[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

After meeting Yu Daiyan, Song Qingshu was depressed all the time. It was not until the third day that Mo Shenggu personally taught him the Baihong sword technique with a sword, that he regained his spirit.Mo Shenggu has a rough personality, and his martial arts teaching is even more simple and rough.It happened that this was the first time that he taught others martial arts in person, and it was his elder brother Song Yuanqiao who personally instructed him, so the requirements for Song Qingshu were astonishingly high, no matter how powerful the moves were, there could be no mistakes.He only rehearses the sword skills he has learned once a day, and Song Qingshu learns them. If the sword moves are not in place, he will practice repeatedly until they are in place.

On the day Zhang Sanfeng came back, Song Qingshu was able to master the whole set of Baihong swordsmanship, only No.20's "Qi Swallowing Hongni" movement method could not satisfy Mo Shenggu, and he had stood by Mo Shenggu's order for three days .When Ming Zhan led the order to look for Mo Shenggu in front of Qiongtai Palace, Song Qingshu stood with his right leg on the ground and his left leg backwards, his upper body parallel to the ground, his right arm holding the sword and pointing forward for almost an hour and a half. A stone mill weighing ten catties was hung.Seeing Song Qingshu standing motionless under the sun, the sweat on his body dripping down on the ground like rain, Ming Zhan couldn't help turning his eyes to Mo Shenggu with a horrified face and said: "Seventh Master Uncle, Grand Master has arrived at the foot of the mountain, Master, please hurry to greet me."

Mo Shenggu wondered: "Only Master came back?"

Ming Zhan thought for a while, and answered, "Grand Master has a little girl with him, about ten years old." Before he finished speaking, he heard a plop behind him, and Song Qingshu couldn't hold on. Lying on the ground, not only the long sword was out of his hand, but also the stone mill hanging from the tip of the sword flew to nowhere, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

"Where's Wuji?" Mo Shenggu frowned when he saw Song Qingshu fell to the ground, "Why did you persist for so long? Don't practice for now, follow me to greet Grand Master."

Ming Zhan really couldn't bear to look back at Song Qingshu's miserable situation, so he only replied: "I have never seen Senior Brother Zhang by Grand Master's side."

Mo Shenggu nodded and walked down the mountain with big strides, saying as he walked, "Starting tomorrow, I will stand for one more hour every day!"

Song Qingshu, who had just struggled to get up, fell down again upon hearing this.

Ming Zhan followed Mo Shenggu for two steps, and after thinking about it, he turned around to help the disgraced Song Qingshu.Song Qingshu has always been proud and self-respecting, and his words and deeds are really personable, not like a martial artist, but more like a noble son.But seeing him in such a mess now, I really couldn't help but sympathize. "Senior Brother Song, do you want me to report to Master?" Originally, Song Qingshu's martial arts had always been taught by Song Yuanqiao, but after performing martial arts in the Zhenwu Hall that day, he suddenly decided to hand over the task of teaching Song Qingshu to Mo Shenggu.Thinking about it, I was also afraid that I would not be ruthless and delay my son's talent.

Song Qingshu's face turned blue and white, his eyes were red and shallow, and finally he lowered his head and sighed: "It's still...no need!"

Ming Zhan looked at him with complicated eyes for a long time, and almost said "I'm sorry for you!", but in the end he patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's hard work!"

After Song Qingshu finished washing and changing clothes, Zhang Sanfeng had brought Zhou Zhiruo to Zixiao Hall.Song Qingshu still remembered the scene when he saw Zhou Zhiruo in his last life, she was obviously only a girl of about ten years old, her clothes were old, and she looked fearful and pitiful by the side of Grand Master.But I don't know why I lost my soul with just one glance, even the grand master turned a blind eye, and only her was the only one who was full of eyes.She had only lived in Wudang for three months, and he was so overwhelmed by her that even the Grand Master knew about it.Father was afraid that he would make a joke, so he discussed with Tai Shifu and hurriedly sent him to Emei.Since then, it's not that he has never met other women in the rivers and lakes, and it's not that his father didn't mention to make a marriage contract for him when he was married, but he refused.In my heart, I only think of her, I can only think of her!

After paying respects to Grand Master in a daze, Zhou Zhiruo took a step forward, and said charmingly, "Zhiruo has met Brother Song."

Song Qingshu stood there bewildered, his heart was beating wildly and his breathing was chaotic, in his eyes there was no one else but her, with a beautiful face, she was absolutely a stunning beauty fetus.His cheeks were flushed with blood and his ears were burning hot, and his head was so heavy that he seemed to be holding his hair with his hands.After a while, he vaguely remembered to return the gift, what should he say?That's right, he should have said: "Miss Zhou, you don't need to be polite." Just as he raised his hand, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Qingshu?" Song Yuanqiao called out strangely.

"Yeah?" Zhou Zhiruo shouted in amazement, her voice was really like an oriole.She knelt down to help Song Qingshu pick up the sword.

"I don't need you!" Song Qingshu seemed to have been awakened by Song Yuanqiao's sound, he gathered his mind and suddenly rushed forward, grabbed the sword guard in his arms and took a few steps back. "This is my own sword!" He held his sword tightly, as if it was the only way to rely on it.He didn't want to say to Zhou Zhiruo, "Miss Zhou, don't be too polite." He didn't want to pretend that nothing had happened, he just wanted to ask Zhou Zhiruo, "Why did you treat me like this?"

Zhiruo, I treat you with sincerity, why do you treat me like this? !

"This is my own sword!" Song Qingshu stared at Zhou Zhiruo fiercely, repeated what he had just said, then turned around suddenly and rushed out the door.

Holding the sword, Song Qingshu stood alone against the wind on the top of Nanyan Mountain for a long time, until the sun set, he whispered to himself: "Song Qingshu, this is already a thing of the past! These things haven't happened yet!"

However, when he returned to his father's dining hall, Song Qingshu unexpectedly saw Zhou Zhiruo again!Just like the arrangement in the previous life, among the Wudang heroes, only Song Yuanqiao had some experience in taking care of children, and Zhang Sanfeng entrusted Zhou Zhiruo to take care of him as a matter of course.

Seeing Song Qingshu standing blankly at the door and just staring at Zhou Zhiruo, Song Yuanqiao was a little unhappy.The so-called young Mu Ai, how could he, who has been here before, not understand?It would be too embarrassing for him as a father to advance and retreat just because of a woman.At that moment, he coughed lightly and asked: "You still don't come in for dinner, do you want us to wait for you alone?"

"Yes." Song Qingshu hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and sat down beside Zhou Zhiruo with his head down.When eating, just watch your nose, nose, nose, nose, and heart to pick up vegetables and eat, and don't dare to squint.

After a while, there was a "knock" sound, and the chopsticks of Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo bumped into each other. It turned out that the two had their eyes on the same stewed fish.

Zhou Zhiruo quickly took back her chopsticks, and asked with a shy smile, "Does Brother Song also like to eat fish?"

Song Qingshu put the fish in his bowl expressionlessly, unwilling to pay attention to her.

Seeing that his son was really rude, Song Yuanqiao hurriedly replied: "Qing Shu didn't like it at first, but for some reason, he suddenly started to like it in the past few months."

The speaker didn't care about the listener, Song Qingshu shook his hand and the fat piece of fish didn't fall into the bowl but on the table.He remembered that before the age of 13, he really didn't like fish because he was afraid of fishy smell. After the age of 13, it was because Zhou Zhiruo liked...

"What's going on?" Song Yuanqiao frowned and looked at Song Qingshu.

"Nothing," Song Qingshu hurriedly picked up the piece of fish and put it together with the leftover fishbone. "Maybe it's because I practiced sword for a long time today, and my arms are a little numb.

"Massage the Taiyin point on your hands for a moment before going to bed tonight." Song Yuanqiao said.

"Understood, Daddy." Song Qingshu replied, he didn't dare to pick up vegetables and just buried himself in the rice.She really didn't know which of the dishes on the table Zhou Zhiruo liked, and which ones she really liked.

Unexpectedly, after taking two bites, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly put a piece of fish in his bowl, and smiled sweetly at him. "Brother Song, your arm is inconvenient, let me help you."

Song Qingshu's thoughts moved, and he was completely overwhelmed by a feeling of ecstasy and shame.His thoughts were in chaos, and all kinds of things with Zhou Zhiruo in the previous life came one after another.For a while, she said with tears in her eyes: "He said, 'The virtue of feeding food in the Hanshui boat, I will never forget it.', I will never forget it forever!" The expression was lingering and proud; It was she who said with a sullen face, "It's not your turn to ask me what I eat and use!" She waved over the delicacies he had carefully prepared and walked away; He called out affectionately with his arms, "My husband, my husband..." Panting heavily, Song Qingshu shook his head slightly, and suddenly pushed Zhou Zhiruo away fiercely. "Hypocritical!"

Song Qingshu was a man who practiced martial arts, how could a little girl like Zhou Zhiruo, who was powerless, be able to withstand the force of this push, she was pushed to the ground and her forehead hit the corner of the table, red and swollen.Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu in horror, only to feel that although the moody man in front of her was also from Wudang, he was completely different from the Zhang Wuji she knew on Hanshui.

"Zhiruo..." Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo was injured in his hands, Song Qingshu was even more frightened, and rushed forward to help her up.Why was he willing to make her sad?Even if she wants to ruin her name and die without a place to bury her, she also doesn't want her to suffer any harm!

"No!" Zhou Zhiruo was really frightened by Song Qingshu, and shrank under the table with a scream, weeping.

"Zhiruo!" Song Qingshu felt great grief, and hurriedly bent down to pull her out, "Zhiruo, I won't hurt you, don't be afraid..." Zhou Zhiruo just fled to Song Yuanqiao crying in terror. "Zhiruo..." Why don't you always believe me?Why don't you always believe that I treat you sincerely?why?

"Presumptuous!" Song Yuanqiao finally came back to his senses, raised his hand and slapped Song Qingshu heavily. He didn't hold back this slap, only slapped Song Qingshu's cheeks were red and swollen, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly torn.Song Yuanqiao didn't even look at Song Qingshu, and ordered loudly: "Go to the quiet room and kneel! Don't get up without my order! Get out!" After speaking, he bent down and hugged Zhou Zhiruo, rubbing her forehead while coaxing her Said: "Good boy, stop crying! Good boy..."

Song Qingshu saw Zhou Zhiruo twitching while crying in Song Yuanqiao's arms, and kept his head buried, not daring to look at him.There seemed to be a suppressed hot current in his heart that was about to gushe out, but he couldn't find an outlet, and it was as if his heart and liver were torn out one by one by a sharp knife, so he was willing to die.He raised his head, suppressed the hot tears that were about to burst into his eyes, and slammed the door out.

This kneeling, kneeling all night.Zhang Sanfeng didn't expect things to go this far. He couldn't wait for another three months, so he hurriedly wrote a letter and sent it to Emei, asking Miejue Shitai to accept another female disciple in front of Wudang.Song Yuanqiao was too busy to appease Zhou Zhiruo and had no time to take care of his son whose temperament had changed drastically, but it was Mo Shenggu who sneaked into the quiet room to visit him.Seeing Song Qingshu kneeling lifelessly in the quiet room, Mo Shenggu felt that his nephew's love was too early and his methods were too clumsy, so he patted him on the shoulder and said: "The Grand Master has already written a letter and sent it to Emei to ask Mie Mie Mistress Accepting apprentices, Miss Zhou will be going to Emei soon."

Song Qingshu suddenly raised his head and looked at Mo Shenggu, his chest tightened up and down, as if something was pressing on his chest and trying to squeeze it out.He couldn't hear anything due to the din around his ears, he only saw Mo Shenggu's mouth opening and closing as if talking, and then it gradually turned into a cloud of blood mist.After a while, the sadness and resentment that was suppressed in his heart finally burst out like a bloody arrow.

Song Qingshu woke up to the sound of the first snow this year.Song Yuanqiao didn't allow him to get up, but he already knew from Ming Zhan's visit that the Empress Dowager Jingxuan, who was working in Hanyang area, would respect her master and take Zhou Zhiruo to Emei in the next day.In this life, she failed to celebrate the New Year in Wudang after all.Wudang is far away from Emei, I'm afraid she will still be on the way during Chinese New Year.Therefore, in this life, there is no need for him to secretly put the dumplings wrapped in copper coins into Zhou Zhiruo's bowl.

On the third day, Master Jingxuan of the Emei Sect came to Wudang to pay a visit to Grand Master as scheduled, and then took Zhou Zhiruo away.Song Qingshu secretly changed his clothes and stood on the Golden Summit watching Zhou Zhiruo and Mrs. Jingxuan leave. He refused to leave for a long time when they were no longer seen on the mountain road.Mo Shenggu was anxious to find Song Qingshu to find a place to get angry, but he couldn't bear to blame him when he saw his deeply rooted and broken appearance, so he just stood with him for a long time.Seeing that the two people could no longer be seen on the mountain road, Mo Shenggu was about to urge Song Qingshu to go back to recuperate, but he saw that Song Qingshu suddenly sat down and pulled out two sticks of dead grass and flipped them flexibly between his fingers. After a while, a lifelike grasshopper Standing in his palm.

Mo Shenggu saw that it was interesting and couldn't help stretching out his hand to play with it. "Uncle Qi didn't even know you could do this."

Song Qingshu looked away sullenly and said: "Miss Zhou taught me." Naturally, it is also a matter of the previous life.In the previous life, before Zhou Zhiruo appeared, he only practiced martial arts and studied in his life. After Zhou Zhiruo appeared, everything was different.

Mo Shenggu had never known love in his life, seeing his nephew's pale and weak face, he was helpless, he sighed and persuaded, "Wudang and Emei have always been friends, and your Sixth Uncle Yin has a marriage contract with Miss Ji from Emei..."

"Seventh Uncle, I won't like Miss Zhou." Song Qingshu took back the grasshopper, although his tone of voice was light, but there was a strange determination and coldness in his words. "I don't dare to think about Miss Zhou. When we meet in the future, I will hide my face and leave!" After finishing speaking, the grasshopper turned into grass clippings and disappeared in the wind when he let go of his palm.