When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

In the eyes of Xiaoyao Erxian, Wudang disciples are the most annoying. One hooks up with his [-]-year-old daughter, and the other makes his sweetheart look favorably.

But in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, Wudang disciples are quite cute.

Song Yuanqiao is stable and kind, Yu Lianzhou is alert and has high martial arts skills, Yin Liting is a little crybag, Mo Shenggu is upright and jealous, and they take great care of Zhou Zhiruo no matter in public or in private.

No one would dislike being treated well by others, and Zhou Zhiruo was the same.

People from Wudang faction treated her well, so she naturally reciprocated and treated everyone as elders.

On this day of the Lion Slaying Ceremony, Zhou Zhiruo and Song Yuanqiao walked in the front, followed closely by the disciples of Wudang Sect and Emei Sect, entering the gate of Shaolin Temple one after another.

Mo Shenggu is young, not a few years older than Song Qingshu, and outspoken, not more stable than Song Qingshu.

After meeting the Emei disciples, he asked the Emei disciples when they would go to the Emei sect to propose marriage.

Bei Yi laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist, she said: "The head of my family doesn't marry."

Mo Shenggu only thought that Zhou Zhiruo was thin-skinned and never told the disciples of Emei about his relationship with Song Qingshu, so he said: "Not getting married is a matter of the past, and it will be difficult to say in the future."

The Emei disciples pursed their lips and smiled lightly.

There was a moment of unnaturalness in Song Qing's writing. She glanced at Zhou Zhiruo in front of her. She was talking with everyone with a smile on her face, and she didn't seem to hear what Mo Shenggu said.

Song Qingshu withdrew his gaze, coughed lightly with Ququan, and pulled Lamo Shenggu's sleeve.

Mo Shenggu patted the back of Song Qingshu's hand, and said: "Hey, look at you kid, what's there to be shy about? Boys should get married in college, girls should get married in college. You and Master Zhou are a match made in heaven. "

Song Qingshu pursed his lips and looked up at Zhou Zhiruo.

The sun was just right, Zhou Zhiruo turned her face slightly, and gave him a small smile.

Song Qingshu's long eyelashes trembled, and crimson spread on his cheeks, he quickly looked away and looked aside.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and looked away.

After a long time, Song Qingshu turned his gaze back little by little, and quietly looked at Zhou Zhiruo.

The main force of the beggar gang expelled the Yuan people from the Central Plains, Zhou Zhiruo became famous, everyone in Shaolin Temple treated Zhou Zhiruo very politely.

The Golden Retriever Lion King has done a lot of evil, ruined countless families, and made countless enemies. Zhou Zhiruo's master Miejue Shitai is one of them.

Master Miejue's family members were killed by Xie Xun, and they hated Xie Xun very much. Zhou Zhiruo inherited her mantle, so naturally she didn't like Xie Xun.

Although Xie Xun is Zhang Wuji's adoptive father, in Wan'an Temple, Zhang Wuji treats Zhou Zhiruo very close, everyone in the martial arts only thinks that the two of them have eliminated the barrier between Emei and Mingjiao, and a good thing is about to come, never thought that another Zhao Min came out in the middle, coaxing Zhang Wuji Feeling dizzy, he actually forgot about Hua Yi Da Bian.

Zhou Zhiruo broke with Zhang Wuji completely, so naturally he didn't have to worry about Xie Xun being Zhang Wuji's adoptive father.

Most of the people present had enmity with Xie Xun, they would rather let Zhou Zhiruo take the first place and get Xie Xun's disposal, rather than Zhang Wuji win everyone and Xie Xun continue to live happily.

Although Zhou Zhiruo defeated the woman in yellow in that battle in Xiangyang City, Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts still lagged behind Zhang Wuji's in the hearts of everyone in the martial arts world. The martial arts of the world, and the martial arts of Huang Shannu, I don't know much, I just feel that her figure is like a fairy, and people can't tell the tricks.

Comparing the two, Zhang Wuji is naturally better.

Everyone in the martial arts thought about Zhang Wuji's martial arts, calculated Zhang Wuji's weaknesses, and whispered their own conclusions to Zhou Zhiruo. They only hoped that Zhou Zhiruo would defeat Zhang Wuji and kill Xie Xun.

Zhou Zhiruo was almost amused by everyone, she drank a cup of tea with downcast eyes, and swallowed back her smile.

She is the head of the two sects. On such a serious occasion, she must be dignified, but she can't be the same as in private, smiling like a second dog at every turn.

After Zhou Zhiruo finished her tea, she put down her water glass and continued to watch the people fighting on the stage.

Among these people, some were those whose relatives were killed by Xie Xun, hated Xie Xun to the bone, and desperately wanted to fight for Xie Xun's disposal to avenge their relatives, and there were also those who were skilled in order to show off.

Since the Yuan people occupied the Hanjia Rivers and Mountains, the martial arts in the Central Plains have been busy fighting against the Yuan people. It has been many years since the martial arts conference has been reported. Now Shaolin has widely posted hero posts and invited people from various sects to participate in the lion slaughter conference. This is an excellent opportunity .

It's okay to win and become famous, but it's okay to lose.

After all, martial arts people hate Xie Xun deeply, and there are too many people who want to kill Xie Xun.

Another person fell down on the stage, Song Yuanqiao patted Song Qingshu's shoulder beside him, and said, "Qingshu, you can go."

The heroes of Wudang have already gained a great reputation, there is no need to show off at this time, this kind of thing is still left to the younger generation.

Qingshu is the most outstanding disciple of the three generations of Wudang, so it is perfect for him to go.

Song Qingshu nodded, cupped his fists to bid farewell to everyone in Wudang, and when he turned to take the stage, he casually glanced at Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and looked at him without blinking.

Song Qingshu pursed his lips and flew onto the stage.

Zhou Zhiruo watched with a smile.

Under her guidance, Song Qingshu practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. In today's world, there are not many people who can be called Song Qingshu's opponent. She doesn't need to worry about Song Qingshu at all, she only needs to appreciate Song Qingshu's clean and agile figure during the martial arts competition. good.

The martial arts of the person on the stage is not high, Song Qingshu didn't even use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, so he took care of that person.

After the man went down, Xi Huazi with his broken finger flew up to the stage, and Song Qingshu made a gesture of invitation.

After Xihuazi, many people followed one after another, and without exception, they were all defeated by Song Qingshu.

Fan Yao and Yang Xiao looked at Song Qingshu on the stage, and Zhou Dian beside him wondered, "When did Song Qingshu learn such a powerful kung fu?"

Yang Buhui said: "The Wudang sect's kung fu is already powerful, it's because you are ignorant."

Yang Xiao glanced at Yang Buhui, Yang Buhui turned his face away, and did not speak to Yang Xiao.

Fan Yao looked deeply at Zhou Zhiruo who was looking at Song Qingshu with a slight smile on his face, and smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes, and said, "Well, the Wudang faction is powerful."

Zhou Dian curled his lips and said, "Master, are you still not going up? If you don't go up, the right to dispose of the Lion King will be in the hands of that kid surnamed Song."

Although Xie Xun had a grudge with the Central Plains Wulin, he was a disciple of the Ming Cult and a Dharma King protecting the teaching. Even if it was due to affection, the Ming Cult could not just watch others kill Xie Xun.

Fan Yao raised his eyebrows and said, "Wait a little longer."

The people on the stage were defeated again, Song Qingshu bowed his hands to the various sects and said: "Is there any senior who is willing to give some advice?"

As soon as Song Qingshu's voice fell, a gray figure flashed across the crowd, standing firmly on the stage.

Zhang Wuji's eyes were slightly red, and he said, "Senior Brother Song."

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, subconsciously looking at Zhou Zhiruo in the audience.

Zhou Zhiruo stood up, and Bei Jinyi at the side handed over a soft white whip.

Song Yuanqiao stood up and asked Song Qingshu to step down.

Although Wuji joined the Ming religion, he was the same as Qingshu. He was also a Wudang queen, so he really didn't want to see the two of them fight.

Zhiruo is different. One is a woman, and the other has some friendship with Wuji. When fighting with Wuji, neither of them will do their best, so they will not hurt either, and Emei and Xie Xun already have The big enemy, Zhiruo has not been on stage for a long time, probably because she is waiting for the final arrival of Wuji.

Song Qingshu didn't hesitate for too long, he followed his father's words and walked off the stage.

In front of everyone, he didn't want to have too intimate movements with Zhou Zhiruo, but when passing by, he gently reminded Zhou Zhiruo to be careful of the great shift of the universe.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "Brother really cares about me."

Song Qingshujun blushed slightly, and hurried off the stage.

Zhang Wuji on the stage turned pale when he saw this scene.

Zhang Wuji has never been decisive in his relationship. To this day, he still thinks that Zhou Zhiruo's change from intimacy to indifference, and even hooking up with others is all because of his relationship with Zhao Min.

Zhou Zhiruo became like this because he was sorry for Zhou Zhiruo.

With this kind of guilt and the fact that he already liked Zhou Zhiruo, even if Xie Xun's life was at stake in this battle, he couldn't be cruel to Zhou Zhiruo.

This kind of competition has no sense of accomplishment at all.

Zhou Zhiruo's long whip came and went, and after leaving bloodstains on Zhang Wuji's body, she withdrew the long whip.

Zhang Wuji knelt down on one knee, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, looked up at Zhou Zhiruo, sighed softly, and said, "Zhiruo, I only hope that you will be merciful, don't hurt my adoptive father's life."

The masked Zhao Min in the audience was heartbroken seeing this scene.

Although Zhou Zhiruo won the contest, if he wanted to get the right to dispose of Xie Xun, he had to beat Sandu who was guarding Xie Xun.

Zhang Wuji came to the door by himself to be Zhou Zhiruo's helper, and the other was Song Qingshu, who fought three times with Zhou Zhiruo.

Fan Yao clasped his arms around his chest, looked at the figures of the six people going back and forth, and remembered what Zhou Zhiruo said that night: "If Zhang Wuji wins, he will probably ask the Eagle King to help him."

He said: "The Eagle King is getting old. Although the battle at Guangmingding hurt the root, it consumed too much internal energy after all. If he fights with Sandu again, I'm afraid it will be more or less fatal. I don't like such a simple truth. I understand, Eagle King is his grandfather, he may not understand."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "In his heart, saving Xie Xun is the most important thing."

The most important thing?

But the most important thing, he also made concessions in the face of Zhou Zhiruo's matter - during the martial arts competition, Zhang Wuji was useless even to move the universe.

Zhao Min betrayed Zhang Wuji's country and father, and was alone. She only hoped to achieve good things with Zhang Wuji, and lived a life that only envied mandarin ducks but not immortals. But in Zhang Wuji's heart, Zhou Zhiruo was the only wife.

Fan Yao withdrew his gaze and looked at Song Qingshu on the other side.

The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon are combined by Song Qingshu with the unique chic and elegant style of Wudang School. Every move is very beautiful. Men's green shirts and women's white clothes are like golden boys and jade girls.

Fan Yao recalled what Yang Xiao had said to him.

At that time, he asked Yang Xiao how he touched Ji Xiaofu's heart.

After nightfall, only black and white remained in Shaolin Temple. Yang Xiao slowly sipped his wine, which reflected the lonely moon in the night.

Yang Xiao said: "I would rather not impress her, so that she would not die at Juejue's hands, and continue to be Juejue's most proud disciple, the future head of the revered Emei Sect."

Fan Yao was silent.

The long whip rolled up the fallen leaves, and Zhou Zhiruo's voice was clear and smiling, "Master, you lost."

Fan Yao chuckled lightly.

He also lost.

The Lion Slaying Conference was originally another poisonous plan set up by Cheng Kun to provoke the internal struggle between the Central Plains Wulin and Mingjiao. Just in case, Cheng Kun piled up matches around the Shaolin Temple. He set fire to the mountain and burned all the people to death on Shaoshi Mountain.

Zhou Zhiruo knew about Cheng Kun's poisonous plan, and communicated with Fan Yao and Song Qingshu early on, asking Mingjiao disciples Wudang School and Emei School disciples to remove the matches that Cheng Kun had arranged in advance.

Cheng Kun's plot was exposed, he sighed, and was discovered by Xie Xun. Xie Xun desperately killed Cheng Kun, and then committed suicide, apologizing to the world.

Zhang Wuji hugged Xie Xun's body and wept into tears. Ying Wang and Wudang people walked over to comfort him, and found Zhao Min who had been by his side all the time.

After the Wan'an Temple incident, the Central Plains Wulin hated Zhao Min to the bone, and even drew their swords one after another, wanting to kill Zhao Min for revenge.

Zhao Min paid a lot for Zhang Wuji, but Zhang Wuji was indecisive, and couldn't bear to see Zhao Min's dead body on the spot, so he took Zhao Min away.

From then on, Zhang Wuji became notorious and despised by the world. He never dared to set foot in Middle-earth, and lived with Zhao Min without a fixed place.

After a long time, Zhang Wuji thought of the benevolent teacher and grandfather in the Central Plains, the white figure that will always remain in his heart, so he sighed long and looked at the Central Plains without saying a word.

Occasionally, herdsmen brought news from the Central Plains that Zhou Zhiruo ruled the world and established the Great Xia Dynasty.

Zhang Wuji asked why it was Xia.

The herdsman scratched his head and said: "China has great etiquette, so it is called Xia; it has the beauty of chapters and clothes, so it is called Hua. That emperor chose the Great Xia Dynasty, probably for this reason."

Zhang Wuji was startled, and finally understood where he was wrong.

The difference between Huayi and Yi is like heaven, and outsiders are not allowed to touch the land of the Han people.

Even if the emperor is fatuous and temporarily occupied by foreigners, the Han people will risk their lives not to take the land back.

Drive out the Tartars and revive the prestige of the Han family.

There is a cloud in the Shangshu, the title of Huazhang is called Hua, and the great country is called Xia.

Zhang Wuji ran out of the tent like crazy, and knelt down on the grass.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was far away, was holding a wedding ceremony at this time.

The red candles were burning high, and everyone surrounded Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo into the bridal chamber.

After drinking the wine in one gulp, Song Qingshu Qingjun's face was flushed.

Zhou Zhiruo waved her hand to push people away: "Okay, okay, let's stop messing around with the flowers and candles in the bridal chamber."

The spring night is short, and doing happy things with your lover can live up to this good day and wine.