“...... Father. ”

Song Yuanqiao heard this long-lost father, his hand couldn't help but tremble, part of the medicinal juice spilled out, his hand holding the handle of the casserole became more and more vigorous, he turned his back to Qiao Heng, and said sharply: "Kneel down for me!"

The curling water vapor rising from the hot medicinal juice reflected Qiao Heng's eyes, and the light and shadow in his eyes floated and fell with light smoke, he stood still, without any movement, standing quietly behind Song Yuanqiao without saying a word.

It was not his will to take his body by force, nor was the iniquity that was inflicted on him.

However, he could not say these words to others, let alone dare to say them. The only thing he can do is to bury these secrets deep in his heart day after day, and let them rot and ferment in dark corners, brewing full of indifference and depression.

He doesn't kneel because he never thinks he's done anything wrong.

Song Yuanqiao put the bowl on the stove and made a crisp sound in the extremely quiet kitchen.

He turned around suddenly, looked Qiao Heng up and down with his eyes, and said, "Song Shaoxia is really 'iron-clad'." He quickly picked up the sheathed long sword, flipped his wrist, and directly knocked the scabbard on Qiao Heng's knee.

Qiao Heng felt a pain in his knees, his legs were weak, and his body knelt directly to the ground uncontrollably. Without warning, his knee slammed against the cold, hard ground, making him unconsciously grunt in pain.

"I'm soft-spoken, so I can only ask Song Shaoxia to kneel down like this, don't blame me. "In a certain way, Song Yuanqiao and Qiao Heng are not father and son, but father and son. This senior disciple of Wudang, who is accustomed to gentlemanly comments, said this in a more polite and polite tone than when Qiao Heng spoke to Zhang Wuji.

There was silence in the room for a while, and after a while, Qiao Heng spoke slowly and said sincerely: "Father, there are some things that I never intend to defend myself. I can't do anything to show weakness and win sympathy. I don't know why I didn't die, I can't argue. All I know is that there are times when ...... It takes far more courage to live than to die. ”

His eyes were clear and deep, his gaze was leisurely, and he was calm and calm.

Song Yuanqiao's eyes flashed with compassion, but his mouth only said meaningfully: "I knew this was the case, why did I ...... it in the first place?"

Zhang Wuji came back from outside and saw that there was an extra horse in the yard, with a supple mane, smooth and shiny fur, and strong muscles, a rare high-headed horse. At this moment, he heard the sound of talking in the kitchen again, Zhang Wuji hurriedly came to the kitchen to take a look, but saw a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt standing with his back in the house.

This back is so familiar, Zhang Wuji's eyes are slightly hot. Since the disaster, he has been thinking about his relatives every day, betrayed by his trusted companions and subordinates, how he wants to find an elder to confide in the bitterness in his heart. Now that he finally sees the familiar figure in his memory, even if his life has gone through ups and downs like him, he can't help but have red eyes.

Song Yuanqiao heard footsteps gradually approaching, so he turned sideways to look at the person at the door.

The surprise in Zhang Wuji's eyes had not completely subsided, and when Song Yuanqiao looked at him sideways, he saw Senior Brother Song, who was originally blocked by the master.

He saw Senior Brother Song kneeling on the ground, looked at Song Yuanqiao anxiously, and called, "Master Uncle!"

Song Yuanqiao's gaze softened a little involuntarily when it fell on Zhang Wuji, he looked at the faint scars on Wuji's □□ skin that were about to disappear, and said with pity: "Wuji, you have suffered." ”

Qiao Heng didn't think about it at all, what would happen if he stood up and left directly while Song Yuanqiao was chatting with Zhang Wuji. If he wants to leave this door, he will inevitably be exposed to Song Yuanqiao's sight, how could Song Yuanqiao not find out about his departure. And when Song Yuanqiao saw that he stood up without his consent, he was about to move seriously.

He slowly closed his eyes, and he didn't want to see these two unrelated people play in front of him.

Zhang Wuji was very moved when he heard the master's care for him, but Senior Brother Song was still kneeling there, and this was not the time to catch up. He hurriedly said: "Thank you for your concern, my nephew and I are all right now." Thanks to Senior Brother Song for saving my life that day, and later being taken care of by Senior Brother, my nephew actually didn't suffer much. ”

Hearing Zhang Wuji mention himself in his words, Qiao Heng opened his eyes.

He said in his heart, you are wrong, I didn't save you, you don't have to thank me. A person like you will never die, save the day, and then "there will be a blessing". Why do you need me to save him? He saved the stranger who neither knew his surname Zhang nor his name was Wuji, and even his mind was confused, and when he took this person in, he even thought that even if this person was a villain who had killed countless people and had no mercy, he would admit it. But the world has always liked to joke with him.

He can ignore the past of anyone in this world, but among these people, there is no Zhang Wuji's existence.

Why?

Not why.

If you really want to explain, it may still be the so-called jealousy.

He still can't be a ruthless and desireless saint in the end.

Zhang Wuji continued: "Uncle Master, let Senior Brother Song ...... first"

Song Yuanqiao seemed to have completely guessed what he was going to say, and stretched out his hand to interrupt him. He didn't believe in Wuji's nonsense that Qingshu took more care of him, how much patience Qingshu had for this child, and could he still be unclear as a father? He said: "Wuji, you don't have to say good things about this rebel, what kind of virtue is he on weekdays, how many catties and taels he has, can you still be unclear about your master and uncle? Then again, if it weren't for the letter from his nephew, this rebel would probably be ready to never return to Wudang, your seventh uncle is still waiting underground for this rebel to make up for his filial piety, how can he be so happy and happy." ”

"Master Uncle is not ......," Zhang Wuji explained helplessly. Once when Senior Brother Song had just been sentenced to leave the martial arts, Zhang Wuji was also indignant, how could a master who was elegant and upright have such a son, but now he has to admit that these two people are still very similar in a certain way. In front of Senior Brother Song and Master Uncle, he always felt that his words were so pale and powerless more than once.

Uncle Master was recruited by him, how could he let Senior Brother Song suffer because of himself? Zhang Wuji pursed his lips, strode to Qiao Heng's side, lifted the hem of his clothes, and knelt down.

Qiao Heng turned a blind eye to his actions.

Song Yuanqiao hurriedly went to help him, "Wuji, what are you doing!"

Zhang Wuji was reluctant to get up, he used his internal force and knelt firmly on the ground. He said: "Uncle Master, if you don't let Senior Brother Song get up, then I will kneel down with Senior Brother Song." ”

"Mowgli!"

Song Yuanqiao didn't know how many times he sighed, he turned around, with one hand behind him, he looked out of the door, a few sparrows were pecking in the open space outside the door, Song Yuanqiao looked at it for a while, and didn't know what to say. He didn't let the two young men kneeling behind him see his reddish eyes.

He seemed to be convinced, and said helplessly: "...... Get up. ”

Zhang Wuji breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yuanqiao didn't turn around again, but said again: "Qingshu, you say thank you to Wuji." ”

Song Yuanqiao knew that Qingshu had offended Wuji a lot in the past, and today he saw that Wuji not only had a grudge against Qingshu, but also pleaded with himself for him, although he didn't know whether it was true or false that Qingshu took care of him in Wuji's mouth, but looking at his demeanor, there was a great sense of writing off past grievances.

Whether it is the former East Garden, or the current Song Yuanqiao, or all parents all over the world, they all understand a truth - the love of parents is far-reaching.

Since Wuji has the intention of reconciliation, then he might as well push the boat and push it one step by one, so that the two can be completely reconciled through this matter.

However, the problem is that Song Yuanqiao wants the two to reconcile, but Qiao Heng doesn't think so, and he can't be blamed for it, he can't read minds, how can he understand Song Yuanqiao's mind. He only thought that Song Yuanqiao meant that if it wasn't for Wuji interceding for him, he would still be kneeling there.

It's a very interesting thing, because you wrote to call him, and now he wants to thank you.

Slippery world!

Of course, no matter what he thought in his heart, Qiao Heng would not show it on his face, so he said to Zhang Wuji sincerely: "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang." Even his gaze couldn't have been calmer and more profound.

This is the first time in so many days that Senior Brother Song has been called Senior Brother, but Zhang Wuji only smiled bitterly when he saw Senior Brother's increasingly alienated eyes. Uncle Master, your words have made Senior Brother Song's misunderstanding of me deeper, how can this be good?

Zhang Wuji carefully observed the love on Qiao Heng's face.

Song Yuanqiao saw that Qingshu and Wuji had finally reconciled, and his heart was relaxed.

He looked at the bowl of medicine on the stove beside his hand, and he touched the wall of the bowl with his hand, feeling that the temperature was just right. said to Qiao Heng: "Let's drink the medicine first." ”

He turned sideways and watched Qiao Heng pick up the bowl and drink the dark brown medicinal juice inside, Song Yuanqiao took the opportunity to mention the question he wanted to ask at the beginning: "I saw you coughing endlessly, and your steps were weak and weak, but you caught the wind cold?"

Qiao Heng's hand that was about to put down the empty bowl paused slightly, and he said, "That's not the case. ”

Zhang Wuji felt nervous for a while, in the letter he wrote to Wudang before, he only mentioned that Senior Brother Song was still alive and was now living with him after saving his life. He couldn't bear to write down the details of Senior Brother Song in the letter, the fact that Senior Brother Song was still alive was enough to stimulate the master, if he sued him again, Senior Brother Song would now have lost all his internal strength, and his meridians and dantian would be destroyed......

It's just that now I can't hide it anymore.

He noticed the stagnation in Senior Brother Song's movements just now, and he knew that Senior Brother was not completely unmindful of his current situation.

Song Yuanqiao naturally sensed that something was wrong with Zhang Wuji's expression. "What's wrong?" he had a slight premonition in his mind.

Qiao Heng noticed that Zhang Wuji was in a state of being speechless, and compared with Zhang Wuji, as a party to the case, he said quite calmly: "There is nothing to say......

Zhang Wuji thought to himself, it was better to say this matter by himself than to have Senior Brother Song reveal his scars, so he took the first step to cut off Senior Brother Song's words, and he said, "Senior Brother Song, let me tell you." ”

Qiao Heng: "It's okay." ”

Zhang Wuji: "Uncle Master, you are ready." Senior brother, is it possible for him to ...... I can't practice martial arts anymore. ”

There seemed to be a thunderbolt exploding in Song Yuanqiao's mind. Since coming here, the scenes have appeared in front of him, and those small details that have not attracted attention and have been deliberately ignored by him have come together again, and in an instant, his face looks even paler than Qiao Heng. Born villain

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Chapter 58 of the text, Heaven and Dragon Slayer, 6