Yitian's Clothes and Crowns

Wei Bi seemed to have expected this problem a long time ago, without any surprise on his face, he took out a black round token from his sleeve, and placed it in front of Song Qingshu and the two of them. The token was engraved with a "seven" in seal script, and there were a few circles around it. Has a unique and intricate pattern.

"I stole this from Zha Yadu. He was still on my bed just before you came yesterday." Wei Bi said indifferently, as if he was talking about something unrelated to him.

"What's the use of this?" Song Qingshu picked up the token and asked carefully.

"There are only two tokens in the Seventh Prince's Mansion. One is in the hands of the Seventh Prince and the other is in the hands of Zha Yadu. It can be used to mobilize the guards in the mansion. I am usually favored in front of Zha Yadu. Mingjiao masters besieged the Seventh Prince’s Mansion, so when I took the token and called the guards away, those people didn’t suspect it. I saw from the outside that Master Zhang couldn’t attack with all his strength in order to protect Mr. Song, but my martial arts are not very good , so I can only pull you out from the roof." Wei Bi said back, smiling a little embarrassedly.This smile is a bit shy, but it seems to be his own nature, unlike the previous smile, which is a bit fake.

Song Qingshu nodded, and said with a faint smile, "No matter what, I still want to thank you for saving me."

Looking at Wei Bi's expectant eyes, the clear and moist eyes made Song Qingshu's impression of him much better. After thinking about it, he said: "After saving a few uncles, Wuji and I will go back to Wudang Mountain , you may go to Mingjiao later. If you want, you can follow us. As for after arriving at Mingjiao, you can stay if you want, or you can leave on your own. As for being our servant, you don’t have to. Wuji and I They are used to being independent, not used to being served by others.”

Wei Bi hurriedly stood up and said sincerely, "Thank you."

"It's okay, you can go back first." Song Qingshu nodded with a smile.

Wei Bi bowed to the two of them again, then turned and left.

"What do you think?" Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji and asked after Wei Bi's figure disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

"I can't see it for the time being, but if he really has a problem, it's good to keep him by your side. Besides, he saved you after all." Zhang Wuji shook his head and replied.

Song Qingshu nodded, although Wei Bi's reasoning just now was very good, his subsequent behavior was normal, and the gratitude in his eyes was also very sincere.But I still feel that Wei Bi is a little out of tune. This is more of an intuition, without any reason.But agreeing to let Wei Bi follow does not mean that he must stay by his and Zhang Wuji's side.Song Qingshu considered putting Wei Bi next to Wei Yixiao and the others, because of the old world, even if there was any problem with Wei Bi, under the supervision of Mingjiao disciples, there would be nothing to hide.

After this incident, Song Qingshu also reflected on himself. To be honest, since he learned the Nine Suns Divine Art and his martial arts soared, his mentality was a little impetuous. After that, he learned Taijiquan and sword in Wudang Mountain, which made him even more confident. swell.To put it nicely is self-confidence, but to put it bluntly, it is arrogance.

That's why he dragged Zhang Wuji and two people into the Seventh Prince's Mansion. He underestimated Zha Yadu's power and got hit by a Gu worm.Although maybe Zha Yadu would find a way to send Gu worms into his body if he didn't enter the Seventh Prince's Mansion, but it was better than sending Gu worms by himself.

As for what Wei Bi said, Song Qingshu didn't fully believe it, even though he had a severe stomachache yesterday in the Seventh Prince's Mansion, it would be scary to think about it now.But after the pain disappeared, there was no abnormality, and there is no abnormality in the body until today.So even though Song Qingshu asked Zhang Wuji to find a man, it didn't mean that he would lie on the bed immediately and be crushed, it was just a last choice.

Maybe when it really came to the last moment, Song Qingshu would comfort himself as if he had just been bitten by a dog, and that death would be better than life. Even if it was true, it would only be once a month, so it was no big deal.Of course, these are all Song Qingshu's self-consolation, although every time he thinks of this, the veins on his forehead twitch, and he gnashes his teeth, wishing to chop the culprit into eight sections.

"Brother, I'm going to discuss tonight's affairs with Yang Zuoshi and the others. You should rest well." Zhang Wuji stroked Song Qingshu's hair and said gently.

Song Qingshu gave an "um" and lay down on the table, looking at Zhang Wuji's leaving figure.Zhang Wuji's walking posture is very upright, his back is very straight, his figure is a standard inverted triangle, and he wears clothes like a standard hanger.Probably because he has been the leader of the Ming Cult and gave orders for a long time, he walks around with a natural momentum, which makes people unconsciously upset.

Song Qingshu suddenly remembered that when he was hugged by Zhang Wuji yesterday, he was tormented by the huge pain in his abdomen, and he seemed a little fragile. Leaning on the hard and broad chest, he felt extremely at ease, without any worries.For a moment, I hoped that I could rely on it forever, but then I woke up.

His fingers were scratching unconsciously on the table, he seemed to be becoming more and more dependent on Zhang Wuji.From the age of 15, his fate seemed to have turned a big corner, avoiding the trajectory in the original book, and was firmly tied to Zhang Wuji, together with Zhang Wuji, learned the Nine Suns Divine Art, and then returned to the Wudang Mountain, until now.

It turned out that both he and Zhang Wuji participated in each other's most important growth stage without knowing it, and they grew up together, and their relationship became deeper and deeper.In the process, he could no longer simply regard Zhang Wuji as a fictional character in a book, but a real person with flesh and blood.

As if in the blink of an eye, the chubby crying little boy had grown into a dependable man.Song Qingshu was a little proud and a little disappointed, but he immediately attributed it to his father's complicated mentality of watching the child grow up.

After sighing, Song Qingshu stood up and stretched his waist. He never wanted to come to this Mongolian metropolis again. After Zhang Wuji rescued his uncles, he should hurry back to Mount Wudang. It might be possible to force the Gu worms out of his body.

He didn't need to participate in the rescue operation at night, Song Qingshu went back to the room and lay down, closed his eyes for a long time but still didn't feel sleepy at all.Song Qingshu stared at the roof for a long time, finally sat up, crossed his legs, and practiced the Nine Suns Divine Art.

Yesterday in the Palace of the Seven Kings, Song Qingshu practiced the Nine Suns Divine Kungfu, which caused severe abdominal cramps and even vomited a mouthful of blood. After returning here, he did not practice the kung fu again.This time Song Qingshu slowly controlled a ray of internal force to advance slowly through the meridians, and he was even more cautious when passing through the dantian.The internal force circulated in the body, and the limbs and bones were extremely comfortable under the flow of true energy.

The corners of Song Qingshu's mouth raised slightly, and he didn't feel any discomfort. He calmed down and focused on speeding up the operation of internal force in the body.It didn't take long before Song Qingshu frowned, and as time went by, the frown became tighter and tighter, and finally he opened his eyes with a strange look of irritation.

He moved his butt uncomfortably, and finally stood up and walked a few steps.With the operation of the internal force just now, there was a sudden itching feeling from the backyard, and as the time of internal force operation increased, the feeling became more and more intense. In the end, Song Qingshu had no choice but to stop.

Song Qingshu walked around the room with an angry expression. The itching feeling in that secret place made him a little embarrassed. He reached out and scratched his hair irritably, picked up the herbal tea on the table and poured it into his mouth directly from the teapot.

"Bastard." Song Qingshu cursed in a low voice, and dropped the teapot on the ground, his eyes were a little red. By now, his body's reaction had already told him that what Wei Bi said was probably true.

Even with the mental preparations he had made before, it was still hard for Song Qingshu to accept this fact.

"Mr. Song, are you alright?" the person left by Zhang Wuji outside the door heard the sound inside, and asked gently on the door.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath and calmed down, "It's okay."

After a while, the itching there was much relieved, Song Qingshu opened the door and ordered the guards outside to bring wine.The wine was brought over soon, Song Qingshu closed the door, sat on the ground directly, raised the wine jar and poured it directly into his mouth, swallowing gulply.

Song Qingshu didn't drink very well, he got drunk very quickly, and leaned against the corner to get drunk.

When Zhang Wuji came back, he saw the broken teapot, wine jars all over the floor, a room full of alcohol, and Song Qingshu, who was drunk and hugged the wine jars.

Zhang Wuji walked over and knelt down in front of Song Qingshu, when he saw the tears in the corner of his eyes, he felt pain, and carefully picked him up and put him on the bed and covered him with a quilt.He closed the door and called the shadow guard for questioning. He heard no outsiders entered, and he didn't know what happened inside.He waved his hand to make the shadow guard retreat, leaned against the wall and thought for a long time before returning to the room.

Lying carefully on the bed, he hugged Song Qingshu in his arms. Although the person in his arms smelled a little bit of alcohol and smelled bad, Zhang Wuji didn't dislike him at all, he just hugged him as before.His chin rested on Song Qingshu's heart, and he rubbed it lightly, Zhang Wuji murmured in a low voice, "Senior Brother..."

There is pity, nostalgia, and a trace of unexplained expectation in the voice.

When Song Qingshu woke up again, it was already dark, and he had a headache from the hangover. He knocked his head with his hands and sat up leaning against the head of the bed. It took him a while to wake up.The room had been cleaned up, Song Qingshu got up and got out of bed, ordered his servants to bring in water, took a bath, and the food was already set on the table inside the room.

After Song Qingshu finished his meal, he jumped up to the roof and lay down, looking at the bright night sky above his head, letting go of his thoughts and not thinking about anything.Suddenly a person lay down next to him, Song Qingshu took a look, it was his father Song Yuanqiao.

Neither of them spoke, and Song Yuanqiao just sat beside him, which made Song Qingshu feel reliable and warm.Song Qingshu blinked away the heat in his eyes, rested his head on Song Yuanqiao's lap, and said in a muffled voice, "Father, I want to go home."

Song Yuanqiao gently patted Song Qingshu's back with his hands, comforting Song Qingshu who seemed like a bullied child, "Okay, dad will take you home tomorrow."

Suddenly the night sky in the northeast direction lit up, Song Qingshu sat up and watched, "That's the direction of Dadu, it seems that Wuji and the others should be on the move."

Song Yuanqiao sighed: "If the fifth brother and his wife know that Wuji is so good now, they will be so happy."

Song Qingshu looked at the bright sky in the distance and remained silent, many thoughts flashed through his mind.There shouldn't be any accidents this time, and the uncles should be fine.I just don’t know if Extinction will die like the original book, and if Zhou Zhiruo will have a spark with Zhang Wuji, maybe Zhao Min will be added.

Wrapping his hands around his legs, he lowered his head and buried it in his knees, this damn Gu, maybe he should comfort himself that the effect is only one year?Letting out a breath, Song Qingshu tilted his head to look at Song Yuanqiao, and said softly, "Father, I have something to tell you."

Turning his head without looking at Song Yuanqiao, Song Qingshu told all about the Gu worms on his body, not daring to see Song Yuanqiao's reaction, and lowered his gaze to the ground.