Song Qingshu of Destiny

Wei Bi and Song Qingshu left the valley and went to a nearby town.The reason for the two of them to leave the valley was obviously to investigate an emergency, but both of them seemed to have completely forgotten about it—they were just wandering around meaninglessly.

Song Qingshu was a little puzzled, but also a little wary.Wei Bi's mentality is not low, even if he wants to delay the time so as not to affect Zhang Wuji's plot, he should find some suitable reasons - so he dragged Song Qingshu to the market today, to the temple fair tomorrow, and to the brothel the day after tomorrow Watching the oiran dancing and drinking wine - he simply said, "We will return to Butterfly Valley after the plot is over".

Song Qingshu thought secretly, could it be that Wei Bi was testing him?Is there a flaw somewhere?Then he reflected on himself again, could it be that he was too clumsy, which made Song Qingshu so stupid in Wei Bi's heart, that he didn't even need to cover up?

Song Qingshu had countless thoughts turning and turning in his mind every day, but he smiled more and more innocently.Wei Bi's mood is quite comfortable, being with the person he likes, no matter what he does is comfortable... Moreover, reading Qingshu and laughing so happily, thinking about it is also very comfortable... Sure enough, the ancients did not deceive me, The IQ of people in love will drop.

But generally speaking, the world of the two is still very beautiful.Song Qingshu is well versed in the art of language, and Wei Bi's heart flutters at the side of his sweetheart, and he is caught with a lot of news without knowing it... Qingshu is very satisfied with this result, and the ignorant Wei Bi is also very satisfied...but finally Wei Bi still kept a bit of shrewdness, and didn't expose the small thoughts in his heart, otherwise Qing Shu might boil him on the spot.

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On Song Qingshu and Wei Bi's side, they are in a good state with a harmonious atmosphere, but on Butterfly Valley's side, turmoil is gradually rising.

First, Zhang Wuji suddenly fell asleep and woke up in the afternoon. When he was startled and suspicious, he discovered that Hu Qingniu stayed behind closed doors, claiming that he had smallpox.

Zhang Wuji felt that this day was really strange, and when his heart was not at peace, he suddenly heard the sound of hoofbeats coming from outside the valley, and after a while, he was outside the hut, and a person said loudly: "Wulin comrades , begging to see Mr. Hu, the Immortal Doctor, and begging him to heal his illness."

Zhang Wuji walked out of the bamboo hut, and saw a dark-faced man standing in the yard, holding three horses in his hands, one person lying on each of the two horses, his clothes were smeared with blood, it was obvious that he was seriously injured.A white cloth was tied on the man's head, and the cloth was also stained with blood. His right hand was hung around his neck with a bandage. It seemed that the injury was not serious.Zhang Wuji said: "It's a coincidence that everyone came here. Mr. Hu himself is sick and bedridden, so he can't serve you all. You should ask someone else to be wise!"

The man said: "We have traveled hundreds of miles, our lives are at stake, and we rely on the immortal doctors to save our lives." Zhang Wuji said: "Mr. Hu was infected with smallpox, and his condition is very serious. This is the truth, and we dare not deceive each other."

The man said: "The three of us have been seriously injured this time. If we don't have Diegu's medical immortal to rescue us, we will surely die. I will bother you little brother to report, and I will listen to Mr. Hu's orders." Zhang Wuji said: "In that case, may I ask your lord Last name."

The man said: "The three of us are insignificant names, so please say that we are the disciples of the head of Huashan School Xianyu." At this point, his body was shaking, and he couldn't hold it anymore, he opened his mouth suddenly and spurted out a big mouthful of blood .Zhang Wuji shuddered, recalling that in the past two years Hu Qingniu had vaguely mentioned that Huashan Sword School Xian Yutong was his great enemy, and he didn't know how he would deal with it this time.

Hu Qingniu naturally ignored it, after Zhang Wuji told the man, the man frowned, and was about to continue pleading, when a thin man on the horse's back suddenly raised his head, stretched out his hand, and saw golden light flashing, and there was a clap , a small hidden weapon hit the table in the middle of the thatched cottage.

The thin man said: "Take this golden flower and show it to the 'do not save', and say that the three of us were all injured by the owner of the golden flower. The man is now looking for his bad luck,' see If we don't save our lives, the three of us will stay here and help him defend against the enemy. Even if the three of us are not good at martial arts, there are always three more helpers."

Zhang Wuji approached the table, and saw that the hidden weapon was a plum blossom made of gold, about the size of a real plum blossom, with a stamen made of platinum silk, which was very delicately crafted.He stretched out his hand to grab it, but unexpectedly the skinny man's flick was so strong that the golden flower was embedded in the table, but he couldn't get it out. He had to take a pair of tweezers and pick it up a few times before taking it out, thinking: "This man's martial arts Not weak, but under the hands of Jin Hua's master, he was injured so badly, and if that person wants to seek revenge, Hu Yixian has to decide for himself." So with Jin Hua in his hand, he walked outside Hu Qingniu's house, and told the story of the skinny man. If the man said, he handed the golden flower into the curtain again.

Not long after, there was only a sound of "Bo", the golden flower pierced through the door curtain and was thrown out, and with a sound of "Dang", it fell to the ground. The surname Hu has absolutely nothing to do with it."

Zhang Wuji picked up the golden flower and was about to speak when he heard the clattering of hoofs outside the door and the rumble of cars.He walked outside the door, only to see a carriage coming outside the door in a blink of an eye, a young man with a light yellow skin stepped out of the seat, took out a bald old man from the car, and asked, "Is Mr. Hu, the doctor of Butterfly Valley, at home?" ? The holy hand of the Kongtong sect, Jialan Jianjie, traveled a long way to seek medical treatment..." Without saying the third sentence, he shook his body a few times, and fell to the ground together with the bald old man in his hand.Coincidentally, the two healthy horses pulling the cart were also exhausted, foaming at the mouth, and fell to their knees at the same time.Seeing the expressions of the two of them, without asking, one can tell that they have traveled a long way without any rest, so they are so exhausted.

When Zhang Wuji heard the words "under the Kongtong sect", he thought that among the people who killed his parents on Wudang Mountain, there were also elders from the Kongtong sect.Although the bald old man had never been to Wudang that day, he was not expected to be a good person, so he was about to refuse, when he suddenly saw shadows on the mountain road, and four or five people came, some limping, some supporting each other, all of them There are injuries.

Zhang Wuji frowned, and before the dry man approached, he said in a loud voice: "Mr. Hu has smallpox, and he cannot protect himself, so he cannot treat your injuries. Please find another famous doctor as soon as possible, so as not to delay the injury."

When the dry man got closer, he could clearly see that there were five of them. Their faces were as white as paper, and they had no blood at all, but there were no wounds or blood on their bodies. They all seemed to have suffered internal injuries.The leader was tall and fat, and nodded to the bald old man Jian Jie and the thin man throwing golden flowers. The three smiled wryly at each other. It turned out that the three groups of people were all acquaintances.Zhang Wuji became curious, and asked, "Are you all injured by the owner of the golden flower?" The fat man said, "That's right." The man who arrived first and sprayed blood asked, "What's your name, little brother? What is your name for Mr. Hu?" Zhang Wuji said, "I am Mr. Hu's patient, and I know Mr. Hu said he will die, so I am determined to die. It is useless for you to stay here." During the conversation, there were four more people one after another. When they arrived, some rode cars, some rode horses, and they all begged to see Hu Qingniu.

Zhang Wuji was surprised, but he didn't say any more.Seeing that it was getting late, some of the 14 people begged kindly, and some were silent, but they all refused to leave. Fourteen people crowded a thatched cottage.Zhang Wuji ignored them, and opened the medical book on his own, lit the oil lamp to read, thinking: "These people may have participated in killing my parents. I have learned Mr. Hu's medical skills, and I have to learn from him." The kung fu of 'doing nothing but dying'."

In the dead of night, there was no other sound in the hut except for Zhang Wuji flipping through the pages of the book and the wounded man panting heavily.Suddenly, the sound of two people's light footsteps came from the mountain road outside the house, walking slowly towards the hut.After a while, a clear girl's voice said: "Mother, there are lights in the house, and it's here." From the voice, the girl is very young.A woman's voice said: "Son, are you tired?" The girl said: "I'm not tired, mother, the doctor treats you, and you will not be in pain." The woman said: "Well, I don't know if the doctor will Willing to treat me." Zhang Wuji was shocked and thought, "I seem to have heard this woman's voice somewhere before."

Zhang Wuji had some guesses, so he walked to the door with a few steps, looked up, and shouted, "Aunt Ji, is that you? Are you injured too?" Under the moonlight, a woman in a blue shirt was seen carrying a small The girl is none other than Emei heroine Ji Xiaofu.

When Ji Xiaofu met Zhang Wuji on Wudang Mountain, he was not yet ten years old. At this time, almost five years later, Zhang Wuji had grown from a child to a teenager. They met suddenly in the dark and recognized him at all.Seeing this, Zhang Wuji said, "Aunt Ji, you don't recognize me? I am Zhang Wuji. On Wudang Mountain, on the day my parents passed away, I saw you once."

Ji Xiaofu exclaimed, never expected to see him here, remembering that she was unmarried but brought a daughter with her, Zhang Wuji is the nephew of her fiancé Yin Liting, although young, it is difficult to explain, I couldn't help being ashamed and embarrassed, and my face was flushed with swelling.She was seriously injured, she was startled, her body swayed, and she was about to fall.Her youngest daughter is only eight or nine years old. Seeing that her mother was about to fall, she hurriedly grabbed her arm with both hands, but she was weak. Seeing that both of them were about to fall, Zhang Wuji quickly supported Ji Xiaofu's shoulders and said, "Aunt Ji , please go in and rest for a while." Then he helped her into the thatched cottage.Under the lamplight, she saw that her left shoulder and arm had been severely wounded by the sword, and blood was still oozing from the bandages, and she could not stop coughing softly.

Zhang Wuji's medical skills are already very good at this time, he immediately took out the golden needles, and pierced Ji Xiaofu's acupuncture points in a blink of an eye, her seven main points belong to the Lung Meridian of Hand Taiyin, once the golden needles arrived, the pain of chest occlusion immediately Great reduction.Ji Xiaofu was both surprised and happy, and said: "My good boy, I never thought you would learn such a good skill here." Zhang Wuji just smiled and said nothing.

In fact, Zhang Wuji was also suspicious about Ji Xiaofu taking his daughter, but he had a pure mind and knew little about men and women, so he had no other thoughts.At this time, I saw Ji Xiaofu's daughter standing next to her mother, with picturesque features and big black eyes rolling around, leaning over to her mother's ear, and whispering: "Mother, is this child a doctor? Are you feeling better?" It was so cute, I couldn't help but look at it twice.

Ji Xiaofu blushed again when she heard the girl calling herself "mother". The matter had come to this point and she couldn't hide it. She looked very embarrassed and said in a low voice: "This is the elder brother of the Zhang family, his father is Mother's friend." Then he whispered to Zhang Wuji: "She... her name is 'Buhui'." After a pause, he added: "My surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Buhui!"

Zhang Wuji smiled and said: "Okay, little sister, your name is somewhat similar to mine, my name is Zhang Wuji, your name is Yang Buhui."

Zhang Wuji would never have imagined that he and Yang Buhui were not only similar in name... But within a few days, Yang Buhui would probably experience the pain of losing his mother at a young age...

Is it not the destiny of Wuji to bereavement and not regret the loss of mother?