Yitian's Clothes and Crowns

Just because of Song Qingshu's words, Zhang Wuji started a cold war with Song Qingshu with a blank face, he didn't talk to him, ignored him, and went to sleep in the next cubicle, completely ignoring Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu, who was completely confused, could only helplessly attribute this to the child's rebellious period.In order to solve the problem with Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu no longer went out to hang out with those Mingjiao disciples every day, but stayed in the room to help Zhang Wuji sort out the documents, deal with some simple documents by the way, and put away the tea and food from time to time. to him.

Looking at Song Qingshu taking care of him carefully, Zhang Wuji felt both bitter and sweet.He has been suppressing his feelings all this time, fearing that Song Qingshu will find out that he doesn't even have to be a brother. He is worried that Song Qingshu will leave him with contemptuous eyes when he finds out.So he didn't dare to let Song Qingshu find out, and suppressed it hard.

It's just that what Song Qingshu said that day made him suddenly realize that in Song Qingshu's heart he always had the idea of ​​marrying a wife and having children, and he didn't have himself in his life plan at all.Whenever he thinks of this, Zhang Wuji's heart hurts as if being tightly gripped by someone. He can't bear such a result. When he thinks of a woman lying in Song Qingshu's arms in the future, Zhang Wuji has a desire to destroy.

It's just how to make Song Qingshu accept him. No matter how smart Zhang Wuji is, he has no choice. He is reluctant to use tough methods, and he is also afraid that Song Qingshu will hate him.He didn't want his brother to be hurt, and he couldn't bear that the hurt was caused by him.

Song Qingshu's behavior in the past few days also made Zhang Wuji's heart gradually melt away because of the hostility that rose that day. After three days, he finally couldn't help Song Qingshu's deliberate flattery. When Song Qingshu brought a cup of tea over, he finally couldn't help reaching out to hug Grab his waist and bury his face in it.

Seeing that Zhang Wuji finally stopped rejecting people thousands of miles away, Song Qingshu heaved a sigh of relief, and stroked his head soothingly, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Wuji shook his head and said nothing.

In the afternoon, Song Qingshu was sitting under a tree in the courtyard, unconsciously chewing a grass in his mouth, with distress between his brows.Although Zhang Wuji did not ignore him these few days, Song Qingshu always felt that something was wrong. Zhang Wuji used to stick to him whenever he had free time, but now he was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that the child has grown up?Song Qingshu could only come up with this answer in the end, and he was a little disappointed.

"Brother Qingshu." A crisp and cheerful voice sounded, and Song Qingshu looked over, and saw Yang Buhui wearing a yellow shirt, who was at a certain age, and the clothes fluttered in front of him.

Yang Buhui sat down beside Song Qingshu, tilted his head and asked, "Brother Qingshu, are you unhappy?"

"Yeah, but I'm happy to see Xiao Buhui. Why haven't you come to see me these days?" Song Qingshu smiled.

Yang Buhui pouted, "It's dad who said you and brother Wuji are both busy, so don't let me disturb you."

Song Qingshu smiled self-deprecatingly, "Your brother Wuji is really busy, but I am not busy at all."

"Hey, why isn't Brother Wuji here?" Yang Buhui asked a little strangely.

"He is the leader now, so naturally he has a lot of things to do, so he can't be as busy as we are." Song Qingshu suddenly became agitated, stood up and said, "Go, let's leave him alone, go play with us."

"Okay, okay, let's go then." Yang Buhui happily followed Song Qingshu.

After the backs of Song Qingshu and Yang Buhui went away, a figure suddenly appeared under the empty tree, wearing a black robe, a belt embroidered with black patterns around his waist, and a cyan jade pendant hanging on it. He was indifferent, and there was a hint of hostility rising between his brows.

"Master, the brothers from the Shadow Camp have assembled." A black figure suddenly appeared behind the young man, knelt down on one knee and said respectfully.

Zhang Wuji didn't speak, picked up the grass that Song Qingshu had bitten just now, his indifferent expression suddenly became gentle, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

The young man who was kneeling on the ground didn't dare to look up until he heard these words and then disappeared in place along with Zhang Wuji.

Yang Buhui grew up in Guangmingding, and he is very familiar with this place. All the disciples of Mingjiao also know this daughter of Yang Zuoshi. In addition, although Yang Buhui is a bit mischievous but not unruly, all the disciples also like her very much. It's just that because of the difference between men and women, you can't be too presumptuous.

Along the way, Song Qingshu kept seeing teasing looks from acquaintances, and he naturally understood what it meant.It’s just that he can’t laugh or cry, not to mention that he is many years older than Yang Buhui, the experience he had when he was a child alone made him treat Yang Buhui like a younger sister, and there would be no love between men and women.

However, these gazes still made Song Qingshu a little helpless, and because he was worried that it might cause trouble to Yang Buhui, he gave up playing in the church and came to the mountain forest that day.

This time Song Qingshu still didn't have the Huozhangzi on him, but Yang Buhui did.Song Qingshu caught a pheasant, and the two sat under the tree to roast it.

"Brother Qingshu, why don't you carry fire pockets with you every time?" Yang Buhui suddenly asked, you must know that ordinary people in the Jianghu will keep fire pockets in the small pockets between their sleeves, just in case they are needed.

"Because..." Song Qingshu stopped, because Wuji would take it with him, so he didn't need it.

Thinking of this answer, Song Qingshu paused when he flipped the grilled chicken over. Instead of thinking about it, he continued with a smile, "Because you brought it."

Yang Buhui grinned a few words, "Brother Qingshu is really too lazy, brother Wuji must have worked hard to take care of you these few years."

Song Qingshu reached out and tapped her on the head, and said angrily: "Obviously I am taking care of that brat."

Yang Buhui was about to say something, Song Qingshu stuffed a chicken leg, "Eat quickly."

Song Qingshu gnawed the chicken leg slowly, feeling like chewing wax. It was indeed Zhang Wuji who had been taking care of him since he fell into the valley. At first it was because of his severe cold poison, and later it was because he practiced the Nine Suns Divine Art From food to clothing, Zhang Wuji prepared everything properly, and he didn't need to spend the slightest thought on it.

"Brother Qingshu, what kind of woman do you like?"

Song Qingshu woke up from his trance, and winked at Yang Buhui.It felt a little funny, but I really thought about it, and said jokingly: "Be gentler, be able to take care of others, be more powerful in martial arts, and of course, be more beautiful."

Yang Buhui frowned, dissatisfied: "The scope is too big, I need to explain in more detail, such as what is the face shape, whether the eyes are big or small, what kind of nose and mouth do you want?"

Song Qingshu couldn't help but pat her forehead with his hand, and squinted at her, "Could it be that you can find me what I want?"

Yang Buhui took his hand and said coquettishly: "Oh, brother Qingshu said that I can ask brother Wuji to help you find it. Brother Wuji is the leader of the sect, so he can definitely find it for you."

Song Qingshu paused for a moment, the smile on his face disappeared, his original good mood was gone, and he stood up, "I'm going back first."

Yang Buhui was left alone stomping his feet angrily.

As soon as Song Qingshu entered the courtyard, he saw a woman coming out of Zhang Wuji's study room. When the woman turned around, Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, but he saw that the woman was sixteen or seventeen years old, her complexion was as clear as jade, and she was more beautiful than ordinary women. White, with a straight nose, and a hint of sea blue in the eyes, she is extremely beautiful.She wore pearl flowers on her head, and a white ribbon hung down. Her jet-black hair was pure and charming, and her figure was even more slender. Her whole body was perfect.

"Young Master Song, I'm Xiao Zhao, and I'm the new servant girl to serve the leader." The woman stepped forward and said, her voice was soft and sweet.

Among the four women around Zhang Wuji in the original book, Song Qingshu likes Xiao Zhao the most.Zhao Mingui is the princess, although he has a deep affection for Zhang Wuji, but it is undeniable that his character is unruly, cruel and ruthless, which makes people respectful and insensitive.And although Zhou Zhiruo has a docile temperament, but under the influence of Emei Shitai, she obeys her master's words, and in the end, she hates Zhang Wuji because of her love, and becomes a demon after practicing the Nine Yin Manual. Although there are pitiful things, it is also because of her. Problems in character.As for Yin Li, she has an extreme personality, and her obsession with Zhang Wuji is all because of the bite in the Butterfly Valley when she was a child. In the end, she finally admitted that she fell in love with the Zeng A Niu who promised to love her only, not the flamboyant one. Zhang Wuji.

Only Xiao Zhao, with a gentle personality, would rather be a little maid by Zhang Wuji's side and take care of him.Even because Zhang Wuji did not poison Zhang Wuji against his mother's wishes, he was single-minded towards Zhang Wuji.It was not until the end that he went to Persia and left Zhang Wuji because of his mother Zishan Dragon King.

Song Qingshu took a deep look at her, "Then take good care of the leader."

"Yes." Xiao Zhao replied meekly.

Song Qingshu returned to the room and lay on the bed, feeling a little bored suddenly. The Mingjiao business had already started on the right track. Maybe it was time to go back to Wudang Mountain.

On Wudang Mountain, Song Qingshu sat up abruptly, forgetting such an important matter, hoping it will be too late.He got up and ran to Zhang Wuji's room, only to see Zhang Wuji standing with his back turned in front of the window, and a man in black knelt on one knee in the room.

Song Qingshu knew that the man was the shadow guard of the shadow camp recruited by Zhang Wuji privately, and he only obeyed Zhang Wuji's orders.Speaking of which, since Zhang Wuji became the leader, he has become more and more imposing, and the aura around him has also become colder and colder.

For Song Qingshu's behavior of coming in without knocking, the man kneeling on the ground seemed to have long been used to it, and automatically disappeared in place, leaving only Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji in the room.

"Wuji, I'm going back to Wudang Mountain, and I'm leaving right away." Song Qingshu said in a deep voice.

Zhang Wuji's face turned a little bit cold, "Brother, are you going to leave me?"

Song Qingshu shook his head, "No, it's just that you are the leader of Mingjiao now, so you can't leave at will. I feel that something happened in Wudang Mountain, and I'm very worried, so I want to rush there first. You should deal with the matter here before going there."

"Brother wait for me to go with you, okay?" Zhang Wuji's gloomy eyes softened.

"No, the Wudang faction will be in danger any later." Song Qingshu refused without hesitation.After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and said impatiently: "Stop talking, I'm leaving first."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Zhang Wuji stood in front of the window, quietly watching Song Qingshu leave the yard and completely disappear in front of him.He lowered his head, and in the shadow of the room, he couldn't see his expression clearly. His breath was as cold as ice, gloomy and trembling, but it made people feel like an abandoned animal, barely supporting himself proudly standing in the original place. The ground makes people have a kind of sadness of tears.