Qingshu Wuji

Song Qingshu returned to Wan'an Temple with the antidote of Shixiangruanjinsan that Zhang Wuji got from Luzhangke.The place where he was imprisoned was the tenth floor of the pagoda. Now that his martial arts had recovered and Mingjiao came to help him outside, the time to rescue everyone from the pagoda had come.Song Qingshu reunited with Fan Yao who had already lurked in, knocked down the guards on the upper floors, and began to distribute antidote to the martial arts practitioners on these floors.Fan Yao was in charge of the other three factions downstairs.Song Qingshu was in charge of the Shaolin, Emei and Wudang people. Song Qingshu delivered the medicine to Shaolin and Emei first, and finally went to the Wudang heroes to distribute the antidote to his disciples.

The Wudang heroes knew that the time had come, so they took the antidote they had prepared long ago, and began to sit down and adjust their breath to recover their martial arts.After Song Yuanqiao was imprisoned in the tower, it was the first time he saw his son, and he was not in a hurry to take the antidote. He walked to the iron gate and asked with concern, "Qingshu, how are you? Have you been troubled by them?"

Song Qingshu knew that what his father was worried about was whether he had a few fingers cut off, but he couldn't help but think of the fact that Wang Baobao almost took advantage of him just now, his face turned red, and he could only shake his head vigorously and said: " No, dad, hurry up and recover your martial arts, time is running out, Wuji...he has already led the Mingjiao people here." Song Qingshu coughed dryly, and when he mentioned Zhang Wuji's name, he remembered what happened just now, and even more so. Blushing like blood.

Fortunately, the light inside the tower was dim, Song Yuanqiao only thought that his son was too nervous because he was about to escape from the trap, so he didn't care, so he sat down and closed his eyes to adjust his breath.

Song Qingshu was protecting the law for them. He stood tightly against the wall outside the cell, almost losing his strength.

What happened just now was too chaotic, although the first release was because of that drunk Chunxiang, but the second time he knew that he was not because of that.

Is it because the arms embracing him are too hot, is it because the panting sound behind him is too eager, or is it because of the calls whispering in his ears?

Senior Brother... Senior Brother... Senior Brother...

Even if he is alone now, the sensations in all parts of his body are still deeply imprinted in his mind, and Zhang Wuji's call seems to be still echoing in his ears.

Song Qingshu hugged his head tightly, slid along the wall and sat on the ground, what happened to him?

How did it become like that?How did all this happen?How will he face Wuji in the future?

While he was struggling, there was a sudden burst of noise from under the tower.Song Qingshu quickly jumped up and rushed to the railing to look down, only to see that there were already swords and swords under the tower, and it was people from Mingjiao who had arrived.Just as he was wondering, he found that a large number of warriors had gathered around the periphery after a while, and had already surrounded the tower.When Song Qingshu raised his head like this, archers from under the tower aimed at him.

Song Qingshu dodged it calmly, but he was very anxious. He didn't know why the Mingjiao people acted ahead of time. His antidote had just arrived.

He didn't know that it was because Zhang Wuji went to rescue him starry night and sneaked into the Ruyang Palace and didn't show up. Wei Yixiao and others thought that the leader had an accident, so they advanced the time to rescue him.In an instant, he became a group with a large number of warriors.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes was suddenly heard, and the horse galloped into the temple, and rushed straight to the high tower. All the warriors bowed and saluted, and shouted: "Little prince!"

Song Qingshu looked down from the tower, and saw the golden crown on the man's head gleaming under the light of the torch. He got off a tall white horse and was wearing a brocade robe. It was Wang Baobao.

The torches held high in the hands of the warriors shone like daylight in all directions, but the pagoda was too high for the light of the fire to shine up, but Song Qingshu's figure could still be seen vaguely.Wang Baobao felt bitter, the sword wound on his body was still bleeding, but he still insisted on coming to see him again.

He knew that after tonight, it would be difficult to see him again.

Because Song Qingshu didn't know his intentions before, he was able to make tricks close to him.After what happened just now, he will definitely avoid him in the future.But he didn't want to let him go again.

Wang Baobao looked up at Song Qingshu on the pagoda, and forced himself up and said: "Qingshu, if you get down from the pagoda, I will spare you the Wudang faction."

Song Qingshu said lightly: "Don't bother the little prince."

Wang Baobao smiled slightly and said, "Aren't you worried about your junior brother's safety?"

Song Qingshu was taken aback, Zhang Wuji gave him the antidote and told him to go first.Is he going to do something again?However, Song Qingshu is very confident in Zhang Wuji's martial arts, but although he is not worried, he still needs to delay the time so that everyone trapped in the tower has time to recover their martial arts.So he put on an eager look and said, "What's wrong with him?"

"Come down, and I'll tell you." Wang Baobao coughed a few times. The wound on his abdomen was extremely painful, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

Song Qingshu remained silent, as if hesitating.With his eyesight, he naturally saw Wang Baobao's unnatural sitting posture, and he must have been injured.Could it be that Zhang Wuji hurt him?But where is Zhang Wuji now?Song Qingshu began to feel really anxious.

Wang Baobao frowned. Luzhangke told him before that the antidote was stolen by Zhang Wuji.So Song Qingshu must be delaying time now, if he let those martial arts people recover their martial arts, these warriors under his command would not be opponents at all.The coup d'etat in the palace had just been decided tonight, and he couldn't arbitrarily send soldiers here...

Thinking of this, Wang Baobao raised his head again and said, "Qingshu, let me ask you one last time, can you get down?"

A silence answered him.

Wang Baobao gritted his teeth, and ordered to the left and right: "Get the firewood and set fire to the tower! No matter who jumps off the tower, shoot them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the archers bent their bows and set arrows, and surrounded the tower, and some warriors went to fetch firewood.Wang Baobao finally looked up at Song Qingshu, and decided that he would not get what he said, and he would not allow others to get it.

"Light it up!" Wang Baobao yelled, with a wave of his left hand, five red-clothed monks sprang out from behind him, took the torches from the warriors, and threw them to the firewood under the pagoda.As soon as the firewood meets the flame, it immediately ignites a raging fire.

Seeing that he really lit the fire, Song Qingshu didn't know what it was like.In fact, he was even more afraid that Wang Baobao would say something nasty in public, so he would not be a man in the arena in the future.

All the warriors under Wang Baobao added firewood to light the fire, and the fire burned even more vigorously.This pagoda has bricks and wood, and under the fire, the lower floors started to burn.Song Qingshu quickly put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, rushed to the room where the Wudang heroes were imprisoned, and said: "The Tartars are burning the tower, have the fathers and uncles regained their martial arts?"

I saw Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and others sitting cross-legged and working hard, concentrating on it, and no one answered, obviously it was at a critical moment to recover their skills.After a while, the flames had reached the fourth floor, but the smoke had already filled the upper floors, and the people on the lower floor started to run up without waiting for their skills to recover.

The flames rose without stopping, Song Qingshu stood by the railing and looked down anxiously, suddenly he heard loud shouts from the tower, when he looked down, he saw a figure in the flames flying like a butterfly wearing flowers, flying among the crowd Interspersed to and fro, the sound of choking, choking, and languor continued, all the monks and all the warriors dropped their weapons one after another, but it was Zhang Wuji who arrived.

Zhang Wuji regretted that he didn't kill Wang Baobao with his sword just now, he was caught by Xuan Ming's two experienced hands outside Ruyang Palace, so he came a little late.He thought that as long as he captured Wang Baobao, he would be able to blackmail him into ordering to put out the fire and save people, so he ran to the side of the monks, like a fish swimming through water, and went straight to Wang Baobao.Suddenly, a sword stabbed at the left head, the cold air was overwhelming, and the point of the sword pointed directly at the chest.Zhang Wuji took a quick step back, only to hear a woman's voice say: "Zhang Wuji, don't hurt him." It was Zhao Min who was holding Yitian Sword who spoke.She was always by Wang Baobao's side, for fear that her brother would be wronged.

Zhang Wuji said angrily: "Quickly order to put out the fire!" Zhao Min shouted: "Eighteen Vajra, this man's martial arts are very good, he formed a Vajra Formation to block him." I knew how powerful he was, I only heard a loud bang, and the eight big cymbals in the hands of the Four Cymbal King Kong beat in unison. Eighteen foreign monks walked back and forth, blocking Wang Baobao and Zhao Min, Zhang Wuji separated.

At this moment, there was a loud bang, and a large pillar fell from the tower.When Zhang Wuji turned his head, he saw that the flames had reached the seventh floor.Amid the blood-red flames, many people could be vaguely seen standing at the railing on the tenth floor, and he saw his senior brother looking at him with concern at a glance.Zhang Wuji was deeply regretful, he would not have let him leave him if he knew earlier, even if he captured Wang Baobao and ordered him to put out the fire to save people, the fire would be uncontrollable.

But this tower is more than ten zhang away from the ground, even if he has extremely light kung fu and has not lost any internal energy, he will definitely fall to his death if he jumps down.While Zhang Wuji was thinking, he suddenly wandered around the field, slapping, holding, patting, and snatching with both hands, knocking down all the eight arrows of the gods. In addition, all the warriors holding bows and arrows were broken by him, or acupuncture points. There were no bow bows and arrows near the tower, and they shouted loudly: "Seniors on the tower, please jump down one by one, and I will continue here!" It is more than ten feet long, the force of the jump is so great that you cannot catch it even with a thousand catties of strength.

Some people from the Kongtong and Kunlun sects shouted: "Don't jump, don't be fooled by this kid! He wants to trick us into falling to pieces."

Zhang Wuji saw that the flames filled the air, they were already burning close to all the masters, if they didn't jump, they would all be buried in the fire pit, he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.But Song Qingshu suddenly said on the pagoda: "Wuji, follow me."

Song Yuanqiao next to him heard the words and pulled Song Qingshu's arm reflexively.He has always trusted Zhang Wuji, but no matter how strong his martial arts are, he will definitely not be able to catch Song Qingshu.But on second thought, it would be better to fall to death than to be burned alive.Moreover, Song Qingshu has recovered his martial arts, so it might be okay to jump down.Thinking of this, the hand that pulled this time retracted again.

Song Qingshu turned his head and smiled at his father: "Father, don't worry, Wuji can do it." Then he fell down the tower on his back.He was afraid that everyone on the tower would not dare to jump down, so he didn't even dare to show his martial arts, so he fell straight down.

Seeing him jumping off the tower, Wang Baobao, who was sitting on the horse, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and finally passed out on the horse.Zhao Min hurriedly asked his attendants to take him back to the mansion for treatment.

Song Qingshu listened to the whistling wind in his ears, and instantly felt that he had returned to the moment when he fell off the cliff five years ago.In his life, the most helpless time was that night five years ago.Falling off the cliff twice, he almost died... Song Qingshu's eyes wandered for a moment, and he felt that he was tightly embraced by a pair of arms, completely dispelling his feeling of weightlessness.

"Brother..." Zhang Wuji murmured in Song Qingshu's ear, his heart was extremely moved.Only his senior brother trusted him the most, and even his life could be entrusted to him.

Song Qingshu's ears were reddened by the hot air he sprayed into his ears, after getting down on the ground, he quickly pretended to be nonchalant and broke free from Zhang Wuji's arms, raised his head and shouted to the tower: "Father, I'm down, I'm fine. "

Seeing that Song Qingshu was safe and sound, everyone on the tower cheered in unison.Song Yuanqiao was the second to jump down, but Zhang Wuji didn't use the method of catching Song Qingshu this time, he was just worried that his senior brother might be in the wrong, so he couldn't help but hugged him.At this moment, seeing Song Yuanqiao jumping down, he just patted his palm lightly on his waist.This palm is the great shift of the universe, and it has turned Song Yuanqiao's huge force from top to bottom from left to right.Song Yuanqiao's body flew straight horizontally. At this time, he had recovered [-]% to [-]% of his skill. With a roundabout, he was already standing firmly on the ground.

Every time someone jumped from the tower, Zhang Wuji had an extra helper.Since those people were imprisoned in the tower by Zhao Min, they all suffered humiliation, and I don't know how many people had their fingers cut off. The corpse lay on the ground.

At this time, the southeast corner suddenly burst into flames, Zhao Min was shocked, thinking that the Ruyang Palace was invaded by traitors, seeing the situation turned around here, worried about her father's situation, and hurriedly retreated with the Eighteen King Kong and all the warriors.If Wang Baobao was still awake, he would naturally guess that setting the fire was just a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

Song Qingshu had been protecting Zhang Wuji to concentrate on catching up with the people who jumped down from the tower, seeing all the warriors retreating now, he didn't pursue him.He looked around and found that most of the people had already jumped down, but Zhou Zhiruo and Miejue Shitai were the only ones, and he cried out inwardly.Could it be that even if Zhang Wuji didn't fall in love with Zhou Zhiruo, couldn't he change the obsession in Miejue Shitai's heart?Just because Zhang Wuji can find the dragon sword?

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu was determined not to let Miejue Shitai die in front of him, so he didn't think about it at the moment, raised his head and asked loudly on the tower: "Miss Zhou, jump down quickly!"

Zhang Wuji trembled when he heard the words, thinking that his senior brother missed Zhou Zhiruo very much.At this time, Fan Yao jumped down from the tower. He was also involved in the death of Gu Hongzi from anger. He was careless in his words for a while, so he fought with Miejue Shitai on the tower, and then escaped.Zhang Wuji drew a gourd in the same way and moved him horizontally with the Great Teleportation of the Universe. When he raised his head again, the bricks and stones had fallen one after another, and the top of the tower was shaking slightly, and it could collapse at any time.

In the smog, two more figures jumped down at the same time.Zhang Wuji was shocked. Although he has the martial arts of heaven and earth, it is too difficult to save two people at the same time.He has already seen that one of the two people is Miejue Shitai and the other is Zhou Zhiruo, which one should he save?

Just as he was hesitating, he saw a white figure suddenly leaping towards the air beside him, his feet were pointless in the air, as if he had two wings growing on his back to fly in the air, and he rose up instantly with incredible steps. At a height of five feet, Zhou Zhiruo was pulled from Miejue Shitai's hand into her arms.

Zhang Wuji waved his hand to pat Miejue Shitai into the slanted shadow. Miejue Shitai had the will to die, and wanted to not be favored by others, so he planned to sacrifice himself to let Zhou Zhiruo live.But he didn't expect his lover to be snatched away halfway, so he didn't refuse Zhang Wuji's help after being stunned.

After Zhang Wuji and Miejue Shitai stood still, they looked up together.Zhang Wuji knew that the person must be Song Qingshu. At this time, he happened to see Song Qingshu holding Zhou Zhiruo slowly falling from mid-air, behind him was a raging flame, and the bulging wind made the clothes of the two of them rattle. The charming, the picture is as beautiful as a fairy descending from the earth.

"Boom!" Behind them, the crumbling Wan'an Temple pagoda finally collapsed.

Zhang Wuji felt a pain in his chest, the internal injury that had been suppressed just now when he was injured by the two elders Xuan Ming rushed back violently, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted on the ground.