Chapter IX The Eve of Revenge
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After Song Qingshu woke up in the night, seeing Zhou Zhiruo lying on the opposite side of the bed and falling asleep, he immediately showed a burst of disgust, and his mind began to spin rapidly, thinking about how to take revenge to wash away this shameful shame, but when he thought of Zhang Wuji's unparalleled martial arts, he went back and forth. It is the leader of the Ming Cult. The Ming Cult can compete with Mongolia in the Western Regions. It can be seen that the momentum is huge. Now that he is a waste, he has no martial arts and no power. How can he take revenge? For a while, a sense of powerlessness spread throughout the body.
Unintentionally caught sight of Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful face again, Song Qingshu's fighting intent ignited with hatred.
The meridian is broken, and I can find a way to fix it. I still remember the Jiuyin Zhenjing and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in the Yitianjian and Dragon Saber. Plus, I am familiar with Musashi in this world. I must have practiced peerless martial arts. It's not difficult, and then find those few treasures, today's world is in chaos, it's easy to pull up a force, and finally have a showdown with Zhang Wuji...
When the thinking became clearer, Song Qingshu's mood gradually calmed down. He also thought about secretly informing Zhao Min to come to arrest the rape, but Zhao Min is a terribly smart woman, there is no guarantee that she will not betray herself to Zhang Wuji for some reason, and then she will be exposed instead, the three of them will definitely tolerate I can't let myself down... I shudder to think about it.
The next day, in front of everyone, when Zhang Wuji regretfully announced that he could do nothing about the broken meridian, Zhou Zhiruo was still a little worried that Song Qingshu would lose his temper, but Song Qingshu took a sip of tea calmly and said calmly, "God will. In this way, Song Mou can't blame others, and troubles Cult Master Zhang during this time."
This time, even Zhao Min looked at him in surprise. Song Qingshu responded with a faint smile, but his heart was turbulent, and he kept perfecting his revenge plan in the future.
This is what he has learned from his previous life in the society. Unless the outcome is determined, he will never reveal his resentment in advance, so that his opponents will take precautions early.
After chatting for a while, Zhang Wuji had to lead his group to leave early because of the tight war in the Western Regions. Zhou Zhiruo ordered his disciples to pack their luggage and set foot on the road back to Emei.
"Sect Master seems to have become more and more beautiful recently." The two young female disciples sincerely flattered Zhou Zhiruo along the way.
In the past, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, but there was always a gloomy look between her brows, which made people look a little scared. Now, there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth at all times. In comparison, it was indeed a bit brighter than before.
"Zhiruo is naturally beautiful, of course she will get more and more beautiful." Song Qingshu gently took Zhou Zhiruo's little hand and looked at her affectionately. Feeling her smooth and tender skin, he sneered in his heart. The disciples didn't know the reason, but he knew it perfectly. In the past few days, Zhou Zhiruo was irrigated with the nourishing essence of Zhang Wuji's Jiuyang True Qi every day, and of course it was more charming and moving.
Because there were disciples watching, Zhou Zhiruo was too embarrassed to pull her hand back. After all, she was her husband, but she was a little impatient, and her eyes gradually became cold. Although she regarded herself as Mrs. Song in front of Zhang Wuji, it did not mean that She really allowed Song Qingshu to do some intimate things between husband and wife to him.
Song Qingshu felt that she was almost done, so she let go of her hands and sat on the carriage leisurely to rest her mind.
After a lot of deductions, he had already made a fuss in his heart in the past two days. Although there is little hope of renewing the meridians, he has to try it before he is willing. The four great doctors in the world, Ping Yizhi and Xue Shenyi want to come and be in the middle 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 hand medicine king, not to mention that there is a future Xinglin there. Saint Cheng Lingsu, after much deliberation, only he has the greatest hope.
If everything goes well, the meridians are cured, and if you practice martial arts hard, you will go to take out the magic secrets and treasures, and everything will go according to plan. No, I still have a good time, and I climbed up step by step in my previous life. There is no reason why I can't do it in this life!
Song Qingshu is a persevering person, unless he dies, he will not give up any small hope.
She was ready to leave without saying goodbye, but before she left, she had to collect some interest from some people. Thinking of this, Song Qingshu squinted and looked at Zhou Zhiruo's back. Zhou Zhiruo, who was sitting in front, suddenly felt goosebumps all over her body, and could not help but tighten her clothes.
After nightfall, the group of four found an inn in a small town. After dinner, the two female disciples went back to their rooms to rest. Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly and followed Song Qingshu into her room. A bed with a somewhat unsightly face.
Following her gaze, Song Qingshu quickly understood what was going on, and said with a smile, "Zhiruo, sleep on your own bed tonight."
"What about you?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't expect Song Qingshu to be so eloquent, and her heart warmed, remembering that Song Qingshu had always been polite to her, even after getting married, she didn't do anything to go beyond her, thinking that she was carrying the agreement between him and Zhang Wuji, her face Two groups of blushes flew up immediately.
"I've laid the floor." Song Qingshu glanced at her cheek strangely.
"Then how? You've hurt your muscles and bones, and the cold on the ground will be too cold, which will leave the root of your illness." Zhou Zhiruo's words warmed Song Qingshu, and it seemed that she was not without a conscience.
"What if it's not like this." Song Qingshu glanced at the only bed, and the meaning was obvious, "Why don't we squeeze it?"
"How does this work?" Zhou Zhiruo's head immediately shook like a rattle. If he didn't make a future agreement with Zhang Wuji, maybe Zhou Zhiruo would agree to it after the couple's first meeting.
Anyway, everyone covered his own quilt, his martial arts were far superior to him, and he was not afraid of any bad thoughts from him.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, I'll go to the store and get some more mattresses to spread on the ground."
Thinking that one day she would abandon him and become the wife of the person he hated the most, Zhou Zhiruo felt a little guilty. Hearing what he said, she quickly got up: "Your injury is not healed yet, sit and rest, I'll go get it." When he was done, he hurried out the door.
When the shop owner saw that a girl like a fairy came to borrow the mattress, she was overjoyed, and very enthusiastically brought her a few beds. Before leaving, she looked at Zhou Zhiruo's back and asked, "Fairy, do you still want a quilt?"
Zhou Zhiruo was still a little happy until she returned to the room. Which woman doesn't like being praised by men for her beauty. She happily helps Song Qingshu tidy up the floor.
When the shop was finally finished, Zhou Zhiruo raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, Song Qingshu poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Zhiruo, it's hard work, drink some water."
Zhou Zhiruo happened to be a little thirsty, so she picked it up and drank it. The two chatted for a while, and then became cold again, Zhou Zhiruo had to say, "It's getting late, let's rest."
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