Qingshu Wuji

When Zhang Wuji opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in the carriage of a carriage.He hurriedly sat up and found Song Qingshu sitting cross-legged in the other corner of the carriage. Hearing the sound of him getting up, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Brother, where are we?" Zhang Wuji felt that the carriage was stationary, so he couldn't help asking.

"Yang Zuo envoy brought some carriages and met us outside the city. The fourth uncle was afraid that the Tartars would chase us, so he led us in the opposite direction after leaving the city, and found a valley. After everyone rested for a few days, they went on their own way. "Song Qingshu said lightly, and after a pause, he continued: "Before you came, you got two palms from the elders of Xuanming, and you helped the masters of the six sects to get off the tower. Your internal strength has been exhausted, and you fainted for two hours. , quickly adjust your breathing to recover."

Hearing Song Qingshu's alienated tone, Zhang Wuji recalled the scene when he saw him holding Zhiruo before he fainted, and felt a chill in his chest. He couldn't help stretching out his arms towards him, and murmured: "Senior brother, I am cold……"

Song Qingshu trembled slightly when he heard the words, but said with a cold face: "How old are you, and you still act like a baby when you were a child? With your martial arts, just adjust your breath."

Zhang Wuji lowered his head in disappointment, but he also knew that Song Qingshu was right.If he hadn't rushed to Wan'an Temple to save people after being hit by the two palms of the elder Xuanming, this injury would not have posed a threat to him at all.

Song Qingshu watched him droop his head with a look of unwillingness, and couldn't help feeling soft-hearted for a while, but then hardened his heart.He can no longer get along with him without any grudges, after all, what they have done has exceeded the boundaries of ordinary brothers.Song Qingshu was still thinking about his own thoughts, but found that Zhang Wuji raised his hand and began to unbutton his jacket, he couldn't help but panic, and almost wanted to run away from the carriage.But after hesitating for a moment, Zhang Wuji had already unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong and sturdy body, with a deep black palm print on each side.Song Qingshu couldn't help being taken aback when he saw it, and couldn't help becoming worried, so he gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

I saw Zhang Wuji sitting cross-legged, the Nine Suns magical power activated in his body, forcing out the yin and cold air from Xuanming God's palm, and white air was constantly coming out from the top of his head like a steamer.Under the operation of the Nine Suns Divine Art, the two palm prints turned from black to purple, from purple to gray, and finally disappeared.In less than half an hour, the Xuanming palm poison that could not be driven away for several years in the past was completely eliminated in an instant.

Zhang Wuji opened his eyes and found that Song Qingshu was staring at his upper body. He couldn't help but think of his brother's amorous feelings when they were lingering in the palace, and his stomach felt hot.

Song Qingshu seemed to feel that the atmosphere in the carriage was a bit unnatural, so he quickly turned his eyes away, coughed lightly and said, "Quickly fasten your clothes." After speaking, he heard rustling voices over there.Song Qingshu just breathed a sigh of relief, but found that Zhang Wuji had leaned over. His upper body clothes were not put on, but had been stripped off.Song Qingshu was astonished, he didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to back away in panic.

There wasn't much room in the carriage, Zhang Wuji forced Song Qingshu into a corner, leaned over him, and whispered into his ear: "Senior brother...my body...seems to be something wrong..."

Song Qingshu felt that a cloud of hot air had surrounded him as he approached, and the breath sprayed against his ears made him flustered even more.The alarm bells in his heart were loud, but he couldn't ignore what Zhang Wuji said.

What he was referring to must be the drunk Chunxiang who was in the palace just now.

However, isn't that incense ineffective once vented?Song Qingshu used his internal energy to check his body secretly. Apart from feeling his heart beat faster because of Zhang Wuji's approach, there was nothing unusual. He looked at Zhang Wuji suspiciously.

Zhang Wuji knew that Song Qingshu wouldn't believe it, but how could he let go of this opportunity, panting and whispering: "Senior brother...you don't believe it?" Hold his hand and press it towards him.

Song Qingshu struggled twice, but found Zhang Wuji's martial arts was too strong, and he couldn't resist vigorously, there would be a voice.Of course he knew why Zhang Wuji whispered into his ear, because now around the carriage, there are many martial arts practitioners adjusting their breath.Everyone has profound internal strength, if they hear it... Song Qingshu is very anxious.

Zhang Wuji watched his senior brother's white and cool handsome face begin to blush, that expression mixed with embarrassment and anxiety made his heart beat violently.He will never let go, whether it is that Wang Baobao or that Zhou Zhiruo, he wants his brother to belong to him, and he will never be allowed to be seen by anyone with such an expression.

Song Qingshu's heart is suffering endless torment. When the two of them helped each other before, they were forced to do so because of drunk Chunxiang, but now he is sane, not to mention there are so many people outside the carriage.The thing he was holding in his palm could feel the heat coming from it even through his clothes, which made him almost want to shake his hands and run away, but Zhang Wuji seemed to know his intention, and took the lead in clamping his wrist, slowly moving up and down moved up.

Seeing that the matter has come to this point, Song Qingshu closed his eyes like an ostrich, hoping that the matter would end quickly.He didn't dare to meet Zhang Wuji's scorching gaze, let alone see his own reflection in his pupils.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji seemed very dissatisfied with his actions, bowed his head and chuckled in his ear: "Senior brother, you have smelled that fragrance for so many more times than me, so it must be more serious than me?" He said, On the one hand, he put his hand into Song Qingshu's skirt without authorization.

Song Qingshu gasped, and just wanted to scold him for being presumptuous, but he never thought that Zhang Wuji was already prepared, and sealed his lips as soon as he lowered his head.

"Hmm..." Song Qingshu only had time to let out a low gasp, and the rest of the words were blocked by Zhang Wuji's lips and tongue.

Song Qingshu was dizzy by the passionate kiss, and was at a loss for a moment.He felt that Zhang Wuji's palm stretched into his clothes was scorching hot, and penetrated his skin, as if igniting the blood flowing in his body, directly touching his keen nerves, provoking what little reason he had left.

No!This is wrong!Song Qingshu shouted silently, but felt that his hands and feet didn't seem to be his own, and he couldn't obey his orders at all, unable to push away the person on his body.

At this moment, Yang Xiao's voice suddenly sounded outside the carriage, "Master, can you adjust your breath?"

The two people in the carriage froze at the same time, Song Qingshu quickly pushed Zhang Wuji away, and quickly lowered his head to straighten his clothes.

Zhang Wuji sighed silently, looking at his senior brother's trembling hands, he knew that the best chance was gone, if he wanted to get close to his senior brother again, it would be hundreds of times more difficult.While thinking gloomily, he slowly put on his clothes and jumped out of the carriage.

Song Qingshu bit his lower lip hard, what was he thinking?What are you doing again?If it hadn't been for Yang Xiao's consideration that Zhang Wuji was the leader, he didn't lift the curtain of the car casually... If it wasn't Yang Xiao who came, but his father...he couldn't imagine what would happen, his father wouldn't be here The first to say hello outside the carriage!

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Since that day, Song Qingshu avoided Zhang Wuji far away. Although the latter felt reconciled, but these days he had to arrange many matters of the Mingjiao and was responsible for covering the departure of the major sects one by one, so he didn't have time to pester Song Qingshu for a while.Song Qingshu had a rare few days of leisure.

Wudang and Mingjiao have a very close relationship, so they were the last ones to retreat. Song Qingshu stayed at the bottom of the abyss for five years, and he didn't feel very uncomfortable in the valley these few days, so he passed the practice.Song Yuanqiao saw that although he did not learn Wudang internal skills, he was his son after all, so he simply taught him Wudang swordsmanship.

It turned out that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji were both heirs of the next generation of Wudang masters. Song Qingshu was the only son of Song Yuanqiao, the first disciple of Wudang, and Zhang Wuji was the son of Zhang Cuishan, Zhang Sanfeng's favorite fifth disciple.The question of who will be the heir to the head of Wudang between the two lingered in Song Yuanqiao's heart after Zhang Wuji returned to Wudang when he was nine years old.Later, when they learned that the two fell off the cliff, the Wudang heroes completely gave up this idea and tried their best to teach other disciples.

Recognizing each other on the Guangming Peak, Zhang Wuji has become the leader of Mingjiao, so this problem will also be solved.Song Qingshu seems to be regarded as the next generation of Wudang master, and even the masters and uncles look at him differently.Although Song Yuanqiao didn't like his son switching to other sects' internal skills midway, he also knew it was forced.Fortunately, Xiao Wuxiang Gong is also an internal skill of Taoism. As for the heir to the head, I will ask the master to decide when I return to Wudang Mountain.But this Wudang swordsmanship must be taught to him.

On this day, Song Qingshu was learning Wudang's Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship with Song Yuanqiao. Song Yuanqiao suddenly stopped, smiled and said to Song Qingshu: "I'll go to rest first, you can practice for a while." up.

Song Qingshu was wondering when he suddenly noticed a woman walking in the forest.I saw the person's green skirt dragging the floor, elegant and beautiful like a narcissus, who else is it if it's not Zhou Zhiruo?Song Qingshu remembered that it should be the Emei faction's turn to leave today, and she should have come to say goodbye to him.

Zhou Zhiruo saw Song Qingshu standing in the open space with a sword in his hand, and Yushu facing the wind so gracefully, he suddenly remembered the scene of him rescuing each other in Wan'an Temple that night, lowered his head shyly, and softly called, "Brother Qingshu."

Song Qingshu felt uncomfortable being called out by her, he was taken aback for a moment and then smiled wryly, "Miss Zhou."

Zhou Zhiruo's face turned pale when he was called by his birth name, and she couldn't say a word she had prepared.

Song Qingshu knew what the people around him thought. That night at Wan'an Temple, he recklessly embraced her in full view, which would definitely cause everyone to misunderstand.But he is not actually in love with her!If it wasn't for saving Master Miejue, he wouldn't have done that.Now even his father was thinking wrong, Song Qingshu sighed, and decided to make things clear to Zhou Zhiruo.His impression of her was just that of the little girl beside the Hanshui boat, nothing else.

He put his sword back into its sheath, walked forward a few steps, and came to the opposite of Zhou Zhiruo.He lowered his head to see the iron ring on Zhou Zhiruo's left hand, and said indifferently, "Congratulations to Miss Zhou for succeeding as the head of the Emei Sect."

Zhou Zhiruo's heart was pounding by his approach at first, and then he was at a loss by his cold words, thinking that he didn't like her taking over as the head of the Emei Sect, so she stammered: "This...Master...Master She insisted that I wear..."

Song Qingshu had a panoramic view of her unnatural expression, thinking that Miejue Shitai was just like the original book, telling Zhou Zhiruo the secret of Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Sword, and wanted her to use her beauty to seduce Zhang Wuji to take the sword, and forced her to Sworn.Song Qingshu felt that Zhang Wuji still had no signs of falling in love with Zhou Zhiruo, so it would be too pitiful for Zhou Zhiruo to post it upside down. He couldn't help but sighed and said, "Miss Zhou, your life is your own, and no one else can control it. Since you If you don’t feel happy, then don’t force yourself.”

Zhou Zhiruo's face turned pale when he said that, her frail body was on the verge of collapsing.She didn't know if he knew anything, but from the way he looked at her, Zhou Zhiruo had a feeling that this person knew everything.

First of all, she was attracted to Zhang Wuji.

In the Western Regions, Zhang Wuji received her master's three palms without changing his face. She was overwhelmed by his aura as if he was descending from the gods, but then she was forced to obey his master's order and stab him with a sword at the top of the light, although it did not hurt him. He, but she knew that there was absolutely no possibility between them.Besides, Zhang Wuji never saw her in his eyes, and always only looked at his senior brother.

When her master at Wan'an Temple forced her to swear that she would not marry Zhang Wuji, otherwise the child she would have would be prostitutes and slaves for generations, although she made the oath reluctantly, she still felt somewhat disapproving.She didn't think that even if she went after Zhang Wuji, there would be results, and she even managed to tempt him to hand over the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Saber.But the iron ring passed to her by the master representing the head of the Emei sect firmly tied her whole body.She knew that if her master died in such a tragic way, then she would never be able to escape the prison of the Emei Sect for the rest of her life.

Fortunately, when she jumped off the tower, Song Qingshu saved her.She grew so big, she had never been held in the arms of a young man, and she almost fainted immediately.Although he didn't meet her alone afterwards, the ridicule of the surrounding Emei masters and sisters, and the eyes of Wudang heroes looking at their daughter-in-law made her stunned.

Maybe he is her lover?

Zhou Zhiruo's delicate body trembled slightly, listening to Song Qingshu's apologetic and slowly saying: "Miss Zhou, Wan'an Temple was forced to take action that night, please don't mind, Miss Zhou."

Song Qingshu looked at her apprehensively, thinking that everyone is a son and daughter of the world, so she shouldn't say anything that must make him responsible, right?Well, although he is not young in ancient times, he has not thought about marrying a wife and going home.Especially Zhou Zhiruo, in his eyes, was just a little girl.

The two were relatively silent for a long time, Zhou Zhiruo finally raised her head, her eyes revealed a look of bewilderment and loneliness, and said sadly: "Young Master Song, Zhiruo understands what you mean... Anyway, Zhiruo's life is suffering." Song Qingshu didn't respond, he turned around and ran away.

Song Qing stared blankly at her back, and smiled wryly. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. He hates ambiguous and unclear emotions.

But... Zhang Wuji's face suddenly flashed in his mind, and Song Qingshu couldn't help being in a daze.So what are he and Zhang Wuji?Is it the kind of ambiguous relationship involving unknown feelings?

No, it doesn't count...

Song Qingshu pressed his aching temple angrily. The matter between them was just a momentary incident, and it didn't mean any meaning. In the future, we must put an end to being alone with him...

"Qingshu." Song Yuanqiao's voice came, and Song Qingshu realized that his father had already stood behind him, and he didn't even have time to clean up the annoyed expression on his face, so he was seen clearly.

"Qingshu, if you go after him now, there is still time." Song Yuanqiao said with a smile, as if he had already seen the scene of holding a grandson in the future.

Song Qingshu knew that his father had misunderstood, and smiled wryly: "Father, I have finished what I should say."

Song Yuanqiao sighed, knowing that he couldn't get involved even if he got involved with young people's affairs, so he changed the subject immediately: "Qing Shu, Wuji came to talk to me just now, and said he wanted you to accompany him to sea to find his adoptive father. return."

Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, and looked towards Song Yuanqiao, only to see Zhang Wuji standing not far away, looking at him intently.Presumably Zhang Wuji also took into account the situation when Zhou Zhiruo came just now, and was nervously checking the expression on his face at this moment.Song Qingshu frowned unhappily.

"Qingshu, have you and Wuji been having trouble in the past few days? He is too embarrassed to talk to you directly, so he asked me to ask you." Song Yuanqiao saw the expressions of these two young people in his eyes, and secretly thought that these two Something must have happened between Ren and Zhou Zhiruo just now.Nine times out of ten, young people will be involved in love affairs. Song Yuanqiao wondered if this pair of brothers and sisters, who were close to each other, finally turned their faces because of Zhou Zhiruo?Alas, beauty is a disaster!

Song Qingshu didn't expect his father's thoughts, he was still wondering whether he wanted to go to sea with Zhang Wuji or not.Now that Miejue Shitai is still alive, Zhou Zhiruo cannot be captured by Granny Jinhua, Zhao Min cannot leave Dadu because of Wang Baobao's injury, Xiao Zhao never showed up at all, Zhuer's whereabouts are unknown... If he does not accompany him, then Wouldn't it be better for him to face the beggar gang, the golden flower mother-in-law and the Persian envoy alone?

But he just decided not to be alone with him...

Song Qingshu struggled violently in his heart, but finally he couldn't bear to let Zhang Wuji go alone, and sighed with difficulty: "Father, then I will go with Wuji, you go back to Wudang first. Tell the grand master for me, wait After returning from the sea, I will go back to see his old man."

Song Yuanqiao patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Qingshu, I know that you brothers and sisters love each other deeply. I also feel that I owe you a lot because of your fifth uncle's death. But you have been doing your best since he was a child. Take care of him, the center of gravity of all life revolves around him, sometimes, you can also be a little selfish."

Song Qingshu didn't know that Song Yuanqiao's starting point was to make him take it easy and snatch Zhou Zhiruo.But when he heard these words suddenly, it shocked him like a bolt from the blue.

He was fortunate enough to be reborn in this world of relying on the sky and slaying dragons. He originally had the mentality of trying his best to save the tragedy, as if he was playing a game, but he got the game strategy in advance, so he was forced to walk over step by step.He has cared about Zhang Wuji for so many years, and the habit of putting him first in everything has been deeply engraved in his bones.

Yes, now Zhang Wuji has grown up, became the leader of Mingjiao, and avoided all kinds of rotten peach blossoms.Now he can think about himself, think about what he wants to do, what pursuits he has, what dreams he has, and his own life...

Song Qingshu lowered his head, leaned his face on Song Yuanqiao's shoulder, and said weakly, "Thank you, Dad." Thank you for saving him with a single word, and he himself said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Your life is your own." , other people can't control", in fact, I don't even realize that I have been caught by invisible shackles.

Song Yuanqiao had never been relied on by Song Qingshu before. His son was precocious, and he was unwilling to be held in his arms since he was very young.At this moment, he felt that he had handed over all the weight of his whole body, and he felt relieved immediately, and patted his back vigorously, thinking that his son had finally grown up.