[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

Song Qingshu was seriously injured, and was detained by Mo Shenggu every day to recover from his injuries, it was no different from being blind with his eyes open.Therefore, until Mo Shenggu arranged for the carriage to leave on the second day, Song Qingshu suddenly realized that Fan Yao and Dr. Xi had disappeared overnight.Fan Yao knew that Dr. Xi was a student of the Beggar Gang, and knew that there was no hope of enlisting him and left on his own, Song Qingshu could still understand.But since Dr. Xi had already revealed his identity to Uncle Qi, why did he leave?Song Qingshu was at a loss. Seeing that they were still heading north, he couldn't help but asked, "Uncle Qi, how did Doctor Xi leave? Are we not going to Haozhou?"

Mo Shenggu replied without turning the head of the carriage: "Your injury needs to be recuperated, we have to go to Dadu. Doctor Xi left me the wound medicine, you don't need to worry."

How could Song Qingshu worry about this.Doctor Xi is just an eight-pocket disciple of the Beggar Gang and doesn't know martial arts, so he has reservations about Uncle Qi succeeding as the leader of the Beggar Gang, let alone others?At this time, shouldn't he take advantage of the conflict between the Mingjiao Maitreya Sect and the Beggar Gang, and return to the main altar of the Beggar Gang, always wanting to be kind and decisive?Thinking of this, Song Qingshu tentatively said again: "Uncle Qi, now that the Beggar Clan is fighting with the Ming Cult, it is the dragons without a leader..."

Song Qingshu had only finished speaking halfway, when Mo Shenggu yelled, pulled the carriage, turned around and said to Song Qingshu seriously: "I have ordered Elder Feng to rush back to Haozhou to pass on my orders, and to abandon the past with the Mingjiao Maitreya Sect. Because of personal grievances affecting the overall situation of the Anti-Yuan." Seeing that Song Qingshu's expression moved slightly, as if he still wanted to persuade, he raised his right palm to stop him. "I know that the Beggar Clan has its own way of life, so I may not take me as the leader of the gang seriously. Therefore, Uncle Qi has already stated to Elder Feng that if they recognize me as the leader of the gang, they will be banned; Please ask them to find another master!"

Song Qingshu's face immediately changed when he heard the words, and he blurted out: "Uncle Qi, you are too impulsive to do this!"

Mo Shenggu is an elder after all, Song Qingshu's words are already extremely rude.However, Mo Shenggu was unmoved, he just glanced at Song Qingshu calmly, and said softly: "Qingshu, Uncle Qi is a member of the Jianghu, so you can be kind and angry as you like, isn't it good?"

Song Qingshu was taken aback by Mo Shenggu's question, and after a while, Fang whispered, "I'm the one who got Uncle Qi involved!" If he hadn't made a big fuss about the Beggar Gang before, the Beggar Gang wouldn't have rejected Qi Uncle so much. Be a helper.Uncle Qi is upright by nature, and he has always been honest with others when dealing with others. Doctor Xi deliberately concealed his identity, which must have made Uncle Qi very disappointed with the beggar gang.

Unexpectedly, when Mo Shenggu heard the words, he only sighed slightly, and suddenly said: "Qingshu, the Wudang sect is originally a Taoist school, and they always emphasize quietness and inaction. You are too focused on utilitarianism, and you are too concerned about gains and losses. You are always calculating, how can you get up happily?" ?”

Hearing what Mo Shenggu said so calmly, Song Qingshu's heart beat wildly, and he was speechless for a moment.

Seeing that Song Qingshu lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, Mo Shenggu also sighed slightly, and said softly: "Qingshu, when you traveled across the sea to do business for the relief of disaster victims, your father had concerns. Now that I think about it, the best known son is like a father. That's right. A businessman is after profit and always counts pennies and baht. I know that without your calculations all these years, the Wudang faction would not have the momentum it is today. But you have been calculating for many years, and after all, you have lost your mind. Your father resigned from your position without discussing with you , let Wuji replace him. However, today our uncle and nephew opened the skylight to speak bluntly. Your position in Wudang has even taken your position as the head of Wudang? If Wuji intends to include Wudang into Mingjiao, will your grand master, your father and all the uncles sit idly by? Qingshu, why are you so arrogant and indifferent? Do you hurt yourself, and make your father and all the senior uncles feel sad and worried for you?"

Song Qingshu hung his head and didn't dare to answer, he only felt that his mind was in chaos, and all kinds of unpredictable emotions were pressing on his chest and blocking his throat, making him confused and unable to speak out.

Mo Shenggu saw that he was at a loss, and knew that he should give him time to think about it. He just put his hand on the back of his neck and said softly: "If you don't want to go back to Wudang for the time being, we won't go back. The mere position of the leader of the Beggar Clan, How can you be more important than my nephew? You were seriously injured this time, and Dr. Xi said that you need good medicine to recover. Let's go to Dadu and get the medicine for you." Glancing at Song Qingshu's eyes flushed, Mo Shenggu couldn't help laughing , only ordered, "Go and rest!"

Song Qingshu was in a state of confusion, he was very obedient and obedient, and as soon as Mo Shenggu finished speaking, he turned around and got back into the carriage.Before leaving the town, Rong Yang just had a full meal, and now he is sleeping soundly.Song Qingshu reclined in the carriage doing nothing, and soon fell asleep as the carriage rocked rhythmically.

Between half-dream and half-awake, Song Qingshu was in a trance, as if he had returned to his childhood.When his mother gave birth to him, it was a dystocia, so he was not in good health when he was young.Daddy lost his wife in middle age, so he only put all his longing for his deceased wife on his frail beloved son, pampering him to be arrogant, self-willed and lawless.He was just learning to walk on his own until he was four years old.That time, Dad deliberately took him to walk the rugged path in the mountains, but he was unsteady and fell down.Daddy asked him to stand up by himself, but he reached out to hug him.Dad refused, so he knelt down in anger and couldn't get up.Dad pretended to leave him and left, but he refused to get up and chase after him, and just kept crying on the spot.and after?Later, when the sky turned dark and thunder was everywhere, he wailed in fear, but his father finally couldn't bear it, and hurried back to hug him.

In his last life, he made a mistake in his errands, his reputation was ruined, and his death was not a pity.In his first rebirth, he kept his lesson in mind, stripped off the rich clothes of the head of Wudang, broke the arrogance and arrogance of the future head, and started all over again in the sea of ​​blood, but forgot that no matter the past life or the present, the kindness of the teacher to him has never changed .Song Qingshu fell into a drowsy sleep this time, and only shed a pillow of tears.

When I woke up, I realized that the sun was already setting in the west, the carriage stopped in a deep forest, but Rong Yang beside him was nowhere to be seen.Song Qingshu propped himself up from the carriage in a daze, and subconsciously reached out to touch his cheek. There was a slight warm wetness on his face, but it didn't look like tears.He was stunned for a while, only to see the curtain opened, and Mo Shenggu came in with Rong Yang in his arms.Seeing Song Qingshu wake up, he casually brought a bowl of white porridge mixed with ginseng slices over, frowning worriedly and said: "The ginseng is almost used up."

Song Qing was helpless in writing. Hearing Mo Shenggu's words, he immediately raised his head and said in hope: "Uncle Seven, I'm fine! This ginseng will not be used in the future!"

Song Qingshu himself didn't care, but Mo Shenggu knew very well that Song Qingshu couldn't even stand up these days, and even when he was awake, he was always out of energy. Down-to-earth, sweating and dreaming, the injuries on his body are extremely serious.Now he is still able to eat normally, all thanks to ginseng to boost his energy, if he does not use ginseng, he may have to lie down and cannot move for a long time.Mo Shenggu glared at him, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and only ordered: "Drink the porridge!" Seeing Song Qingshu dawdling, his face immediately darkened. "Rongyang is not picky about my martial uncle's craftsmanship, how can you, a senior brother, be more ignorant than Rongyang?"

Seeing Uncle Qi compare Rong Yang who can't speak with himself, what else can Song Qingshu say?He had no choice but to close his eyes, raise his head, and pour the whole bowl of porridge down his throat.

Seeing that he had finished drinking, Mo Shenggu put Rong Yang back into the carriage, took out the golden sore medicine left by Dr. Xi and said, "Take off your clothes, turn around, and apply the medicine."

Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat, and he was stunned in the carriage for a while, seeing that Mo Shenggu's expression remained firm, he reluctantly took off his clothes, turned around and lay down in the carriage.He has practiced martial arts all year round and has a well-proportioned body, and he was born fair.At this time, he took off his clothes, but saw that he was tall and straight, his flesh and bones were well balanced, and his heroic appearance was vigorous, which made people's eyes shine.

When Mo Shenggu saw that the knife wound on Song Qingshu's back had healed from a finger-wide scar to a scar that was just over an inch wide, his heart was relieved.He poured a little of the sticky golden sore medicine into his palm, and before his palm touched Song Qingshu's back, he saw his nephew, who was supposed to be obediently lying down, quietly move forward a few inches.Without knowing it, Mo Shenggu went in, and moved his palm up a few inches, but he didn't know that the body under his palm moved a few inches to the right secretly.Mo Shenggu's palm followed to the right, and his body moved down again carefully... Mo Shenggu has never been a patient and meticulous personality. He only thought that he was arrogant and refused to take medicine, so he slightly raised his eyebrows and shouted: "What are you messing with!"

Song Qingshu's body froze, and he didn't dare to move any more. He only held his breath, and let Mo Shenggu's palm slowly fall on his back.

Dr. Xi personally explained that the golden sore medicine had to be applied three times each time.But Mo Shenggu had only been on it twice, and he noticed that Song Qingshu's eyes were closed tightly, his breathing was stagnant, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He couldn't help but asked worriedly, "Is it because the medicine is too strong and it hurts?"

Song Qing's face was flushed, and he exhaled slowly, and it took a long time to burst out two words from between his teeth: "No, it hurts!"

Seeing his patience, Mo Shenggu was even more worried, and caressed the unhealed scar on his back with pity. "It really doesn't hurt?"

Song Qingshu choked for breath, his body jerked twice like a cramp, and suddenly burst into hysterical laughter. "Hahaha... Itchy! It's so itchy... Uncle Qi, you, don't touch me... Hahaha..." Song Qingshu was naturally ticklish, he couldn't see Mo Shenggu giving him medicine, so he was very sensitive.Mo Shenggu was worried about his rough hands and feet, and the force he applied when applying the medicine was three points lighter than Dr. Xi's.Song Qingshu couldn't bear it until now, but now that Mo Shenggu touched him again, how could he not hold back his laughter.

Mo Shenggu couldn't help being speechless when he saw that Song Qingshu was trembling with laughter, crawling forward in the carriage with difficulty, trying to avoid his palm.It was only then that he realized that Song Qingshu always liked to tickle Rongyang, and it turned out that he was pushing himself and others.Seeing that he stretched out his hands to scratch his back, Mo Shenggu couldn't let him go anymore, he hastily locked his wrists and pressed them to the top of his head, and said sharply: "Don't itch any more, just take another dose of medicine and you'll be fine! "Speaking, the palm of his right hand covered Song Qingshu's bare back again.

Song Qingshu had already burst out laughing, but couldn't hold it back anymore, he just beat the carriage hard and laughed wildly, even tears came out. "Itchy! Itchy!...Hahahaha...Uncle Seven, you need to be stronger...I...hahahaha...I can't do it..." He laughed so hard that Rong Yang turned over and lay down on him In front of him, he raised his head hard, with three wrinkles on his forehead, and stared blankly at him with his black eyes.After a while, he yelled twice curiously, "Ahhh", as if he was asking.

At this time, Song Qingshu didn't care about Rongyang, but saw his naked body struggling under Mo Shenggu's palm like a live fish, twisting his tight skin and muscles.He laughed hard and broke out a thin layer of sweat, his body that was originally white jade was gradually stained pink, as if the red tide was steamed and brightened.Under the dim butter lamp, this scene is really suspicious and illusory, and the fragrance is hard to describe.

Mo Shenggu's heart was beating wildly, he didn't know why he felt flustered and his thoughts were rushing, he hurriedly shouted: "Don't move!" With this rough and hoarse sound, Mo Shenggu felt his throat was thirsty, it was not like his usual voice at all.

Song Qingshu almost went crazy laughing, how could he hear Mo Shenggu's words.Mo Shenggu saw that he was struggling so hard that if he went on like this, the wound might burst open, so he could only press his knee tightly on his thigh, and wiped the golden sore medicine on his back with great difficulty.As soon as his fingers touched Song Qingshu's back, he twitched violently.Song Qingshu laughed till now, almost out of breath, his chest heaving and heaving, moaning and pleading: "Uncle Qi, let go...hehehehe...I, I really...haha...I can't stand it...hahahaha ..."

After the two of them took the medicine as if they were fighting, Song Qingshu lost his strength in laughter, lying lazily in the carriage like a fish that had been cramped, not wanting to move.After panting for a while, seeing Rong Yang still lying in front of him and looking at him foolishly, Song Qingshu's heart warmed up, he slowly moved his limbs and crawled forward, lightly bumped Rong Yang's forehead with his own, and said softly: " Rongyang, you still feel sorry for Senior Brother Song. Uncle Qi is so cruel, Senior Brother Song is almost dying and he refuses to let go..."

Naturally, Rong Yang didn't understand anything, he just found it very interesting to be pushed on the head, so he imitated Song Qingshu and pushed him back.

Mo Shenggu saw the two nephews, one big and one young, playing with their heads on their heads, and Song Qingshu muttered bad things about him. : "Put on your clothes!"

Song Qingshu was never aware of Mo Shenggu's abnormality, and impatiently pushed aside the silk jacket. "It's hot, and the clothes stick to the wound when I put it on, it's very annoying!"

This time, Mo Shenggu did not refute.In fact, he heard nothing at all.He was sitting in the carriage, looking at Song Qingshu's back in confusion.That smooth back was beautifully captivating, but the hideous scar running through his back made him feel anxious.A moment later, Mo Shenggu stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and gently covered Song Qingshu's spine.

Song Qingshu was afraid of itchiness, and when Mo Shenggu reached out to touch him, the muscles on his back twitched slightly like a cramp.Looking back, he saw Mo Shenggu staring at him blankly, but he only thought that Mo Shenggu was worried about him, so he hurriedly smiled and said, "Uncle Qi, I'm not cold."

As soon as Song Qingshu said this, Mo Shenggu immediately woke up and withdrew his palm.For some reason, facing the clear and bright eyes of his nephew, Mo Shenggu felt ashamed for no reason.He didn't have time to think about other things, so he coughed lightly and said: "I'll sleep outside, you and Rong Yang also rest earlier!" After that, he lifted the curtain of the car and escaped as if he was being chased.

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Seventh Uncle: Does it hurt?

Qingshu: Haha!itch!

Seventh Uncle: Damn it!