Yitian's Clothes and Crowns

Zhang Wuji put his hand on Song Qingshu's wrist, although his pulse was a bit vain, but there was nothing wrong with it, he looked up and saw that Song Qingshu's brows were restless, but he didn't even look at himself.Zhang Wuji could only ask for help from Song's mother who was sitting on the side. Song's mother glanced at his awkward son, smiled and pulled Zhang Wuji aside, explained the situation in detail, and then left the two alone.

Zhang Wuji walked up to Song Qingshu and sat down, stretched out his hand and massaged Song Qingshu's sore and swollen calf with his inner strength.Although he is proficient in medical skills, he didn't know that pregnancy would be so hard. Seeing the faint fatigue and burnout between Song Qingshu's brows, he suddenly regretted it. Maybe, he should force the Gu worms out that day and take it himself. He is pregnant with a child, and the senior brother will definitely stay by his side.

Thinking of senior brother working so hard with his big belly, and being unable to be by his side after running around for the past two months, Zhang Wuji said with guilt and distress: "Senior brother, I'm sorry."

The soreness in the legs that had been massaged by Zhang Wuji combined with inner strength relieved a lot, and Song Qingshu's brows widened as he became more comfortable. Seeing Zhang Wuji was not so unpleasant. Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, he snorted softly, but didn't say anything.

Zhang Wuji's subordinates continued to press gently, suddenly Song Qingshu let out a muffled snort, Zhang Wuji hurriedly let go of his hand, and asked nervously: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Song Qingshu shook his head, and put Zhang Wuji's hand on his abdomen. Zhang Wuji felt the vibration coming from his hand, and suddenly he was dumbfounded, looking at Song Qingshu's abdomen in disbelief.

Seeing his stupid look, Song Qingshu burst out laughing, his brows and eyes slightly curved, his black bead-like pupils seemed to reflect the ink beads of the moonlight, refracting shimmering waves like glass, making Zhang Wuji look at him without blinking , eyes full of obsession.

Seen by such hot eyes, Song Qingshu unnaturally turned his head to one side, but his body gradually became hot.Zhang Wuji leaned down and kissed Song Qingshu's lips, not deeply, but just touching each other's lips, and a somewhat hoarse voice sounded out of lust, "Senior brother, is it okay?"

Song Qingshu didn't speak, but his tightly pressed lips opened slightly silently.Zhang Wuji paused for a moment, and then his eyes were full of surprise, the tip of his tongue rushed into the soft mouth with fiery passion, licked, picked up Song Qingshu, and walked towards the room.

The door slammed shut, and soon there was moaning and panting. Song Yuanqiao, who had just come back, was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know what it was like, so he finally sighed and turned to leave.

This time Zhang Wuji came back and still did not bring any good news, Xie Xun seemed to have disappeared without a trace.Song Qingshu originally thought that Zhang Wuji would leave like last time, but he didn't expect Zhang Wuji to decide not to go down the mountain, but to stay here to take care of him.

"Senior brother has worked so hard, and the next two months are very important and dangerous, so Wuji still stays here with senior brother. As for the adoptive father, if the disciples of the Mingjiao find traces, they will pass the news to him. I will go down the mountain to solve it." Zhang Wuji scooped up a bowl of soup and handed it to Song Qingshu, and said slowly.

Song Qingshu took it, unconsciously stirring it with the spoon in his hand, and frowned slightly. Although he knew that Xie Xun did not die in the original book, the world has changed a lot now, and he is not sure whether Xie Xun's fate has been changed.

Zhang Wuji thought that Song Qingshu was worried about Xie Xun's safety, so he held Song Qingshu's hand and comforted him: "Don't worry, senior brother, I have already ordered the disciples to send news as soon as they find the adoptive father. And there are also Yang Zuoshi and Fan You If you preside over the overall situation at Guangmingding, nothing will go wrong."

In fact, there is one thing that Zhang Wuji didn't say. When Xie Xun disappeared, Weibi who was originally staying at Guangmingding also disappeared.When they met Weibi in the capital of Mongolia that day, although Weibi helped them, and the reasons he said later were reasonable enough.But how could Zhang Wuji believe so easily, the reason why he didn't kill him was because he wanted to see what kind of conspiracy he had, so he handed him over to Yang Xiao for surveillance.

It's just that Wei Bi didn't make any changes in Mingjiao later, and Zhang Wuji was so focused on Song Qingshu at that time that he almost forgot that there was still this person. Until the news of Xie Xun's disappearance came, Zhang Wuji hurried to the sub-altar and saw Yang Xiao. Knowing that Wei Bi also disappeared together.

Wei Bi's ability to survive for so long in Zha Yadu's hands, and to quietly hide himself without any abnormalities in Guangmingding, and finally disappear under Yang Xiao's nose, is a testament to his ability.And the reason why Weibi fell into Zha Yadu's hands at the beginning was all because of that face similar to Song Qingshu.Although he concealed it very well and did not reveal the slightest malice towards Song Qingshu, it was precisely because he concealed it so well that Zhang Wuji became more suspicious.

If a person is tortured because he looks like another person, nine times out of ten he will hate that person.There is no hatred at all, there are only two possibilities, either this person is too kind to the Holy Mother, and the other is that this person is deep-minded, enough to control all emotions freely.

Zhang Wuji naturally does not believe that Wei Bi is the first type of person, so he does not believe that Wei Bi will not hate Song Qingshu. Although he does not know whether the disappearance of his adoptive father is really related to Wei Bi, but the disappearance of Wei Bi does make Zhang Wuji feel bad. premonition.Even though he knew that Song Qingshu was safe in Wudang Mountain, Zhang Wuji still wanted to stay with his brother and take care of him personally.

Seeing that Zhang Wuji had already made up his mind, Song Qingshu didn't say anything more. Although Song's mother took care of him on weekdays, he had to say that Zhang Wuji knew how to take better care of him.And even though he is a mother, some things are still inconvenient. Now that his belly is getting bigger and bigger, it takes a lot of effort to take a bath.

Zhang Wuji has been by Song Qingshu's side since he was ten years old, except that Song Qingshu took care of him in the first few years, and later he was the one who took care of Song Qingshu. He knows what Song Qingshu needs when he is better than anyone else, and knows how to serve Song Qingshu comfortably .

With Zhang Wuji around, Song's mother was much more relaxed. Seeing her son's brows relaxed, he no longer had the boredom of the previous period, and turned around Zhang Wuji's command, but Zhang Wuji didn't complain at all, and served Song Qingshu in a pitiful manner, just like the leader of Mingjiao. nothing.

Of the two children, Song's mother naturally cared more about her son. When she knew that her well-behaved son was suddenly pregnant, she couldn't accept it at first, and she was also very dissatisfied with Zhang Wuji.However, she prioritized the seriousness, her son was already pregnant and the fetus was gasping again, so naturally she couldn't stimulate him.So at that time, she could only put aside other emotions and comfort her son.

Later, I saw that Zhang Wuji really liked Song Qingshu. No matter how indifferent Song Qingshu was, Zhang Wuji would stay outside, and he was even more thoughtful in preparing meals. Only then did Song's mother slowly soften her heart, thinking of the child in Song Qingshu's stomach, and then slowly Accept Zhang Wuji.

Seeing the two of them like this now, he shook his head and left the yard, leaving them alone.

While massaging Song Qingshu's calf, Zhang Wuji looked at his senior brother who was eating pickled plums, and said, "Senior brother, this courtyard is not very convenient after all. I remember that there is another courtyard next to the courtyard where Grand Master retreated. Let's move there. That side is close to the back mountain, and there are usually no people there, so the brothers don’t have to be trapped in the yard all the time, and they can also walk in the woods when they are bored.”

Song Qingshu wiped his hands casually with a cloth. It is really uncomfortable to stay in the yard for several months, but his current appearance cannot be seen by too many people, and he is inconvenient to move, so he lives in his parents' yard for the convenience of his mother. take care of.But now that Zhang Wuji is back, he can leave naturally.

So Song Qingshu just thought about it for a while, and then nodded in agreement with Zhang Wuji's suggestion.Since the last time Miejue Shitai came, he ran out, and Song Yuanqiao read him for a long time after he came back. Later, he watched him even more closely, which made Song Qingshu depressed for a long time.

Afterwards, Zhang Wuji and Song Yuanqiao talked about this matter. Seeing that Song Qingshu agreed, Song Yuanqiao didn't object, and sent the two of them there while it was dark at night.

The two stayed alone in the back mountain, even the food was prepared by Zhang Wuji himself, and Song Yuanqiao and Song's mother often came over, seeing that Zhang Wuji took good care of Song Qingshu, they were very satisfied.

In this way, the peaceful days passed day by day, Song Qingshu's belly was getting bigger and bigger, and he was getting tired more and more easily.And as the weather got colder and colder, Song Qingshu, who had always been unafraid of the cold because of his deep internal strength, was extremely afraid of the cold this winter, wishing to curl up in bed every day.

If it was before, Zhang Wuji would definitely rely on his senior brother and even lie on the bed with him.But now Zhang Wuji knew it was impossible. Pregnant people must insist on walking every day, so that the future delivery will be smooth, so even though Song Qingshu didn't want to get up, Zhang Wuji still wrapped him in thick clothes, and then supported him. He moved slowly around the room.

Although Song Qingshu also knew that Zhang Wuji was doing it for his own good, but maybe it was because he was pregnant and his temper was easy to be irritable. Maybe it was because he felt like he had a ball in his belly and couldn't even sleep well, which made people irritable. Sometimes he slapped Zhang Wuji directly, or kicked him.

No matter what Song Qingshu did, Zhang Wuji still smiled and comforted him softly, but his movements were firm.But after Song Qingshu calmed down and felt a little guilty towards Zhang Wuji after venting, his attitude towards Zhang Wuji would be better at this time, and if Zhang Wuji took the opportunity to do some unruly actions, he would not refuse.

Of course Zhang Wuji was happy about this, in his opinion it was cuter for the temper tantrum of a gentle senior brother, and besides, the force did not hurt at all, not to mention the subsequent compensation made him happy.

When the weather is good, Zhang Wuji will also accompany Song Qingshu to walk in the nearby mountains and forests.Now that Song Qingshu is inconvenient, his daily martial arts practice has long been interrupted. In order to keep him from being bored, Zhang Wuji slowly demonstrates and explains to him the Taijiquan sword that Song Qingshu has never mastered. He disassembled the Qiankun Danuoyi mental method and explained it to him in detail.

Although Zhang Wuji had pointed out in this way before, as Zhang Wuji's martial arts improved, his understanding became deeper, and at the same time, he was able to express the meaning clearly in simpler words.Besides, this kind of thing is not something that you can understand after others explain it clearly. Every time Song Qingshu listens to it, although he doesn't fully understand it, he has some new ideas.

The days passed peacefully with some small twists and turns, and there was no news from Mingjiao.On this day, it finally cleared up. Song Qingshu was half lying on a soft chair under the porch, covered with a blanket, basking in the warmth of the sun, watching Zhang Wuji practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

Zhang Wuji was dressed in a black robe embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, with a slender figure and a handsome face.A wooden sword is in his hand, and he can turn freely between swings, dignified as a mountain but light as a feather.Tai Chi is a superior martial art that strikes slowly and fast, and brakes with stillness. Every move contains subtle and subtle changes of yin and yang.

Song Qingshu watched intently, but his eyes gradually shifted to Zhang Wuji's face. The light and shadow reflected his outline deeply and clearly, and a few strands of untight black long hair fell down, floating on his cheeks with his movements, like black The jewel-like eyes are cold and focused.The whole person is like a graceful cheetah, with a delicate appearance, but hides this powerful attack power.

Zhang Wuji drew his sword and stood, turned around to meet Song Qingshu's gaze, his expression suddenly softened, and he walked towards him with a smile in the corner of his eyes.Song Qingshu was in a daze for a moment, watching Zhang Wuji walk in step by step, as if entering his life like this.

Zhang Wuji could clearly see the fascination in his eyes, his face suddenly became more gentle, his eyes shone brilliantly, he approached and leaned over to give Song Qingshu a passionate and domineering kiss, and when he let go, Song Qingshu stared out of breath Glancing at him, Zhang Wuji sighed contentedly and hugged him directly on his lap, gently rubbing his chin against Song Qingshu's soft long hair.

Song Qingshu was lazy and didn't bother to struggle, leaning softly on the human flesh pad behind him, patted Zhang Wuji's restless hand on his waist, suddenly thought of a question, his face stiffened for a moment, turned his head, his face Looking at Zhang Wuji strangely, he said, "Where will the child come from?"

Zhang Wuji looked at him, a little puzzled, Song Qingshu's face darkened, and a few words popped out from his lips, "Did you think the child would come out of that place?"

Zhang Wuji asked stupidly, "Didn't it come from there?"

Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and growled, "Do you think a baby can come out of such a small place?"

Zhang Wuji hurriedly comforted the senior brother who was about to erupt, kissed him lightly on the forehead, looked into his eyes and said firmly: "Don't worry, senior brother, I will not let you have any trouble. The child rearing Gu originated from the Western Regions, and it was only passed down in the Middle Earth." There are very few records. However, I have already sent people to the Western Regions to investigate, and brought back a lot of information, which recorded in detail the situation after taking the child rearing Gu, as well as the production process."

Only then did Song Qingshu feel at ease, but when he thought that the child really came out of that place, he felt a little awkward. At the same time, he also felt that the chrysanthemum would really be lost at that time. Thinking of this, he shuddered, and then a burst of anger came up, directly He stretched out his hand and gave Zhang Wuji a slap in the face, stood up resentfully, walked towards the room with his waist supported.

Zhang Wuji had long been used to Song Qingshu's ups and downs during this period of time, so he leaned forward attentively and carefully supported him.Song Qingshu just gave him a blank look, but didn't struggle.

The day Song Qingshu gave birth was very cold, and half a month before the one-year period, Song Yuanqiao and Song's mother finally came to live directly. Except for Yin Liting who had to take care of Yang Buhui, Yu Lianzhou and the others spent most of their daytime They all gathered in this small courtyard.

It was night when the stomach ached. Song Qingshu fell into a drowsy sleep. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his abdomen. It was mild at first, and then it became more and more severe. He couldn't help moaning softly.And Zhang Wuji, who hadn't relaxed for the past few days, heard this slight voice, and immediately woke up. He saw the people around him frowning, their eyes were still closed tightly, and there was some pain on their faces.

Zhang Wuji quickly put his hand on Song Qingshu's wrist, then lifted the quilt and took off his pants to look at his lower body, he saw that the back acupoint was constantly wriggling and contracting, and liquid had already flowed out.Zhang Wuji's mind was stunned for a moment, and Song Qingshu, who had been awakened by the pain, opened his eyes and saw Zhang Wuji looking at his lower body stupidly, and raised his weak hand to hit Zhang Wuji's body.

The light force made Zhang Wuji wake up in an instant, he calmed down, and comforted Song Qingshu who was already sweating on his forehead, "Don't be afraid, senior brother, I'll go and wake up the uncle and the others."

Song Qingshu watched Zhang Wuji walk out in a panic, and suddenly felt a little funny.But then there was a pain in the lower body, Song Qingshu gritted his teeth, and tightly grasped the quilt under his body with both hands.

Song Yuanqiao had already woken up when Zhang Wuji's flustered footsteps approached, put on his coat and got up, he was a little flustered when he heard what Zhang Wuji said, but Mother Song was much calmer, and ordered Song Yuanqiao to boil water, and then entered the room with Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji had already calmed down at this moment, took off Song Qingshu's pants, spread his legs and bent up.Song Qingshu only felt that the back acupuncture point was wriggling and sticky liquid flowed out.

Because of Song Qingshu's special situation, he couldn't hire a midwife. Some time ago, Song's mother went to the mountain to find someone to study with. Now she held Song Qingshu's hand and asked him to inhale and exert strength.

The feeling of falling lower body made Song Qingshu extremely uncomfortable. He pushed down with all his strength, and his stomach hurt more and more, making him moan involuntarily. His jet-black hair was soaked in sweat, messily stuck to his forehead, and loosely draped over the pillow. On, the fingers tightened more and more, and the knuckles turned white.

"Qingshu, come on, work harder." Mother Song encouraged Song Qingshu by wiping the sweat off Song Qingshu's forehead with a cloth towel, holding his hand.

A drop of sweat dripped from Zhang Wuji's forehead, and he looked at Song Qingshu's lower body solemnly. It was not a place for childbirth, it was tight and narrow, and now it was only two fingers wide, which was far from enough for the child to come out.

The body was in severe pain, and Song Qingshu's eyes shed tears uncontrollably, feeling as if he was suffering. After five or six hours, Song Qingshu's face was pale, he gasped heavily, his body was limp and weak, and his groans gradually weakened.

Zhang Wuji trembled a little, the baby still hadn't come out, the birth canal was really too small.Even if Song Qingshu is a martial arts practitioner, it won't last long if this goes on, and adults and children will be in danger by then.

Zhang Wuji got up and took the ginseng piece and stuffed it into Song Qingshu's mouth for him to hold, kissed his sweaty forehead, looked at his slightly out-of-focus eyes, and said firmly: "Senior brother, I won't let you have trouble. "

After taking the dagger that had been boiled in boiling water, Zhang Wuji took a deep breath, and cruelly cut a hole at the entrance of Song Qingshu's back cave. Blood splashed out immediately, and Zhang Wuji said in a deep voice, "Brother, use your strength."

The severe pain caused Song Qingshu to yell out "Ah", subconsciously followed Zhang Wuji's voice and began to exert force, the posterior acupoint hurt so badly, as if someone had been torn in half from there.Song Qingshu was so exhausted that he almost wanted to give up, his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

Song's mother immediately realized that something was wrong with him. The strength of the hand that she had been holding so tightly had become weaker. She patted Song Qingshu's face with her hand in panic, and said with a choked voice, "Qingshu, don't sleep, good boy. Hold on, don't sleep..."

Cold sweat dripped from Zhang Wuji's forehead into his eyes. He knew he couldn't panic, so he pulled out the golden needle and stuck it in Song Qingshu's chest, while reaching out to push Song Qingshu's belly down.

Song Qingshu suddenly got up from the upper body in pain, and almost wanted to roll over with his stomach in his arms, but Song Yuanqiao, who had been prepared, fixed his upper body, and his clothes were already wet with sweat.

Zhang Wuji kept pushing down from both sides until the child's head was exposed, he was overjoyed, but his hands kept moving.Mother Song also saw it, and encouraged Song Qingshu in surprise, "Qingshu, come on, the child's head has come out."

Song Qingshu was refreshed when he heard this, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and squeezed down with Zhang Wuji's movements with all his strength.

In the end, Song Qingshu only heard the "wow" cry of the child, and he immediately relaxed, and fell asleep in the dark.

The moment he passed out, Zhang Wuji's eyes darkened and he almost fell backwards. In the end, Song Yuanqiao felt his pulse and said that he just passed out, so he settled down and began to treat the wound on Song Qingshu's lower body.

And the child with blood on his body was held in the arms of Song's mother. The child was very healthy and had a loud voice. Song's mother washed the child with warm water, wrapped it in a soft cloth and handed it to him, who couldn't close his eyes. mouth Song Yuanqiao.

Because of Song Qingshu's current situation, Zhang Wuji must not be able to concentrate on taking care of the child, and Song's mother was worried, so he asked Song Yuanqiao to carry the child to his room.Song Yuanqiao hugged his newly-baked grandson, and as soon as he went out, he saw a figure standing at the door. Before he could react, the child in his hand was already in the other's arms.

Song Yuanqiao was startled suddenly, the man had already arrived in front of him, and only then did he realize that it was the master who was in seclusion. He put down his heart and said respectfully, "Master."

Zhang Sanfeng held the child carefully, with joy on his face, looked around the room, and asked, "Is Qingshu okay?"

Although Song Yuanqiao wondered why the master knew that the child was born to Qing Shu, he didn't ask, and just told Song Qing Shu's situation.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, and returned the child to Song Yuanqiao, leaving a sentence to come back tomorrow before turning and leaving.