Yitian's Clothes and Crowns

Song Qingshu's face darkened in an instant, seeing that the other person's appearance was different from that of the Central Plains people, a name appeared in his mind, Zha Yadu.With a sneer, Song Qingshu stretched out his hand provocatively, showing his middle finger, slowly turned down, and tapped a few times.Finished ignoring the inexplicable expression of the other party, turned around and walked down.At this moment, the members of the Six Great Sects hadn't gone far, no matter how powerful Zha Ya Du's kung fu was, they didn't dare to come out.After all, no matter how the Central Plains Wulin fights among themselves, they all treat the Mongols with a consistent hatred attitude.

As long as Zha Yadu dared to come out, he would call everyone back with one voice, and see who is afraid of whom.But Zha Yadu is obviously not someone who can't see the situation clearly. He just watched Song Qingshu walk away with an evil smile on his lips. Song Qingshu, we will meet again soon.

"Zha Yadu, let's go." A crisp voice came from not far away, and when I looked over, it was a beautiful girl, as bright as a rose, different from the reservedness of Central Plains girls, but with a flamboyant look Beauty, every move is full of extravagance.At this time, she looked at Zha Yadu's motionless figure with some displeasure, and she knew a little about Zha Yadu's affairs, so she curled her lips in disdain.

Although her movements were concealed, Zha Yadu keenly noticed her, a sharp cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes, but there was still a gentle smile on his face, and he said: "Minmin, don't be so anxious, everything is ready Well, there will be no problem."

That woman is Zhao Min, the daughter of King Ruyang, when she heard Zha Yadu's words, she raised her chin slightly, smiled with some complacency, and said: "Of course."

The smile on Zha Yadu's face remained unchanged, and he left with Zhao Min, followed by more than a dozen martial arts masters.

When they saw Song Qingshu standing in front of them, Song Yuanqiao and the others were all stunned. It was Mo Shenggu who reacted first, stepped forward and hugged Song Qingshu tightly, and said excitedly: "Qingshu is the son of big brother, Qingshu." Ah, Qing Shu is not dead, it's really great, great..."

Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu are only six or seven years apart in age, and they had the best relationship in the early years on Wudang Mountain.There was no news for so many years. Although everyone did not see the corpse clearly, most of them thought that Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu were dead.

Song Yuanqiao was naturally very excited when he saw his son, but he has been dealing with Wudang sect affairs for so many years, and his xinxing has already been experienced, but he calmed down after a moment of excitement, and he pulled his son to him after Mo Shenggu let Song Qingshu go , looked up and down carefully, and felt proud when he saw Song Qingshuchang's handsome and unrestrained temperament.

"Where's Wuji? Are you not with you?" Song Yuanqiao suddenly asked, and the other Four Heroes also suppressed their smiles and looked at him worriedly.

"Father and the senior uncles don't worry, Wuji and I have had another adventure in the past few years, and the cold poison on our body has been completely eliminated. Wuji has something to do, so father and the senior uncles will go back first and wait for Wuji's business." Once it's done, I'll go back with him, and I'll tell you about the past few years in detail." Song Qingshu said with a smile.

Although Song Yuanqiao and the others had seen Song Qingshu's ruddy complexion before, and they were also guessing about Song Qingshu's cold poison status, but now they were very happy to hear the good news with their own ears.Although the few people had many things they wanted to ask and many things to say, seeing that Song Qingshu didn't mean to say more, coupled with their trust in Song Qingshu, they didn't continue to ask questions. They just told Song Qingshu to be more careful and return quickly after finishing the work. Wudang Mountain sees the grand master.

Song Qingshu nodded, watched Song Yuanqiao and the others leave, turned around, and said with a smile: "Not coming out yet."

A figure flashed out behind the boulder not far away, it was Zhang Wuji who had shown his strength to turn the tide earlier, walked over and hugged Song Qingshu into his arms, buried his head in the crook of his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I thought brother I'm going to be left alone."

The scorching breath sprayed on the neck, causing bursts of itching. Song Qingshu felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to push Zhang Wuji away, but when he heard Zhang Wuji's slightly fragile words, he froze for a moment before realizing that the person in front of him had only just passed away. It has been a bit hard for him to face such an important scene alone today after he has been out for a few months.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu blamed himself for only thinking about the plot in the original book, but forgot to put himself in Zhang Wuji's place and think for Zhang Wuji. At that moment, the hand that was going to push away changed to hug Zhang Wuji's waist, and patted him on the back with some distress , Guiltily said: "It's my brother's fault, he didn't think carefully."

Zhang Wuji, who was buried in Song Qingshu's neck, raised the corners of his mouth where no one could see him, but he still said with a hint of sadness in his voice: "Then no matter what Wuji will do in the future, senior brother will be with Wuji, just treat it as It’s about helping Wuji, okay?”

After all, Song Qingshu watched Zhang Wuji grow up, and he could be said to be raising him as his own child deep in his heart. Hearing Zhang Wuji's sad tone at this time, his heart softened, and he thought that he was fine anyway, and being with Zhang Wuji was fine. Nothing, he replied without hesitation: "Okay."

Zhang Wuji hugged Song Qingshu's hand tightly, raised his head, smiled happily like a child, and said: "Then senior brother can't go back on his word, in the future he can't leave Wuji alone like today."

Song Qingshu fondled his head, looked at his childlike smile, and sighed inwardly, he was really just a child!

Song Qingshu reflected on it. Theoretically speaking, he didn't have any certainty about his behavior this time. It's just that he insisted on the plot in the original work on Zhang Wuji. Zhang Wuji left to fight alone.

It's just that he never thought that Zhang Wuji was just a 20-year-old kid who had little contact with things since he was a child. It is conceivable that Zhang Wuji must have been under a lot of pressure to deal with such a big thing all of a sudden.But to Song Qingshu's relief, Zhang Wuji did a good job, better than what he did in the original book.

Song Qingshu agreed so quickly this time because he figured it out. Although Zhang Wuji's fate cannot be changed, he can stay by his side, watch him grow, and give him a haven of rest when the child is tired.After Zhang Wuji is fully mature, maybe he can walk around the Central Plains, and finally go back to Wudang Mountain, and then marry a wife and have children, maybe his whole life will pass like this.

"Senior brother, I have just learned the magic skill of moving the universe, let me teach it to senior brother." Zhang Wuji said in a tone as if offering a treasure.

Naturally, Song Qingshu would not refuse this advanced martial arts, "Okay, but let's settle Mingjiao's educational affairs first."

The two returned to the Mingjiao Square, and as soon as Zhang Wuji appeared, all the Mingjiao disciples knelt down, and Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng, who took the lead, said in unison: "All the disciples of Mingjiao and Tianyingjiao, thank Zhang Daxia for his great kindness in protecting and saving lives."

Zhang Wuji quickly stepped forward to help Yin Tianzheng and Yang Xiao up, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, let's heal your injuries first, everything will be discussed after everyone's injuries are healed."

The Mingjiao suffered heavy casualties this time. At this time, the powerful enemy was far away, and they immediately became busy. Yin Tianzheng was only injured internally, and he was fine after a few days of recuperation. On the contrary, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and others were hit by the Xuanyin finger of Monk Yuanzhen. Some serious.Song Qingshu saw that Wei Yixiao just got rid of the cold poison yesterday, and got a new cold poison today, and walked over with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "Wei Bat King, it seems that you and the cold poison are really destined!"

Wei Yixiao naturally recognized Song Qingshu, and when he heard his words, he smiled wryly and said, "I'm not good at martial arts, I'll make you laugh at me."

Song Qingshu reached out his hand to Wei Yixiao's back, skillfully transported the Nine Suns Divine Art into Wei Yixiao's body, it took a full hour to completely remove the cold poison in Wei Yixiao's body, but the internal injuries he suffered were much worse. He came back slowly by himself.

Wei Yixiao stood up, bowed deeply to Song Qingshu who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and said gratefully: "Young master has detoxified twice, the great kindness will always be in my heart."

Song Qingshu wiped the sweat from his brow, stood up, waved his hand, and said, "Don't always call me Young Master, my name is Song Qingshu, the son of Song Yuanqiao from Wudang School, just call me Qingshu."

At this time Zhang Wuji had already expelled the cold poison for Yang Xiao, seeing that Song Qingshu had recovered, he said with a smile, "Did Senior Brother and King Wei Bat know each other before?"

"Yeah, it's still half a master. Wei Bat King taught me his lightness kung fu. I planned to teach it to you, so that we won't be afraid of losing the run next time we meet that dead old woman. But now it seems that your lightness kung fu is even better, so you probably don't need it." Song Qingshu said at the end, feeling a little frustrated.

"Senior brother treats me better." Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu with a smile on his face.

Song Qingshu patted him on the head angrily, "Stinky boy, save him quickly." He was going to detoxify Wu Sanren.

Zhang Wuji pulled Song Qingshu back, and said worriedly: "Let me do it, brother rest first."

Song Qingshu's internal strength was far from that of Zhang Wuji's, and he felt a little tired from detoxifying Wei Yixiao just now, and thinking that this was the moment to accumulate the goodwill of the Mingjiao people, he didn't bother, standing aside and watching Zhang Wuji's constant running around.He possesses the Nine Suns Divine Art, which has a miraculous effect on healing injuries. In addition, he has inherited Hu Qingniu's medical skills, and combined with acupuncture, he quickly expels the cold poison of Wu Sanren.

After all this, even though Zhang Wuji had deep internal energy, he felt a little tired. Song Qingshu walked over and let him lean on him. At this time, it was already dark, and all the Mingjiao disciples had dispersed, leaving only Yang Xiao and the others present.

"Wuji, go and rest in the classroom." Yin Tianzheng came over at this time, looking at Zhang Wuji lovingly.

"Grandpa." Zhang Wuji just called out lightly.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Song Qingshu hurriedly interrupted and said with a smile: "I'm already hungry, I don't know if everyone cares about the food."

Yang Xiao stretched out his hand sideways, and said with a smile, "Naturally, please, both young masters."

Song Qingshu pulled Zhang Wuji and walked inward, several people sat down around the table, because their internal injuries hadn't healed, so they didn't serve wine, Yang Xiao and the others said some words of gratitude, Zhang Wuji responded well.After dinner, sitting on a chair drinking tea, Zhang Wuji took out the suicide note he had obtained from Yang Dingtian's skeleton and handed it to everyone, then he got up and said, "Everyone discuss on your own, senior brother and I will go to rest first."

After finishing speaking, he and Song Qingshu came to the guest room arranged by the servants. Originally, two rooms were arranged, but Zhang Wuji insisted that he wanted Song Qingshu to comfort his frightened heart during the day, and he also said that he wanted to teach Song Qingshu the method of moving the universe. Sleeping in the same room as Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he was used to it at first, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he let Zhang Wuji in.Ordering the servant to bring water, Song Qingshu soaked his body comfortably in the hot water, feeling his pores stretched out.And Zhang Wuji, who was sitting by the table, looked at the looming figure on the screen, and felt a little heat rising up, he didn't dare to look any more, picked up the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp, barely suppressing his swelling desire.

Song Qingshu's hair was disheveled, the neckline of his obscene clothes was slightly open, revealing his pale complexion, his face turned redder after being steamed by the heat, the corners of his eyes were raised, and the corners of his mouth were raised, which made people feel happy at a glance.Although I have seen it many times, Zhang Wuji was still stunned for a while. Song Qingshu got into the bed, seeing that Zhang Wuji hadn't moved yet, he gave him a blank look, "I don't want to take a shower yet, I'm tired, I'll go to bed before you."

When Zhang Wuji came out of the shower and walked to the bed, Song Qingshu had already fallen asleep with his breathing calm.Zhang Wuji struggled for a while, but couldn't help reaching out and gently rubbing the soft pink lips with his fingers, his eyes gradually became dark.

Song Qingshu seemed to feel uncomfortable, turned his head slightly to the side, but realized that he didn't avoid it, subconsciously opened his lips to hold the thing, and sucked it reflexively, probably because he felt that it had no taste and couldn't help it. Keep pushing that thing outward with your tongue.

Zhang Wuji's breath was stagnant, he pulled out his fingers, narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his head and covered his lips, and at the same time pressed his hand on the back of Song Qingshu's neck, Song Qingshu, who was frowning, suddenly breathed more calmly.

Zhang Wuji skillfully licked Song Qingshu's lips, knocking open the gap between his lips, as fierce as attacking a city, licking every inch with the tip of his tongue, entangled his tender tongue and sucked deeply.He also skillfully untied Song Qingshu's belt, revealing his fair and slender body in front of Zhang Wuji.

Even though he has seen it many times and touched every inch of it, Zhang Wuji's eyes are still full of obsession, his hands slide over it with nostalgia, his lips stick to it and lick it, and soon blossoming red plums appear on it.Licking the two red beans so red and swollen, Zhang Wuji swallowed the pink thing curled up in the grass with his lips and tongue, piously pleasing him, until he finally swallowed Song Qingshu's thing without a drop.

Song Qingshu's red and swollen lips were imprinted on Song Qingshu's lips again, exchanging each other's breath wantonly, pulling over Song Qingshu's hand to cover the painful giant, and the calloused hand was driven to slide up and down, and the mouth kept murmuring: " Senior Brother...Senior Brother..."

The voice is full of love, and the eyes full of desire are full of affection, which is the expression that Song Qingshu can't see when he is awake.Until Zhang Wuji vented, hugged Song Qingshu, and breathed in his breath contentedly.

Skillfully cleaned the two people's bodies, and made the bed without leaving any traces. Finally, he took out a bottle of transparent milky liquid, carefully applied it on the traces left, and then gently massaged a cup of tea. time.Then, the body that had traces of lust returned to whiteness again, as if nothing happened before.

And Zhang Wuji looked at the disappearing mark with some pity, and his movements were extremely proficient, as if he had done it many times.After there were no omissions, Zhang Wuji embraced him, closed his eyes and rested.Song Qingshu didn't notice it at all, but habitually moved to a comfortable position in Zhang Wuji's arms, and fell asleep deeply.

In the house, the silence was restored again, as if nothing happened before.