Qingshu Wuji

Since Zhang Wuji accepted Miejue Shitai's three palms, and the martial arts experts promised everything, he naturally let everyone in Ruijinqi go.

Miejue Shitai waved his left hand, said nothing, and led his disciples towards the west.People from Kunlun, Huashan, Kongtong and Yin Liting followed with the casualties.Rui Jinqi and the Sky Eagle Sect had always been at odds, but they quickly cleared up the battlefield and left with the dead in their arms.

In an instant, there was no one around Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji.If it weren't for the messy footprints on the ground and the undried blood on the sand, no one would believe that not long ago, this place was still a hell like the Shura Field.

It's just that it won't be long before there is another gust of wind, and these footprints and bloodstains will be buried forever, just like all history.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji who was still lowering his head to apply medicine to his hand, and smiled uncomfortably: "This injury is nothing, there is no need to apply medicine." Stabbed the palm.But he was very puzzled, why did Zhang Wuji know that his palm was injured?

In fact, although Zhang Wuji was receiving the three palms from Miejue Shitai, his attention never left Song Qingshu on the hill.He shouldn't have suffered such a serious injury in the second palm, but just happened to see his senior brother and Zhou Zhiruo talking and laughing, and his mind was shaken for a while, so he was injured by Miejue Shitai.

And when he confirmed that his senior brother was still worried about him in the end, he couldn't help smiling.

Zhang Wuji insisted on finishing the medicine, he didn't want to leave any scars on his senior brother, let alone his slender hands like jade?

Song Qingshu couldn't resist him, so he let him go, but he didn't doubt why Zhang Wuji cared so much about him as a "cheap master". "Don't you need to adjust your breath for your injury?" He still remembered that Zhang Wuji was vomiting blood when he was beaten by Miejue Shitai.

Zhang Wuji shook his head and said, "No, it's already recovered."

It really is Xiaoqiang... Song Qingshu laughed and said with relief: "You have done a good job and saved many people."

Zhang Wuji was praised by his senior brother, and suddenly felt that the pain just now was nothing.

Song Qingshu looked at the vast desert, but his heart was worried.With no one to guide them, how are they going to get to the Bright Summit?

Suddenly, he found a sand dune not far away moving towards them at high speed, his heart moved, and he smiled all over his face.

Zhang Wuji gave Song Qingshu the medicine, and was holding his senior brother's too beautiful hands in a daze, never thought that Song Qingshu would suddenly hold his hands backhanded, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but be taken aback by the slippery feeling on the back of his hands.

At this moment, a man in green robe suddenly emerged from the yellow sand.

Zhang Wuji turned pale with fright, and was about to fly to meet the enemy, but in the end he lost the opportunity because his hands were held by Song Qingshu.All of a sudden, his eyes went dark, and his whole body, including Song Qingshu, was covered by a huge cover. He quickly hugged his brother in his arms, and then he felt his body hanging in the air, as if he was in a cloth bag, being caught The man lifted it up.Zhang Wuji hurriedly moved his hands to tear the cloth bag, but he didn't know that the bag was neither silk nor leather, it was extremely tough, it felt like the pattern of the cloth, obviously it was made of coarse cloth, but it didn't budge when he tore it off.

The man picked up the bag and threw it on the ground, laughed loudly, and said, "If you can get out of my cloth bag, it's your job."

Zhang Wuji mobilized his internal strength, and pushed his hands outward, but the bag was so soft that it would not bear any force.He raised his right foot and kicked it hard, there was a muffled sound, and the bag protruded slightly, no matter how he pulled, pushed, tore, rolled and bumped, the cloth bag was always lifeless and unaffected by the force.

Zhang Wuji hugged Song Qingshu, sweating profusely from anxiety, but Song Qingshu said flatly, "Where are you taking us?"

The man laughed and said: "Sure enough, a master has eyesight. Boy, stay in my bag of Qiankun obediently, and I will take you to a good place. You can tell people if you say a word. Can't save you."

Zhang Wuji frowned and said, "What are you going to do?"

The man said with a smile: "You have fallen into my pouch, I want to take your life, can you escape? As long as you stay still, there will always be benefits for you."

Zhang Wuji thought that this was not bad, so he didn't struggle immediately.

The man said: "It's your blessing that you can get into my cloth bag." He lifted the cloth bag and put it on his shoulder, and ran away.

Zhang Wuji only felt that the things in the world were more and more strange.What's more, he only felt that he was in the bag, like flying through the clouds and riding the fog. The man's feet were extremely fast, and he was still running at such a speed with two people on his back, which showed that his inner strength was excellent.

But what made him feel relieved was that his senior brother was lying in his arms, and the breathing was right next to his ears, which made him blush in the dark.

Song Qingshu had seen the corner of the cloth bag protruding from the sand earlier, and knew that the Budai monk would not be able to come, so he was naturally happy that someone would carry them up to the Bright Summit.His legs have recovered a lot, and they can endure such tossing. Under the ups and downs, he couldn't help feeling sleepy after not closing his eyes last night, and found a comfortable position in Zhang Wuji's arms spontaneously, leaning against He fell asleep with peace of mind in the hollow of his shoulders.

When Song Qingshu woke up again, he found that he was still in Qiankun's pouch, and hearing the sounds outside, it turned out that Cheng Kun and Yang Xiao had already fought.Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and the five members of the Ming Sect were fighting among themselves, but Cheng Kun suddenly appeared in a sneak attack and succeeded, knocking down the seven masters of the Ming Sect. Although he was also injured, he was able to turn around in a short time.

And Song Qingshu woke up, precisely because the monk asked Zhang Wuji to kill Cheng Kun. Zhang Wuji stood up holding Song Qingshu, but Cheng Kun gathered his final skills to calculate him. woke up.

Song Qingshu was still surprised, how could he sleep so well?Unaware of all the changes?

But after thinking about it for a while, he knew why.There was not enough oxygen in the Qiankun air bag, and now he and Zhang Wuji were in it, his body automatically switched to internal breathing when he was not getting enough oxygen.It's not surprising that you miss so many situations when you don't have enough perception of the outside world when you breathe internally.

But in this way, there were eight people in the hall who were injured and could not move. In this way, there was another Zhang Wuji.It could be said that the monk knew that there was another person besides Zhang Wuji in Qiankun's air bag, but that was his lame master, and he still couldn't move.

Song Qingshu was most concerned about Zhang Wuji's injury, even if the latter fell to the ground, he still hugged him tightly with his left hand.The two touched each other, Song Qingshu clearly felt the coldness on Zhang Wuji's body, but he didn't rush to help him heal his injuries.He knew that Zhang Wuji had been suffering from the cold poison of Xuanming God's palm since he was ten years old, and he had been fighting against the cold poison in his body day and night, so naturally he would not be afraid of this cold poison.

Sure enough, after a short time, Zhang Wuji's body turned from cold to hot, and the poison was completely expelled.

At this moment, Cheng Kun was talking about his grievances with Xie Xun.

Zhang Wuji heard it in his ears, and suddenly knew that the culprit who caused his adoptive father's miserable life was right in front of him, he was extremely angry in his heart, and his whole body suddenly became hot like a fire.It can't be said that the Qiankun air bag is not airtight, he has been in the bag for a long time, he has already been extremely stuffy, relying on his deep inner strength, he breathes with the method of continuous tortoise breath, and needs very little air.He also knew that his brother's deep sleep was also related to this reason, so he held his breath even more and persisted until now.

But at this moment, his mind was suddenly disturbed, and the Jiuyang Zhenqi stored in his dantian lost his control, and he rushed around in a daze, as if he was in a furnace.Immediately use the method of exercise in the Nine Yang Manual to calm the mind and mind, and adjust the inner breath.Normally, one only needs to act in accordance with the law, and immediately one's mind is as still as water, and one's mind wanders away from things. But at this time, the more practiced, the more uncomfortable the limbs and bones become. It seems that there are hundreds of small red-hot needles in each large acupuncture point Live pierced.

It turned out that he had been practicing the Nine Suns Mantra for several years. Although he was able to get a glimpse of the secrets of the best martial arts in the world, he did not have the guidance of an enlightened master and only groped for it secretly. Use to break the last barrier.Originally, it wasn't triggered, but Cheng Kun's phantom yin finger is the most insidious kung fu in the martial arts. Once it is added, it is like igniting the medicine on a barrel of gunpowder.

Unexpectedly, he was in the air pocket of Qiankun again, and the aroused Jiuyang Zhenqi had nowhere to vent, except for half of which was absorbed by Song Qingshu, and the other half rushed towards him in turn.

Song Qingshu resisted the harm of Jiuyang Zhenqi to him, he could breathe internally, and the stuffy Qiankun air bag was not enough to threaten him, but the Beiming Zhenqi in his body could help Zhang Wuji expel all the excess Jiuyang Zhenqi He has absorbed it, but he also knows that as long as Zhang Wuji passes this level, the Nine Suns Divine Art will be considered a great success.But although this test is easy to say, in this short period of time, Zhang Wuji is experiencing the most difficult and dangerous moment in the life of a Taoist and Qi practitioner.

Only a pitifully small amount of light from outside can penetrate into this bag of air.Song Qingshu looked at the sweat streaming down Zhang Wuji's face like rain, and his flushed cheeks, finally sighed, straightened up, and moved his lips to his.

At the moment when the two lips met, Song Qingshu felt Zhang Wuji's body tremble, and thought to himself that Wuji should not dislike him as an "old man" and take advantage of him.But fortunately, the two of them are also in the pouch of Qiankun, cutting off the eyes of everyone, otherwise they would not do this if they killed him.

Song Qingshu took a breath and wanted to leave, but suddenly felt that Zhang Wuji's hand on his waist tightened, and pressed him back again.