Chapter 8- Revenge

Chapter 9 The Eve of Revenge

Song Qingshu thought about Zhang Wuji's martial arts, and he was also the leader of Mingjiao. Mingjiao was able to fight against ceremonies in the Western Regions and Mongolia. It can be seen that he has a huge momentum. He is now a ruin, and he has no martial arts and no power. How can he get revenge? A sense of powerlessness spread throughout the body.

However, Zhou Zhiruo's whispers, like a war drum, aroused his fighting spirit bit by bit. Song Qingshu slowly calmed down and clarified his thoughts.

The meridian is broken. Find a way to fix it. I can remember the Nine Yin Scriptures and the Eighteen Palms in the Dragon Slaying Sword before, and coupled with the familiarity with Musashi in this world, I must have practiced a peerless martial arts. It's not difficult, and then find those treasures. When there is a chaos today, it is easy to pull up a force, and finally fight Zhang Wuji...

When his thoughts became clearer and clearer, Song Qingshu's mood slowly calmed down instead. He also thought about secretly informing Zhao Min to come over and arrest him, but thinking that Zhou Zhiruo could agree to the two women to work together as a husband, it is impossible to guarantee that Zhao Min was impulsive and followed the same story. When he was exposed, the three of them would definitely not be able to tolerate themselves... I shudder when I think about it.

The next day, in front of everyone, when Zhang Wuji regretfully announced that he could not do anything about the broken meridians, Zhou Zhiruo was still a little worried that Song Qingshu would lose his temper, but he did not expect Song Qingshu to take a sip of tea calmly, and said flatly: "God's will So, Mr. Song can't blame others for having troubled Master Zhang during this period of time."

Now even Zhao Min looked at him in surprise, Song Qingshu responded with a faint smile, but the storm in his heart kept improving his future revenge plan.

This is the ability that came out of his previous life in the society, unless the victory is determined, otherwise he will never expose his resentment in advance, so that his opponent will get up early and guard against it.

After chatting for a while, because of the tight war in the Western Regions, Zhang Wuji had to lead a group of people to leave early. Zhou Zhiruo ordered his disciples to pack up and set off on the road back to Emei.

"The headmaster seems to have become more and more beautiful recently." The two young female disciples sincerely slap Zhou Zhiruo's flattery along the way.

Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful before, but there was always a gloomy color between her eyebrows, which made people a little scared. Now there is a slight smile at the corner of her mouth at any time. In contrast, it is indeed a bit brighter than before.

"Zhiruo is naturally beautiful, of course it will become more and more beautiful." Song Qingshu gently took Zhou Zhiruo's little hand, and looked at her affectionately. Feeling her smooth and tender skin, she sneered in her heart. The disciples didn't know the reason, but he knew it clearly. In the past few days, Zhou Zhiruo was irrigated with the essence of Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Qi nourishing every day. Of course, she was even more charming and moving.

Because a disciple was watching, Zhou Zhiruo was too embarrassed to directly withdraw his hand. After all, he was his husband, but he was a little impatient in his heart, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Song Qingshu felt that it was almost done, so he let go of her hands, You Zaiyou Chapter 9 on the eve of revenge

Zaily sit on the carriage and get up.

After a lot of deductions, he has already had some cares in his mind over the past two days. Although there is little hope of renewing the meridians, he always has to try it before he is reconciled. The four great doctors in the world, Ping Yizhi and Xue, want to come and be with Hu Qingniu. Since Zhang Wuji has nothing to do, they should have nothing to do. The only thing left is the most mysterious poisonous medicine king, and there is a future Xinglin there. The saint Cheng Lingsu, after deliberation, only he has the greatest hope.

If everything goes well and the meridians are cured, and practice martial arts by yourself, go and take out the magical secrets and treasures. Everything goes according to plan. If unfortunately, it is really impossible to cure, the big deal is that you don't learn martial arts. Wei Xiaobao is not a martial arts expert. No, it's still mixed, and I have climbed up step by step in my previous life. There is no reason not in this life!

Song Qingshu is a persevering person, unless he is dead, otherwise he will not give up any small hope.

I was ready to leave without saying goodbye, but before I left, I had to collect some interest on some people. Thinking of this, Song Qingshu squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Zhiruo's back. Zhou Zhiruo, who was sitting in front, suddenly felt a trace of goose bumps all over her body, and couldn't help tightening her clothes tightly.

After nightfall, a group of four found an inn in a small town. After dinner, the two female disciples went back to the room and rested wittily. Zhou Zhiruo frowned and followed Song Qingshu into his room. A bed, his face is a bit ugly.

Song Qingshu followed her gaze, quickly understood what was going on, and said with a smile: "Zhiruo, you sleep in bed tonight."

"Then what about you?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't expect Song Qingshu to be like this, her heart warmed, remembering that Song Qingshu had always been polite to herself, even after getting married, she did not do anything to go beyond the act, thinking that she was carrying the agreement between him and Zhang Wuji. Suddenly flew up two groups of red.

"I'm laying on the floor." Song Qingshu glanced at her cheek strangely.

"How can you do that? You hurt your bones, and the ground is too cold, which will leave the root of the disease." Zhou Zhiruo's words warmed Song Qingshu. It seems that she is not completely unconscionable.

"What if you don't." Song Qingshu glanced at the only bed, and the meaning was obvious, "Should we squeeze it out?"

"How can this be done?" Zhou Zhiruo's head immediately shook like a rattle. If she didn't make a white-headed alliance with Zhang Wuji, maybe Zhou Zhiruo would agree to be in the husband and wife. Anyway, they would have their own quilts and martial arts. Far better than him, and he is not afraid of any bad thoughts.

But after making an agreement with Zhang Wuji, she subconsciously resisted other men, even if Song Qingshu was his husband.

Song Qingshu gave a wry smile: "Don't worry, I'll go to the store to get a few more mattresses and spread them on the floor."

Thinking that one day she would abandon him and become the wife of the person he hates most, Zhou Zhiruo was a little guilty at first, listening to him on the eve of Chapter 9 of Revenge

Saying this, I quickly got up: "Your injury is not healed, sit down and rest, I'll get it." After speaking, he hurried out.

Seeing that a fairy-like girl came to borrow the mattress, the store was exasperated and gave her a few beds very enthusiastically. Before leaving, she looked at Zhou Zhiruo's back and asked: "Fairy, do you need a quilt?"

Zhou Zhiruo was still a little happy until she returned to the room. A woman who didn't like being praised by men for her beautiful appearance was happy to help Song Qingshu tidy up the floor. It was inconvenient for the disciples to know that the two had no husband and wife, so she had to do everything herself.

When the shop was finally finished, Zhou Zhiruo raised his hand and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. Song Qingshu poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Zhiruo, you have worked hard, drink some water."

Zhou Zhiruo happened to be a little thirsty, so she picked it up and drank it all. The two chatted for a few words, and became cold again. Zhou Zhiruo had to say: "It's getting late, let's rest." Chapter 10: Late Revenge

He said that he came to the bed and sat down, but was surprised to find Song Qingshu was also behind him, and suddenly said with a slightly unhappy face: "What are you doing here? Your bed is over there."

Song Qingshu had a weird smile on his face, and sat down by the bed: "I want to sleep in this bed."

Zhou Zhiruo's heart was angry, but she was pitiful enough, and stood up, "Then I will go to sleep on the ground."

"No need, I want to sleep with you." Song Qingshu laughed more happily.

"You!" Zhou Zhiruo thought that he had made a mistake. She raised her hand and wanted to slap him, but her eyes suddenly went dark.

: "Lady, how do you like the ten fragrant soft tendons for your husband?"

Zhou Zhiruo thought of the cup of tea he had just handed over, was startled, and whispered, "Song Qingshu, are you crazy?"

"Am I crazy?" Song Qingshu laughed strangely, "I am indeed crazy, but I still pretend I don't know everything."

Zhou Zhiruo was shocked: "You know everything? Impossible, you are not..."

"Didn't I get acupuncture?" Song Qingshu touched her smooth face and said in a hurry: "Fortunately, there are eyes in the sky. I woke up by a coincidence, and later prepared for you. All the ten-flavored soft tendons were vomited out, and only then did you witness the ugly state of your dog men and women."

"Song Qingshu! What do you want?" Zhou Zhiruo felt his scalp numb when he touched his face.

"Such a beautiful day, it's a husband and wife again, what do you think I want?" Song Qingshu began to unbutton the buttons on her collar, one by one, one after another. He deliberately solved it very slowly and slowly.

"Song Qingshu, dare you!" Zhou Zhiruo blushed and raised her eyebrows as she scolded, seeing her clothes being untied little by little.

"I'm your husband, what's wrong with asking you to do your wife's responsibilities?" Song Qingshu finally released the restraints on the outside, admiring the pale pink coat inside, "Oh, the embroidered mandarin duck."

"Song Qingshu, I will definitely kill you!" With a chill in her chest, Zhou Zhiruo was trembling with anger as she thought of the nightmare that was about to come.

"Death under the peony flower... is also worth it." Song Qingshu took her fragrant shoulders and helped her up. The bun on her head was loosened, and the blue silk was scattered on the snow-white skin of her shoulders. Above, Song Qingshu couldn't help but breathe stagnant for that beauty.

"Qing Shu, can you let me go, you used to be so good to me, why do you do this now." Zhou Zhiruo saw that Song Qingshu was completely threatened, and her heart became more and more flustered, and she couldn't help whispering and pleading.