Qingshu Wuji

When Song Qingshu regained consciousness and opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Song Yuanqiao who was guarding beside his bed.

Song Qingshu also hasn't looked at his father in this life carefully for many years. Every time he bows his hands to say hello or eats together, he always bows his head and looks down, trying not to look at Song Yuanqiao, for fear that he will see what's on his mind.

Looking at Song Yuanqiao who was sitting in front of his bed in a daze today, Song Qingshu realized that his father seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight, his black hair had turned white, and his face was even more miserable.

"Qingshu? Are you awake?" Song Yuanqiao came back to his senses, only to find that his unconscious son was staring at him in a daze, his expression full of bewilderment, which made him feel sad.Only then did he realize that no matter how calm and mature Song Qingshu behaved, he was actually no older than Zhang Wuji.

But this pity only existed in his heart for a moment, and it turned into pride in a blink of an eye.This is his son, he is really a good son of Song Yuanqiao who can go deep into the tiger's den and rescue his younger brother.

Song Qingshu blinked, and his confused eyes instantly regained clarity.He secretly circulated his internal energy, and found that the internal injury was mostly healed, knowing that it must be the treatment of the grand master or his father, he didn't say much, and asked with a frown: "Father, how long have I been in a coma?"

Song Yuanqiao poured a glass of water and handed it to him, "You've been sleeping for a day and a night. Your internal injuries were not serious, but you rushed on the road under pressure, and healed Wuji's injuries on the way, and Wudang is already at the limit. You heal your wounds, the rest is just a good rest, combined with wound medicine, you can recover in half a month."

Song Qingshu was not worried about his injury, he nodded and asked anxiously, "Where's Wuji?"

Song Yuanqiao had a sad expression on his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your grand master and several uncles are treating him, he... because of the tragic death of his father and mother, after seeing you vomiting blood, he finally felt sad and passed out. I haven't woken up yet..."

Song Qingshu clenched his fists, although he secretly hated himself for not being able to stop the tragedy of human relations in time, but the thing had already happened, and it was useless for him to regret it.At least he knew that Zhang Wuji was an auspicious person, and with Zhang Sanfeng around, his life would be safe for a while.Thinking of this, Song Qingshu looked up and saw that the clothes on his body had been changed, and beside his pillow was the gold box of black jade intermittent ointment he had asked for from Wang Baobao. Have you ever visited Third Uncle Yu?"

Song Yuanqiao was startled, knowing that his son had always been very good with his third brother, so it was not surprising that he would ask this question after waking up.But it suddenly occurred to him that yesterday his fifth brother committed suicide with a horizontal sword because he was sorry for his third brother.The fifth brother has gone, and the third brother who stayed behind is even more self-blaming, remorseful and grief-stricken?

At the moment, he didn't care about talking to his son anymore, and hurried to Yu Daiyan's small courtyard.He, Song Yuanqiao, has always been steady and mature, but at this moment he was so anxious that he actually used his lightness kung fu and sped away all the way.

"Third brother!"

Yu Daiyan was lying on the bed with his eyes open and weeping. Hearing Song Yuanqiao's panicked call, he knew what he was worried about, and immediately said coldly: "Brother, don't worry. Your third brother, let alone raise a sword to kill himself, even wipe away tears now." I owe all my strength."

Song Yuanqiao stood beside his bed, seeing his grief, couldn't help but shed tears. "Third brother...you...you have to live well..."

"Haha! I'm alive! I'm a useless person alive! It's better to die ten years ago!" Yu Daiyan became more and more angry as he spoke, "If I had died ten years ago, I wouldn't have caused my fifth brother to commit suicide. As a result, the master has lost his apprentice, and the senior brother has lost his junior!" He was in extreme pain, and even his voice trembled.

"Third brother...you are also the master's apprentice...you are also my junior..." Song Yuanqiao burst into tears and didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

"Third uncle, you can't die, you haven't avenged your revenge yet!" A haggard voice sounded from outside the door, and Song Qingshu walked in holding the door frame.He has been with Yu Daiyan for ten years, so he is naturally worried that he will be alone.

Yu Daiyan's expression became serious when he heard the words, although Yin Susu injured him first, she was not the one who crushed his bones in the end.But he immediately mourned: "Nephew Qingshu, I can only entrust you to avenge third uncle's revenge."

"No, third uncle, report it yourself." Song Qingshu shook his head and walked in.

Only now did Song Yuanqiao realize that he was holding a gold box in his hand. He had already seen it when he changed his clothes last night. Although Wudang Mountain was somewhat rich, with Song Qingshu's ability, he could not afford this delicate gold box.He was also afraid that Song Qingshu would cause some trouble, so he opened it to check, but found that it was empty.I wanted to wait for him to wake up and ask, but I forgot all of a sudden.

"I am like this, how can I get revenge?" Yu Daiyan knew Song Qingshu's temperament, and he rarely said such strange words, so he was not angry, and quietly waited for him to continue.

Song Qingshu opened the box and took out the interlayer, revealing the dark ointment inside, saying: "This is the black jade intermittent ointment that Qingshu heard from those people when he was saving Wuji. There is a foreign martial art in the Western Regions, and it is suspected to be Shaolin ointment. Side branch, the method is extremely weird, broken limbs and bones, no medicine can be cured, only its secret medicine 'Black Jade Intermittent Ointment' can be saved, but how to make this ointment, but its recipe is not publicized. I hijacked that little prince , the box of ointment I got in exchange, although I don’t know if it’s real or not, but I’ll know if it’s real or not if I try it with a small beast. If unfortunately it’s fake, Qingshu will definitely find the real black jade for third uncle Ointment. Although there is no guarantee that the third uncle's martial arts will return to its heyday, it is possible to walk as usual." Although he said this, most of them believed that the ointment in his hand was real.

Hearing the words, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help sighing: "Really? If it's true, Qingshu, if you..." But the rest of the words were hidden between his lips, so how could he blame Qingshu for being late?Qing Shu was so exhausted day and night that he finally fainted. It's not that he didn't notice it. After all, he, the big brother who is the head of the sect, didn't live up to his expectations. A tragedy in the world.

Yu Daiyan was also sad and happy when he heard it, with mixed feelings in his heart, and he was depressed.If he had said a word less, it wouldn't have made the fifth younger brother difficult to be a man on the spot, committing suicide in grief and indignation.

In fact, who did this on purpose?Thinking about everything, I can only lament that God didn't open his eyes.

For a while, the three people in the room were thinking about their own thoughts, but no one spoke for a long time.

Song Qingshu stopped persuading him, knowing that although Yu Daiyan regretted dying today, once he knew the possibility of recovering his body, he would give up the idea of ​​seeking death.After all, he still has a big revenge, ten years of resentment, how could it be possible to offset it in one day?

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After coming out of Yu Daiyan's small courtyard, Song Yuanqiao wondered if Yu Daiyan could not hear it, then asked Song Qingshu in a low voice: "Qingshu, the black jade intermittent ointment you are talking about..."

"If the ointment is real, I'm [-]% sure that Third Uncle can stand up again." Song Qingshu said with certainty.

"Okay...okay..." Song Yuanqiao was extremely pleased, "The third brother didn't love you for nothing."

Song Qingshu coughed a few times, his internal injuries were still not healed, he ran all the way in a hurry, and lost his breath again.Song Yuanqiao raised his hand to inject an internal force into his vest, but Song Qingshu dodged it. "Father, take care of yourself, Wuji still needs you, I don't mind."

Song Yuanqiao thought for a while, withdrew his hand, sighed and said, "Do you want to go and see Wuji?"

Song Qingshu wanted to refuse, but thinking that even if he went back to practice, he might not be at ease, so he simply nodded and followed Song Yuanqiao towards Zhang Sanfeng's Yunfang.Song Yuanqiao took him around Zixiao Palace first, and asked him to go to Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susuling to worship first.Song Qingshu walked all the way, and all he saw were shocking white banners.There were two spirit pivots parked in Zixiao Palace, Song Qingshu respectfully kowtowed to the tablets of the Fifth Uncle and Fifth Aunt, secretly thinking that their spirits in the sky must protect Zhang Wuji.

When he stepped into Zhang Sanfeng's cloud room, a gust of hot air rushed towards his face. Song Qingshu took a closer look and found that there were several braziers raised in the room. Zhang Sanfeng sitting in the center was embracing the unconscious Zhang Wuji, and the rest of the Wudang heroes Sitting cross-legged everywhere, moving with eyes closed.A wave of white air rises above Zhang Sanfeng's head, it is the time when the internal force is running to its peak.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji who had a pale face and closed his eyes tightly, and regret rose in his heart little by little.He had a chance to return his parents intact, or let him avoid this cold ordeal, but in the end, he still couldn't do anything.

Same as when I was four years old.

Song Qingshu was very kind to Yu Daiyan, and he originally wanted to regret it.If when he was four years old, he could muster up the courage to tell the disaster out of the eyes of others, maybe Yu Daiyan would not end up where he is today.This idea has been entangled in his heart and became his heart disease.

Although others felt that it was none of his business, he still tried his best to make amends.

Now, ten years have passed, the victim has been replaced by Zhang Wuji, and he still hasn't done anything.

Song Yuanqiao felt that Song Qingshu beside him suddenly became short of breath, which was a sign that his internal strength had gone awry. He just wanted to hold his wrist and feel for his pulse, but he didn't expect that Zhang Wuji, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, opened his eyes at this moment.

"Senior Brother...Senior Brother..." As soon as Zhang Wuji opened his eyes, he suddenly saw Song Qingshu standing in front of him. He was so happy that he almost shed tears, and stretched out his hand to want him to hug him.

Song Qingshu was stunned, and it took him a while to realize that Zhang Wuji had recovered his sanity, and hurriedly took a step forward, holding his cold little hand in his palm.

"Senior Brother...Senior Brother... Am I dead too?" Zhang Wuji saw that the room was filled with smoke, and the senior brother he was thinking of was standing in the smoke faintly, recalling that his senior brother spit out a lot of blood before he fell into a coma, which almost made his blood boil. His head and face were stained red.

"No, you are not dead. Grand master and all the senior uncles will try their best to save you." Song Qingshu softened his voice and comforted him.

Zhang Wuji didn't know where the strength came from, he opened his arms, hugged Song Qingshu tightly, put his head in his arms, and cried bitterly: "Brother, are my parents dead?"

Song Qingshu didn't know what to say for a moment, he looked up at Zhang Sanfeng behind Zhang Wuji, the latter nodded to him with tears in his wise eyes.Song Qingshu gritted his teeth, bowed his head and said: "Wuji, your parents are dead, you have to live well, and in the future you will practice martial arts and avenge your parents."

Zhang Wuji shouted: "I don't want revenge! I don't want revenge! I want my parents to come back to life. Brother, let's spare those bad guys, and everyone will find a way to save their parents!" The child's voice was originally extremely high-pitched. There was a faint echo in the cloud room, which sounded very tragic.

After hearing these words, Zhang Sanfeng and others couldn't help but shed tears again.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu pulled Zhang Wuji out of his arms, without saying a word, raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

Everyone was stunned, but no one could react when they heard the crisp voice echoing in the room.Zhang Wuji even covered the place where he was beaten, staring blankly at Song Qingshu, wondering why his respected senior brother beat him.

Song Qingshu said coldly: "Zhang Wuji, listen, your parents are dead, no matter how much you cry and make trouble, they will never come back. Are you going to be a man to avenge them? Or are you going to be a brave man?" A timid kid? I don’t lack a bowl of rice in Wudang Mountain, and all the teachers and uncles are more than enough to support you. If you want to live comfortably in the future, no one can stop you. Tell me, how will you choose in the future?”

What he said was cold, and in Zhang Wuji's ears, it was a bit colder than the cold poison in his body.

Song Qingshu's blood welled up in his heart, and he hated iron for being weak.He knew that such a request to Zhang Wuji, who was only nine years old, was too strong and difficult, but Zhang Wuji's hatred of death in the future was mostly spoiled by Wudang.The heroes of Wudang love his parents for their suffering and he was seriously injured, so they are obedient to them.If he didn't wake up Zhang Wuji at this moment, then he would rather never see this ineffective child who caused trouble again.

Song Yuanqiao just came back to his senses at this time, just about to scold his son, but found that the master gave him a look, making him wait and see what happened.

Zhang Wuji didn't understand the minds of these adults, he looked at Song Qingshu with a frosty face, he really didn't want to hurt him and his senior brother who doted on him treated him so coldly, and felt extremely wronged in his heart.But suddenly remembering that his father and mother did commit suicide in front of him, and he almost caused the death of his brother, his thoughts turned, and he knew that everything was because of his being too useless.

If he has martial arts like the grand master, why would he be plundered?How could so many people force their parents to death?How could it cause the senior brother to be seriously injured and vomit blood?

Zhang Wuji's small face changed from hesitation to grief, and finally turned into strength again. He slowly put his hands down from his face, clenched his fists tightly, and said through gritted teeth: "I want to live! I want to live to avenge my parents! I want to practice peerless Martial arts! Don't let senior brother get hurt for me again!"

Song Qingshu felt relieved, knowing that from today onwards, the indecisive Zhang Dajiao had disappeared from his sight.In its place was just a kid named Zhang Wuji.

It's his younger brother.

While thinking about it, Song Qingshu couldn't help touching Zhang Wuji's little red face from his beating. Although his blow didn't use any internal force, it still made one side of Zhang Wuji's face swell up, and he used his internal force to reduce the swelling. .

Song Yuanqiao saw it in his eyes, and he was really surprised.In a very short period of time, he watched his son appease Yu Daiyan and Zhang Wuji, and he did it so skillfully that even the senior brother in charge of the sect felt inferior to him.Old, he is still old...

Zhang Sanfeng was twirling his beard and crying.Although his five disciples had gone, looking at Song Qingshu, who was well-behaved, and Zhang Wuji, who was stubborn and resolute, he vaguely felt that Wudang's reputation in the future would be better than his own.

Song Qingshu didn't expect what was going on in his father's and Grand Master's mind. At this moment, Zhang Wuji's face became more and more green, and he suddenly trembled again, but he wanted to squeeze everything into his arms.Song Qingshu hugged him by the waist, almost freezing his breath.

When Zhang Sanfeng healed Zhang Wuji's wounds, he had already undressed him. Song Qingshu hurried over after waking up from a coma, and he only wore unlined clothing. The cold war is like holding a piece of ice in your arms, it is unbearably cold.But although he couldn't stop shivering, he didn't yell out. He just gritted his teeth tightly and supported himself.

Just hugging him makes him feel so uncomfortable, how can Wuji feel sad?Song Qingshu thought so, and didn't mean to push Zhang Wuji away at all.

"Wuji, let go of your senior brother!" Zhang Sanfeng was startled, even Mo Shenggu could only last a cup of tea, let alone the young Song Qingshu?

But Zhang Wuji had already fallen into a coma, Song Qingshu saw that he was still hugging his waist tightly in a coma, sighed secretly, just hugged him and sat cross-legged, using the little internal energy left in his body to expel the poison for him.

Well, he owed it to him.