[Yi Tian Tongren] Fighting for life

Normally, the three of them should have a good night's sleep when they go back at night, but Zhang Wuji happened to have an attack at this time, wrapped in two quilts and shivering, but forced a smile to comfort Song Qingshu and Yin Li that they were fine.The matter of going to Kunlun is imminent, and Yin Li does not intend to delay the matter of Quanfu Villa any longer. After thinking about it, it is better to save the confrontation, so as not to be followed by a group of people.She did it as soon as she thought of it, and wrote the big-character poster that night. After finishing writing, she casually rolled up a scroll and said to Song Qing, "Song Shaoxia help me deliver this to Quanfu Villa at night, and nail it on their gate so that passers-by can't ignore the most important thing." good."

Song Qingshu took the rice paper and unfolded it, only to see that it said: "All the family members who died in Quanfu Mountain Villa were killed by Yin Li. You will not be able to seek justice from the Tianying Sect. I will not be under the control of the Tianying Sect! I want revenge." Just come to Butterfly Valley to find me! —— Yin Li"

Looking at the unremarkable font, Song Qingshu seemed to be able to feel a rush of teeth and claws rushing towards his face.He thought about the already empty Butterfly Valley, rolled up the rice paper without saying anything, went back to his room, changed into black clothes, and jumped out of the window.

Yin Li gave Zhang Wuji an injection, fed him medicine, and saw that his pulse became slippery and strange, so he didn't dare to go back to his room to sleep, so he fell asleep on his stomach by the table in his room.Song Qingshu came into Zhang Wuji's room to see him before dawn on the second day, and seeing Yin Li sleeping in the room with her own not-so-thick coat on, he lowered his eyes and almost looked at him. He lowered his head slightly.Sometimes he felt that Yin Li paid close attention to and cared for Zhang Wuji almost to the point of meticulousness, but there was nothing wrong with that, since they were cousins ​​and a doctor-patient relationship, no matter how much Yin Li cared about Zhang Wuji, he had to be good.Song Qingshu knew it in his heart, but he didn't think he was more happy.

Song Qingshu stood by the door in the early morning for a moment, and the cool breeze came in through the crack of the door, hitting him continuously until he felt Zhang Wuji wake up and turn around.Song Qingshu raised his eyes and saw Zhang Wuji looking at him with pure and unblemished eyes. He paused for a while, then turned into a gentle smile the same as usual, walked over, sat by his bedside and asked in a low voice: "How is today, better?" without?"

Zhang Wuji nodded, and said in a low voice, "It's much better."

"When you feel better, get up and have breakfast, and we'll leave after you've performed the Nine Sun Kung Fu once." Song Qingshu warned, seeing that Zhang Wuji obediently complied, he got up and walked to Yin Li's side, stretched out his hand to push her, while Said: "Get up, Miss Yin."

Yin Li snorted nasally, and hit the back of Song Qingshu's hand before he could take it back, pushed his hand away a little, and then let it go.It was always difficult for her to scream. In the past, Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had to wait for her for at least a quarter of an hour. At this moment, Yin Li didn't raise his head or open his eyes. He obviously fell asleep again in a blink of an eye, or maybe he didn't at all just now. did not wake up.Song Qingshu blushed slightly and withdrew his hand.

Worried about being discovered, he tilted his head indistinctly, seeing that Zhang Wuji was putting on his clothes and didn't notice him, Song Qingshu felt that he wasn't so flustered.He coughed lightly, then raised his voice and called Yin Li, and Yin Li opened his eyes in a daze.She looked at Song Qingshu for a moment without blinking, and finally turned her head slowly to look at the sky outside. Seeing that the sky was twilight, she asked again: "What time is it?"

"It's a quarter of an hour."

Yin Li finally struggled to sit up straight.

After eating, the three of them disguised themselves, hired a carriage, tied the two never-ending donkeys to the back of the cart, and swaggered away from the town.Song Qingshu sat at the front of the carriage, passing by the family member of Quanfu Villa who was inquiring about the news.It turned out that Quanfu Villa did not expect that there would be three people from Yin Li's side, and they were very careful when they came, and they came in disguise, so they were not discovered.

Song Qingshu was supposed to leave like this, but he didn't mention it. Yin Li guessed that it was because she was still being hunted down, and Zhang Wuji was with him, and the safety factor was not high, so Song Qingshu would still go with them.Yin Li didn't mention it, considering that it would be better for multiple people to raid the formation.He also thought, if Song Qingshu went to Kunlun with the two of them, the three of them could unleash the golden finger of Nine Suns Magic Art together.There is no time in the mountains. Yin Li has a vague impression that Zhang Wuji stayed in that cave for several years. If she wants to follow her to open the golden finger, she doesn't want to be poked in the back by people in the rivers and lakes and say, oh, you and your cousin are lonely Staying together for so many years... how much it affects your luck.Although she knew that direct blood relatives within three generations could not be together, she couldn't explain this to the ancients.If there are more than one Song Qingshu, hahaha, this is a well-known disciple of the third generation of Wudang. The three testify to each other and no one can say anything gossip.

Yin Li's calculations were pretty good, as if the Nine Suns Divine Art was already smiling and waving at her.

Thinking about it, Yin Li thought of Song Qingshu's uncle, who hadn't been seen yet, who had gone somewhere, obviously Song Qingshu had left secret signs along the way, but he didn't see him chasing him.Until they entered Henan from Anhui, Song Qingshu finally couldn't hold back, and sent a letter to Wudang Mountain in a small town to report back.

Yin Li originally felt that her body was made of iron, but after driving for a month, she finally understood the hardships of being overworked by boats and carts. It was because she didn't eat well, and she didn't bother to talk. I can't cheer up crookedly.Also, Zhang Wuji's condition became more and more difficult to control, and Yin Li thought about the increase or decrease of the symptomatic prescription day and night, and he lost his hair unconsciously during the journey.

And because they are now being traced by two groups of people, they dare not be too ostentatious. Although the money in Yin Li's body can be called a local tyrant at that time, he did not dare to return to the top three of Bazhantianzi in a very arrogant manner. In the room, set up a bright target for yourself to be chased.Therefore, sometimes considering the problem of direct route and concealment, they also deal with it in the mountains from time to time, often making themselves ashamed.At this time, Zhang Wuji's rich experience in wild survival came into play. Whether it was catching fish or pheasants or catching rabbits, as long as he didn't suddenly get sick, he would definitely be the first one.In contrast, Yin Li, who entrusted a series of activities such as skinning and slaughtering to Song Qingshu, seemed useless from the very beginning. She even called it: My hands are used to heal the sick. It is not used for bloody activities such as killing fish, chickens and rabbits.

When she said this, Song Qingshu, who was transmitting his internal energy underground, said silently in his heart: My internal energy is also used to hoe the strong and help the weak, not to bake beggar chicken for you...

However, his Nine Suns Kung Fu diffuses into the land, probably because the internal force is evenly transmitted and can be taken care of in all directions. It can bake an ordinary pheasant until it is salty, fragrant and smooth. The traditional beggar chicken baked by the fire is delicious, both Zhang Wuji and Yin Li love it.Yin Li especially loves it, and every now and then he will ask Zhang Wuji to catch a pheasant to ask Song Qingshu to contribute the practical value of his Nine Yang Kung Fu. ——This internal skill is really worthy of being one of the two great internal skills in Jin Laoshu. She reckoned that Song Qingshu would be more proficient in practicing it, and it would be just around the corner to catch up with Jiuyang induction cooker.

It's the same today.When Yin Li cleaned the mushrooms picked nearby, and was sitting on the stone by the river in a daze, Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had already touched three fish in the river. They heard that Grandma Jinhua's men were looking for the whereabouts of Hu Qingniu and his wife. Some of the time they dare not get too close to the big cities, and the small towns are depressed under the rule of the Yuan people. They each only have a few changes of clothes with them, which are easy to rot in the mountains.One of Zhang Wuji's trousers was already high and the other was low. If his clothes were not clean, he might be regarded as a beggar at a glance.Apart from being a head taller than Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu was not much better. His signature scholar uniform was already in limbo because it was not suitable for walking on mountain roads.Now Song Qingshu is wearing a burlap shirt like a farmer's, with his trousers rolled up high, and his movements for catching fish are already very nimble and quick.

——Although he is good at light work, catching fish depends on skill. In the first few days, he couldn't catch a single fish.

Song Qingshu went ashore and handed the three fish he had caught to Yin Li, but he didn't leave immediately. He looked at Yin Li who couldn't see how happy he was, and asked, "You don't seem to be in a good mood these days."

Yin Li had already taken out the knife to shave the scales, but the knife in her hand paused, then started to move again.Without looking up, he said, "It's okay... I think it's pretty good." His tone was lazy and lacking energy.

Song Qingshu lit the fire with a flint, and lit the firewood that Yin Li had piled up neatly. "Is that tired?" Song Qingshu asked, Chai Xin's flames sprang up, and swept aside with the wind, crackling, arrogant as if whoever got closer, it would make him look good.

"No." Yin Li replied simply and concisely.

The sound of fish scales peeling off in her hands was dense and clear, a bit like the sound of burning firewood, mixed with the real sound of burning wood, it was hard to tell where it came from.Song Qingshu listened quietly for a moment, feeling inexplicably frustrated.Then, just as he was about to sigh in one breath and was still stuck in his heart, a fish that still had the strength to jump was handed to him, with an obvious fishy smell - killing fish was Song Qingshu's job.

Song Qingshu took over the brave fish that was still struggling with fate, and resignedly took out his pocket knife. ?