Qingshu Wuji

Song Qingshu had no choice but Zhang Wuji said that he tapped his acupoints because he was afraid that he would injure the bones of his feet and suffer from sequelae.But Song Qingshu found that being hugged in his arms caused too many attention salutes, and he couldn't help channeling Beiming's true energy. After a while, he untied the acupoints on his body and turned his face to Zhang Wuji's arms. net.

Song Qingshu felt that Zhang Wuji's arms holding him were tightened because of his movement, and he suddenly felt that the little Maotou had grown into such a big person, and he could carry him so far without any hesitation. way.

Song Qingshu was thinking about things in his mind randomly, but he also felt that Zhang Wuji's chest no longer felt as cold as it used to be, and the Nine Yang True Qi all over his body exuded a thick sunshine-like warmth, and he felt sleepy for a while.The male and female disciples of the Emei Sect who were traveling with them, no matter they were on their way to rest, if they had to talk, otherwise they would not say a word, as if they were all dumb.Song Qingshu couldn't help but fell into a deep sleep under extreme boredom.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in an inn, smelling a scent of tea, and almost burst into tears immediately.

It was not easy for him to finally return to civilization.

Song Qingshu turned his head, looked aside, and found that Zhang Wuji was sitting by the bed, staring at him blankly with a cup of tea.Song Qingshu's first reaction was to reach out to touch whether the human skin mask on his face was still there.

Huh, it's still there, Song Qingshu is relieved.Although he made up his mind to conceal his identity, he always felt guilty towards Zhang Wuji.He broke the silence with a light cough, "Where are we?"

Zhang Wuji came back to his senses in a shock, helped Song Qingshu to sit up slowly, carefully placed a cushion behind him, and then said: "We are resting in a town for one night, and I am asking the Emei faction to buy herbs By the way, let them buy herbs for your leg injuries, which are much more effective than the ones we used in the mountains."

Song Qingshu took the tea he handed over and asked before he had time to drink it: "Then where are they from the Emei Sect?"

"They will leave tomorrow, we will stay here, and I will accompany you to recuperate." Zhang Wuji said naturally.

Song Qingshu frowned and Emei sent them to go to Guangmingding. If Zhang Wuji didn't go, more people would definitely die, so he said immediately: "Let's go with them, Emei sent so many people out, there must be something wrong event."

Zhang Wuji took a deep look at him, seeing what he said, he didn't refute what he meant, but said: "I'm afraid your leg injury might go wrong."

"Cough, then I'm sorry... hug me." Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly, thinking of the situation along the way today, he was glad that he was wearing a human skin mask, otherwise he would lose his face.

Zhang Wuji smiled slightly when he heard the words, and said nothing more.

Only when he saw Zhang Wuji's smile, Song Qingshu was stunned. Only then did he realize that it was the first time he saw Zhang Wuji's smile during the five days of reunion with Zhang Wuji.

But how?When he was a child, he obviously liked to laugh.

Song Qingshu stared at him blankly, vaguely thinking that this might have something to do with him, but he couldn't tell why.

"Drink your tea quickly, or it will be cold." Zhang Wuji reminded.

Song Qingshu withdrew his gaze, took a sip of the fragrant tea, and when the familiar tea fragrance faded from his lips and teeth with the warm tea, he couldn't help closing his eyes and sighing softly.It seems to have gone back to many years ago, every time Zhang Wuji came back from sword practice, he would always make a cup of tea for him to drink.

Alas... At that time, it was so beautiful!Now it has become such a big one in a blink of an eye...

"Senior, I've asked Xiaoer to put the hot water in, let me take a bath for you." Zhang Wuji's voice suddenly came, shattering Song Qingshu's fond memories.

Yes, he's just an old man now.

Song Qingshu quickly put himself into the role, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't bother, you can wash it yourself."

Zhang Wuji said indifferently: "It is said that tomorrow the Emei faction will continue to travel westward, and if they go further into the desert, there will be no towns to rest in. Can senior continue to endure the suffering of uncleanness?"

can not stand it!Song Qingshu thought dully, since he broke his leg, he hasn't bathed for five days.This made him who always loves to be clean very uncomfortable, but... but... "Then just wipe yourself off, how can I take a shower like this?"

But Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "Then leave it to me." After finishing speaking, he took the teacup from Song Qingshu's hand, and hugged him by the waist without saying a word.

Behind the screen, there was a huge wooden barrel. There was very little water in the barrel, because one side of the barrel was cut off, and it was obviously much shorter. It seemed that he wanted to put his feet outside.Song Qingshu felt relieved now, and let Zhang Wuji put him in the barrel together with his clothes, and then he consciously began to take off the wet clothes.

He didn't notice that the breath of the people behind him was getting thicker and thicker because of his movement.

When Song Qingshu took off all his clothes, he realized that the skin on his body was too young, and he didn't look like the 50-[-]-year-old appearance on the human skin mask.But what can he do if he takes off all the clothes?Besides, when Zhang Wuji helped him heal his foot injury, he must have discovered it too.

Song Qingshu didn't care about this at the moment, and hurriedly wanted to wet his body with a towel, but was stopped by Zhang Wuji: "I'll help you wash your face first."

Song Qingshu shook immediately, washing his face?God knows if this human skin mask will fall off after washing?He refused repeatedly: "No, no, I'll do it myself." After saying that, he dabbed it with a towel indiscriminately, but when he finished washing, he found that Zhang Wuji was looking at him straight.

Uh, he didn't seem to wash off the mask, did he?Song Qingshu blinked his eyes, he thought he was hiding well.

But what Song Qingshu didn't know was that the only weakness of this human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wings was that it couldn't get wet.Once it gets wet with water, the elasticity of the mask will disappear, and it will completely fit the facial features of the wearer, more like a transparent mask.Only after the water in the mask is completely dry can it be recovered.

So in Zhang Wuji's eyes, after washing his face, this ugly middle-aged man has become the senior brother he misses so much.That handsome face was the same as before, smiling softly at him.

Zhang Wuji's nose was sour, and he almost shed tears.For the past five years, he had dreamed almost every day that his senior brother was not dead. Now when he really appeared in front of him, he began to wonder if he was still dreaming.

In fact, he felt very strange when he jumped off the cliff and hit someone.

How could it be such a coincidence?Like waiting for him to jump off?If it wasn't a conspiracy, then only the brother who also jumped off the cliff would know the location.

So he watched him with a glimmer of hope.The moment Song Qingshu saw Miejue Shitai today, he let out a surprise because he was too surprised, and he didn't hide his voice, so Zhang Wuji recognized it immediately.

At that moment, Zhang Wuji felt that the world that had become black and white in his eyes suddenly became colorful again.

He didn't know why his senior brother didn't recognize him.Are you too disappointed in him?Still don't want to see him again?Why did he change his name to Wei Xiaobao?Could it be related to that Wang Baobao?

No, no matter what the reason is, he will never let the senior brother go away again.

Song Qingshu felt uneasy under Zhang Wuji's gaze, and when he was about to drive him out, he heard the person behind him say, "Lie down, I'll wash your hair for you."

Song Qingshu thought for a while, then followed his words and lay down in the tub.To be precise, it floated on the water.He looked at the cherishment and tenderness in Zhang Wuji's eyes above his head, and suddenly felt a little strange.

Shouldn't he be looking at the uncle's face now?Why does he have such an expression?

Song Qingshu felt that the sight was so hot that he couldn't look directly at it, so he closed his eyes to avoid it.

After washing his hair and helping him to sit up again, Song Qingshu found that the other's hand didn't stop, moving slowly with soap horns on his body, as if he was really washing his body, or caressing something General treasure.

Ever since Song Qingshu practiced the Little Wuxiang Kung Fu, his skin was extremely sensitive. Even with his eyes closed, he could still clearly feel the calluses on Zhang Wuji's palm.

Those hands, holding the soap locusts, slowly and carefully wash from the arms to the shoulders, from the back to the chest... Song Qingshu knew he shouldn't mind, but... the speed of his hands...was too slow and tortured people?

As the water vapor rose, it was unknown whose breathing became disordered first, or if it had been disordered long ago.