When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Song Qingshu looked at the Shixiang Ruanjin powder in Zhou Zhiruo's hand, and frowned slightly.

Zhou Zhiruo said: "I found this from Lu Zhangke in Wan'an Temple."

fake.

This is what she took from her portable space.

On the night of the Wan'an Temple fire, Miss Zhou was so focused on Miejue Shitai who was fighting He Biweng that she didn't even think about searching for Luzhangke's body and taking ten incense and soft tendons.

But that night, the flames soared into the sky, and the thick fog filled the air, making it hard for people to see the people in the temple clearly.

People from the six sects were in a mess, Song Yuanqiao was afraid of Song Qingshu's accident, so he took Song Qingshu by his side tightly, the smoke blocked his sight, and Song Qingshu was far away from Miss Zhou, so Song Qingshu didn't know what Miss Zhou was doing at all.

Song Qingshu would not ask Luzhangke, and Luzhangke would not tell everyone that she did not lose Shixiangruanjinsan. It is precisely because of this that she said that she got Shixiangruanjinsan from Wan'an Temple.

This reason is foolproof.

Zhou Zhiruo wrapped Shixiang Ruanjin powder and put it back in her sleeve.

The room she reserved was next to the street, and she could see the panorama of the street just by standing at the window, no matter which road Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji came back from, they couldn't escape her eyes.

Zhou Zhiruo walked to the window, looked at the bustling crowd outside, and said, "Senior Brother Song, do you think that I am unscrupulous and acting against the righteous way?"

Song Qingshu pursed his lips, looked down at the water in the glass, and did not answer Zhou Zhiruo's words.

The cup is made of celadon, and the tea is rendered in blue, turning into a very light blue, like the morning after the rain in Wudang Mountain.

But this is not Wudang Mountain, but Dadu.

At that time, the sun was slanting to the west, the sky was full of colorful clouds, and the water reflected the gorgeous sunset, like blood spreading in the water.

Song Qingshu put down his cup, looked up at Zhou Zhiruo at the window, and said, "Zhiruo, you seem to be a little different from the past."

Zhou Zhiruo had a slender figure, turned her face slightly, behind her was the red sunset glow, like the legendary phoenix reborn from the ashes.

Song Qingshu lost his mind for a moment.

Zhou Zhiruo said: "It will become more and more different in the future."

Zhao Min is a shrewd person, if he kept the window open, he might be seen by Zhao Min.

Zhou Zhiruo closed the window, leaving only a small slit. From this slit, she could see the scenery outside, but she couldn't see the inside of the house.

Zhou Zhiruo sat on the chair under the window, and continued: "Brother Song, I used to have a master, I could be weak, kind, and ignorant of worldly affairs, but I won't be anymore."

"Master is dead, no one can protect me anymore, I need to protect myself. If I'm still as naive as before, I'm afraid I will die without a place to die."

"But I can't die. Master wants me to drive out the Tartars, restore the Han Dynasty, and revive Emei. I must fulfill the master's last order, otherwise, once I die, how can I see that the people under Jiuquan have the grace to rebuild me?" Master?"

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded for a moment.

Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows slowly, looking at Song Qingshu in front of her.

Song Qingshu was smarter than she imagined. She had only been in this era for two or three days before Song Qingshu noticed that something was wrong. Fortunately, the Emei Sect was undergoing a major change at this time, so she could just use this as an excuse.

Zhou Zhiruo said: "So, Brother Song, in the future, I will become less and less like myself."

"Zhao Min first used Shixiang Ruanjin Powder to stun us, then took away the treasure of my master, imprisoned me in Wan'an Temple, insulted me in every possible way, and finally killed my master. For this kind of person, I don't want to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality. upright."

"Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?"

The golden crow is falling to the west, and the clouds are like blood, dyeing everything in the world into a bright red.

Song Qingshu didn't speak for a long time, Qingjun's face was covered with a layer of haze, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, as if he was restraining something.

After a long time, Song Qingshu finally opened his mouth and said, "Zhiruo, I know you have a lot of misfortune and a pitiful life experience, and your journey has been very difficult. I pity you and respect you more. I only hope that you will be safe and happy in this life. Don't be misled by the turmoil in the world." lifetime."

Zhou Zhiruo raised her brows lightly, and a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes.

Song Qingshu's clear eyes reflected the rays of the sun, and his voice slowly changed from deep to clear: "But if you insist on this, why not if I give up my life to accompany the gentleman?"

"No matter what you look like in the future, I will treat you as I saw you when I first met you."

Downstairs came the sound of vendors welcoming and sending them off. Pedestrians walked in a hurry, as if they were chasing the sun that would set every day.

The compass of fate began to turn, leading the people of the world to their respective ways.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled lightly.

"Senior Brother Song, thank you."

Those who smeared the journey ahead in the night, thank you for walking along the way.

Even if the end point is not in the same place, even if there will be more storms in the future life, knowing that someone is with you, your heart will be extremely peaceful.

Song Qingshu is a talkative person, he is better than his father Song Yuanqiao in dealing with the general affairs of the sect, and he is also quite cheerful and forthright when walking in the rivers and lakes.

But for some reason, when he was in front of her, Song Qingshu didn't talk much, and after finishing those comforting words, Song Qingshu began to turn the water cup to drink tea again.

Zhou Zhiruo thought about it, probably because Song Qingshu, who was long-sleeved and good at dancing, became taciturn at the moment because he was always embarrassed in front of the person he liked.

Song Qingshu didn't say a word, and she didn't find a topic. The two sat opposite each other, drinking tea.

Zhao Min's voice came from downstairs, Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu exchanged glances, walked lightly into the backyard of the inn, and scattered ten fragrant soft tendons in the food for Zhao Min.

It was already late at night, after Xiaoer delivered the food, he went back to the backyard to do some work, the lobby of the inn was quiet, only Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji were there.

Because it was too quiet, even if the two deliberately lowered their voices, Zhou Zhiruo could still hear what they were saying.

I have to admit that Zhao Min is really good at flirting, even if there is a difference between Hua and Yi, and they are deadly rivals, she can still flirt with Zhang Wuji.

Of course, it is also possible that Zhang Wuji's character is inherently indecisive, and he was born with a special affection for beautiful women.

Zhao Min left a faint red lip print on the wine glass, Zhang Wuji's eyes fell on the lip print.

The dim candlelight made the atmosphere in the lobby extremely ambiguous.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu gently tugged on Zhou Zhiruo's sleeve, with a look of comfort on his face.

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head, not caring what the two of them were doing, she stared at the Yitian Sword that Zhao Min placed on the table with Yingying eyes.

Afraid of Zhao Min's manipulation, she asked the Jin/Jiang system to verify whether it was the real Yitian sword.

Jin/Jiang Katon's voice confirmed, and Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flickered.

In the lobby, Zhang Wuji finally picked up his wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking the wine, Zhang Wuji put down his glass, talked and laughed with Zhao Min while eating the food.

Zhou Zhiru smiled at Song Qingshu and said, "It's done, let's go."

Song Qingshu nodded, holding the sword in his hand, and walked down the stairs in front of Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo knew that Song Qingshu was afraid of side effects and walked in front of her. If something happened, he could at least stand in her way.

This kind of delicate thought is really cute.

Zhou Zhiruo followed Song Qingshu down the stairs.

In the lobby, Zhang Wuji, who was more advanced in martial arts, was the first to notice something was wrong, closed his eyes, tried to stay awake, his voice changed slightly, and asked Zhao Min, "What trick are you playing again?"

Zhao Min put his fingers on his forehead and said intermittently: "I...not me, I am... not much better than you."

While talking, Zhao Min saw white clothes in blue clothes approaching, and the young man in blue clothes reached out to take her Yitian sword.

Zhao Min stood up staggeringly, holding on to the hilt of the sword, and scolded, "Where did you come from, a thief who dares to steal my things?"

Her answer was a chuckle: "Steal? Madam princess, the word steal is too heavy for me. I can't bear it. I just want to take back the things that belong to the Emei school."

Zhao Min was startled: "Zhou Zhiruo?"

Zhang Wuji's voice was gentle: "Sister Zhiruo, why is it you?"

Although Shixiang Ruanjin Powder hadn't fully exerted its effect, the two of them couldn't hold on any longer. Song Qingshu took back Yitian Sword from Zhao Min without using any force.

Song Qingshu pulled out the Yitian sword, checked it, and handed it to Zhou Zhiruo after there was no problem.

Zhou Zhiruo caressed the hilt of the sword with her fingers, and answered Zhang Wuji's words casually: "It's me."

Zhang Wuji propped himself on the table and stood up. The figure of Zhou Zhiruo in his sight was blurred. He shook his head, resisted Shixiang Ruanjinsan with his internal strength, and said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Sister Zhiruo, what are you doing? Give her back his sword."

Hearing these words, Zhou Zhiruo felt her heart constricted.

What do you mean, "Give Miss Zhao's sword back to her?"This Yitian Sword is obviously something from their Emei School.

This Zhang Wuji, who is a holy father himself, wants to pull others to be a holy mother, be generous to others, and do things that harm others and benefit himself.

Zhou Zhiruo pulled out the Yitian sword in a jerk, and said with a frosty face, "What am I doing? Master Zhang, you should ask your princess what she did before."

"Stealing the treasure of my master's sect and causing my master to die tragically in Wan'an Temple, even if I am smashed to pieces, I will never forget this bloody enmity!"

Zhang Wuji's complexion changed a few times, he opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but found that he had no reason to stop Zhou Zhiruo.

The Yitian Sword shone coldly under the candlelight, Zhao Min's face was pale, and her chest heaved slightly. She glanced at Zhang Wuji, and immediately had an idea, and said, "Master Zhou...you are jealous, let me just say it, why bother?" Looking for an excuse to find trouble?"

"Relying on Heaven and Slaying Dragons is the most precious treasure in martial arts. Those who are capable live there. When did it become exclusive to your Emei Sect? What's more, the extermination old nun jumped off the Wan'an Temple by himself. What does it have to do with me?"

"You obviously found such a clumsy excuse to kill me because you saw that Zhang Wuji was friendly with me. Zhang Wuji, thanks to you telling me that your sister Zhiruo is pure and pure, the most important thing is—"

The sword light flashed, Zhao Min screamed and covered her face, blood was unwilling to flow from her fingers.

Zhang Wuji's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stumbled to help Zhao Min.

Zhou Zhiruo held the Yitian sword in her hand, her figure was so clear and beautiful, she said to Zhang Wuji: "Master Zhang, why do you think your princess princess took the Yitian sword and asked you to take her to see the dragon sword? I might as well tell you, Yitian sword The dragon-slaying knife was made by the hero Guo Jing, and there are military books and strategies hidden in it."

"Xiangyang City was destroyed, hero Guo Jing died for the country, and the Dragon Slaying Sword was nowhere to be found. Only the little girl Guo Xiang escaped alone with the Yitian Sword in her arms. It is a pity that the ancestor Guo Xiang spent his entire life, but he never found the dragon sword, let alone someone who could save the people from the fire and water. Before his death, the ancestor Guo Xiang left a will, asking the disciples of Emei to find the dragon sword and save the common people in the world .”

Zhang Wuji was startled, his brows slightly frowned.

Zhou Zhiruo slowly raised the Yitian sword, pointed at Zhao Min, and said, "The dragon-slaying knife and the Yitian sword were originally passed down to Master Guo Xiang by the hero Guo Jing, I am a disciple of the Emei sect, why can't I take back the things from my own sect? "

"Do you think your princess is just curious to see Yitian Sword and Dragon Saber? She knows the secrets inside, and for the sake of Yuan Dynasty, she made the idea of ​​Yitian Sword and Dragon Saber!"

Zhang Wuji trembled, and slowly released Zhao Min from his arms.

Zhao Min covered the sword wound on his face, his eyes changed several times.

Zhou Zhiruo approached slowly, the night wind blew her long hair and skirt, and sent the long sword forward.