was really shocked. Who do you think it is not good to be reborn on Song Qingshu?This girl is a piece of trash from beginning to end!

First he was 'out of favor' because of jealousy, and then he was used again and again because of emotional frustration, and finally healed, and the end was extremely miserable. Although every remake of Yi Tian Tu Long Ji has a different end about Song Qingshu, the result is the same, isn't it? Suicide is homicide, in short, death is inevitable.

Bai Yan, did the ghost messenger bring him here just to let him experience the countdown to death?Secretly counting Song Qingshu's life experience, and then talking about his current age, well, he is not far away from abuse.

'Shushasha~' There was a dark noise from the woods not far away, and he raised his eyebrows indifferently, Comrade Xiao Song turned sideways and continued to be in a daze.

"Shushasha..." The sound became louder and louder, and after a while a thin and small figure slowly walked from the forest. It was a boy in his teens, his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he stood up straight. There was thin sweat on his nose, and his blood-colored lips were tightly pressed into a straight line. He seemed to be very uncomfortable, and he was shaking like he was about to fall down at any time.

Um?Slowly sat up, Song Qingshu quietly looked at the little boy who sat down against the stone, this boy didn't look big, he was in poor health, he was a male creature, and he could easily come to the back mountain of Wudang by himself , then... he should be Zhang Wuji, right?

Don't blame him for not knowing it, because he didn't get any information about Song Qingshu. If he didn't happen to read Yitian Tulongji, he would probably have to pass it on the first day.

"Father...mother..." A faint, slightly crying voice poured into his ears, blinking his eyes and poking his head out, Zhang Wuji who was beside the stone was huddling himself tightly, as if trying to endure something.

He... Could it be the cold poison attack?But it's not right, the reason why I haven't seen him these days is because his cold poison attack was brought to be treated by the grand master?How could he get sick again just after he came out?

"Cold...so cold...Father, mother, Wuji is so cold..." A depressive murmur came out from the dull noise, Zhang Wuji shrank his body again, his thin body was like a leaf in the wind , trembling with the wind, showing drifting.

Eyes straightened, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart, and sighed secretly, Zhang Wuji was not easy, he was born with a tragic color, his parents were good and the other evil, and his adoptive father was a big trouble, so he finally learned He has become a high-ranking leader with all his kung fu, and because of his love for his children, he was tortured by two women. Looking at his life, there are really more pains than joys.

"Hey, are you alright?" I couldn't ignore it anymore, one jumped off the rock and squatted quietly beside Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu asked softly as much as possible.

Hehe... He looks weaker from a closer look, but he doesn't need anyone's sympathy. As the saying goes, the heavens will send great powers to the people, and as the protagonist, this is his destiny.

Um?Obviously he didn't expect anyone here, Zhang Wuji slowly raised his head, "...Senior Brother Song?" How could he be here?Thinking of the way this man looked at him when they met for the first time, Zhang Wuji lowered his eyes subconsciously.

ah?Startled by Zhang Wuji's avoidance, he blinked and nodded in understanding after a long time.

Alas, poor kid, I dare not talk to people directly anymore. It's really hard to imagine that this little boy will become a hero who saved Wudang and even the entire martial arts world in the future. Sure enough, there is a gap between reality and dreams.

"Wuji, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to carry you down the mountain?" Get closer, touch the boy's head with a big hand, feel the thin hair in the palm trembling slightly, pursed lips blooming a touch of happiness Laughing, the feeling of touching the top of the future ultimate boss's head is cool.

"Brother Song...?" Completely stunned, is the person looking at him with gentle eyes really Song Qingshu?Didn't he always hate himself and dislike himself?Why did you... suddenly treat him nicely today?He...he looks so pretty when he smiles.

"What's the matter?" Tilting his head, recovering from forgetfulness, Song Qingshu smiled and sat beside Zhang Wuji.

"No...it's nothing." Withdrew his gaze and shook his light vigorously. Senior Brother Song was so charming. He knew from the first time he saw him that this senior brother who was favored by the whole Wudang Mountain not only had a charming appearance, but also had first-class martial arts. One is good.

"Hehe..." With a low smile, Zhang Wuji blushed, it was so funny.

Zhang Wuji began to bite his lips after hearing the laugh, and buried his head deeply between his knees. He knew that Brother Song was laughing at him, but he couldn't control his blushing. He was really useless.

"Okay, stop laughing at you, Wuji, did you suffer from cold poison just now? I heard you say cold." Thinking of Zhang Wuji's appearance just now, Song Qingshu ignored his objection and forced his head up.

"No, I didn't suffer from the cold, I just..." I was homesick, thinking of the home on that remote island, where there were parents and adoptive father, so warm and happy.

"Wuji..." Sighing, he hugged the tear-filled boy into his arms. He was only a teenager but had to endure so much pain, so what if he was the protagonist?Not to have a lot of misfortunes.

"Brother, I miss my father and my mother. I don't understand why those people forced them to death." He grabbed Song Qingshu's clothes with both hands, and the tears that he had endured for a long time suddenly fell silently. The scenes of that day never disappeared in his dreams. He didn't dare to tell the grand master that he was afraid that the old man would be sad along with him, so he could only find a corner where others couldn't see when he was alone. Hold yourself silently shed tears.

"Good boy, senior brother knows you are sad, so it's good to cry out. With senior brother by your side, you are not alone at all." Holding the person who was crying louder and louder tightly in his arms, he patted his hand lightly. Back, he knew that what Zhang Wuji needed now was not persuasion or enlightenment, he just wanted to find someone to rely on so that he would not be so lonely when he was vulnerable.

The breeze was light and cool, and the sky gradually darkened. Under the big rock in the woods, the two cuddling figures separated from each other after a long time from sound to silence.

"Senior brother... I'm sorry, I made your clothes dirty." She lowered her head in embarrassment, she felt much better after crying for a while, secretly glanced at the person who was still smiling at the corner of her mouth, and her heart suddenly became warm , It feels good to have someone to accompany you when you are lonely.

"What does it matter, at worst, when you recover from your illness, why don't you wash my clothes for three days?" Rubbing Zhang Wuji's head, hehe... If I can really wait until that day, I don't know if I will Dreaming and waking up with a smile.

"I can wash it now, and I'll wash it for my brother when I get down the mountain, okay?" Zhang Wuji asked cautiously while holding Song Qingshu's arm and raising his head.

He didn't know if Senior Brother Song would become the stranger again after leaving here, thinking that the person who looked at him tenderly in front of him would look at him with disgust again, he felt sad and his chest was tight.

"No need, you'd better take care of your health first." Laughing dumbfounded, how could he not see Zhang Wuji's worry?The current Song Qingshu will definitely not hate Zhang Wuji, maybe one day in the future he will have to hug the leg of this big Buddha to save his life, thinking, turned around with a smile and slightly bent one leg, "Come on, Lie on my back and I will carry you down the mountain."

"No, no, I can walk by myself." He waved his hands again and again, how could he let Senior Brother Song carry him?Absolutely not!

"Be obedient, come up." Turning his head and smiling at the embarrassing person, Zhang Wuji at this time is just a half-grown child in his eyes, no matter what the purpose is, it is always right to reach out his hand when he is weak.

"I...I..." Yadang refused to step forward, although the broad shoulders really attracted him, but...

"What me? If I don't come up, I will leave alone. I will ask you for the last time, can I come up?" Squinting his eyes, he remembered that he would feel cold when he did this in the mirror. Probably his predecessor Song Qingshu liked to look at people like this, right?You don't have to do it deliberately, just droop your eyelids, habit, it really is a terrible thing.

"I'll go, I'll go." Frightened by his elder brother's cold look, afraid that he would really leave alone, Zhang Wuji hurried forward a few steps, bent down, and obediently lay on Song Qingshu's back, obediently making people laugh .

"Tighten my neck, and be careful not to fall off." Instructed softly to stand upright, look into the distance, and slam his feet into the distance. It's good to have light work, much faster than riding a car.

Tighten your arms and silently put your head on the senior brother's back. My ears are filled with the sound of the senior brother's powerful heartbeat. The wind blows my hair but can't blow the smile from the corner of my mouth. I really hope that this moment can be longer and longer, and no longer Lonely is no longer lonely, he likes the smell of senior brother, he feels at ease...

The moonlight stretched the shadows of the two for a long time, and the overlapping shadows were like the fate of the two who were about to change, destined to be entangled endlessly.