Blue Book for Zhiruo [Rebirth vs. Transmigration]

Zhou Zhiruo thought life would be difficult, but when the senior sisters accompany her to practice martial arts during the day and gossip with her in the evening, they also secretly exchange beauty tips on weekdays, and two years have passed without knowing it.

The days were hard and nourishing, if it wasn't for Song Qingshu's silent appearance in front of her, she would have almost forgotten Wudang Mountain.

Before Song Qingshu said that he would come to see her regularly, he really came back regularly, either on the first day or the fifteenth day of junior high school, which made Zhou Zhiruo deeply doubt whether he was worshiping God or what.I don't know if he put on eyeliner or if he is too skillful, he can show up every time she is alone, so that Zhou Zhiruo deliberately played tricks and hid in the forbidden area for women on the days when he was about to show up.

The so-called forbidden area is actually the hot spring, which is similar to the ancient tomb sect's cold ice bed in terms of internal strength principles, and the hot spring is actually more suitable for women's physique.

"Senior sister," Zhou Zhiruo quietly approached Bei Jinyi, wearing a bun to prevent the spring water from getting her hair wet.

"I heard that something good is coming for you, is it true?" Zhou Zhiruo blinked gossip.

"What nonsense, little girl." Bei Jinyi laughed and scolded Zhou Zhiruo, but her blushing face instantly turned red to the bottom of her ears and betrayed her.

"Ah? It turns out that my seventh senior brother is being passionate." Looking disappointed, Zhou Zhiruo muttered that she wanted to go back and write a letter to Mo Shenggu to ask him to come directly to Mount Emei to ask for a marriage.

"Hey! Don't make trouble!" Bei Jinyi blushed anxiously and hurriedly dragged the little junior sister who was as slippery as a loach back, not letting her do such a shameless thing.

"If you don't make trouble, then you like it?"

"Let you talk nonsense, let you talk nonsense."

Zhou Zhiruo laughed out loud at the creaking of Bei Jinyi's hand, slipped into the hot spring and drank several sips of water, begging for mercy repeatedly and promising not to tease her before being rescued.

But that's it, she also roughly knows who the eyeliner in the Emei faction is.Although I don't know when the two of them secretly fell in love, but it was probably the hero who saved the beauty that brought the fate.A wonderful creature like sister-in-law-to-be really turned her elbows out.Fortunately, her information is not bad, although Song Qingshu told her, Zhou Zhiruo had to sigh in her heart, the friendship between men and men is really strange.

Look at the sky, it was already the morning of the third day of junior high school, Zhou Zhiruo came out of the hot spring with her long wet hair, stepped on the clean boulder with her snow-white feet, and walked outside in a leisurely manner.

During her time in Emei, she has grown a lot taller.The speed of flesh growth cannot keep up with the speed of bone growth. Although she is almost as tall as Bei Jinyi, her figure is not comparable to her at all. With a 13-year-old figure, she is completely a princess of peace.

It seems that I have to ask the senior sisters with huge breasts what they ate to grow up...

"Why don't you wear shoes?"

A man suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Zhiruo, because of Zhou Zhiruo's familiar voice, Zhou Zhiruo didn't beat up his apprentice, but stood quietly and looked back at the elusive Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo's delicate, white and tender feet, and as he looked up, he realized that Zhou Zhiruo was holding a pair of wet shoes in his hand, as if he had just fought too hard with Bei Jinyi and affected the shoes on the shore. As for she has no shoes to wear now.

"Brother Qingshu," Zhou Zhiruo almost whispered, but wrapped his arms around him and let him hold her in his arms.Anyway, he has hugged so many times, and it's not bad for this one time.But please don't be seen by others, otherwise the image of a good baby that she worked so hard to manage will be ruined in one go.

"Actually, you have been practicing martial arts in hiding on Mount Emei, right?" Practicing such evil martial arts on Wudang Mountain will always be in danger of being exposed. No wonder Song Qingshu will win the opportunity to go out to practice. He is really a cannon fodder outside. There are ah.

Zhou Zhiruo's feet were shaking, the soles of her feet were still wet and a bit dirty, so she pretended not to, but deliberately rubbed her feet against Song Qingshu's clothes.

"Want to learn?" Song Qingshu looked sideways at Zhou Zhiruo, his eyes were dark and deep.

"Think about it." If you don't learn, you don't learn. If you learn... I hope you don't learn in vain.

Thinking about it, Song Qingshu took Zhou Zhiruo to a place she had never been to.Relying on the advantages of Ti Yunzong's lightness skill, she jumped from the top of the cliff to a depression halfway up the mountain. When Zhou Zhiruo saw clearly what was inside the cave, she couldn't help being amazed.

"This kind of place is very suitable for hanging coffins." She tried to be calm to the bones of the people next to her.

Song Qingshu just chuckled, then placed Zhou Zhiruo to sit on a clean low stone pier, knelt down on one knee and half squatted in front of her, and gently wiped her almost clean feet with a soft handkerchief. The embarrassment of grabbing the bag hit her forehead, and Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but blush.

Because the shoes were not dry, what originally taught Zhou Zhiruo the Nine Yin Scriptures turned into a fixed pattern of sitting beside her quietly watching Song Qingshu practice. It was just that one had already grown up as a girl, and the other was getting deeper and deeper, making it hard to see the details. , but it is very harmonious.

The wind in the valley was very strong, and it didn't take long for Zhou Zhiruo's shoes to be blown dry, along with her wet hair that was still hanging behind her.

Her shiny black hair was blown up by the wind, brushing her cheeks from time to time, itching uncomfortably. She looked left and right, then casually pulled a branch protruding in from the hole, intending to break it off and use it as a hairpin. A loose long hair.

A big snow-white hand with slender fingers stretched out and took the initiative to break off the emerald green branch for Zhou Zhiruo. I don't know how he did it. After peeling off the bark and tidying it up, a simple and lovely white wooden hairpin appeared on the ground. In Zhou Zhiruo's sight.

Song Qingshu rolled up her straight and smooth hair, and gently and skillfully tied a bun on top of Zhou Zhiruo's head with a white wooden hairpin.

"It's the same as yours. Brother Qingshu wants to take me back to the Wudang School?" Touching the bun on the top of her head, Zhou Zhiruo joked to hide the strange feeling she had just had when she tied her hair up.

"You will be in trouble if the master sees you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled and took off the hairpin used to fix the bun, and then re-tie a bun that is commonly used by Emei disciples.

Song Qingshu's black eyes darkened the moment he saw Zhou Zhiruo's waterfall-like hair falling down, and then returned to normal calm without waves.

After putting on her shoes, Song Qingshu carried her back to where she should be.Come and go without a trace, meeting briefly like a hallucination.And this kind of meeting was neither the first time nor the last time, Zhou Zhiruo got used to it, so much so that Zhou Zhiruo, who sometimes had a slightly strange thinking, even forgot the danger of Song Qingshu.

"Brother Qingshu, stretch out your arm and have a look."

Ever since she developed something, she really wanted to find someone to try it.But because Miejue Shitai didn't accept male disciples, and Song Qingshu didn't let her go down the mountain, so she couldn't find a test product.

Song Qingshu looked at her with his eyes, not knowing what she was planning, but he still stretched out his arms to show Zhou Zhiruo cooperatively.

"Dizzy, I forgot that the meridians of men and women are different..." Zhou Zhiruo is very interested in delving into the treasures that have been lost in modern times, such as meridians, acupoints, and various magical medicines...Of course she did not delay her martial arts training.In this world, only force can have power, especially the way of husband and wife, because it will determine who will wash the dishes in the future.

Zhou Zhiruo lightly scratched Song Qingshu's arm with a small stamp, hesitating and hesitating, she still didn't know where to poke a small hole.

In fact, for men's meridians, the area between the eyebrows is the most suitable, but Zhou Zhiruo didn't dare to touch such a thing in the center of his eyebrows.What if she was accidentally developed it?But even if she succeeds in developing it, it's impossible to get it right?When Master ordered Shougong sand for her, he also said that only pure women can order it...

Holding her chin up, Zhou Zhiruo didn't realize that the snow-white arms exposed by the sleeves slipping off and the red jade-like Shou Gongsha had already fallen into Song Qingshu's eyes.

"What do you want to do?" Song Qingshu thought of some speculation, and the smile conveyed in his eyes gradually added some dangerous taste.

"I was just wondering if I could poke it." Zhou Zhiruo hadn't realized the danger was approaching.

"Like this?" Song Qingshu pulled Zhou Zhiruo's arm, and carefully looked at Shou Gongsha, who was glowing red and beautiful against the backdrop of snow-white skin.

Zhou Zhiruo, a dull child, finally realized that the conversation between them was very wrong. It was simply a reproduction of Zhao Linger and Li Xiaoyao's wedding night, one innocent and pure, the other lustful.

It's just that she is innocent and pure!

But Zhou Zhiruo didn't dare to let Song Qingshu know that she was very knowledgeable, because she was afraid that a trace of shyness would ignite this seemingly lustful pervert, and then she would be thrown down and wiped clean, and there would be nowhere to cry.

"Brother Qingshu, it will hurt." The fake Zhou Zhiruo felt her expression was very stiff.

"Not afraid." Song Qingshu seemed to lower his head a little more.

"It will bleed."

"fine."

"Then..." Zhou Zhiruo was forced to run away by his lips that were getting closer and closer.

The author has something to say: Where are you talking about stamping?