Beacon quenching beauty

It is still an ordinary country house near Haozhou City, with low walls and firewood doors. There are two old trees in the courtyard, and there are stone tables and rattan chairs under the trees.

It’s still the fat Aunt Niu, with a friendly face when she comes in and out, every day, vegetables and tofu, stewed chicken and fish. Deliciously made by the chef.

It was still the same Song Qingshu, with beautiful features, elegant and handsome, but a little sickly and weak.

It seemed that there were no major changes, but Zhang Wuji felt something was different.

I can't tell exactly what is different, but the figure in the green shirt under the tree looks more and more beautiful in Zhang Wuji's eyes.

Song Qingshu lived an extremely leisurely life. Every time Zhang Wuji went to visit him, he was either reading a book or basking in the sun with his eyes closed. The last two times he seemed to have gained some strength, and he was occasionally seen practicing Wudang cotton palms in the courtyard.

Wudang Kungfu uses mind to control strength, softness to overcome rigidity, there is no need to pay attention to jumping, jumping, and windy movements, but it is suitable for weak people to practice slowly to strengthen their physique.

"Brother Song." Zhang Wuji went up to Song Qingshu as soon as he stopped, "Let me take your pulse."

La Song Qingshu sat under the tree, grasped his palm familiarly and turned it over, put three fingers on the pulse gate.After meditating for a while, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. After he had been moving for a long time, his pulse condition was steady, his breath was not disturbed at all, and there was still a vague internal force circulating in his body.

Switching to another hand, I asked, "Have you practiced Wudang School's inner strength recently?"

Song Qingshu lowered his eyes, hesitating and not knowing how to answer.Hearing Zhang Wuji's tone, he has already noticed that little bit of internal strength in his body, should he tell Zhang Wuji that he is practicing the chapter of Yi Jin Bone Forging?

Logically speaking, Zhang Wuji shouldn't hide it from Zhang Wuji, but the origin of his kung fu is a bit hard to tell, and the relationship between Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo is extraordinary. If he treats himself well, Zhou Zhiruo will only be better. He stole the martial arts of the Emei Sect, and it would be difficult to seek justice for the Emei Sect. After practicing Kung Fu, wouldn't it be abolished?

Song Qingshu remained silent, Zhang Wuji regarded him as acquiescing, suddenly a little angry, and raised his voice, "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that your meridians are severely damaged and you can no longer practice martial arts, otherwise you will be killed if you are not careful?" The meridian will be reversed, endangering your life, how can you do it on your own initiative!"

Song Qingshu was stunned by what he said, and raised his eyes in astonishment. Zhang Wuji was a humble man, never scolding others, and rarely spoke harshly to his subordinates in the sect, but suddenly lost his temper at him.

Even if Song Qingshu is living under the fence of others here, he has always been treated with politeness, courtesy and thoughtfulness. At this moment, he was suddenly scolded in a deep voice, and Song Qingshu didn't know how to react for a while.

As soon as Zhang Wuji said something, he felt a little inappropriate. Looking at Song Qingshu's frozen face, he apologized, "I'm sorry, Brother Song, I didn't mean to speak loudly with you, it's just that you don't take your body seriously. It's too dangerous to do things at random, and if something happens, it will be a big trouble, even if it doesn't hurt your life, it will be difficult to heal."

Song Qingshu lowered his head, and said after a long while, "I'm sorry, and I don't want to trouble you, Teacher Zhang." After finishing speaking, he got up and went into the room.

Looking at his tall, thin, dull and cold back, Zhang Wuji regretted that he should not have spoken so loudly to him, but just now when he thought that he was practicing kung fu recklessly, his life would be in danger if he was not careful, and his heart suddenly sank. There was a huge panic, and I couldn't help losing my temper.

Chased into the room, "Brother Song, don't be angry, I have no other intentions, let alone fear that you will cause me trouble, I am really worried about your body."

Song Qingshu hooked his mouth, "Thank you for your concern, I'm not angry, it's because I acted recklessly and didn't think carefully. If I get hurt again, it's your trouble."

Zhang Wuji muttered, "I'm really not afraid of this."

Song Qingshu turned his eyes and looked out the window, and said sadly, "I know, Master Zhang, you are a careless and generous person, so naturally you don't care about these things. It's just that you don't understand my feelings. You are a martial arts practitioner, but you will become a martial artist in the second half of your life. This is so weak that I can't even take care of myself, I always have to worry about what to do in the future."

Zhang Wuji patted him, Mingjiao was very powerful, and it would not be a problem to protect Song Qingshu.

He comforted me, "Don't think too much about it. Your injuries were so serious before, it's very hard to recover to your current state. Aunt Niu took good care of you living here. If you still feel inconvenient, then I'll change it." Then send two stable people to help her take care of you."

Song Qingshu stood in front of the window, the afterglow of the setting sun came in, his usually pale face had a touch of moving color, he smiled slightly, "I am not in need of someone to serve me, I mean that I can't be attached to you, the leader of the Ming Cult forever. , you have to be self-reliant."

Zhang Wuji said sternly, "Why not? Brother Song, don't worry, since the uncle entrusted you to me, I will naturally take care of you all the time."

Although Song Qingshu was grateful to hear it, he also felt that he couldn't talk to him, so he stopped talking. He expected that a high-ranking benefactor like Zhang Wuji would not be able to understand his feelings, and living with others would not last long. The plan is reliable for a while but not for a lifetime.He is also a dignified man, so he doesn't want to live like this for a long time.

"I'm a little tired and want to lie down for a while."

Zhang Wuji said, "Okay, take a rest, I'll go and make some medicine for you." He thought that since he had practiced internal skills for a period of time, no matter whether his meridians were damaged or not, it would be better to take some medicine to recuperate.

After Song Qingshu moved here, Aunt Niu specially cleaned out a small room to store medicinal materials. It didn't take long for Zhang Wuji to turn this room into a small medicine shop, with shelves full of various medicines.

Zhang Wuji went in and flipped through the pages, while slowly thinking about how to combine those few herbs together.

Always unable to concentrate, it took a long time to pick out two kinds of medicines, pinching a few red sage root in his hand and unconsciously lost his mind, Song Qingshu just said that he can't always be attached to him, what does this mean?Want to leave?

Get flustered for no reason, how can this work!Brother Song has no martial arts, and his reputation in the world has long been ruined. Now that the world is in such chaos, how can he protect himself?And if the news that he is not dead is spread, the uncle will not be able to be a man.

He felt that the word "attachment" that Song Qingshu said just now was surprisingly pleasant to his ears, and secretly thought that it would be good for him to always be attached to himself like this, so that everyone can rest assured.

He reached out and picked up a piece of Suoyanzi, which can be added to Song Qingshu's medicine for moistening dryness and nourishing tendons, but it has a little aphrodisiac effect, so the dosage should be controlled, and it should not be added too much.

Naturally, he remembered the beautiful scenery after the two of them had taken the aphrodisiac that night, and his face blushed. If he didn't control it at that time, and continued to do it... what would happen?

It would be embarrassing to meet again.

A white figure under the hazy moonlight flashed in front of my eyes, my throat suddenly felt a little tight, and I could still vaguely remember that the body was soft and smooth to the touch, as if it had suction, and it couldn't be let go after sticking it on.

Shaking his head and not daring to think about it, he quickly prepared a few medicines and brought them to Aunt Niu, and told her to fry them after dinner every day, and drink them for Song Qingshu before going to bed.

Before leaving, he took another look at Song Qingshu and saw that he was leaning on the bedside thinking, "Brother Song, what are you thinking about?"

Song Qingshu said, "It's nothing, are you going back? I'll see you off. Let's go for a walk." He got up and got out of bed, took a robe and put it on, and went out with Zhang Wuji.

After walking along the country road outside the door for less than half an hour, he stopped and said with a smile, "I'll send it here. If I go further, I'm afraid I won't have the energy to go back."

Zhang Wuji was sent off by him for the first time. The two walked side by side, pointing at the rural scenery casually, watching the tired birds returning late, and the flying swallows throwing themselves into the forest. It’s over.” He reminded again, “Brother Song, you can do Wudang Changquan for a while, but don’t practice Wudang internal strength anymore.”

Song Qingshu nodded, he definitely wouldn't practice Wudang internal skills, he practiced the Nine Yin Manual.After deliberating on this matter, I decided not to speak out.Although he would feel a little guilty about hiding his selfishness from his savior, but this is his own practice and healing, and it won't hinder others, and it will be troublesome if he talks too much.

Zhang Wuji took two steps.Suddenly turned around and said, "I will think of a way."

Song Qingshu wondered, "Master Zhang, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Wuji didn't answer, waved his hands and walked away quickly, leaving Song Qingshu behind, so what does this nonsense mean?

What Zhang Wuji thought in his heart was to go back and study the medical books left by Hu Qingniu. Since Song Qingshu still wanted to practice martial arts so much, then he could help him find a way.