Chapter 9

At night, when song Qingshu woke up, he saw Zhou Zhiruo sleeping on his side on the opposite bed. He felt disgusted and began to spin in his head, thinking about how to avenge the original song Qingshu and himself. However, when he thought of Zhang Wuji's unparalleled martial arts and the leader of the Ming religion, the Ming religion could compete with Mongolia in the western regions, It can be seen that he has a huge momentum. Now he is a loser. He has no martial arts and power. How can he get revenge? For a moment, the feeling of powerlessness spread all over the body.

Inadvertently, he takes aim at Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful face. Song Qingshu's fighting spirit burns up with hatred.

Great disorder under heaven and the way to repair it. That is, the nine Yin manual and dragon Dragons of the sword in the sword of Heaven Sword, which are eighteen palm, and they all remember it. And with the familiarity of Musashi in this world, it is not difficult to practice the martial arts. Then find the treasures. When the chaos is coming today, it is easy to pull up a force and finally fight with Zhang Wuji.

When the train of thought became clearer and clearer, song Qingshu's mood gradually calmed down. He also wanted to secretly inform Zhao Min to come and catch the traitor, but Zhao Min is a smart and terrible woman. It's hard to guarantee that she won't sell herself to Zhang Wuji for some reason. At that time, she will be exposed. The three of them will not tolerate themselves... They all shudder.

The next day, in front of the public, Zhang Wuji regretfully announced that he could not do anything about the broken meridians. Zhou Zhiruo was still worried that song Qingshu would lose his temper, but he didn't expect that song Qingshu took a sip of tea calmly and said blandly: "God's will is so, song is not strange to others. It's time to trouble Master Zhang."

Even Zhao Min looked at him in surprise. Song Qingshu gave a faint smile in response, but he kept improving his revenge plan in the future.

This is a skill that has been trained in the society in previous lives. Unless the victory or defeat has been decided, he will never expose his resentment in advance and let his opponent get up early to guard against it.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Wuji had to lead his subordinates to leave early because of the war in the western regions. Zhou Zhiruo ordered his disciples to pack up and set out on the way back to Emei.

"The headmaster seems to be getting more and more beautiful recently." The two young female disciples flattered Zhou Zhiruo sincerely all the way.

Before, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, but there was always a gloomy color between her eyebrows, which made people afraid. Now, there is a slight smile on her lips at any time. By contrast, she is more bright than before.

"If Zhiruo is naturally beautiful, it will be more and more beautiful." Song Qingshu gently pulls Zhou Zhiruo's little hand and looks at her affectionately. Feeling her skin, she was laughing in the heart. Her disciples did not know why. He was crystal clear. These days, Zhou Zhi had been irrigated by the essence of Zhang Wuji and Joyoung every day. Of course, he was more charming and charming.

Because a disciple was watching, Zhou Zhiruo was embarrassed to draw her hand back directly. After all, she was her husband, but her eyes began to become cold. Although she regarded herself as Mrs. song in front of Zhang Wuji, it didn't mean that she really allowed song Qingshu to do some intimate things with him.

Song Qingshu felt that it was almost done, so she let go of her hands and sat on the carriage leisurely to nourish her spirits.

After a lot of deduction, he had already been concerned in the past two days. Although he had little hope to renew his meridians, he had to try it before he was willing. Ping Yizhi and Xue, the four great doctors in the world, want to be with Hu qingniu. Since Zhang Wuji can't help it, they should have nothing to do. What's left is the most mysterious poison hand medicine king. Besides, there is a future apricot Master Cheng lingsu. After thinking about it, only he has the greatest hope.

If everything goes well and the meridians are healed, he will practice martial arts hard and take out the secret books and treasures. Everything will go according to the plan. If the misfortune is really incurable, it's a big deal not to learn martial arts. Other people don't know any martial arts, and they still get along with it. They have climbed up step by step in their previous lives. There's no reason why they can't do it in this life!

Song Qingshu is a man of perseverance. Unless he dies, he will not give up any tiny hope.

I'm ready to leave without saying goodbye, but before I leave, I have to charge some interest on some people. Thinking of this, song Qingshu squints at Zhou Zhiruo's back. Sitting in front of Zhou Zhiruo suddenly feel a little goose bumps, can't help but will be tight clothes.

At night, a group of four found an inn in a small town. After dinner, the two female disciples went back to their room to have a rest. Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly and followed song Qingshu into her room. She saw that there was only one bed in the room and her face was not good-looking.

Song Qingshu along her eyes, quickly understand what is going on, said with a smile: "Zhiruo, you sleep in bed tonight."

"And you?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't expect that song Qingshu was so knowledgeable. She was warm in her heart. She remembered that song Qingshu had been polite to her all the time, and even after she got married, she didn't do anything to overstep. Then she remembered that she was carrying the agreement between him and Zhang Wuji, and her face suddenly turned red.

"I've made the floor." Song Qingshu gave her a strange look on the cheek.

"How can that be? You've hurt your muscles and bones. The cold on the ground is too strong. You'll get sick. " Zhou Zhiruo's words let song Qingshu warm, it seems that she is not without conscience.

"What if you don't?" Song Qingshu glanced at the only bed, and the meaning was obvious, "why don't we just squeeze?"

"How is that going to work?" Zhou Zhiruo's head immediately shakes like a rattle. If he doesn't have a future agreement with Zhang Wuji, maybe Zhou Zhiruo will agree with his husband and wife. Anyway, if he covers his own quilt, his martial arts is far better than him, and he's not afraid of his bad thoughts.

Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile: "you don't have to worry. I'll go to the store and get more mattresses to spread on the ground."

Thinking that one day she would abandon him and become the wife of the person he hated most, Zhou Zhiruo felt guilty. After hearing him say this, she quickly got up: "you're still hurt. Sit and rest. I'll take it." Then he went out in a hurry.

When the shop owner saw that a fairy like girl had come to borrow the mattress, he was in full bloom and enthusiastically brought her some beds. When he left, he looked at Zhou Zhiruo's back and asked, "fairy, do you want a quilt?"

Zhou Zhiruo was still a little happy until she came back to the room. Which woman didn't like to be praised by men for her beauty, so she helped song Qingshu arrange the floor happily. It was inconvenient for her disciples to know that they had no husband and wife, so she had to do everything by herself.

Finally finished, Zhou Zhiruo raised her hand and wiped the sweat on her forehead. Song Qingshu poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Zhiruo, it's hard, drink water."