[Yi Tian] Reborn Qing Ruo He Ze

"It's me, Zhiruo." The warm voice was like the gentle sound of a clear spring hitting a boulder, coming in from the window that was pushed open a small gap, and drifting in her ears.

Zhou Zhiruo was startled, she quickly put down the sword in her hand, walked to the window with a few steps, and pushed it open.I saw Song Qingshu standing outside the window looking at her with the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, his robe sleeves were lifted by the night wind, fluttering silently.

She stared at him, lowered her voice and said, "Why are you here? What happened?" After speaking, she leaned out half of her body and looked out of the window. Seeing no one around, she hurriedly tugged on his sleeve and looked in. After taking a few steps back, he said, "Let's talk first."

Although she is the only one living in this courtyard, it is impossible to tell which senior sister or sister passed by here after going to bed late.If you see Song Qingshu, you will definitely regard him as a prostitute who visits women's boudoir at night.

Song Qingshu calmly jumped over the window sill and closed the window with his backhand.The window was closed, and the room was dark for a while. Zhou Zhiruo turned around and picked up the fire folder on the table, lit the candlestick on the side, and covered the lampshade.

The sparks swayed, the room lit up, and the light yellow halo spread like ripples.Zhou Zhiruo's moon-white pajamas were also slightly yellowed by the light of the flames. She had hair like waterfalls of blue hair, and her figure was slender and weak.

Song Qingshu stood behind her, saw her bare feet, frowned, picked her up and put her on the stool, walked to the side of the bed, picked up the embroidered shoes, walked back to her, squatted down , held her feet and helped her put the embroidered shoes on.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't expect that he would suddenly pick her up, exclaimed, and looked down, only to find that she hadn't even put on her shoes just now in a hurry to get out of bed.

After helping her put on her shoes, Song Qingshu stood up and leaned over to look at her.At the moment Zhou Zhiruo was covered by his tall figure, he just looked at her quietly without saying a word.

Looking at his slightly messy hair, Zhou Zhiruo must have rushed all the way here, so something must have happened, right?Why didn't you say a word when you got here?She opened her lips anxiously and asked, "Senior Brother Song, why are you here at this hour?"

Song Qingshu touched her face comfortingly, rubbed it, smiled softly, and said, "It's okay. Didn't I tell you to wait for me?"

Zhou Zhiruo let his hands cover her face. He should have just gone up the mountain, and the night in the mountains was cold, but his hands were warm, and the warmth of his palms pressed against her face.

"You came up the mountain just for this?" Zhou Zhiruo asked incredulously, seeing him nodding innocently, she turned her back angrily, not wanting to look at him again.

He came up the mountain just for such a sentence?The Emei Sect also had disciples who kept vigil at night, even if the disciples were mediocre in martial arts and could not detect him, but the master's martial arts were very strong, if the master found out, his reputation would be ruined!

"I want to see you, Zhiruo." His warm breath slowly surrounded her, and his deep voice was next to her ears. These five words came out of his thin lips, but they sounded like It was as hot as a fire, and a blush spread from behind the ears.

Song Qingshu bent down and surrounded her from behind, hugged her slender shoulders with both hands, and leaned his chin on her shoulders.

Zhou Zhiruo tugged at the hand he was holding on her shoulder, but he tightened it even more, and even grabbed her hand.

"Okay, now you've seen me too. Go away!" She struggled uncomfortably, her fair little face was already blushing unreasonably.What's going on now?The moon is dark and the wind is high, a man and a widow are alone in the same room...

Song Qingshu also noticed her uneasiness, chuckled lightly, pecked lightly on the side of her cheek, let go of her hand and sat aside.

Reflexively, Zhou Zhiruo covered her face with one hand and cast a sideways glance at him.

"What were you practicing just now?" Song Qingshu poured her a cup of tea and asked.

She took the teacup, looked at him while drinking and asked, "When did you arrive?"

He held the teapot in one hand, and the warm water slowly poured out from the spout and fell into a small porcelain cup, saying: "When I came, you were meditating and adjusting your breath. I was afraid that you would be surprised if you came in suddenly." You, just stood outside for a while."

Practicing internal strength is the most taboo to be disturbed. When adjusting the breath with one mind, if you are suddenly disturbed, the mild one will suffer internal injuries, and the severe one may cause the meridians to become chaotic.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded and put down the teacup, thought for a while and said frankly: "Master, she... she passed the Emei Nine Suns Kung Fu to me."

Song Qingshu was not surprised by this at all. In the previous life, Juejue Shitai passed the position of head of Emei to Zhiruo, and she should still have the same idea in this life.

"Emei Jiuyang Kung Fu, although it is a superior internal skill, is not complete. Even if you practice it, you may not be able to gain much benefit. Why don't I teach you another set of inner power and mental skills, which is the same as the whip technique last time?" It's the same." He stroked the teacup with one hand.

"How do you know that the Emei Nine Suns Kung Fu is incomplete?" Zhou Zhiruo said in surprise, she and her master were the only ones in the Emei Sect who knew about the Emei Nine Suns Kung Fu, and she only knew about it.She, a disciple of Emei, didn't know about this, how could he, a disciple of Wudang, know?

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to rub her hair, and said with a smile: "If you know it, you know it. There are so many reasons."

How could he know these things?But she told him personally in the previous life.But in the previous life, even Zhiruo didn't know that the Emei Nine Suns Kung Fu and the Nine Suns Kung Fu learned by Zhang Wuji were actually of the same origin.

After he died in his previous life, his mind and soul wandered around wantonly, and he saw many things that he didn't know before, such as Zhang Wuji's various encounters, and many things in the past, but no one could see it. A ghost of him.

He has already learned the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Nine Yin Mantra, and he has integrated the two into one body to benefit both yin and yang.It's fine if you can teach Zhiruo the Jiuyang Divine Art in its entirety, but the inner strength of the Jiuyang Divine Art is strong and mellow, which is not suitable for women.In comparison, the Nine Yin Manual is more suitable, focusing on femininity, and its power is no less than that of the Nine Yang Magic.

In the previous life, Zhiruo practiced the Nine Yin Scriptures but found no proper way, and was eager to improve, so she became obsessed.Now that he is taking care of him, naturally such a thing will not happen again.

"Emei Nine Suns Kung Fu is too masculine, and it's not suitable for women to practice. My set of kung fu is more feminine." Song Qingshu looked into her eyes and said.After speaking, he stood up, went to the cabinet, took out a coat and cape, put them on her body, and pulled her to stand up to go out.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Zhiruo asked, twisting her hands and refusing to leave.

"To where I live now." Song Qingshu blew out the candle and said, put his arms around her waist, picked her up and walked out.Walking outside the door, he stood at the door holding her in his arms and said, "Close the door."

Staying in his arms, Zhou Zhiruo gave him a helpless look, and closed the door softly.Seeing this, Song Qingshu smiled with satisfaction, hugged her and practiced lightness kung fu, even though he hugged someone, he still walked lightly on the branches and leaves in the back mountain.

Zhou Zhiruo's face was covered by the hood of the cloak.Even though she couldn't see it, she could still feel Song Qingshu's speed from the wind blowing by her ears and the swaying of the branches and leaves. She couldn't help feeling curious once again, how high Song Qingshu's martial arts was.

After a while, he stopped and just walked forward.Zhou Zhiruo lifted the hood and took a look.It was dark, and she couldn't see anything, but she knew she was in a cave.

He just said to go to the place where he lives now, Zhou Zhiruo raised his eyes and looked at him in surprise, could it be that he lives in a cave at the back of Mount Emei now?

Song Qingshu put her on the stone bench and lit the candle on the stone table.The light illuminated the entire cave, and Zhou Zhiruo could see clearly that the cave was very deep, and even with candles shining on it, the entrance of the cave could not be seen.

Inside the cave there is only a stone table, a few stone benches, and a bed with quilts and pillows.Not far away was a pile of extinguished bonfires.

She didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. Song Qingshu, a dignified disciple of the Wudang School and known as "Yumian Mengchang" by the people in the world, lived in a simple cave in Mount Emei.

She stood up and walked to the bed, touched the quilt, and couldn't help frowning. The quilt was thick, but it was very cold at night, so it might not be enough to keep out the cold.Although the bodies of martial arts practitioners are much stronger than ordinary people, they are still physical.

"I'm practicing pure Yang internal strength, so the cold can't help me." Song Qingshu laughed.This silly girl was actually worried that he was afraid of the cold, and he could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression.

"Don't think about it. I'll practice a set of palms for you first." Song Qingshu patted her on the head with a smile, and sat on the bed.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded, sat obediently on the stone bench, and looked at him.

Song Qingshu hooked his lips, concentrated on his luck, and concentrated on practicing the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.Zhou Zhiruo saw his palms forming claws, moving quickly, so fast that she could hardly see his movements clearly.His fingers and palms are sharp, and every time he strikes a palm, it seems that he has the power to break a rock.

This palm technique looks very ruthless.She felt that it was both strange and familiar, but she didn't think too much about it. She just carefully watched every palm that Song Qingshu used. This palm technique was really exquisite.

Song Qingshu withdrew his hand, looked at her with open eyes, and said, "Zhiruo, what do you think?" She used this set of Nine Yin White Bone Claws very well in her previous life.

She nodded honestly, and replied: "It is indeed a good palm technique." Although it was a bit harsh.She didn't say the second half of the sentence.

He smiled, stared into her eyes, and suddenly said: "Then do you feel familiar, Zhiruo?"

She was stunned for a moment, blinked, and said hesitantly: "This is not the martial arts of the Emei School, how could I feel familiar?"

"This set of palms is called Jiuyin White Bone Claw, and it comes from the same family as the previous White Python Whip." Song Qingshu explained lightly.

She shook her head and nodded again, and said, "It seems a little familiar, but..." In fact, she couldn't tell whether she was familiar with it, it seemed familiar but strange.She seemed to have faintly noticed something, but she couldn't catch it.

"Okay, Zhiruo, don't think about it. It will be dawn soon, and I will teach you the formula now. As for the Emei Jiuyang Kungfu, don't practice it." Song Qingshu pressed her hand to prevent her from thinking again Going on, he was just asking a question tentatively, in fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

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Waiting for collection, waiting for comments, otherwise Qingshu's Jiuyin White Bone Claw will be revealed T·T Are you afraid