"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhang Wuji said in a low voice. Zhao Min thought that he wanted to try his best to cure Song Qingshu's injury to make up for his debt to Zhou Zhiruo, so she didn't say anything more.
"Miss Zhao, don't worry. If he can't be cured, then Song Mou is fated to not be able to escape this disaster. Song Mou won't blame anyone." Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhao Min. When did Song Qingshu become so open-minded?
Zhou Zhiruo also felt a little strange, but she had a guilty conscience, so she didn't think too much about it. She echoed, "As long as Zhang Jiaozhu tries his best, we husband … husband and wife will definitely remember it in our hearts."
At first, Song Qingshu was a little worried that Zhang Wuji wanted to take the opportunity to kill him. But on second thought, he promised to cure him in front of so many people today. If he couldn't be cured, then so be it. But if he died, considering that everyone knew about what happened between him and Zhou Zhiruo in the past, he was afraid that everyone in the martial arts world would think that Zhang Wuji killed his husband and stole his wife, and was a shameless villain.
In the following period of time, Zhang Wuji often came to treat Song Qingshu with acupuncture, medicine, and Qi to cure his injury. He was busy here and there, and after a few days, his inner force was greatly consumed.
On the contrary, Song Qingshu felt a little guilty. He thought that Zhang Wuji had been very kind to his rival in love.
"Take your medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo came over with a bowl of black traditional Chinese medicine. She lifted his head and fed it to him.
Nestled against Zhou Zhiruo's body, feeling the elasticity of her body and the faint fragrance, Song QingShu felt a little restless. During this period of time, he hadn't relaxed his vigilance at all. Every night, he was on guard against Zhang Wuji coming to steal a woman's fragrance like last time. After a few days, nothing strange happened, and no one came to poke his acupoints. He then thought about how that Princess Zhao Min wasn't an ordinary character. She had a smooth and slick heart. This time, she clearly knew that Zhang Wuji often came into contact with Zhou Zhiruo. If he could come here every night without her knowing, then Zhao Min wouldn't be worthy of the title of "Matchless Wit."
I haven't seen Zhou Zhiruo for a few days, and that part of her seems to have grown bigger again. He smiled evilly. Suddenly, Song Qingshu thought of a terrifying conjecture, and his smile froze.
"Zhiruo, I'm going out to relieve myself." Song Qingshu pretended to be shy and said.
Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips into a smile. She stood up, tidied up her dress, and moved out of the way. Song Qingshu jogged all the way to the bathroom. He carefully looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone around. He hurriedly reached out to his throat and scratched it. He immediately spat out all of the medicine he just drank.
It turned out that Song Qingshu had noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest was getting fuller by the day. He suddenly remembered that a young girl's part would only become plump after being nourished by rain and dew.
In the past, because it was broad daylight, Song Qingshu let his guard down. Now that he thought about it, every time he drank the medicine, he would be in a daze for a period of time. At the time, he thought that it would be like the side effects of taking some western medicine in his previous life.
So, he didn't take it to heart.
Not long after he returned to his room, Song Qingshu pretended to be tired. His eyelids seemed to close, and he quickly fell asleep.
"Qingshu? Qingshu?" Zhou Zhiruo gently pushed him a few times.
"No need to shout. He's been poisoned by my modified Tendon Weakening Powder. He won't wake up within two hours." At this moment, Zhang Wuji's voice sounded. Song Qingshu was shocked, and then a few of his vital acupoints were sealed.
Hearing their voices, Song Qingshu understood that the two of them had hooked up. The anger in his heart erupted like a volcano. Hahaha, he was really naive. He thought that they wanted to save him. Who knew that it was just a cover for them to have an affair.
"Mmm ~" A coquettish groan sounded. Zhou Zhiruo's voice sounded, "Scoundrel, you're hurting me."
"Then I'll be gentler?" At this moment, Zhang Wuji's voice sounded so hateful and shameless to Song Qingshu.
After being influenced by some modern Japanese movies, Song Qingshu's mind was already filled with a lot of unbearable scenes. His heart was blank. Now, all that was left in him was monstrous hatred and crazy thoughts of revenge.
This kind of betrayal, then slowly forgiving, and finally realizing that it was betrayal again. That kind of hatred simply increased geometrically.
Song Qingshu's eyes were tightly shut. How could he know that Zhang Wuji just held Zhou Zhiruo's hand too tightly just now, causing her to cry out in pain?
"You really … itch … Can you really cure Qingshu?" Zhou Zhiruo used Qinggong to dodge the hot breath that Zhang Wuji blew towards her ear. Her delicate and timid question immediately made Song Qingshu come back to his senses. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
"You also know that that was just an excuse for me to meet you." Zhang Wuji was silent for a while, but still admitted it.
"Sigh, Qingshu will definitely be sad." Zhou Zhiruo faintly sighed. During this period of time, she and Zhang Wuji were like a pair of lovers in love. They often played around. Although everything was limited to etiquette and there was no skin contact, apart from the sweetness, she still felt very sorry for Song Qingshu.
"Why? Do you care about him that much?" Zhang Wuji was a little jealous.
"Brother Wuji, you clearly know how he feels about you. I am a married woman, and I have already … done this with you behind my husband's back, and you still make this kind of joke." Zhou Zhiruo was instantly like a pear blossom in tears, and her tone was full of hidden bitterness.
"I was wrong, okay, Sister Zhiruo." Zhang Wuji hurriedly apologized.
"Brother Wuji, we can't always be like this." Zhou Zhiruo slapped away Zhang Wuji's hand that reached over. She thought in her heart that before they got married, she could not let him touch her no matter what. The nature of a woman always told her that for a man, what he could not get was always the best.
"Well, Minmin also has some doubts." Zhang Wuji nodded. "Tomorrow, I will announce that Brother Song's injury can't be cured. At that time, you can go back to Mount Emei first."
"Minmin, Minmin, you only care about your Minmin." Zhou Zhiruo was a little angry. "During this period of time, I thought that you and I were closer. I didn't expect that you still miss her more."
"Zhiruo, I really love you both," Zhang Wuji said. "I will not leave her, and I will also say in front of her that I will not give up on you."
"Then when will you tell her the truth?" Zhou Zhiruo felt a little wronged. "I have already agreed to follow the story of Ehuang and Nüying with her. What else does she want?"
？ Song Qingshu did not expect that Zhou Zhiruo would make such a decision. For a moment, he was angry and regretful.
"You also know that Minmin is a little headstrong. In addition, you have some misunderstandings before. Now our Ming Dynasty and her father, Prince Ruyang, are fighting fiercely in the Western Region. If she runs back to help her father out of anger, our Ming Dynasty will be in danger. You also know her means." Zhang Wuji told her the reason. Zhou Zhiruo's anger finally calmed down.
"Then you won't tell her for the rest of your life. Are we going to sneak around like this for the rest of our lives?" Zhou Zhiruo was not so easy to fool.
"Don't worry. As long as the war in the Western Region is settled, our Ming Dynasty will take over the world. In the future, the Eastern Palace and the Western Palace will be left to you two." Zhang Wuji's words surprised Song Qingshu. Why did this Zhang Wuji look like Zhang Wuji in the movie version of Jet Li? He was shrewd and ambitious.
"Humph! At that time, who will be the Eastern Palace and who will be the Western Palace? "Zhou Zhiruo looked at him with a faint smile.
"Let's see which of you can give me a son first …"
A period of fooling around began again. Chapter 9 The Eve of Revenge
Song QingShu pondered in his heart: Zhang Wuji's martial art skill was matchless, and he was also the Cult Leader of the Ming Cult. The fact that the Ming Cult was able to stand on equal footing with the Mongolians in the Western Region, it was obvious that they were very powerful. Song QingShu was now a cripple; he did not have any martial art skill, nor did he have any power; how could he take revenge? For a moment, he felt powerless all over.
However, Zhou Zhiruo's coquettish words from time to time were like war drums that stimulated his fighting spirit bit by bit. Song Qingshu slowly calmed down and sorted out his thoughts.
His meridians were broken. He could think of a way to fix them. He could still remember the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber. Coupled with his familiarity with the martial arts in this world, it would not be difficult for him to master the peerless martial arts. Then, he could find those few treasures. The world was in chaos now. It would be easy for him to gather a force and finally fight it out with Zhang Wuji …
As his thoughts became clearer, Song Qingshu's mood gradually calmed down. He had thought of secretly informing Zhao Min to come over and capture him. However, when he thought about how Zhou Zhiruo had agreed to share a husband with the two girls, it was hard to guarantee that Zhao Min would act on impulse and do the same thing. If he was exposed, the three of them would definitely not tolerate him … Just thinking about it made him shudder.
The next day, in front of everyone, when Zhang Wuji regretfully announced that he was powerless to fix his broken meridians, Zhou Zhiruo was a little worried that Song Qingshu would lose his composure. However, she did not expect that Song Qingshu would calmly take a sip of tea and calmly say, "This is the will of the heavens. Song Mou cannot blame anyone else. I have troubled Zhang Jiaozhu for this period of time."
This time, even Zhao Min looked at him with some surprise. Song Qingshu smiled faintly in response, but his heart was in turmoil. He kept perfecting his revenge plan in the future.
This was the ability that he had trained in the society in his previous life. Unless the outcome of the battle was already decided, he would never expose his resentment in advance so that his opponent would be on guard.
After chatting for a while, Zhang Wuji had to lead a group of people and leave early because of the urgency of the war in the Western Region. Zhou Zhiruo ordered the disciples to pack up and also set foot on the road back to Mount Emei.
"Sect Leader seems to have become more and more beautiful recently." Two young female disciples sincerely flattered Zhou Zhiruo along the way.
Before, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, but there was always a gloomy look between her eyebrows, which made people feel a little afraid. Now, there was always a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth. In comparison, she was indeed a bit more beautiful than before.
"Zhiruo is a natural beauty, of course she will become more and more beautiful." Song Qingshu gently held Zhou Zhiruo's small hand and looked at her affectionately. Feeling her smooth and tender skin, he sneered in his heart. The disciples did not know the reason, but he was very clear. These days, Zhou Zhiruo was nourished by the essence of Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Energy every day, so of course she became more charming.
Because there were disciples watching, Zhou Zhiruo was embarrassed to directly pull her hand back. After all, he was her husband. However, there was some impatience in her heart, and her eyes gradually began to become cold.
Song QingShu felt that it was enough, so he let go of her hands. Chapter 9: Revenge
Song Qingshu pondered in his heart, Zhang Wuji's martial arts were matchless, and he was also the sect leader of the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty was able to stand up to the Mongols in the Western Region, so it was obvious that they were very powerful. Now that he was a cripple, he had no martial arts, and no power, how could he take revenge? For a moment, a feeling of helplessness spread throughout his body.
However, Zhou Zhiruo's occasional coquettish words were like a war drum, slowly stimulating his fighting spirit. Song Qingshu slowly calmed down and sorted out his thoughts.
Since his meridians were broken, he just had to think of a way to repair them. Previously, he could still roughly remember the Nine Yin Manual and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber. In addition to his familiarity with the martial arts in this world, it would not be difficult for him to master the peerless martial arts. Then, he would find those few treasures. Now that the world was in chaos, it would be very easy to gather a force, and finally, he would have a showdown with Zhang Wuji …
As his thoughts became clearer, Song Qingshu's emotions slowly calmed down. He had also thought of secretly informing Zhao Min to come over and capture him, but when he thought about how Zhou Zhiruo could agree to share the same husband with the two girls, it was hard to guarantee that Zhao Min would do the same thing on a whim. If he was exposed by then, the three of them would definitely not tolerate him … Just thinking about it made him shudder.
The next day, in front of everyone, when Zhang Wuji regretfully announced that he was powerless to do anything about his broken meridians, Zhou Zhiruo was a little worried that Song Qingshu would lose his composure. However, she did not expect that Song Qingshu would calmly take a sip of tea and calmly say, "This is the will of the heavens, Song Mou can't blame anyone else. I have troubled Zhang Jiaozhu during this period of time."
This time, even Zhao Min looked at him with some surprise. Song Qingshu smiled faintly in response, but his heart was in turmoil, constantly perfecting his revenge plan in the future.
This was the ability that he had trained in the society in his previous life. Unless the outcome of the battle was already decided, he would never expose his resentment in advance, so that the opponent would be on guard early.
After chatting for a while, because of the urgency of the war in the Western Region, Zhang Wuji had no choice but to leave early with a group of people. Zhou Zhiruo ordered the disciples to pack their luggage, and also set foot on the road back to Mount Emei.
"Sect Leader seems to have become more and more beautiful recently." Along the way, two young female disciples sincerely flattered Zhou Zhiruo.
Before, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, but there was always a gloomy look between her eyebrows, which made people feel a little afraid. But now, there was always a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth. In comparison, she was indeed a bit more beautiful than before.
"Zhiruo is a natural beauty, of course she will become more and more beautiful." Song Qingshu gently pulled Zhou Zhiruo's small hand, looking at her affectionately. Feeling her smooth and tender skin, he sneered in his heart. The disciples did not know the reason, but he was very clear. For the past few days, Zhou Zhiruo had been nourished by the essence of Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Energy every day, so of course she was even more charming and moving.
Because there were disciples watching, Zhou Zhiruo was embarrassed to directly pull her hand back. After all, he was her husband. But in her heart, she was a little impatient, and her eyes gradually began to become cold.
Song QingShu felt that it was enough, so he let go of her hands. Chapter 9: Revenge
Song Qingshu pondered in his heart, Zhang Wuji's martial arts were matchless, and he was also the sect leader of the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty was able to stand up to the Mongols in the Western Region, so it was obvious that they were very powerful. Now that he was a cripple, he had no martial arts, and no power, how could he take revenge? For a moment, a feeling of powerlessness spread throughout his body.
But Zhou Zhiruo's occasional coquettish words were like a war drum, stimulating his fighting spirit bit by bit. Song Qingshu slowly calmed down and sorted out his thoughts.
Since his meridians were broken, he just had to think of a way to repair them. Previously, he could still roughly remember the Nine Yin Manual and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber. In addition to his familiarity with the martial treasury in this world, it would not be difficult to practice peerless martial arts. Then, he would find those few treasures. Now that the world was in chaos, it would be very easy to gather a force, and finally, he would have a showdown with Zhang Wuji …
As his thoughts became clearer, Song Qingshu's emotions slowly calmed down. He had also thought of secretly informing Zhao Min to come over and capture him, but when he thought of how Zhou Zhiruo could agree to share the same husband with the two girls, it was hard to guarantee that Zhao Min would do the same thing on a whim. If he were to be exposed, the three of them would definitely not tolerate him … Just thinking about it made him shudder.
The next day, in front of everyone, when Zhang Wuji regretfully announced that he was powerless to do anything about his broken meridians, Zhou Zhiruo was a little worried that Song Qingshu would lose his composure. But unexpectedly, Song Qingshu calmly took a sip of tea and said calmly, "This is the will of the heavens, Song Mou can't blame anyone else. I've troubled Zhang Jiaozhu for this period of time."
This time, even Zhao Min looked at him with some surprise. Song Qingshu smiled faintly in response, but his heart was in turmoil, constantly perfecting his revenge plan in the future.
This was the ability that he had trained in the society in his previous life. Unless the outcome of the battle was already decided, he would never expose his resentment in advance, so that the opponent would be on guard early.
After chatting for a while, because of the urgency of the war in the Western Region, Zhang Wuji had to lead a group of people to leave early. Zhou Zhiruo ordered the disciples to pack up and also set foot on the road back to Mount Emei.
"Sect Leader seems to have become more and more beautiful recently." Along the way, two young female disciples sincerely flattered Zhou Zhiruo.
Before, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, but there was always a gloomy expression between her eyebrows, which made people feel a little afraid. Now, there was always a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, in comparison, she was indeed a bit more beautiful than before.
"Zhiruo is a natural beauty, of course she will become more and more beautiful." Song Qingshu gently held Zhou Zhiruo's small hand and looked at her affectionately. Feeling her smooth and tender skin, he sneered in his heart. The disciples did not know the reason, but he was very clear. These days, Zhou Zhiruo was nourished by the essence of Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Energy every day, so of course she became more charming.
Because there were disciples watching, Zhou Zhiruo was embarrassed to directly pull her hand back. After all, he was her husband, but she was a little impatient in her heart, and her eyes gradually began to become cold.
Song QingShu felt that it was enough, so he let go of her hands. Chapter 9: Revenge
Song Qingshu pondered in his heart, Zhang Wuji's martial arts were matchless, and he was also the sect leader of the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty was able to stand up to the Mongols in the Western Region, so it was obvious that they were very powerful. Now that he was a cripple, he had no martial arts, and no power, how could he take revenge? For a moment, a feeling of powerlessness spread throughout his body.
However, Zhou Zhiruo's occasional coquettish words were like a war drum, stimulating his fighting spirit bit by bit. Song Qingshu slowly calmed down and sorted out his thoughts.
Since his meridians were broken, he just had to think of a way to repair them. Previously, he could still roughly remember the Nine Yin Manual and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber. In addition to his familiarity with the martial treasury in this world, it would not be difficult to practice peerless martial arts. Then, he would find those few treasures. Now that the world was in chaos, it would be very easy to gather a force, and finally, he would have a showdown with Zhang Wuji …
As his thoughts became clearer, Song Qingshu's emotions slowly calmed down. He had also thought of secretly informing Zhao Min to come over and capture him, but when he thought about how Zhou Zhiruo could agree to share the same husband with the two girls, it was hard to guarantee that Zhao Min would do the same thing on a whim. If he was exposed by then, the three of them would definitely not tolerate him … Just thinking about it made him shudder.
The next day, in front of everyone, when Zhang Wuji regretfully announced that he was powerless to do anything about his broken meridians, Zhou Zhiruo was a little worried that Song Qingshu would lose his composure. However, she did not expect that Song Qingshu would calmly take a sip of tea and calmly say, "This is the will of the heavens, Song Mou can't blame anyone else. I have troubled Zhang Jiaozhu during this period of time."
This time, even Zhao Min looked at him with some surprise. Song Qingshu smiled faintly in response, but his heart was in turmoil, constantly perfecting his revenge plan in the future.
This was the ability that he had trained in the society in his previous life. Unless the outcome of the battle was already decided, he would never expose his resentment in advance, so that the opponent would be on guard early.
After chatting for a while, because of the urgency of the war in the Western Region, Zhang Wuji had no choice but to leave early with a group of people. Zhou Zhiruo ordered the disciples to pack their luggage, and also set foot on the road back to Mount Emei.
"Sect Leader seems to have become more and more beautiful recently." Along the way, two young female disciples sincerely flattered Zhou Zhiruo.
Before, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, but there was always a gloomy look between her eyebrows, which made people feel a little afraid. But now, there was always a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth. In comparison, she was indeed a bit more beautiful than before.
"Zhiruo is a natural beauty, of course she will become more and more beautiful." Song Qingshu gently pulled Zhou Zhiruo's small hand, looking at her affectionately. Feeling her smooth and tender skin, he sneered in his heart. The disciples did not know the reason, but he was very clear. For the past few days, Zhou Zhiruo had been nourished by the essence of Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Energy every day, so of course she was even more charming and moving.
Because there were disciples watching, Zhou Zhiruo was embarrassed to directly pull her hand back. After all, he was her husband. But in her heart, she was a little impatient, and her eyes gradually began to become cold.
Song QingShu felt that it was enough, so he let go of her hands. Chapter 9: Revenge
Song Qingshu pondered in his heart, Zhang Wuji's martial arts were matchless, and he was also the sect leader of the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty was able to stand up to the Mongols in the Western Region, so it was obvious that they were very powerful. Now that he was a cripple, he had no martial arts, and no power, how could he take revenge? For a moment, a feeling of powerlessness spread throughout his body.
But Zhou Zhiruo's occasional coquettish words were like a war drum, stimulating his fighting spirit bit by bit. Song Qingshu slowly calmed down and sorted out his thoughts.
Since his meridians were broken, he just had to think of a way to repair them. Previously, he could still roughly remember the Nine Yin Manual and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber. In addition to his familiarity with the martial treasury in this world, it would not be difficult to practice peerless martial arts. Then, he would find those few treasures. Now that the world was in chaos, it would be very easy to gather a force, and finally, he would have a showdown with Zhang Wuji …
As his thoughts became clearer, Song Qingshu's emotions slowly calmed down. He had also thought of secretly informing Zhao Min to come over and capture him, but when he thought of how Zhou Zhiruo could agree to share the same husband with the two girls, it was hard to guarantee that Zhao Min would do the same thing on a whim. If he were to be exposed, the three of them would definitely not tolerate him … Just thinking about it made him shudder.
The next day, in front of everyone, when Zhang Wuji regretfully announced that he was powerless to do anything about his broken meridians, Zhou Zhiruo was a little worried that Song Qingshu would lose his composure. However, she did not expect that Song Qingshu would calmly take a sip of tea and calmly say, "This is the will of the heavens, Song Mou can't blame anyone else. I have troubled Zhang Jiaozhu during this period of time."
This time, even Zhao Min looked at him with some surprise. Song Qingshu smiled faintly in response, but his heart was in turmoil, constantly perfecting his revenge plan in the future.
This was the ability that he had trained in the society in his previous life. Unless the outcome of the battle was already decided, he would never expose his resentment in advance, so that the opponent would be on guard early.
After chatting for a while, because of the urgency of the war in the Western Region, Zhang Wuji had no choice but to leave early with a group of people. Zhou Zhiruo ordered the disciples to pack their luggage, and also set foot on the road back to Mount Emei.
"Sect Leader seems to have become more and more beautiful recently." Along the way, two young female disciples sincerely flattered Zhou Zhiruo.
Before, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, but there was always a gloomy look between her eyebrows, which made people feel a little afraid. But now, there was always a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth. In comparison, she was indeed a bit more beautiful than before.
"Zhiruo is a natural beauty, of course she will become more and more beautiful." Song Qingshu gently pulled Zhou Zhiruo's small hand, looking at her affectionately. Feeling her smooth and tender skin, he sneered in his heart. The disciples did not know the reason, but he was very clear. For the past few days, Zhou Zhiruo had been nourished by the essence of Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Energy every day, so of course she was even more charming and moving.
Because there were disciples watching, Zhou Zhiruo was embarrassed to directly pull her hand back. After all, he was her husband. But in her heart, she was a little impatient, and her eyes gradually began to become cold.
Song QingShu felt that it was enough, so he let go of her hands. Chapter 9: Revenge
Song Qingshu pondered in his heart, Zhang Wuji's martial arts were matchless, and he was also the sect leader of the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty was able to stand up to the Mongols in the Western Region, so it was obvious that they were very powerful. Now that he was a cripple, he had no martial arts, and no power, how could he take revenge? For a moment, a feeling of powerlessness spread throughout his body.
But Zhou Zhiruo's occasional coquettish words were like a war drum, stimulating his fighting spirit bit by bit. Song Qingshu slowly calmed down and sorted out his thoughts.
Since his meridians were broken, he just had to think of a way to repair them. Previously, he could still roughly remember the Nine Yin Manual and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber. In addition to his familiarity with the martial treasury in this world, it would not be difficult to practice peerless martial arts. Then, he would find those few treasures. Now that the world was in chaos, it would be very easy to gather a force, and finally, he would have a showdown with Zhang Wuji …
As his thoughts became clearer, Song Qingshu's emotions slowly calmed down. He had also thought of secretly informing Zhao Min to come over and capture him, but when he thought of how Zhou Zhiruo could agree to share the same husband with the two girls, it was hard to guarantee that Zhao Min would do the same thing on a whim. If he were to be exposed, the three of them would definitely not tolerate him … Just thinking about it made him shudder.
The next day, in front of everyone, when Zhang Wuji regretfully announced that he was powerless to do anything about his broken meridians, Zhou Zhiruo was a little worried that Song Qingshu would lose his composure. But unexpectedly, Song Qingshu calmly took a sip of tea and said calmly, "This is the will of the heavens, Song Mou can't blame anyone else. I've troubled Zhang Jiaozhu for this period of time."
This time, even Zhao Min looked at him with some surprise. Song Qingshu smiled faintly in response, but his heart was in turmoil, constantly perfecting his revenge plan in the future.
This was the ability that he had trained in the society in his previous life. Unless the outcome of the battle was already decided, he would never expose his resentment in advance, so that the opponent would be on guard early.
After chatting for a while, because of the urgency of the war in the Western Region, Zhang Wuji had to lead a group of people to leave early. Zhou Zhiruo ordered the disciples to pack up and also set foot on the road back to Mount Emei.
"Sect Leader seems to have become more and more beautiful recently." Along the way, two young female disciples sincerely flattered Zhou Zhiruo.
Before, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, but there was always a gloomy look between her eyebrows, which made people feel a little afraid. Now, there was always a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, in comparison, she was indeed a bit more beautiful than before.
"Zhiruo is a natural beauty, of course she will become more and more beautiful." Song Qingshu gently held Zhou Zhiruo's small hand and looked at her affectionately. Feeling her smooth and tender skin, he sneered in his heart. The disciples did not know the reason, but he was very clear. These days, Zhou Zhiruo received the essence nourishment of Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Zhen Qi every day, so of course she became more and more charming.
Because there were disciples watching, Zhou Zhiruo was embarrassed to directly pull her hand back. After all, he was her husband. But in her heart, she was a little impatient, and her eyes gradually began to become cold.
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