[Yi Tian] Reborn Qing Ruo He Ze

Zhou Zhiruo's ears turned red from being molested by Song Qingshu. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly felt unbearable pain in her lower abdomen. A chill rose from her dantian, and her face instantly turned pale.

Song Qingshu hugged her, but he didn't see her pale face, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't even speak because of the pain, his teeth were trembling faintly, he could only lift his uninjured left hand with difficulty, and touched Song Qingshu's cheek.

Feeling that the fingers on his face were terribly cold, Song Qingshu grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's shoulders and stepped back slightly. Seeing that her face was as pale as paper and her lips turned blue, he reached out to feel her pulse. Only then did he realize that her wrist was cold, and when he touched her face, it was as cold as ice.

Song Qingshu frowned suddenly, brushed away the hair hanging on her chest, and stretched out his hand to pull off the plain white obscene clothes on her shoulders.

At this time, Zhou Zhiruo was already curled up by the cold air rushing around in her body, feeling Song Qingshu's movements, she hurriedly held down his hand with trembling hands.Her hands were like ice cubes, Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes slightly, put one hand on her waist, channeled his internal energy into her body slowly, and pulled down the clothes on her shoulders with the other hand.

The obscene clothes were pulled down, revealing round and white shoulders, and a water-colored orchid embroidered tube top.There is a dark green and black palm print on the delicate white and tender skin.Song Qingshu didn't have time to think about other things at this time, he touched the palm print with his fingers, only to feel that the palm print was hot as fire, but his whole body was as cold as ice.

It is Xuanming Divine Palm.

A steady stream of internal energy was transported into the body, and warmth swarmed around her body. Zhou Zhiruo gradually stopped trembling. The frost on her thick eyelashes gradually turned into water vapor and dissipated. She opened her eyes, and her pale face finally had A bit ruddy, but shameful.

"It's the Xuanming Divine Palm of the Elder Xuanming. This palm is vicious. I'll help you get rid of the poison first." Song Qingshu straightened Zhou Zhiruo's clothes, sat cross-legged on the couch behind her and said softly.

Song Qingshu put his hands lightly on Zhou Zhiruo's back, and the nine yang zhenqi in his body rose from the dantian and poured into her body through several large acupoints all over his body.

Zhou Zhiruo only felt that her body was slowly surrounded by a wave of true qi, the cold air in her limbs and bones was gradually forced to one place, and then was wrapped by the real qi, and gradually retreated from her body from the Tianling cover.

Half an hour later, the true energy circulated in the body for a few weeks, wisps of light smoke rose above Zhou Zhiruo's head, and her body was no longer so cold.

Song Qingshu withdrew his palms, turned her around to face him, and pulled off her clothes without hesitation, and sure enough, the palm prints had disappeared.

After Zhou Zhiruo went through such a toss, her face was still pale, but her face was already red to the point of bleeding.Song Qingshu thought she was uncomfortable, she had practiced Emei's internal energy, and Emei's internal energy was yin, so it was inevitable that she would not be able to resist Chunyang's nine-yang magic.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to feel the temperature on her forehead, raised her face and asked, "Zhiruo, what's wrong?"

Zhou Zhiruo was ashamed and annoyed, she closed her eyes tightly the moment her head was raised, and shouted, "I'm not feeling sick."

Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing when she saw her deceitful appearance, with light in her eyes, stroking her blushing face, and said, "Zhiruo, I will take responsibility."

Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback, turned her face away and said in embarrassment, "Who wants you to be responsible." The red glow on her face spread to her neck in large swaths, and it was out of control.

Song Qingshu was noncommittal, and picked up a small round box with dense patterns and fine carvings from the small table in front of the couch. When he opened it, there was a light blue transparent ointment inside, exuding a pleasant fragrance.

He picked up some plaster with his long fingers, and spread it on the black and blue scars on Zhou Zhiruo's neck.

Zhou Zhiruo only felt a chill on her neck, and knew that she couldn't compete with Song Qingshu, so she simply asked him to apply the medicine on her without struggling.

The room was silent.

Zhou Zhiruo turned her head slightly, but saw Song Qingshu looking at her for a moment, with a smile on his lips.She hurriedly turned her head away again, not daring to look at him again.

"Tu Du" two crisp knocks on the door broke the silence in the house, Song Qingshu closed the box and put it aside, slowly got off the bed, helped her to lie down again, and tucked the corner of the quilt for her.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled out the tie on the bed curtain, and the honey-colored bed curtain came down loosely, tightly covering the people inside.

Then he withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and said slowly: "Come in."

Dressed in black clothes, Shi Yi pushed open the door and walked in. He saw his master standing beside the bed, looking like an elegant and elegant scholar, and the curtain behind him was pulled up firmly.The corner of Shi Yi's mouth twitched, the master must be being stingy, hiding his future wife so tightly, he still wants to pay a visit to the future wife.

"Master, someone from the Emei faction has already sent someone to inform you." However, he still didn't dare to make a mistake in front of his master. Thinking of the miserable appearance of the deer stick guest lying in the dungeon and the appearance of the master when he attacked, he was expressionless but moved. The trick was so ruthless, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart, he didn't want to be treated like this by his master!

Hearing about the Emei School, before Song Qingshu could speak, Zhou Zhiruo had already opened his lips and asked, "What did Master say?"

Picking up a glance at Song Qingshu, saw him nodding his head slightly, and then replied: "Master Juejue said, let husband...er, Miss Zhou take good care of her wounds. There is no rush to go back to Emei, first heal your wounds before you can go back Late."

Zhou Zhiruo didn't realize that he almost accidentally slipped the title just now, so she nodded and said, "Thank you for reporting to the Emei faction."

Shiyi cupped his hands respectfully and said: "Miss Zhou, you don't need to thank me, this is all orders from the master."

Only then did Zhou Zhiruo notice that he was calling Song Qingshu Master, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Qingshu standing outside the curtain.She always felt that Song Qingshu was not only a simple disciple of Wudang, he seemed to have other more mysterious identities.

After picking up her words, she withdrew. The moment the door closed, Song Qingshu lifted the curtain of the bed, sat on the side of the couch, and took out her wrist to feel her pulse carefully, so she was relieved.

"You also know medical skills. Your martial arts are very strong, and your martial arts methods are very strange. He called you master just now. Are you really Wudang Song Qingshu?" Every sentence before is a positive tone, only the last sentence is a question sentence.

"Don't change your name when you're going, and don't change your surname when you sit down, Wudang Song Qingshu." His voice was full of laughter.

Zhou Zhiruo fixed her eyes on Song Qingshu's face, trying to see something.Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at her with a light smile and said, "Why don't Zhiruo follow me up the mountain to meet Grand Master and my father, then you will know whether I am Song Qingshu or not."

Zhou Zhiruo naturally understood what he meant, so she wouldn't go up the mountain with him.

"Wudang Song Qingshu has so many unspeakable secrets." Zhou Zhiruo curled her lips and said.

Song Qingshu didn't say any more on this issue, but just smiled and said: "You made the whipping method very easy that day, why don't I teach you?"

Zhou Zhiruo: ...

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30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi.

At this moment, Deer Sticker was lying in a mess in the dark dungeon, unable to move.There is a messy pile of straw under his body, and the dungeon is full of rotten smell. His martial arts have been abolished, and even his meridians have been broken.

He was wounded that day, and when he woke up, he was in this prison.

"Clang" the door was opened and the lock was thrown on the ground.Against the light, he couldn't see the man's expression clearly, but he could sense the fierce murderous intent.

"You..." Before he could finish speaking, the man's five fingers had turned into claws, stretching towards his heavenly spirit cover, and the powerful inner force poured into him, and all the meridians in his body were broken in this way.

Thinking of how I have been domineering in Jianghu with my superb martial arts for decades in my life. Even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't bear him back then, but now I have ended up like this. I just feel that life is better than death, but he can't move his hands and feet now. Even if you want to kill yourself with a palm, you can't do it!

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been molested~~