[Yi Tian] Reborn Qing Ruo He Ze

Song Qingshu glanced around and saw that there was no one around. He dragged Zhou Zhiruo, who was still in a daze, into a vacant wing room next to him. She asked with her chin, "What's the matter? What did the teacher say to you?" It made her so lost in thought.

Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips and did not speak. She lowered her eyes to look at her toes, but Song Qingshu lifted her chin softly and forcefully. She had no choice but to look up at him, and saw that his eyes were long and narrow, reflecting the faint expression on his face. She was red, and her face was slightly hot again.

The skin on the fingertips was smooth and soft, and Song Qingshu rubbed it lightly a few times, only to feel that his heart was also so soft.

"Your master means that we have agreed to our marriage. After father's succession ceremony is over, I will formally propose marriage to my master." Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo's slightly parted red lips and bright apricot eyes, and couldn't help lowering his head and approaching him , the tall bridge of the nose lightly rubbed against her delicate nose, seeing a look of shame in her eyes, he quickly lowered them, he bent his lips in a good mood, let go of her chin, raised his hand and squeezed her softly s face.

Zhou Zhiruo's face was powdered, she raised her hand and pushed Song Qingshu who was almost on her body, "Let go of me, someone will come."

There are often disciples of the Emei Sect walking around here, if someone sees them, it's okay.

Song Qingshu didn't care, smelling the fragrance that belonged to her at the tip of his nose, he just felt his heart calm down, and said lazily: "Anyway, we will get married soon, so what are you afraid of if people see it?"

Seeing him being such a rascal, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly reached out to touch his waist, but Song Qingshu seemed to expect that she would make a move, and before her fingers touched him, he stopped her and held her hand in his own , chuckled softly: "Zhiruo, are you going to murder your husband?"

He deliberately blew into Zhou Zhiruo's ear, and Zhou Zhiruo's ears turned red, she snorted softly, and was about to speak when she heard a soft voice from outside, and she recognized it was Emei The voices of the two young disciples sent quickly fell silent.

"Hey, you said Senior Sister Ding has been abolished now, and Master values ​​Senior Sister Zhou so much, will Master really want to pass on the position to Senior Sister Zhou?" A young disciple with a Taoist hairknot asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure about this, but I think it's very possible. After all, Senior Sister Zhou is good at kung fu and kind, so she's better than Senior Sister Ding." Another young disciple curled his lips and said, Senior Sister Ding Minjun usually treats them young disciples. She doesn't have a good face, and she behaves very meanly. These little disciples don't accept her in private.

"Don't talk about it." The little disciple stretched out his hand and pushed her, "It's not good if someone hears it, you'd better go practice your sword." The two walked away after talking.

Zhou Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief, her red lips parted slightly, and before she could speak, Song Qingshu bowed her head and kissed her. She opened her mouth, which was even more convenient for Song Qingshu. Entering the land of no one, sweeping wantonly, draining the sweetness in her mouth.

This kiss was so lingering, Zhou Zhiruo just felt that he was going to smother her breath, "Mmmm..." She struggled to push Song Qingshu away, Song Qingshu grabbed her hand and took her into his arms, and then He bit her lips a few times before releasing her reluctantly.

Zhou Zhiruo looked up at Song Qingshu, stroked her slightly swollen lips, and said in embarrassment, "How can I go out to meet people later when you are like this!" She will go to the martial arts field to practice swords in a while, what will happen to her appearance?

Song Qingshu touched her lips, and knew that he had gone too far, and said softly: "It's nothing, just now I heard from the teacher that Ding Minjun was seriously injured, and I have asked Master Mo to see if he is still saved, and we will come together Go and see."

He said this as if he was saving a kitten and puppy on the side of the road, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help laughing in his heart, "Well, can Senior Brother Mo do anything?" Is the Wudang School good at medical skills?

Song Qingshu smiled and said: "I don't know, but the third uncle was murdered by others, and his legs have been disabled for many years. Over the years, Wudang has also sought out many famous doctors for the sake of the third uncle." Ask Mo Shenggu to go and see Ding Minjun's.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded and said, "I hope senior brother Mo will find a solution." Although she didn't like Ding Minjun, they were both Emei sect disciples after all, so if they could be saved, it was better to save her, after all, for a martial arts practitioner, It's probably more uncomfortable to be a cripple with broken tendons than to die.Besides, for her today, not to mention one Ding Minjun, even ten are not her opponents, and she is not worried that keeping Ding Minjun will pose any threat to herself in the future.

Seeing her frowning, Song Qingshu said displeasedly: "Why bother with her so much, you should think about it now..." Song Qingshu leaned in front of her, "It's me."

Seeing his jealous look, Zhou Zhiruo bent her lips and said with a smile: "You are right in front of me, what do you want?"

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and pinched her face, "So, you're thinking of me when I'm not in front of you?" He said, reaching out to hold Zhou Zhiruo in his arms.

What a scoundrel... Zhou Zhiruo blinked and slandered him inwardly, then pursed her lips and leaned quietly against his chest.

"Senior Brother Song, let's go and see how Senior Sister Ding is doing?" Zhou Zhiruo said after a while tugging at his black hair hanging on his chest.

Song Qingshu didn't respond, just acted as if he didn't hear her, finally took a fancy to being alone with her, and didn't want to be disturbed by irrelevant people and things.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhou Zhiruo tugged at his long hair again, looked up at him from his embrace, and said, "Let's go, let's go, Senior Brother Song."

Song Qingshu held her hand that was pulling his hair, looked down at her helplessly and said: "What's so interesting? If you can save it, save it, if you can't save it, don't save it." Even though he said so, Song Qingshu still held her hand He opened the door and walked out.

Zhou Zhiruo hastily tugged at her hand, and said, "Let go of me first, and people will see you."

Song Qingshu also knew that if she was seen like this, her boudoir reputation would be bad, so she let go of her hand and said with a smile: "Let's go, go and see Master Mo."

In Ding Minjun's room, Mo Shenggu, Miejue Shitai, and Jingxuan were all there. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu coming in together, they turned their heads to look over. Miejue Shitai and Jingxuan were fine, but Mo Shenggu looked He looked at them ambiguously, but turned his head away in an instant.

Zhou Zhiruo suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and said, "Master, is Senior Sister Ding okay?" She glanced at Ding Minjun who was lying on the bed with a pale face, and she seemed to have passed out.

Miejue Shitai also turned her head to look at Ding Minjun, with a worried expression on her face, she said: "Mo Qixia has seen it just now, Minjun's injury is very serious, I'm afraid it's not easy to treat."

Mo Shenggu frowned, and said: "Miss Ding's tendons in her hands and hamstrings were cut off by a sharp sword. It is indeed very difficult to cure, but it is not impossible, it's just..."

Seeing this, Jingxuan asked in puzzlement, "But what's the problem? Please Mo Qixia speak up."

Mo Shenggu glanced at Ding Minjun, and then said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that in this way, a few people with strong inner strength are needed to protect Miss Ding's heart, and with the help of decoction and acupuncture, maybe it can help. help.” But in this way, it takes a lot of effort.

Ding Minjun just woke up and heard this sentence, she said hoarsely to Miejue Shitai: "Master, I don't want to live like this for the rest of my life." Now she can't move her hands and feet and can only lie on the bed all day long. It's worse than death!

Seeing her like this, Miejue Shitai couldn't bear it. Min Jun had followed her for many years and she couldn't bear to ruin her life like this. He said, "Does Mo Qixia know acupuncture?" Acupuncture points, but people who are not familiar with medicine do not dare to do it lightly.

Mo Shenggu nodded and said: "I know a little about acupuncture and moxibustion, and it's not difficult."

Miejue Shitai heard the words and said: "Then I have to trouble Qixia Mo to save my poor disciple."

Mo Shenggu bowed his hands and said respectfully: "Master, I am too serious. I am willing to help Miss Ding, but this treatment is all on several major acupoints in the human body, and the acupuncture also goes deep into the acupoints, so a few experts with profound internal strength are needed. It is only necessary for people to protect Miss Ding's heart vessels and help Qi and blood flow smoothly in several major acupoints."

Miejue Shitai nodded, she, Jingxuan and Zhiruo were the only ones in her sect who had deeper internal strength, "Jingxuan, Zhiruo, you will be masters to help Min Jun heal his injuries in a while."

Jingxuan and Zhou Zhiruo responded, and Ding Minjun on the bed stared at Zhou Zhiruo with wide eyes and said, "I don't want Zhou Zhiruo's fake kindness, master, I don't want it!" It is indeed deep, but she and Zhou Zhiruo have always been at odds, and Zhou Zhiruo knew that she deliberately framed Su Mengqing last time. If she intentionally uses force to harm her, the consequences will be disastrous, absolutely not!

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at her indifferently when she heard the words, she knew exactly what Ding Minjun was thinking, and couldn't help but find it funny, if she wanted to kill her, there were many ways, and she wouldn't be so stupid as to do it in front of everyone.

Miejue Shitai heard Ding Minjun's words and said, "Minjun! What are you talking about? Zhiruo is your junior sister, how could she harm you!"

Ding Minjun bit his white and peeling lips, and said, "Master, I... Anyway, I don't want Zhou Zhiruo to help me."

Miejue Shitai saw her talking nonsense, and said coldly: "Since that's the case, you don't need to be treated for this injury. Besides Zhiruo, who else can help you protect your heart and blood?"

Seeing Miejue Shitai was angry, Ding Minjun hurriedly reached out and grabbed her sleeve, begging: "Master, no, Master, I don't want to lie on the bed and be a useless person for the rest of my life!"

Miejue Shitai didn't push her hand away, but said: "If you want to heal your injury, stop talking nonsense. If Zhiruo is your junior sister, how can she be fake and kind!" Speaking of the last few words, Miejue Shitai's tone was a little colder, Zhiruo's temperament was very clear to her, but Minjun's temperament was narrow and small, and it was difficult for him to take on important responsibilities.

Ding Minjun was reprimanded coldly by Miejue Shitai, and her face was a bit ugly. She didn't know what to say, and indeed no one in the faction could help except Zhou Zhiruo, but she didn't believe that Zhou Zhiruo would be so kind...

She turned her eyes around the people in the room, and suddenly said, "Master, Song Shaoxia can help me!" Ding Minjun's eyes were fixed on Song Qingshu who was standing beside Zhou Zhiruo. Will not stand idly by.

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There was a power outage yesterday, I stayed at home and slept for a long time TAT