[Comprehensive] Change evil and return to righteousness

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable.Thousands of miles of lonely grave, there is nowhere to say desolate.

"Sect Leader, this is what you want." Li Hanjing gently placed the basket in her hand on the table, and secretly glanced at the Sect Leader who was sitting on the bed and put the Buddha into meditation.She has just joined the Emei Sect not long ago and has not met the head of the sect. She heard from the senior sisters that the martial arts of the head is very high. She also defeated the former teacher Zhang Wuji in Shaolin Temple.Although she didn't know who Zhang Wuji was, it didn't prevent her from admiring the head, but the head was so sullen all day long that it seemed difficult to get close to him.

"Is there anything else?" Sensing the sneaky gaze, Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes.

"No, no, no, no, Sect Leader, I'm going out first!" Li Hanjing hurried out with the embarrassment of being seen through.

After running all the way to the door of the room, Li Hanjing stopped, peeked at others and found that such a thing was too embarrassing to let others know.After reaching out to pat his chest to make sure his breath was stable, he pushed the door open and walked in.

"Didn't you go to deliver something to the head? Why did you come back so soon?" the roommate asked curiously.

"Don't mention it, the head's aura is too strong, I dare not talk to her." Walking to the table, Li Hanjing poured herself a glass of water.

"That's right, the sect leader doesn't usually smile, and every time I see her, I get so nervous to death." The chatterbox was opened, and several little girls in the room began to chatter.

"I heard from my seniors that the head of the sect was not very gentle when he was the head of the sect. There are many young talents pursuing the sect. The senior sisters also said that the head of the sect now looks more and more like the old master. He is cold all day long. "

"Could it be that becoming the head will become serious?"

"It's possible, maybe it's easier to convince the public this way!"

"That's not true! When I went to Wudang Mountain with Senior Sister Bei, I met Zhang Zhenren. He was smiling and looked very kind." Someone immediately retorted.

"You said, why does the head of the sect want those sacrificial things for today?" Li Hanjing asked curiously. Every year, the head of the sect would pay homage to someone on this day, but they didn't know who it was.

Everyone was silent when they heard this, and they didn't know it. The senior sisters seemed unwilling to bring up this topic.At this time, the youngest junior sister in the room stood up and walked to the door, poked her head out to look around to make sure there was no one around, and then quickly closed the door.

"What are you doing? Sneaking around."

"Let me tell you, the person in charge of worshiping is her dead husband, Wudang traitor Song Qingshu." The younger sister said mysteriously.

"What? The head of the sect was married!" Everyone was shocked by the news. Their head, who is not allowed to enter, was married, it was too unbelievable.

"You want to die! It's so loud!" The junior sister jumped up in fright, "The marriage of the head of the sect seems to be taboo in Emei, even the senior sisters dare not mention it, so don't talk nonsense when you go out." Seeing everyone nodded in agreement, the junior sister Finally relieved.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't know how her disciples talked about her, even if she knew, she wouldn't care.Taking off the Taoist robe on her body and changing into her favorite clothes before, Zhou Zhiruo picked up the basket on the table and performed lightness kung fu to the back mountain of Emei.Putting the ingot incense candle on the ground, Zhou Zhiruo bowed three times in the direction of Wudang Mountain, then picked up the wine glass in the basket and sat on the floor, pouring herself a drink.

In the blink of an eye, that person had been dead for ten years. It was ridiculous that she was his wife, but she didn't even know when he died and she didn't see her for the last time.What was she doing then?Oh, by the way, she is still wholeheartedly destroying the relationship between Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji, hoping to save her brother Wuji.Laughing at herself, Zhou Zhiruo drank the wine in her hand in one gulp.He took out the jade pendant in his arms, because the master often played with it, the jade pendant looked extra round.This was handed over to her by Song Qingshu on the day they got married, saying it was a family heirloom jade pendant, and now this is the only thing she misses about that man.

Sighing, Zhou Zhiruo stood up, shaking slightly.It was here that she asked Song Qingshu if she would marry her. At that time, she just wanted to take revenge on Zhang Wuji, but Song Qingshu knew this but was still ecstatic. She will always remember what Song Qingshu said when he handed the jade pendant to her, "A lifetime is a pair "This is something that many women dream of, and she could have it, but it was destroyed by her own hands.

A long time ago, so long that she was not a disciple of Emei, but a fisherman's girl by the Hanshui River. At that time, she didn't know what rivers and lakes were.Her mother died young, and she and her father depended on each other for life. In my impression, my father loved me and my mother very much.After the death of his mother, his father never remarried, because of his outstanding fishing skills and some people had secured matchmaking for his father, but he always refused with a smile.He always talked about his mother nostalgicly while helping her comb her hair. In his father's eyes, he was always the only one.

"My Zhiruo is so handsome, I can find a good husband in the future." On summer evenings, my father always likes to hold her and sit in the yard to enjoy the cool, and feed her sour grapes.

"Daddy, what is a good husband?" At that time, she was too young to see the longing in her father's eyes.

"A good husband is someone who treats Zhiruo well! This person doesn't need to be so handsome or powerful, as long as he can pamper and love Zhiruo."

"Daddy, I don't understand!"

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, Zhiruo will understand when she grows up."

Her father's words are still in her ears, and now she understands when she grows up, but it's too late, because the person who would pamper her and love her is no longer there, and she pushed away her own happiness with her own hands.She watched Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min go away together in Shaolin Temple, and heard the news of Song Qingshu's death when she returned to Emei.At that time, her heart seemed to be empty. The person who had been standing behind her and watching her silently died just like that, and even his body was sent back to Wudang Mountain.

Zhou Zhiruo's feelings towards Song Qingshu are very complicated.Back then, Song Qingshu was No. 1 in the Three Dynasties of Wudang, the jade-faced Mengchang praised by everyone in the world, no matter his family, martial arts, or appearance, he belonged to the upper class.To be liked by such a person, Zhou Zhiruo was still secretly happy.Later, when she met Zhang Wuji, she insisted on him as if possessed by a demon.She disobeyed her teacher's order for Zhang Wuji, but what she got was his escape from marriage in public.When she was at her worst, Song Qingshu accepted her and gave her a home.In fact, the reason why she dared to break up with Zhang Wuji so resolutely was definitely because she firmly believed that even if the whole world abandoned her, at least one person would stand by her side.Although she and Song Qingshu were married for a short time, she knew that Song Qingshu had been working hard to be a good husband.

The wind on the mountain made her a little cold, Zhou Zhiruo tightened her clothes.Someone used to put on a coat for her when she was cold, and someone would advise her when she was upset about trivial matters in Emei.Now, Zhou Zhiruo shook her alcohol-infested head to stop herself from thinking about it.

In the past ten years, she has rarely gone down the mountain, and there is no one she wants to see down the mountain, and perhaps no one wants to see her.She never went to Wudang again, and she dared not see Song Yuanqiao, because she killed his son and that person was her husband.She didn't dare to go to Song Qingshu's grave to worship, because she didn't know if Qingshu would still like to see her.She often wondered what kind of life Qing Shu lived in the last stage of his life, whether he was always waiting for her to appear or he would regret falling in love with her, but she would never know the answer.People say, "It's easy to find a priceless treasure, but it's rare to have a lover." The only thing that really belongs to her in this life is Qing Shu's love for her, and now she has nothing.

Seeing that the sun had already set in the west, Zhou Zhiruo tidied up her messy clothes and staggered away, leaving only a mess all over the floor.

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