[Yi Tian] Reborn Qing Ruo He Ze

Zhang Wuji was sitting alone in the pavilion in the backyard, looking forward with a little infatuation.There was a happy atmosphere in the hall just now, not only was he not infected, but his heart seemed to be crushed by a big rock, and he was inexplicably saddened.

Just now in the hall, Miss Zhou and Senior Brother Song stood together, their clothes and sleep connected, their feelings flowing... They are really a pair of people.

Zhang Wuji couldn't help stretching out his hand to rub the twitching forehead, he felt a bitterness in his mouth, from the tip of his tongue to his heart.

"Young Master." A woman's soft and graceful voice came from behind, Zhang Wuji was in a trance for a moment, and Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful voice, like a pearl hitting each other, suddenly sounded in his mind.

"My lord, what are you thinking?" Xiao Zhao, dressed in a light yellow dress, walked gracefully in front of Zhang Wuji, smiled and looked down at him and asked, with tenderness like water in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji was taken aback by her sudden approach, blushed and moved back, coughed before softly saying: "It's nothing."

These days, Xiao Zhao also stayed with him on Wudang Mountain. After getting along with him during this period of time, he knew that Xiao Zhao was a considerate girl, and sometimes he would talk to her, but at this moment, there were some things he would rather In the bottom of my heart, I don't want to say it out, no matter if it is told to anyone.

Xiao Zhao nodded, stood up straight, her lips squirmed slightly, but said nothing.

She had just stood not far away for a while, seeing the Young Master sitting here alone, with a confused look on his face and a touch of tenderness in his eyes, she didn't know who she was thinking of, probably which girl?

She looked at Zhang Wuji's still ecstatic face, then lowered her eyes to stare at the toe of her white yellow satin shoes, feeling a little bitter in her heart.

The breeze blew, and the treetops outside the pavilion swayed and rustled.The two of them sat and stood, with a faint look on their faces, but their hearts were turning a thousand times.

They are all turned by love and suffer from love.

Zhou Zhiruo walked side by side with Song Qingshu on the Yangchang path, seeing the surrounding greenery, white walls and red tiles, and birds singing from the branches from time to time, she opened her lips and said, "Wudang Mountain is really different from Emei Mountain." Because it is a man, Mount Emei is a woman. Wudang is inexplicably more majestic than Mount Emei.

Song Qingshu suddenly settled down, and said in a good mood: "I think it's almost the same." These years, he didn't stay in Wudang Mountain for a long time, and he often stayed on Mount Emei to accompany Zhou Zhiruo.It's pretty much the same for him wherever he is.

The corners of Zhou Zhiruo's lips twitched slightly when she heard the words, and she was about to say something when she suddenly heard the crisp sound of swords and swords clashing, she couldn't help listening.Song Qingshu took her hand and walked forward, saying: "Not far ahead is the school ground."

"Did you say a few days ago that you wanted to find someone to practice with me?" She remembered clearly what he said when he dealt with the third brother Ah Da on Mount Emei last time.These days, she is good at martial arts, but she hasn't really tried it yet, and she doesn't know what her current martial arts cultivation level is.

"These Wudang disciples will practice with you. I'm afraid you won't be able to enjoy yourself to the fullest. Next time, let my subordinates accompany you to fight." Wudang disciples are still inferior to his subordinates.

Thinking of the lightness and skill of the men in black that she had seen before, Zhou Zhiruo nodded, blinking her bright eyes, closing her black eyelashes like a fan, and said with a smile, "That's fine."

There are quite a few disciples of the Wudang sect who envoy swords. From the school grounds, one can see that all the disciples are all dressed in Taoist robes and holding thin swords in their hands.Suddenly seeing Song Qingshu bringing a beautiful girl to the school grounds, everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then they realized that this should be Zhou Zhiruo, a disciple of the Emei School, and quickly clasped their fists in salute to the two of them.

Song Qingshu waved his hands to the crowd, signaling them to continue practicing martial arts.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at the disciples who were fighting with their swords, they were using Wudang swordsmanship, alternating between fast and slow, with both hardness and softness, but perhaps because they were young disciples, they didn't have a sense of flow and flow, on the contrary they were a little restrained.Far from being as agile as a dragon made by Song Qingshu, flowing clouds and flowing water in one go.

As an Emei disciple, it's really not good for her to stay in Wudang's school grounds, so after watching for a while, Zhou Zhiruo followed Song Qingshu to go elsewhere.

The weather is fine, layers of light clouds cover some of the sun, and the breeze blows away the faint heat that stays on the branches and leaves, bringing a bit of refreshment.

Thinking of seeing Sanxia Yu Daiyan and Yu Sanxia sitting in a wheelchair in the hall today, Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, "Senior Brother Song, can Sanxia Yu's feet not be healed?"

She had also heard about the events back then. It was a pity that such a famous hero lived in a wheelchair for several years.

"Do you remember Yu Liuzhi?" Hearing Zhou Zhiruo call him "Senior Brother Song", Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked while brushing aside the green branches and leaves for her.

"Remember, what's the matter?" Yu Liuzhi, the genius doctor of Liuzhi, was arrested by his subordinates to treat her, but it turned out to be a false alarm.

"Yu Liuzhi said that if there is black jade intermittent ointment, a rare medicine from the Western Regions, Uncle Yu's broken bones can be picked up." Song Qingshu said softly, but Zhou Zhiruo became interested when he heard the words.

"The name Black Jade Intermittent Ointment sounds quite capable, but doesn't it mean that this medicine can only be obtained by going to the Western Regions?" If so, it would be a bit tricky. It will take a lot of time, secondly, the Western Regions and the Central Plains have always lived in peace, and people from the Central Plains seldom go to the Western Regions, even if they go, it will be difficult to find this medicine.

"The three brothers Ada who were captured on Mount Emei a few days ago actually came from the Western Regions. Presumably, the Ruyang Palace has this rare medicine from the Western Regions." Song Qingshu slightly lowered his voice, his elegant and gentle voice was somewhat deep, as if The wind blew past, leaving a clear sound in the air, "It's just that Zhao Min is very guarded, he doesn't know where to put this medicine."

Thinking of Zhao Min, Zhou Zhiruo was silent for a moment. She had also experienced the scheming of this princess of the Yuan Dynasty, and she was indeed better than many people. "If you try to find this medicine, it's better to let her take it out and use it cheaply. .”

Song Qingshu was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand to rub Zhou Zhiruo's forehead and hair, and said with a low smile, "What Zhiruo said is true."At that time, it is only necessary to discount one or two of Zhao Min's most powerful generals, and I am not afraid that she will not take out this wonderful medicine.

It is indeed a good idea, when the time comes to obtain the Black Jade Ointment and connect the broken bones to Yu Sanxia, ​​he will be able to get rid of the fate of relying on a wheelchair for half of his body.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang also once shocked the world and were heroes for a while, but now one of the Seven Heroes died, Zhang Cuishan died, and Yu Daiyan lost one, leaving only five people, and Yin Liting seemed to have changed a lot because of the death of Xiaofu at that time. , no longer the heroic figure of the past.

Just now when he was looking at her at the foot of the mountain, there was a bit of sadness in that distant gaze, although it was fleeting, she could see it clearly.

"Don't think about other people." Song Qingshu gently pinched Zhou Zhiruo's slender and smooth chin with his long fingers, his words were a bit domineering.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled, her eyes sparkling, "How does Brother Song know that I am thinking of someone else?" He was always like this, able to read her heart.

Song Qingshu snorted softly, rubbed her chin with his knuckle fingers, reluctant to leave, the smooth skin made him want to stop, his eyes suddenly became dark, "Of course I know."

The boy Zhang Wuji looked at her in the palace just now, even more than in his previous life... He really still has interest in Zhiruo.

"Well... tell me, senior brother Song, who was I thinking about just now?" Her smiling face reminded him of the hibiscus flower suddenly blooming in the mountains. People can't move their eyes.

"At this moment, it's enough for you to think about me." Song Qingshu moved closer to her, uttered his words, and his breath enveloped her, making her a little fuzzy.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu with a pair of apricot eyes, his handsome face was full of anger, but his eyebrows were still picturesque, and the white robe moved slightly in the wind, like a cloud that was not stained with dust.

She took a step back, shook her head and said with a coquettish smile, "Senior Brother Song is jealous." Her laughter was like a bell hanging from the corner of the eaves, soft yet crisp.

After being told clearly by her, Song Qingshu clenched his fist and covered his lips with some discomfort, coughed lightly, turned his head away, pursed his thin lips tightly, and drew a nice arc on his face.

It was rare to see Song Qingshu's awkward appearance, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but curl her red lips, she just felt that his appearance was different from the usual indifferent and elegant, and she actually felt a little cute.

If Senior Brother Song knew what she was thinking at the moment, I'm afraid he wouldn't know how to react. He was a man whom she found cute, and with his temperament, he would definitely not respond happily.

Zhou Zhiruo stretched out her hand and tugged at his long jet black hair, which was as smooth as a piece of silk.Song Qingshu turned her head slightly, the blue waves in front of her eyes flickered, her face softened suddenly, her soft red lips moved away shyly after touching his face lightly.

Song Qingshu was stunned, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to caress the place where she had gently kissed her just now, and felt the soft touch on his face softened to the bottom of his heart.

He raised his eyes and looked at the person walking slowly in front of him, his thin lips raised slightly.

The sun is warm and light, jumping over the slender branches, jumping over the sparkling lake, and lightly resting on the nestling birds in the bushes.

Beside Cong, that white robe with wide sleeves and blue shirt, slender and beautiful big hands, close together, weak and boneless little hands.

Breeze, warm sun.

Bi people.