Yitian's Clothes and Crowns

What Zhang Sanfeng practiced in his early years was only one-third of the Nine Suns Manual, and with this one-third he was able to reach his later heights, making him No. 1 in the martial arts world, which shows Zhang Sanfeng's talent in martial arts.After Zhang Wuji found the Nine Suns Manual, Zhang Sanfeng continued to practice according to the complete Nine Suns Manual, and his martial arts reached a terrifying level.

When Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu returned after ten years, although Zhang Sanfeng had a ruddy complexion, his hair and beard were all white.But this time, Zhang Sanfeng's hair is still silvery white at the tip, but black at the root, and his face is even more rosy, showing faint symptoms of rejuvenation.

Song Qingshu thought of the legend about Zhang Sanfeng's ascension to immortality, although he didn't know if it was true, but judging by Zhang Sanfeng's spirit, it would not be surprising to live another 50 years.If you really find out a way to practice the Nine Yin Manual, although you may not be able to ascend to immortality, it should be possible to increase your lifespan.

Zhang Sanfeng is the founder of the Wudang School, and he is also the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts. It can be said that as long as he is there, he is equivalent to a mountain.

After leaving Zhang Sanfeng's place, the two went to Song Yuanqiao's place, where the other master uncles had gathered there when they heard the news of their return.Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting had already fully recovered, and their martial arts were not seriously affected, and they happily made a few tricks with Zhang Wuji, but of course the result was a big blow.

Song Yuanqiao pulled Song Qingshu to a corner, and made a few indirect remarks about the current state of the two of them. Song Qingshu was embarrassed, and said something casually to change the topic.Song Yuanqiao saw that he didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't force it. Besides, it didn't feel natural for him to ask about his son's intercourse.But seeing that the relationship between Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji was not unfamiliar, Song Yuanqiao felt a little complicated, and didn't know whether to be more happy or worried.

In the days that followed, Zhang Wuji dealt with affairs from Mingjiao every day, and discussed the Nine Yin Manual with Zhang Sanfeng in his spare time, and Song Qingshu sometimes listened to it and expressed his opinions.

In addition, Song Qingshu also followed Song Yuanqiao and others to learn "Zhenwu Seven-section Formation". This martial art was created by Zhang Sanfeng in his early years. There are subtleties, but if the two work together, they will complement each other, have both offense and defense, and greatly increase their power.If three people are at the same time, the power will be twice as powerful as the two.For each additional person, the power will increase by one point.

In the early years, the Seven Heroes of Wudang became famous all over the world, relying on this set of martial arts, no matter how powerful the enemy is, a few people teaming up is enough to defeat the enemy.It's a pity that after Zhang Cuishan's death, the formation lost one person, and the three generations of disciples under it were too weak to keep up with Song Yuanqiao and the others. Now that Song Qingshu joined, it can be regarded as filling the vacancy in the formation.

Song Qingshu, who had already learned almost the same martial arts of the Wudang School, did not spend too much energy in learning this set of martial arts. After practicing with the Six Heroes of Wudang a few times, it's almost done.

At the beginning, for some reason, Zhang Wuji watched Song Qingshu attentively while he was practicing, and he was relieved when he found that Song Qingshu was able to do a job with ease and would not be very tired.

After mastering the "Zhenwu Seven-section Formation" proficiently, Song Qingshu resumed his leisurely life every day, wandering around the Wudang School every day, giving pointers to the three generations of disciples, enjoying the adoring eyes of the disciples, and having a good time. cheerful.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Wuji didn't follow him all day anymore.After all, Zhang Wuji is the leader of Mingjiao. He was supposed to preside over the overall situation at Guangmingding, but he stayed in Wudang Mountain because of Song Qingshu. Things still needed to be dealt with by Zhang Wuji.

Wei Yixiao and the others had already returned to Guangmingding, and Xie Xun followed suit.However, the shadow guard originally selected by Zhang Wuji has already arrived at Wudang Mountain, following Zhang Wuji's orders.The carrier pigeons kept going back and forth every day, and when something important happened, the shadow guard would deliver the news in person.As for Wu Mu's suicide note, Wei Yixiao and others took it with them, as for who to give it to, it was discussed by Yang Xiao and the others.

As for the Nine Yin Scriptures, there has been no progress yet. After discussing with Zhang Wuji for a few days, Zhang Sanfeng probably had some idea, and then announced the retreat, unless there is a major event, he should not be disturbed.

After a month like this, Song Qingshu lived happily every day. The only dissatisfaction was that his belly was getting bigger. Fortunately, the clothes and robes were looser at this time, so outsiders couldn't tell.

After washing up, Song Qingshu touched his protruding belly, and began to seriously consider the issue of strengthening exercise from tomorrow, otherwise his figure would be really horrible.When Zhang Wuji came out after taking a bath, he saw Song Qingshu staring at his slightly protruding belly with a serious face, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Starting tomorrow, get rid of the belly." When Zhang Wuji was nervous, Song Qingshu suddenly raised his head and said solemnly.

Zhang Wuji put his heart down again, but when he heard Song Qingshu's words, he couldn't help but feel a little weird. He sat on the bed, hugged Song Qingshu in his arms, and gently stroked his protruding belly, hesitating whether he should tell his brother about the matter. clear.In a month or two, the reaction will be even more obvious, and I can't hide it even if I want to.

However, Zhang Wuji was also worried about Song Qingshu's reaction. After all, senior brother is a man, so it would be difficult for him to accept this kind of thing, and the senior brother's reaction would be totally unpredictable.No matter how smart Zhang Wuji was, no matter how good his martial arts were, he still didn't know what to do in this matter, and he was hesitant all the time.

Song Qingshu felt very comfortable as Zhang Wuji's big warm hands touched his stomach. Finally, his interest was aroused, and he directly put Zhang Wuji's hand on his lower abdomen downwards, and placed it on his slightly erect avatar. He was not embarrassed to ask Zhang Wuji to serve him.

Zhang Wuji was naturally happy, he moved his hands skillfully, and his lips ravaged Song Qingshu's neck unceremoniously, the clothes of the two were quickly thrown off, their bodies entangled with each other, moaning and panting followed.

With Zhang Wuji around, Song Qingshu's exercise plan was naturally impossible.And these days, he also feels that he is getting more and more tired and lazy. He always yawns every day, and always feels that he doesn't get enough sleep. Song Yuanqiao even hinted a few times to let him and Zhang Wuji be more restrained. Obviously, this father wants to be crooked. up.

The first time Song Yuanqiao pulled him to the corner to talk, Song Qingshu's eyes widened in surprise, and the drowsiness disappeared suddenly, but he couldn't explain it, so he could only nod with a wry smile.But Zhang Wuji saw him like this, dragged him to lie on the bed, and only got up to deal with things when he fell asleep.

Zhang Wuji also specifically ordered Yang Xiao to find a cook to bring it over. Song Qingshu was full of praise for his food. He ate, slept, and ate every day. In the end, he could only look at his protruding belly and sigh, and then, under Zhang Wuji's pampering, Keep eating, keep sleeping.

The days passed happily. On this day, Song Qingshu came to Yin Liting's residence.When he entered the door, he happened to see the two of them in the courtyard, Yang Buhui sitting on a chair, Yin Liting embraced Yang Buhui from behind, folded his hands on her abdomen, and whispered in her ear, Yang Buhui's face was full of tears. It's a happy smile.

Seeing this beautiful scene, Song Qingshu paused for a moment, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and called out, "Sixth Uncle, Sixth Aunt."

Yin Liting hurriedly let go of Yang Buhui, and greeted him: "Qing Shu is here, sit down."

Song Qingshu poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said with a smile, "I heard that Aunt Six is ​​pregnant, so I'll come over to have a look."

Yesterday, Yang Buhui suddenly fainted. After being diagnosed by the doctor, he found out that it was a happy pulse. It had been three months. Yin Liting was overjoyed, because it was already late at that time, so he only asked Xiao Tong to inform Song Yuanqiao and others, and Song Qingshu went to bed early, and in the morning I just found out the news and came over after breakfast.

Yang Buhui is now dressed as a young woman, and with the addition of Youxi, she exudes a kind of maternal brilliance, and her delicate face is even more eye-catching.Yin Liting's face was also full of smiles, and his eyes were always on Yang Buhui. Yang Buhui felt a little embarrassed because Song Qingshu was here, and gave Yin Liting a coquettish look. Song Qingshu started talking.

Seeing the two of them like this, Song Qingshu felt like he was a light bulb, and was considering whether to leave, when a boy came in and reported that it was Song Yuanqiao who asked Yin Liting to go.

Yin Liting stood up and ordered: "Qing Shu, don't leave yet, help me take care of your sixth aunt, I'll be back soon."

Song Qingshu nodded, and after Yin Liting left, he glanced at Yang Buhui's stomach, it wasn't obvious for three months.He and Yang Buhui were used to doing things casually, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his actions, and even wanted to reach out to touch them. Finally, he thought that if Yin Liting found out, the consequences would be dire, so he had to give up with some pity.

Yang Buhui looked at him with great interest, thought of Zhang Wuji's feelings for him, and asked hesitantly: "Qingshu, is there a girl you like?"

Song Qingshu's face froze imperceptibly for a moment, then recovered, and said with a smile: "A man as outstanding as me, I don't know where is the woman who is worthy of me?"

While talking, he raised his eyebrows, making Yang Buhui laugh out loud, and jokingly said: "Wuji is also very good, I guess you can't find a girl who is worthy in this world, why don't you two make a team?" Let's pile it up."

Song Qingshu's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything.Among the members of the Wudang faction, only Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao knew about the matter between him and Zhang Wuji, Yin Liting didn't know about it, Yang Buhui didn't even know about it, and after she married Yin Liting, she couldn't be as carefree as before.After Song Qingshu came back this time, the two didn't spend much time together, so they didn't discover the relationship between Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji.

"Sixth Aunt, you fainted last night, did you have a hard pregnancy? Are you okay?" Song Qingshu looked at her worriedly.

Yang Buhui shook his head, "It's just that I don't have much appetite."

Song Qingshu recruited the little boy, gave some instructions, and said to Yang Buhui with a smile: "I have a cook from Wuji over there, the food is delicious, maybe you can eat more."

Although Yang Buhui felt that he didn't have much appetite, he didn't refuse Song Qingshu's kindness, and now that he had a child, he naturally needed nutrition, so he always had to eat.

"Qing Shu, do you like children very much?" Yang Buhui asked.

Song Qingshu nodded. He was an orphan in his previous life, and what he wanted most was to have a family and a child, but he died early in that life.But now, the entanglement with Zhang Wuji is inextricable. Since he is with Zhang Wuji, he will not betray Wuji, and naturally he will not have a child.

But Song Qingshu also knows that people should not be too greedy, this life is picked up, he has father, mother, grand master, and several uncles, and Zhang Wuji is a whole-hearted lover. Besides, everything is almost perfect.

Seeing him nodding, Yang Buhui could only sigh secretly, thinking that Zhang Wuji must be hopeless.

At this time, the little boy came in with a food box, put the plate on the table and set it up, Song Qingshu handed the bowl and chopsticks to Yang Buhui, "Hurry up and eat, that cook's skills are very good."

Yang Buhui, who had no appetite at first, smelled the fragrance and suddenly felt an appetite. He picked up the chopsticks and tasted it tentatively. The delicious taste made her eyes light up.Seeing this, Song Qingshu knew that she liked it, so he smiled and pushed the rest of the dishes over.

In the end, Yang Buhui ate a large bowl of rice, and ate most of the vegetables, and also drank a large bowl of crucian carp soup, until his stomach felt a little full before he stopped.Song Qingshu could only help her to walk slowly in the yard, and said: "If you like it, I will send it over every day from now on."

Although married to Yin Liting and became Song Qingshu's sixth aunt in terms of identity, Yang Buhui still regarded Song Qingshu as his own brother, so naturally he would not be polite to him, and since it was related to the child in his womb, he was not in the slightest. Nodding hesitantly.

At this time, an old man with a suitcase on his shoulder came in. This man was a doctor who lived in the Wudang School all the year round. After all, the disciples of the Wudang School would sometimes get sick, so naturally these ordinary doctors were needed.It is said that all his family members were killed by Mongolian soldiers, and he was the only one who was rescued by Mo Shenggu who happened to pass by, and then followed Mo Shenggu to Wudang Mountain. It has been seven or eight years.There are still a few ordinary doctors like this, but some of them have family members with them.

The doctor greeted Song Qingshu and the two, put the medicine box on the table, saw the little boy packing up the food, the old doctor glanced casually, and shouted in surprise: "Wait!"

Song Qingshu supported Yang Buhui to lean over, not knowing what went wrong.The doctor poked a few times in the dish with his chopsticks, scooped up another spoonful of soup, sniffed it with the tip of his nose, and finally wiped his hands with a cloth towel.

"Is there anything wrong with these foods?" Song Qingshu asked worriedly, if something went wrong because of him, it would be terrible.

Yang Buhui also looked at him nervously, subconsciously clutching his stomach.

The old doctor waved his hand, "Don't be nervous, it's fine."

Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, a little dumbfounded, it's nothing, why are you watching for so long, old man?

"Then what were you looking at just now?" Yang Buhui felt relieved and asked curiously.

The old doctor motioned Yang Buhui to sit down, put his fingers on his and her wrists, and said slowly: "Originally, I came today, in addition to checking the pulse of my wife, I also prepared a few prescriptions for anti-birth medicine. But looking at it now Madam Lai doesn’t need it anymore, those few dishes just now are much better than what I have.”

Yang Buhui was stunned for a moment, he just thought that the cook knew that he was pregnant so he made the anti-pregnancy medicinal diet, he thought in his heart that the cook was a caring person, and he didn't think about anything else.

Song Qingshu's face, who was standing by the side, became a little weird. In the end, he didn't hear what the doctor said. It wasn't until Yang Buhui shook his hand and yelled a few words that he came back to his senses.

"Qing Shu, I called you several times and you didn't respond, are you feeling unwell? Your face is so ugly, do you want the doctor to show you?" Yang Buhui looked at him worriedly.

"No need, I'll go back first." Song Qingshu refused.

After leaving the yard, he walked towards his and Zhang Wuji's yard in a daze. Halfway through, Song Qingshu stopped suddenly, turned around and walked down the mountain. On the way, he took a hat and put it on his head to cover his face.

Just now the doctor said that those are all medicinal food for anti-pregnancy, Song Qingshu only felt a sudden thought at that time, thinking that he often eats these things these days, if it is once or twice, it is fine, but it is very abnormal to eat frequently.Coupled with the lethargy these days and the protruding belly, an idea quickly appeared in Song Qingshu's mind, and it became clearer and clearer.

It was only because it was so unbelievable that Song Qingshu couldn't be sure and couldn't believe it.

The pictures of the past few days flashed in his mind one by one, making Song Qingshu more and more suspicious. He thought the vomiting on the boat was seasick, but now that he thinks about it, it is another symptom; Zhang Wuji often asks him to The soup and medicine that he drank, because he was not feeling well at the time, thought that Zhang Wuji was just helping him recuperate his body, so he didn't think much about it, but thinking about it now, it became more and more suspicious.

Unconsciously put his hand on his abdomen, the bulge could be clearly felt here, Song Qingshu's heart became more and more complicated.

There are also many small towns near Wudang Mountain. Because it is not far from the Wudang faction, Mongolian soldiers seldom come here, so the people here live fairly well. In recent years, with the brutality of the Tartar soldiers, more and more people have migrated to Settle down here.

Song Qingshu found a relatively large medical clinic and went in, sat down in front of an old doctor with white hair and beard, the doctor put his hand on it, and said: "Shuamai, but it's strange, why is it a man's pulse?"

Song Qingshu was completely stunned when he heard the word Huamai. Although he was not proficient in medical skills, he was still very clear about the meaning of the word Huamai.

Suddenly, he leaned back, avoiding the outstretched hand.The old doctor on the opposite side smiled awkwardly, Song Qingshu didn't bother to argue with him, directly threw a silver coin on the table, and said coldly: "Don't talk too much, or you will be careful of your old life."

Although the doctor was curious, but in this troubled world, life is more important, so he put away the silver ingot and nodded repeatedly.

All the way back to Wudang Mountain in a daze, Song Qingshu sat on the bed in a daze, with his hands on his lower abdomen.Here, is there really a child?

Song Qingshu's heart was very complicated, and he couldn't tell what it was like.Although he would love to have a child of his own blood, that doesn't mean he wants to conceive a child himself.He had been a man in his two lifetimes, never thought that this day would come, and it was really unacceptable for a while.

Zhang Wuji is proficient in medical skills, so he should have known it a long time ago. Did he not tell him because he was afraid that he would not accept it?Wuji, he should like this child very much, that's why he arranged everything well.

Thinking that he patted his stomach several times because of his small belly, and then said he wanted to exercise, Zhang Wuji must have been very distressed at the time. Thinking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing.

Although it is still somewhat unacceptable for a grown man to be pregnant with a child, if he is asked to abort the child, Song Qingshu is reluctant to think about it.

Just, why is he pregnant?He is very convinced that his body is normal, he is a normal big man, he does not have the ability to conceive, and Zhang Wuji does not have any special ability to make a man pregnant.So, the only surprise was that strange Gu worm.

Thinking of this Gu worm, coupled with the series of things that followed, and his current state, Song Qingshu's expression gradually became a little ugly. He stood up and walked to the house that was originally planned for Zhang Wuji, because Zhang Wuji lived with him. Together, so the house was used as a study.

There were still some processed documents on the table. Song Qingshu rummaged through the boxes to find them, but he still couldn't find the two medical and poison classics.He remembered that Zhang Wuji was placed in this room back then, but now he couldn't find it.It's just that this made Song Qingshu even more suspicious, and he kicked the stool away from his feet a little annoyed, and flew directly to the wall, making a "bang" sound.

Song Qingshu paused for a moment, walked to the wall, and knocked on the place where the stool hit just now, and it was indeed empty.I checked carefully by the wall, but found no mechanism.Song Qingshu impatiently took the dagger hanging on the wall, channeled his internal energy into it, and directly cut the hollow wall into a square, took off the bricks, and took out the things wrapped in black cloth inside.

When I opened it, I saw that it was those two books.In the past, Song Qingshu was not interested in medical skills, and he was stimulated by Zhang Wuji's talent at that time. He only wanted to not be left behind by Zhang Wuji, and devoted all his thoughts to practicing martial arts. He even didn't read these two books.

Quickly flipped through ten lines at a glance, and finally stopped when he turned to the strange things and strange aspirations recorded at the back of the Poison Sutra, his hands trembling uncontrollably, Song Qingshu stared at those few lines: Child rearing Gu, Western Regions Strange Gu, I don't know how to cultivate it.A man who took Child-Yearing Gu had a strange pulse condition, showing a pseudo slippery pulse, and an inch-long red line appeared on the abdomen.Take three qian of mugwort leaves, seven qian of perilla, ten qian of ramie root, eight thousand of rhizoma coptis, boil three bowls of water and take one bowl to drive out Gu worms.If you have intercourse with humans within seven days, the beaded fetus will be darkened, and the Gu worms will need to be irrigated with semen, at least once a month, and a baby will be born after a year.If a woman takes it, she will die within a day.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes to hide the anger in his eyes, took a deep breath, stood up and walked outside, holding the scroll tightly in his hand.

When they came to Song Yuanqiao's residence, Zhang Wuji's deep voice could be heard from a distance.The sun is very strong today, it is noon, and it is obviously a warm climate, but Song Qingshu suddenly feels a little cold.

He walked in with a blank face, and watched Zhang Wuji calmly talking to Song Yuanqiao and the others. That face was obviously the one he had watched growing up, and it was obviously still the same, and it obviously hadn't changed.However, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a little strange.

"Senior Brother, I heard from Sixth Aunt that you went down the mountain, and you're coming back so soon..." Zhang Wuji spotted Song Qingshu immediately, his expression softened instantly, and he walked towards this side while talking.

"Pa——" Song Qingshu slapped him fiercely. This palm was full of anger and showed no mercy. It knocked Zhang Wuji's head off, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Song Yuanqiao and the others immediately looked at each other in dismay. The little boy who was waiting beside him exclaimed, and then backed away covering his mouth.

"Brother..." Zhang Wuji swallowed the sweet blood in his mouth, and grabbed Song Qingshu's hand in a panic.

"Don't call me senior brother." Song Qingshu took a step back to avoid Zhang Wuji's hand, and smashed the scroll in his hand on Zhang Wuji's face, his voice was a little hoarse, and there was undisguised anger in his eyes, "Okay, you've grown up now , What I teach you, you remember very well, and you can use it even better."

"Senior brother, I was wrong, please forgive me..." Zhang Wuji knew that Song Qingshu already knew it when he saw the scroll, he didn't care about the scattered pages of the book, looked at Song Qingshu with pleading eyes, and tightly held his sleeves .

"Forgive..." Song Qingshu murmured softly, waved his hand away, took a few steps back, and said, "Do you regard me as a senior brother? The things I taught you, these methods, are they for you to use on me?" ?"

Song Qingshu's voice became louder and louder, and finally roared out. He took a short breath, his heart was beating fast, and suddenly the world spun, the person in front of him became more and more blurred, and he fell down softly.