Blue Book Tribulation Phoenix

After Wuji left, Qingshu continued to listen to his father's explanation.As the third-generation disciple of Wudang, he not only takes care of the junior disciples, but also helps his father with chores in the sect.After remembering everything clearly, he went back to the room and made a list of things to do and allocated time, then sat at the table and hesitated.

Qing Shu has always followed his father as an example, treats others impartially, and considers everything carefully, so although he is a little arrogant, he is respected by his peers.

What my father said today really threw me a problem, since if I want to take care of Wuji more, I will be partial and inappropriate, I am afraid that other disciples will not accept it, which will be very harmful to the relationship within Wudang sect.As for Wuji, um—the Zhang Wuji I saw today was full of childish shyness and a sweet smile, but Qingshu just had a sense of disobedience.That fake made him feel uncomfortable.

After weighing left and right, Qing Shu decided to observe for a while before deciding what to do.Even though his father told him to take care of Wuji, Qing Shu didn't intend to really take care of him to the end.The overall situation should be the most important thing in everything, and the lesser of two evils is the one.

Wuji also lived in Wudang for a while, and after getting along, he basically became familiar with everyone in Wudang, even the servants who did rough work, he also remembered their names clearly and never called them Miss.Everyone's likes and preferences were found out one by one, and the occasional small favors made the other party very moved.

As for everyone, they all like that he treats people politely, does things well, is affectionate and caring to everyone.

Going up and down the door, Song Qingshu was an exception.He has always been a good judge of people.After observing secretly for several days, he felt that he didn't like Wuji.Because I never knew what was going on in his heart, and felt that his smile was just floating on the surface, Qing Shu really wanted to tear off that innocent surface to find out.

Since the palm injury was suppressed, the uncles have relaxed their care of Wuji in the past few days, and he has more opportunities to contact Wudang disciples of the same generation.After getting to know the senior brothers, Wuji's impression of Senior Brother Qingshu became better and better.

Song Qingshu, a senior brother, is a bit serious, with a maturity that doesn't match his age, but he is still very good to himself.It's not the kind of good method that the masters and uncles are meticulous and make Wuji feel that he is useless at all.He treats his kindness with kindness and concern in his sternness.Brother Qingshu never looked at him with sympathy or dodge, but always looked at him earnestly, as if he wanted to look into his heart.

That kind of difference makes Wuji feel concerned——

According to the master uncle, he had been talking to him for more than two weeks. One night, someone knocked on the door, and Wuji put down the "Warring States Policy" in his hand.He took the coat that was placed next to him and put it on his body, thinking: "Who will come so late?"

As soon as the door was opened, Song Qingshu stood on the snow outside against the background of stars, his hand still kept knocking on the door.

"Senior Brother Qingshu, what's the matter?" Based on his understanding of him, Wuji knew that the senior brother who cherished time like gold would definitely not come to chat with him.

Song Qingshu took out a book from his pocket and gave it to Wuji, saying: "Wuji, I give you this sword manual. Even if you are hit by the mysterious ice palm now, you can't stay in bed all the time. Practice this sword manual. After that, I will practice basic skills with other disciples every morning. Now you can’t even do the horse stance for half an hour, which really embarrasses Wudang disciples. I ask you so, first to let you strengthen your body, and second, what do you say? I'm also a Wudang disciple, and I don't know any kung fu, so let people know that we can't laugh at our Wudang incompetence!"

"Yes, brother, I would like to follow the instruction of brother." Zhang Wuji respectfully took the book with both hands.

Qing Shu said while saying goodbye: "The door of your house doesn't seem to be very tight. Remember to remind me tomorrow, and I will ask a craftsman to repair it for you. Since Dad entrusted you to me, you should also take the initiative to tell me about big and small things. Get ready. It’s getting late, so Wuji can rest after reading for a while.”

Wuji waited at the door to watch his brother off, until his figure disappeared before turning back to his room.

Wuji appeared on the morning practice field early the next morning.He came out earlier, and the morning exercise hadn't started yet, so everyone was free to do warm-up activities.Seeing Wuji also came, the brothers all felt strange.He was annoyed by the rush of questions, and after being asked repeatedly, Wuji simply learned what Senior Brother Qingshu said last night.

Everyone surrounded Zhang Wuji.You said one word after another: "Eldest brother, he is jealous that the seniors only love you alone, so he deliberately punished you. You are so weak, how can you practice swords!"

"Yes, yes. Also, what did you say to practice basic skills with us every day. Wuji don't listen to him, this is obviously bullying you."

"That's right, if he pushes you like this again, you don't have to be afraid, just complain to the uncle."

In the past, Song Qingshu, a big brother, always put on a high air, looking mature and stable, looking down on the world.Everyone has disliked him for a long time, but he handles everything perfectly, and no one can find fault with him, big or small.Seeing him make such a rude request to Zhang Wuji, a frail little junior today, really aroused public outrage, and everyone seized the opportunity to attack him together.

Wuji doesn't think so. "Senior Brother Qingshu reminded me out of kindness, and even specially sent me the sword manual. I know that you brothers are also so excited for my own good, but please don't say that about Senior Brother."

Everyone saw Zhang Wuji's innocence and innocence, and he only thought of the good of others, so the impression of him was even better.But there is no reason why the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry, and Wuji himself doesn't care, so it's hard for outsiders like them to persuade them.

After a while, Song Qingshu appeared on the training ground, and he led everyone to do morning exercises every day.Standing in the front and looking around at his exclusive position, seeing Wuji come out obediently, Qing Shu nodded at him, meaning he saw him.

Wuji's physical limitations are not enough to keep up with everyone's rhythm.Others have done it all, but he can't even do half of it.Seeing that he was coughing from exhaustion, Qing Shu went over and patted his shoulder lightly, motioning him to go aside with him.

"You don't have to force yourself that much. Martial arts is for strengthening your body, just do what you can. Excessive force will hurt your body." Qingshu said while stroking Wuji's back to help him relax.

He said this plainly, but Wuji felt warm in his heart, the senior brother was really kind to him.If his words contain sympathy, Wuji will hate himself even more for being weak and incompetent, and if his words contain blame, Wuji will be even more angry at himself for letting his senior brother down.It is precisely because there is nothing that Wuji feels full of deep meaning.

With such a close relationship, Wuji wanted to practice the set of swordsmanship that his senior brother gave him earlier, to please his senior brother, and he absolutely didn't want him to dislike him.

He practiced a lot every day, and he was out of breath every time he practiced.The rest time was not wasted, and I picked some books that I heard that Senior Brother Qingshu liked to read.Even if it is intermittent like this, his practice time in a day is no less than that of other disciples.

Mo Shenggu passed by Wuji's gate before going down the mountain in the morning and saw him practicing sword. When he came back from the mountain at night, he saw Wuji was still practicing sword.

He walked over and said, "Nephew Wuji! Good boy, don't practice for a while. Kung fu can't be practiced in a day, it depends on persistence."

Wuji's subordinates kept begging: "I want to practice for a while before the cold breaks out at night, and it will be fine in a while. Uncle Qi, please go and rest."

The two of them were talking to each other, but they didn't realize that Song Qingshu had also entered the courtyard.Qing Shu frowned when he heard Wuji's answer. Although he didn't like Wuji very much, he didn't forget his responsibility as a senior to take care of his junior. How could he watch Wuji torture his body like this.

Qing Shu waited for Wuji to finish speaking and reprimanded him: "Wuji didn't listen to Master Uncle's words and went to rest. Do you intend to make Master Uncle worry? Don't cause trouble for others!"

Mo Shenggu waved his hand and said: "Qing Shu's words are a bit serious."

Wuji put down the sword in his hand, wiped off his sweat, and defended Song Qingshu, "Senior brother Qingshu taught me that Wuji didn't think carefully." Then he asked expectantly, "Would you like to come in for a cup of tea, senior brother? "

Song Qingshu thought about today's plan and said, "I still have to go back and study the sword manual. How can I have time to drink tea? You should go to bed early too. Don't forget that there will be morning exercises tomorrow. Don't blame me for punishing you if you are late."

Although it was a pity that the senior brother could not enter the room to sit with him for a while, he still remembered to remind himself not to be late.Wuji stared at his back in a daze, taking care of him like this, Senior Brother Qingshu always touched his heart in subtle ways.

Mo Shenggu nodded happily, only felt that the two nephews had a good relationship, and he felt relieved a lot.In the future, when these elders are not around, they should and can take care of each other.Thinking of the word "brother", he felt a twinge of pain in his heart. The Wudang Seven Heroes are of one heart and one mind, but now they are scattered.

Knocking on the door, Mo Shenggu pushed Yu Daiyan's door open: "Third brother, are you still up? I went to your favorite shop to get some wine. I haven't come to see you for many days. Let's have a good drink today."

Xiao Daotong, who took care of him, was dozing off on a chair beside him. Yu Sanxia, ​​who was lying on the bed, turned his head to look at Mo Shenggu, and stopped him who wanted to get angry: "Don't blame him. It's not that he didn't take good care of me. Serving me every day, He's tired after a busy day."

Feeling sorry for his brother, Mo Shenggu went over to help him sit up: "Third brother, don't be so talkative, if I find out that they are lazy, I will never forgive them lightly."

"Hey, I can figure out a lot of things after I was paralyzed. If it's not a big deal, I have to forgive and forgive others. Although you are straightforward, third brother, you should change your straightforward temperament. In the next year, you will be ten years old. It's nine, isn't it?"

Mo Shenggu was a little embarrassed by being taught by his senior brother, he hesitated to correct the third brother and said, "It's twenty."

Yu Daiyan smiled: "Staying in this room is so long that I can't even remember the days. Twenty? Ah! That's right, you are exactly eight years behind Qingshu's nephew."

Mo Shenggu said coquettishly: "Third brother, you say this again, every time you mention it, I feel that I am relegated to the child's generation."

"Okay, let's have a drink! Let's not talk about it. We are good wine, or Xiaoqi is considerate and knows what I like, brother three. The two brothers talked and laughed happily, pushing the cups, and the red candle was burning with tears.