Song Qingshu put on his clothes and got out of bed. He felt that his steps were light and weak. He thought to himself, "It's really terrible. Femme Fatale really lives up to her name."
Looking back at Zhou Zhiruo lying there powerlessly, Song Qingshu squatted down and stroked her face with his fingers. "My wife, I love you so much. How could I bear to kill you? Don't worry, your internal strength will recover after dawn."
No matter how angry he was, after being tormented six times, it was almost extinguished. Zhou Zhiruo looked at him with a complicated expression and said coldly, "You will regret it."
"Even if I die in your hands in the end, I will not regret it." He picked up his luggage and walked out. When he went out, he seemed to think of something. He turned back and said, "Don't blame me for reminding you. Now, except for you and me, no one else knows what happened tonight. You won't be so stupid as to tell the truth to Zhang Wuji, will you?"
Time passed slowly, and the sky began to brighten. Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes and suddenly sat up on the bed. The numbness and pain coming from below almost made her lie down again. Zhou Zhiruo grabbed the bed casually and smashed it. She gritted her teeth and said, "Song Qingshu, I will definitely make you die a horrible death."
"Yawn!" Song Qingshu, who was dozens of miles away, sneezed. He looked up at the sky and said with a bitter smile, "I'm afraid that woman has already woken up. Was my behavior a bit too cruel and unscrupulous?"
Although he knew that if Zhou Zhiruo caught him, he would definitely die. If she really had something with Zhang Wuji, he might really be ruthless enough to get rid of her to avoid future troubles. Now that he knew that he was her first man, how could he still do it?
Besides, even if he was a cruel and merciless person, he was not a stupid person. He clearly considered that killing Zhou Zhiruo would do more harm than good, so he let her go.
Now, Zhou Zhiruo was the only one in the world who would quietly chase after him. She didn't dare to make it public. On the contrary, if he killed Zhou Zhiruo and he disappeared, then he would become the biggest suspect. The whole world would think that he killed his wife. Not to mention Zhang Wuji and Emperor Emei's endless pursuit, the whole world would despise him. At that time, his reputation would be completely ruined.
Don't underestimate the word "reputation". in the ancient world, with a bad reputation, one might not be able to turn it around for the rest of his life. can Wu Sangui... no matter what Wu Sangui did, there would be a lot of people jumping out to drag him. This was the inevitable result of a bad reputation. Song Qingshu still wanted to make a big achievement in today's chaotic world. How could he be so unwise and bear the bad reputation of killing his wife?
Song Qingshu guessed that Zhou Zhiruo was already on the way to kill him. When he mentioned the world's Four Great Miracle Doctors, Zhou Zhiruo should also be able to guess that he was going to find them to treat his meridians.
Hu Qingniu was dead. The remaining three Great Miracle Doctors, Ping Yizhi of Kaifeng was the closest to here, followed by Miracle Doctor Xue of Songzhou City. The whereabouts of the Poison Hand King Of Medicine was the most secretive. Ordinary people simply didn't know where to go.
Where to find him? However, this was not a problem for Song Qingshu. As a modern person, he was familiar with the plot of the golden book. He was very clear that the King Of Medicine's Manor was located in the White Horse Temple in the Dongting Lake basin. It was in the Wuchang-Yueyang area.
Zhou Zhiruo would definitely go to Kaifeng and Songzhou first. Finally, she would look for the illusory King Of Medicine's Manor. He should be safe for a short period of time. Song Qingshu's heart calmed down. He strode in the direction of the Dongting Lake.
After half a month of rushing, Song Qingshu finally arrived in the vicinity of the Dongting Lake basin. He inquired about the location of the White Horse Temple in many cities. The people he asked all said that they had never heard of this place.
Hungry and thirsty, Song Qingshu found a tavern in town. He ordered some dishes and wine. While drinking to drown his sorrows, he pondered about his future.
It was no wonder that he was depressed. Not to mention whether the Poison Hand King Of Medicine could heal his meridians, he could not even find the White Horse Temple. Moreover, who knew how far the plot of the "Flying Fox on the Snowy Mountain" had developed. If the Poison Hand King Of Medicine, Master Wu Chen, was already dead, he would really want to cry but no tears would come out.
Song Qingshu did not have the ecstasy that the other time-travelers would have. He had only crossed over to this chaotic world because he was lucky to have survived. However, he did not have any feelings for this world. In this vast world, he was like a passerby with no relatives. (He had never treated Song Qingshu as his father. Moreover, the WuTang Sect had already cut off all relations with Song Qingshu because of the incident with Muo Shenggu. His meridians were also broken because of the WuTang Sect.) Speaking of which, the closest person to him was his nominal wife, Zhou Zhiruo. However, she was currently hunting him all over the world.
With a bitter smile, Song Qingshu suddenly felt that his life was filled with gloom. There was no joy in living.
"Get up and give up your seat for me." With a bang, a foot stepped on the stool beside Song Qingshu. A knife was also propped on the table as if to show off.
In the world of Wuxia, the restaurant was indeed a place where many things happened. Song Qingshu thought gloomily. He just did not expect that he would encounter this kind of thing. Looking at the other empty tables, Song Qingshu stared strangely at the few burly men around him. "Isn't there an empty seat next to you?"
"I want to sit in your seat." The man who was obviously the leader said, "The scenery here is good. If you know what's good for you, hurry up and move away from me. Otherwise, you will get beaten up."
The other men teased each other. "Our boss hates this kind of pompous young master the most. Today is his bad luck."
"This kid, he looks like a rabbit."
…
Song Qingshu laughed. He was in dire straits. Being bullied by Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo, who were the top figures in the world, was one thing.
Based on his experience from his previous life, he had at least four or five ways to avoid conflict in this kind of situation without being too cowardly. However, ever since he transmigrated, there had been a sense of depression in his heart. On top of that, he found out that this world was made up of Jin Yong's novels. Chapter 11: The Arduous Road of Escape
He had a vague sense of unreality. In his eyes, the people in this world were just lowly creatures.
As soon as he woke up, he found out that his meridians were all broken. Then, his wife in name was flirting with another man. If he touched her body, she would chase him all over the world to kill him. Now, if he had to bow down to this kind of NPC, he would really be the shame of transmigrators.
Song Qingshu smiled lightly. Ignoring the ruffians around him, he picked up his wine glass and slowly took a sip.
"Oh!" The leader of the ruffians laughed and slapped his wine glass to the ground. Song Qingshu was not angry. He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a shrimp, and slowly put it into his mouth.
"F * ck!" Realizing that he was being ignored, the ruffian next to him picked up a whistle stick as thick as a child's arm and hit him on the back.
"Pfft!" Song Qingshu staggered from the hit. He spat out the mouthful of wine he just drank, mixed with a trace of blood. When he made the decision just now, he was prepared to be beaten. Some things might seem ridiculous to others, but he had to persist.
Of course, he was not an idiot. If he was still north of the Yangtze River, he would not have dared to be so reckless. He knew that he was now in the prosperous area of the Great Song. Unlike the war-torn north, the deterrence of the government still existed here. These ruffians would at most beat him up, but they did not have the guts to kill him in public. Chapter 12: Xiao Long Nu's Son Is Already So Big
Song Qingshu stubbornly endured every punch and kick that landed on his body. As usual, he calmly picked at the food and drank the wine. However, under the punches and kicks of the ruffians, there was not a single bite of food or glass of wine that could enter his mouth.
"Good man!" At a table not far away, a boy about seven or eight years old slapped the table and stood up. He turned his head and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur coat, "Mother, I want to save him."
The ruffians were tired of fighting. The point was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead man, so they had no energy to beat him. At this time, when they heard someone standing up for him, they immediately stopped. When they found that it was a boy about seven or eight years old, they immediately burst into laughter. When they saw the face of the woman next to him, they suddenly became lustful.
The leader of the ruffians opened his mouth and teased, "Hey, where did such a beautiful girl come from? If you come and drink with me, I won't argue with you."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious. He grabbed a stool beside him and threw it at him.
The leader of the ruffians did not expect that he would make a move. Carelessly, he was smashed. In a rage, he ordered his brothers to attack, "Beat them to death. Don't touch that girl."
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was beaten black and blue, so he could not see clearly what was going on. He only saw a few strong men pouncing on a child.
Seeing the people pouncing on him, the boy did not panic. With a flash, he knocked down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After a few rounds of fighting, the crowd actually did not gain the slightest advantage.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy's moves were very short. Every time he raised his hands or kicked his feet, he did not move more than half a foot. But his moves were very precise, and he did not show any flaws. Therefore, the ruffians could not attack him at all.
Song Qingshu found that the boy's palm technique focused on defense, which was quite similar to the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu. In his heart, he wondered what the boy had to do with Wudang. Considering that he was an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first, so that it would not be awkward to talk.
However, he noticed that although the boy had the demeanor of a master, he was still very young. In terms of strength, he was at a disadvantage, and he was gradually falling into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. When the ruffians saw that they could not take down a child after so long, they felt a little embarrassed. One of them made up his mind, pulled out a knife, and slashed at the boy.
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was shocked. He grabbed a stool and rushed over. If the boy died because he tried to save him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman wrapped in a white fur coat also made a move. A white ribbon flew out, wrapped around the boy in the ring, and pulled him back, pulling him out of the ring. Chapter 12 Xiao Long Nu's son is already so big!
Song QingShu stubbornly withstood every punch and kick that landed on his body. He calmly picked at the dishes and drank the wine as usual. Although under the opponent's punches and kicks, not a single mouthful of food or a glass of wine could enter his mouth smoothly.
"Good man!" At a table not far away, a boy about seven or eight years old stood up and turned to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur coat, saying, "Mother, I want to save him."
The ruffians were tired of fighting, and the key point was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead man, so they had no energy to beat him. At this time, when they heard someone speak up, they immediately stopped. When they found that it was a seven or eight-year-old boy, they immediately burst into laughter. When they saw the face of the woman next to him, they suddenly became lustful.
The leader of the ruffians opened his mouth and teased, "Hey, where did such a beautiful girl come from? If you come and drink with me, I won't argue with you."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious. He grabbed a stool beside him and threw it at him.
The leader of the ruffians did not expect that the boy would make a move, and he was hit by the stool carelessly. In a rage, he ordered his brothers to attack, "Beat them to death! Don't touch the little girl."
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was beaten black and blue, so he could not see the situation clearly. He only saw a few strong men pouncing on a child.
Seeing the people pouncing on him, the boy did not panic. With a flash, he knocked down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After a few rounds of fighting, the crowd actually did not gain the slightest advantage.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy's moves were very short. Every time he raised his hands or kicked his feet, he did not move more than half a foot. But his moves were very precise, and he did not show any flaws. Therefore, the ruffians could not attack him at all.
Song Qingshu found that the boy's palm technique focused on defense, and it was quite similar to the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu. In his heart, he wondered what the boy had to do with Wudang. Considering that he was an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first, so that it would not be awkward to talk.
However, he noticed that although the boy had the demeanor of a master, he was still very young. In terms of strength, he was at a disadvantage, and he was gradually falling into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. When the ruffians saw that they could not take down a child after so long, they felt a little embarrassed. One of them made up his mind, pulled out a knife, and slashed at the boy.
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was shocked. He grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the boy died because he tried to save him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman wrapped in a white fur coat also made a move. A white silk belt flew out, wrapped around the boy in the ring, and pulled him back, pulling him out of the ring. Chapter 12 Xiao Long Nu's son is already so big!
Song Qingshu unyieldingly withstood every punch and kick that landed on his body, and calmly picked up food and drank wine as usual. Although under the punches and kicks of the ruffians, he could not even take a bite of food or a glass of wine.
"Good man!" At a table not far away, a boy about seven or eight years old stood up and turned to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur coat, saying, "Mother, I want to save him."
The ruffians were tired of fighting, and the key point was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead man, so they had no energy to beat him. At this time, when they heard that someone was standing up for him, they immediately stopped. When they found that it was a seven or eight-year-old boy, they immediately burst into laughter. When they saw the face of the woman next to him, they suddenly became lustful.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and teased, "Hey, where did this beautiful girl come from? If you come and have a drink with me, I won't argue with you."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious. He grabbed a bench and threw it at the ruffian.
The ruffian leader did not expect that the boy would make a move. Carelessly, he was smashed. In a rage, he called out to his brothers, "Beat them to death! Don't touch that little girl."
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was beaten black and blue, so he could not see the situation clearly. He only saw a few strong men pouncing on a child.
Seeing the people pouncing on him, the boy did not panic. In a flash, he knocked down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After a few rounds of fighting, the crowd actually did not gain the slightest advantage.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy's moves were very short. Every time he raised his hands or kicked his feet, he did not move more than half a foot. But his moves were very precise, and there was not a single flaw in his body. Therefore, the ruffians could not attack him at all.
Song Qingshu found that the boy's palm technique focused on defense, which was quite similar to the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu. In his heart, he also wondered what the boy had to do with Wudang. Considering that he was an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid the awkward conversation.
However, he noticed that although the boy had the demeanor of a master, he was, after all, still young. In terms of strength, he was at a disadvantage, and gradually fell into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. Seeing that they could not take down a child after so long, the ruffians were a little embarrassed. One of them made up his mind, pulled out a knife, and slashed at the boy.
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was shocked. He grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the boy died because he tried to save him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman in the white fur coat also made a move. A white ribbon flew out and wrapped around the boy in the circle. She pulled him back and pulled him out of the circle. Chapter 12 Xiao Long Nu's Son Has Grown Up
Song Qingshu unyieldingly withstood every punch and every kick that landed on his body. As usual, he calmly picked up the food and drank the wine. Although under the punches and kicks of the ruffians, almost no food or wine could enter his mouth smoothly.
"Good man!" At a table not far away, a boy about seven or eight years old stood up and turned to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur coat, saying, "Mother, I want to save him."
The ruffians were tired of fighting, and the key point was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead man, so they had no energy to beat him. At this time, when they heard someone speak up, they immediately stopped. When they found that it was a seven or eight-year-old boy, they immediately burst into laughter. When they saw the face of the woman next to him, they suddenly became lustful.
The leader of the ruffians opened his mouth and teased, "Yo, where did this beautiful girl come from? If you come and drink with me, I won't argue with you."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious. He grabbed a bench beside him and threw it at him.
The leader of the ruffians did not expect that he would make a move. Carelessly, he was smashed. In a rage, he ordered his brothers to attack, "Beat them to death! Don't touch that little girl."
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was beaten black and blue, so he could not see the situation clearly. He only saw a few strong men pouncing on a child.
Seeing the people pouncing on him, the boy did not panic. With a flash, he knocked down one of the ruffians, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After a few rounds of fighting, the crowd did not gain the slightest advantage.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy's moves were very short. Every time he raised his hands or kicked his feet, he did not move more than half a foot. But his moves were very precise, and he did not show any flaws. Therefore, the ruffians could not attack him at all.
Song Qingshu found that the boy's palm technique focused on defense, which was quite similar to the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu. In his heart, he wondered what the boy had to do with Wudang. Considering that he was an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first, so that it would not be awkward to talk.
However, he noticed that although the boy had the demeanor of a master, he was still very young. In terms of strength, he was at a disadvantage, and he was gradually falling into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. When the ruffians saw that they could not take down a child after so long, they felt a little embarrassed. One of them made up his mind, pulled out a knife, and slashed at the boy.
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was shocked. He grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the boy died because he tried to save him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman in the white fur coat also made a move. A white ribbon flew out and wrapped around the boy in the circle. She pulled him back and pulled him out of the circle. Chapter 12 Xiao Long Nu's Son Has Grown Up
Song QingShu stubbornly withstood every punch and kick that landed on his body. He calmly picked at the dishes and drank the wine as usual. Although under the opponent's punches and kicks, not a single mouthful of food or a glass of wine could enter his mouth smoothly.
"Good man!" At a table not far away, a boy about seven or eight years old stood up and turned to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur coat, saying, "Mother, I want to save him."
The ruffians were tired of fighting, and the key point was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead man, so they had no energy to beat him. At this time, when they heard someone speak up, they immediately stopped. When they found that it was a seven or eight-year-old boy, they immediately burst into laughter. When they saw the face of the woman next to him, they suddenly became lustful.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and teased, "Hey, where did this beautiful girl come from? If you come and drink with me, I won't argue with you."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious. He grabbed the bench beside him and threw it at him.
The ruffian leader did not expect that he would make a move. Carelessly, he was smashed. In a rage, he called out to his brothers, "Beat them to death! Don't touch that little girl."
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was beaten black and blue, so he could not see the situation clearly. He only saw a few strong men pouncing on a child.
Seeing the people pouncing on him, the boy did not panic. With a flash, he knocked down one of the ruffians, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After a few rounds of fighting, the crowd did not gain the slightest advantage.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy's moves were very short. Every time he raised his hands or kicked his feet, he did not move more than half a foot. But his moves were very precise, and he did not show any flaws. Therefore, the ruffians could not attack him at all.
Song Qingshu found that the boy's palm technique focused on defense, which was quite similar to the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu. In his heart, he wondered what the boy had to do with Wudang. Considering that he was an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid the awkward conversation.
However, he noticed that although the boy had the demeanor of a master, he was, after all, still young. In terms of strength, he was at a disadvantage, and gradually fell into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. Seeing that they could not take down a child after so long, the ruffians were a little embarrassed. One of them made up his mind, pulled out a knife, and slashed at the boy.
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was shocked. He grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the boy died because he tried to save him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman in the white fur coat also made a move. A white ribbon flew out and wrapped around the boy in the circle. She pulled him back and pulled him out of the circle. Chapter 12 Xiao Long Nu's Son Has Grown Up
Song QingShu stubbornly withstood every punch and kick that landed on his body. He calmly picked at the dishes and drank the wine as usual. Although under the opponent's punches and kicks, not a single mouthful of food or a glass of wine could enter his mouth smoothly.
"Good man!" At a table not far away, a boy about seven or eight years old stood up and turned to a beautiful woman wrapped in white fur next to him. "Mother, I want to save him."
The ruffians were tired of fighting, and the key point was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead man, so they had no energy to beat him. At this time, when they heard someone standing up for him, they immediately stopped. When they found that it was a seven or eight-year-old boy, they immediately burst into laughter. When they saw the face of the woman next to him, they suddenly became lustful.
The leader of the ruffians opened his mouth and teased, "Hey, where did such a beautiful girl come from? If you come and drink with me, I won't argue with you."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious. He grabbed the bench beside him and threw it at him.
The leader of the ruffians did not expect that he would make a move. Carelessly, he was smashed. In a rage, he ordered his brothers to attack, "Beat them to death! Don't touch the little girl."
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was beaten black and blue, so he could not see the situation clearly. He only saw a few strong men pouncing on a child.
Seeing the people pouncing on him, the boy did not panic. With a flash, he knocked down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After a few rounds of fighting, the crowd actually did not gain the slightest advantage.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy's moves were very short. Every time he raised his hands or kicked his feet, he did not move more than half a foot. But his moves were very precise, and he did not show any flaws. Therefore, the ruffians could not attack him at all.
Song Qingshu found that the boy's palm technique focused on defense, which was quite similar to the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu. In his heart, he wondered what the boy had to do with Wudang. Considering his identity as a expelled disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid the awkward conversation.
However, he noticed that although the boy had the demeanor of a master, he was, after all, still young. In terms of strength, he was at a disadvantage, and gradually fell into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. The ruffians saw that after so long, they still could not take down a child, and felt a little embarrassed. One of them made up his mind, pulled out a knife, and slashed at the boy.
"Watch out!" Song Qingshu was shocked. He grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the boy died because he tried to save him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.
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