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There were only three guys and two cooks in this small inn in Baoning Town. Suddenly such a large number of guests rushed in. These five people, together with the innkeeper, were so busy that they hit the back of their heads with their heels.

Zhang Wuji couldn't find a buddy to help him decoct the medicine, so he simply occupied a small stove in the corner of the kitchen of the small inn and started working.

After a can of medicine is decocted, use a fine cloth to filter out the medicine residue, pour it into a clean bowl, and put it in a drawer aside to keep warm.

The cook who was cooking dried vegetables and stewed meat was unhappy, and said that the steamed buns in this drawer were all prepared for the group of soldiers outside. You put this bowl of medicine in it, and it all smoked into medicinal steamed buns. How could they agree?

Zhang Wuji said that they like to agree or not, and whoever refuses to agree, let him talk to his general. This medicine is for their general to drink.The cook didn't say anything.

Zhou Zhiruo disliked the cooking fumes in the kitchen, so she stood pretty at the door, looked at it for a while and chuckled, "Master Zhang, I didn't expect you to be depressed like this."

Zhang Wuji knew she was coming, but now he couldn't bring himself to be very energetic with Zhou Zhiruo, so he pretended not to see her, and only cared about the things in hand.

When I saw her on Mount Shaoshi instructing her disciples to indiscriminately injure innocent people with 'thunderbolt thunderbolts', I felt uncomfortable, but at the time I always thought it was because I abandoned the marriage in public in the previous wedding hall, and followed Zhao Min in full view. Now, Zhou Zhiruo was hurt too badly, and she was so angry that she acted extreme. She always felt that she was to blame, so she could be tolerant.

But today I saw her conniving at her subordinates to hit Song Qingshu with the extremely powerful 'Thunderbolt Thunderbolt'. If she hadn't rushed to push Song Qingshu in time, the consequences would have been disastrous, and he almost didn't scare him to death at that time.

Even if it was because of a misunderstanding, Zhang Wuji was very angry. He usually would not speak out and hurt others, especially when facing Zhou Zhiruo, a woman who had inextricably related to him, the only thing he could do was to stop talking to her.

Now that Zhou Zhiruo took the initiative to speak, Zhang Wuji couldn't pretend to be invisible anymore. Holding a long-handled spoon, he lowered his head and carefully stirred the rice porridge in the small casserole in his hand, "Patient."

"Patient? Is Mr. Song seriously injured?"

Zhang Wuji looked up at her, "Qing Shu is not in good health. He has been leading troops to fight for the past few days, and he is exhausted physically and mentally. I don’t even know how to treat him.”

Zhou Zhiruo was speechless, and after a while, she said softly, "Are you blaming me? We didn't mean to hurt him. We were going to Huashan, but we were stopped by soldiers from the brigade on the way, and they kept clamoring to catch me... Capture me and give them General Dingbei to be the general's wife. We spent a lot of effort to hide in a small nunnery until now, angry and scared, and later heard that their General Dingbei is Mr. Song, It's understandable that Senior Sister Jingjia couldn't hold back her anger when she saw him in person, but luckily she didn't really blow him up."

Zhang Wuji turned his face, looked at Zhou Zhiruo seriously, and said, "Master Zhou, I know that this matter is justifiable, and it is also a sudden disaster for you. Being attacked suddenly, it is inevitable to be angry in your heart. But human life is always precious Yes, you rely on the sharp weapons in your hands to kill people immediately because you think you have a reason. , How can you bear to destroy it so lightly? Today you are the one who hurt others, and if someone else has something more powerful than you in their hands tomorrow, they will kill you as soon as they say so, how would you feel?"

Zhou Zhiruo said indifferently, "I have had a hard life since I was a child, but I was just a poor fisherman's girl in the Hanshui boat. I was only bullied by others since I was a child. After learning martial arts, every step of the way was difficult. The dangers encountered in Wan'an Temple are unnecessary. It is said that after taking over as the head of Emei, there are many people who are openly and secretly dissatisfied. If I am a weak woman, if I am tolerant and tolerant, I will be eaten by others."

Zhang Wuji heard that Zhou Zhiruo's tone was calm, but the meaning of the words was desolate and lonely. Looking at her face, which was so beautiful that it was hard to hide the haggard face, his heart softened, and he sighed, "I'm sorry, Master Zhou, what I just said I was too impatient and didn't think about your difficulties, don't mind."

Zhou Zhiruo's face softened, "It's okay." She walked in slowly, and stood beside Zhang Wuji to watch him busy.

I saw fish slices and a few unknown medicinal herbs added to a small pot of white porridge, which was cooked to a delicious fragrance, "Master Zhang, are you also preparing this for Mr. Song?"

Zhang Wuji went to the cook who was cooking again, grabbed a handful of chives and fine salt and sprinkled it in the porridge to taste, "Yes, he should eat something light and nourishing now, I think there is only dried vegetables and stewed meat at night, which is greasy It's too greasy, I'm afraid he will feel uncomfortable after eating it."

"Why do you want to do it yourself? I think Mr. Song has a lot of personal soldiers? You just tell them to do it."

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"The decoction is very particular about the heat. I'm afraid that his soldiers are not used to doing this. If the decoction is not good, the effect of the medicine will be much worse. I'll do it myself."

"What about this one?" Zhou Zhiruo pointed to the small casserole for porridge.

"This, this is done by the way."

I found a tray to put the porridge and the bowl of medicine, but I was afraid that it would not be enough, so I ordered the cook to put two bowls of the freshly made rice and stewed meat with dried vegetables, and prepared to serve them together.

Nodding to Zhou Zhiruo, "Master Zhou, I'll go up first."

Zhou Zhiruo stared blankly at him leaving steadily, feeling a little envious of Song Qingshu in her heart, thinking to herself, if she was injured or seriously ill, she would be able to receive Zhang Wuji's careful care, and that illness would be worth it once.

I remember when I was on a desert island before, I pretended that I also got Shixiangruanjin powder, and I was considered a patient.Zhang Wuji helped her to use her kung fu to force the poison. Although he was gentle and considerate, he was not so meticulous.Could it be because he himself was poisoned at that time, and his spirit was not good?

After thinking wildly for a while, he couldn't figure it out, turned around and went back, the big guys will definitely not leave these days, and they will all live in this small inn, and there is some hope in their hearts.

Zhang Wuji returned to the room, put the tray on the table, opened the bed curtain, and woke up Song Qingshu, who was already half asleep, "Brother Song, it's time to eat. After eating, drink the medicine before going to sleep."

Song Qingshu rubbed his eyes and sat up, "Thank you." Slowly put on his clothes and got up, sat down at the table to eat with Zhang Wuji.

After taking a few mouthfuls, he raised his head and smiled, "Master Zhang has changed from a medicinal material seller to a cook again, and his skills are good. The taste of this porridge is no worse than Aunt Niu's."

Zhang Wuji said, "I used to prepare food by myself, and I also practiced some skills. If you feel good, eat more, don't rush to leave, rest here for a few more days, and you are not allowed to do anything except eat and sleep these days Anything else."

Song Qingshu shook his head helplessly, "Aside from eating and sleeping, what am I doing!" At this moment, I had time to ask, "Why did you come here just in time?"

Zhang Wuji roughly talked about what happened after he went to Huashan, and felt that Song Qingshu was not suitable for emotional agitation at this time, so he deliberately omitted the part where he met the second master Yu Lianzhou.

Baoning Town is a very quaint town, and this inn has been around for some years. Although it is not as refined and comfortable as the accommodation in big places, the rooms are spacious and strong, and the shopkeeper and the staff are also sincere and thoughtful.

The weather these few days is nice and the sun is warm. Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji set up small tables and stools under an old tree that has lost all its leaves behind the inn, and then ordered Song Gaishi to go to the town to find a set of chess pieces. Chess to pass the time.

There were a few guards on duty standing far away around them, no one dared to disturb them easily, but they were relaxed and contented.

The Emei Sect didn't leave in a hurry either. Several of their disciples were injured when they fought against Chen Youliang's army, and they were short of medical care when they hid in the nunnery on the mountain.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't see outsiders, and would send disciples to invite Zhang Wuji to treat him. Zhang Wuji never put on airs, and would go whenever he was called.

"Master Zhang, you've lost again." With a little smile on his lips, Song Qingshu slammed down a white piece, immediately blocking Zhang Wuji's large number of black pieces.

Zhang Wuji threw the chess pieces in his hands back into the bamboo basket, "If you lose, you lose. Let's go for a walk. Didn't you mean to go outside the town to have a look?"

The two of them walked out of the inn, and a pretty green figure came towards them. In this deserted loess northwest, this figure was as refreshing as a lotus near the water.The guys in the store and the soldiers around would steal a glance whenever they had the opportunity.

Zhou Zhiruo could only hear Zhou Zhiruo softly asking Zhao Lingzhu and Jinghui who were following her, "How are our disciples recovering from their injuries? When can we go on the road?"

Zhao Lingzhu replied, "Junior and sister Jinyi are all fine now, only two male disciples were seriously injured. Last time, Master Zhang said that it is not appropriate to move. I wonder if the situation is better now."

He raised his head and saw Zhang Wuji, "Just in time, Master Zhang is here, let's ask him for advice."

Zhou Zhiruo nodded, stopped and said, "Master Zhang, is it convenient for the two disciples under my sect to take another look at their injuries?"

Zhang Wuji said apologetically, "I'm about to go out with Qingshu, about an hour, when I come back, I'll go over and show the disciples of your sect."

"Okay, then let's wait for Master Zhang."

Zhao Lingzhu also said politely, "Thank you very much." Only Jinghui kept a straight face and said nothing.Several people entered the inn by mistake, and no one looked at Song Qingshu more, just pretending that he didn't exist.

Song Qingshu knew that these martial arts figures who knew about his past would not think highly of him, and it was impossible for him to argue with these people one by one, and he had no position to care about, so he just ignored these rudeness.

After walking a few steps, I heard Jinghui say from behind, "Junior Sister Zhao, I don't quite understand how such a chivalrous person, Master Zhang, would get mixed up with this kind of martial arts scum. Haven't you been expelled from the Wudang sect long ago?" The voice behind the discussion was really loud, and it seemed that they were deliberately talking to Zhang Wuji.

Song Qingshu paused, quickened his pace, and wanted to leave quickly, but Zhang Wuji grabbed his arm, turned his head and said with a sullen face, "Master Jinghui, please don't hurt anyone casually!"

Zhou Zhiruo also lightly reprimanded, "Senior sister Jinghui, don't talk nonsense behind her back." Jinghuifang shut her mouth and said nothing, but she looked very angry and was very unwilling.

Song Qingshu pulled Zhang Wuji out quickly, "Master Zhang has changed his temper. The nuns of Jingjia and Jinghui of the Emei sect are all so surly. If there is anything to worry about, I don't plan to talk to her. You are not always Are you generous, why are you still making trouble?"

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Zhang Wuji looked at his instantly pale side face with some worry. It wasn't like this face just now. When he was playing chess just now, he was obviously happy. .

He clasped Song Qingshu's wrist and touched it. Sure enough, his breath was turbulent. I don't know how much perseverance it took to control it, so that he could talk and laugh freely, but his face turned a little pale. If he was careless, he would probably feel that this person was too indifferent .

If you don't pay attention, you won't notice it, but if you pay close attention to it, you will know that Song Qingshu can't not mind, he just refrained from talking, maybe because there is nothing to say, so what if he is scolded for the crime of killing his uncle!I am afraid that I am suffering a lot in my heart if I insist on not showing anything on the surface.