Qingshu Wuji

Early the next morning, Zhang Sanfeng set off with Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji.The five Wudang disciples wanted to go with them, but Zhang Sanfeng said: "If we have a large number of people, it will inevitably arouse the suspicion of the Shaolin sect. It is better for us, one old, two young, three to go."

The three of them each rode a green donkey and headed north.Shaolin and Wudang, two major schools of martial arts are actually very close to each other, from Wudang Mountain in northern Hubei to Songshan Mountain in western Henan, it takes only a few days.The three of them crossed the Han River from Laohekou, arrived at Nanyang, traveled northward to Ruzhou, turned west again, and reached Songshan Mountain.

The three of them went up to Mount Shaoshi, tied the green donkey under the tree, and rode on foot. Zhang Sanfeng revisited the old place and recalled that more than [-] years ago, Master Jueyuan picked up a pair of iron buckets and fled with Guo Xiang and himself. Shaolin, looking back at the past at this time, is it not just a lifetime?But seeing the five peaks as before, the forest of steles as before, but Jueyuan, Guo Xiang and others are long gone.

Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji were very moved when they saw the grand master, they didn't bother them, and walked up the mountain slowly behind him.

The three of them arrived at Yiwei Pavilion, Shaolin Temple was already in sight, and they saw two young monks walking towards them talking and laughing.Zhang Sanfeng made an inquiry and said: "I'm sorry to inform you that Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang Mountain is asking to see Master Abbot."

Song Qingshu knew that it was useless for them to come to Shaolin, and Shaolin was not so generous to show Zhang Wuji the incomplete scriptures of Shaolin.Thinking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing softly, if the scriptures in Shaolin were useful, Zhang Wuji would have to steal them even if he went to steal them.But that was of no use at all.

So what should he do now?Go to the Western Regions to find the ape with the "Nine Suns Manual" in its belly?There are so many cliffs, so many monkeys, how can they be found so cleverly?

Hearing Song Qingshu sigh, Zhang Wuji didn't know why he frowned, but he pulled the hem of his clothes, winked at Zhang Sanfeng behind his back, and made faces at him.

Song Qingshu smiled at him, reached out and touched his head.Before he knew it, Zhang Wuji had grown to his ears, but his temperament was still the same naughty.

Zhang Wuji pouted awkwardly, he thought he had grown up, but his brother still treated him like a child.Although he enjoyed it in private, he still felt awkward in front of outsiders.

Obviously he wants to protect senior brother...

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji was even more looking forward to getting another copy of Nine Suns from Shaolin Temple.

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Things were still as Song Qingshu expected, Shaolin Temple did not agree at all.

Zhang Sanfeng brought them down Shaoshi Mountain, guessing that Zhang Wuji's life would not last long, he simply gave up the idea of ​​medical treatment, just told him some jokes, told him some anecdotes on the way, to relieve each other's worries.Zhang Sanfeng has nearly a hundred years of experience, and many stories even Song Qingshu can listen to with fascination.But Zhang Wuji knew that his last hope of survival had been cut off, and his life was not long, so he completely lost the mood to laugh.Song Qingshu didn't know how to release him for a while.

On this day, when they reached the banks of the Han River, the three of them took a ferry across the river.The boat was in the midstream, the Han River was turbulent, the small ferry was shaking, Song Qingshu still slept with Zhang Wuji in his arms, the person in his arms was getting colder day by day, his heart was also like waves of thoughts.

Zhang Wuji suddenly said: "Brother, you don't have to be sad, after I die, you can see your parents, that's very good."

Song Qingshu said: "Don't say that, Grand Master will try to save you no matter what."

Zhang Wuji buried his face in his arms, and said sullenly: "Senior brother, you don't have to coax me anymore. The Grand Master has nothing to do."

"There is no unparalleled road, don't worry." Song Qingshu patted him on the back, he calculated, they have already sailed the Han River, and they will meet Chang Yuchun and Zhou Zhiruo in a short time.Even if he didn't meet him, he still had to remind Grand Master to take Wuji to Butterfly Valley.

Zhang Wuji fell silent again, and suddenly said after a long while: "Senior brother, it's fine if I go just like this. My adoptive father is very kind to me, my father and mother are also very kind to me, and the grand master and all the uncles and uncles are very kind to me. It’s also very good, and senior brother... is also very good to me. What I owe you, I will pay you back in the next life..."

Song Qingshu was furious at the tone of his account of the funeral. When the yin and yang internal forces in his chest were wrestling, his blood boiled, he grabbed Zhang Wuji's hand and pressed it towards his wrist. "What do you want to pay back in the next life? You have to pay it back to me in this life! Feel it yourself, how do you think you will pay me for my martial arts?"

Zhang Wuji was taken aback by Song Qingshu's hasty tone, and cautiously output a little internal force to detect the situation in his body.Having become a doctor after a long illness, Zhang Wuji also read many medical books in the past two years. Of course, Song Qingshu deliberately showed him these books.Song Qingshu thought that he would always go to Butterfly Valley in the future, so learn some medical knowledge in advance so that people don't look down on him.

The more Zhang Wuji touched his pulse, the uglier his face became. Later, he even sat up, looked at Song Qingshu's face carefully, and finally murmured in disbelief: "How could this be? Brother! How could this be?" He Although he hurriedly asked questions, he never knew in his heart that it was his own willfulness that caused such a situation.If he hadn't held his senior brother by his side, the martial arts practiced by his senior brother for many years would not have become like this.

Although Song Qingshu didn't want to say it, but he was even more arrogant and self-defeating. This time he must be stimulated to be normal.Otherwise, even if he slept with him at night, it would be a disaster if he couldn't bear the attack of cold poison and plunged into the Han River to commit suicide.So he kept his face cold and sneered and said, "How about it? Do you still want to die? If you don't pay off everything you owe me, don't think about dying so easily."

Song Qingshu originally wanted to stimulate Zhang Wuji with words, so that he would stop thinking of death, but he didn't expect the stimulation to be too much. Zhang Wuji suddenly jumped down on him, his arms tightly around him, and exerted all his strength. , Trembling in his ear: "Senior Brother...Senior Brother...I don't want to die, I want to accompany you, I will always pay you in this life, is this enough? Senior Brother, I actually don't want to die..."

Song Qingshu was taken aback by his hug at first, but then he was taken aback by his words, and only then did he realize that he really had the will to die.Hearing this, he was even more frightened in his heart, and repeatedly patted his back and said, "Okay, okay, then live well. But you don't have to be with me for the rest of your life, as long as you live well, that's fine."

Zhang Wuji buried his head in his hair, shook his head and said, "No, it will last forever."

Standing in front of the cabin door, Zhang Sanfeng listened to the words of the two people in the cabin, burst into tears, and finally heaved a long sigh and walked away.

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The next day, Zhang Sanfeng rescued Chang Yuchun who was being chased by Yuan soldiers, and Zhou Zhiruo by the way.

Song Qingshu also got his previous thoughts out of Zhang Wuji's mouth.

It turned out that Zhang Wuji didn't want Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu to be sad when they saw his cold poison attack, and he knew that he would die so he gave up the idea of ​​lingering. He wanted to throw himself into the river last night.But now that he knew that Song Qingshu had made such a big sacrifice for him, his internal energy was disordered, and sooner or later he would even be completely abolished.Under Zhang Wuji's heartache, not to mention that Song Qingshu just let him live, even if he was asked to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, he would never blink his eyes.

Song Qingshu was always afraid, he didn't expect to educate Zhang Wuji very well, the former Zhang Wuji was weak and cowardly, probably didn't even have the courage to commit suicide.As a result, the little juniors he educated abided by the principles he taught, did not want to show weakness in front of others, and would rather cut off their own way of life.Song Qingshu wiped off a cold sweat, after meeting Chang Yuchun and Zhou Zhiruo, he went ashore to buy food himself, cooked the food, put it on the small table in the cabin, cooked five bowls of chicken, meat, fish, and vegetables in total.Because of Zhang Wuji's cold poison attack again in the morning, his hands and feet were cold and weak, Song Qingshu personally picked up a bowl to feed him.

Zhang Wuji hadn't had a good meal these days, and now he made up his mind to survive no matter what, so he leaned into Song Qingshu's arms, and ate up a big bowl in his hands.

Song Qingshu picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth for him. He has been taking care of Zhang Wuji in this way for the past two years, so all movements are very natural.As soon as he put down the empty bowl, he saw Zhou Zhiruo staring at them intently.

Zhou Zhiruo is only ten years old this year, with old clothes and bare feet. Although she is a poor girl from a boat family, she has a beautiful face and she is a beautiful fetus. Look at Zhang Wuji.

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded, how could he have forgotten this?The plot of Hanshui feeding porridge should be Zhou Zhiruo's part.But he had already fed him, and Song Qingshu didn't want Zhang Wuji to have anything to do with Zhou Zhiruo, after all, the latter would be a shrewd and difficult master in the future, and one thing more is worse than one thing less.So Song Qingshu didn't take it seriously, and after putting Zhang Wuji in a good place, he took the porridge and sent it to Chang Yuchun who was recuperating outside the cabin.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's eyes chasing Song Qingshu's back, Zhang Wuji smiled like a child showing off his belongings, "How is it? My senior brother is handsome, right?"

Zhou Zhiruo nodded, and said to him enviously: "Your senior brother is so kind to you. I wish I had such a good brother or senior brother."

"No, he's my senior brother!" Zhang Wuji suddenly felt a sense of crisis from nowhere, and stared at Zhou Zhiruo closely, for fear that she would open his mouth and snatch his senior brother away.

Zhou Zhiruo stared at him blankly, wondering what she said wrongly, which made the young master so angry.

Zhang Wuji looked at her defensively, but he remembered the words his mother said before his death.

Mother, I will stay away from pretty women!Not even pretty girls come near!

Yes, let the seniors stay away from them too!