As Song Yuanqiao threw out this sentence, the moment it floated into Qiao Heng's ears, there was a chill in his eyes. But the faint chill quickly disappeared as he lowered his eyelashes and blinked.

Maybe Song Yuanqiao was just simply stating something, and he had no other intentions. But this sentence sounded in Qiao Heng's ears, no less than a whip dipped in salt water and slapped on him fiercely.

Zhou Zhiruo's dark wounds on his body still exist, if he has always tried to keep his mood calm and not let his mood fluctuate too much, the cold power of the "Nine Yin True Scripture" on his body is no matter how arrogant he is, he has to wander in the meridians in a regular manner for more than ten days, and only break out at one time when the meridians are unbearable. And once the mood fluctuates too much, even ordinary people may be uncontrollable Qi and blood surging and overflowing internal force, not to mention that his meridians are broken, this heretical internal force that is not under his control will undoubtedly get out of control.

Even if he was pointed at his nose and scolded, he could be relatively calm and calm. is when he was forced helpless by Zhang Wuji and Song Yuanqiao before, and the little waves in his heart are just like dragonflies, tiny, fleeting, and he has never really taken it seriously. Because he knew that these experiences were just a passing moment for him, and they were just two passers-by in his long life journey to him.

But at this moment, Song Yuanqiao's short sentence was far better than a thousand words in the past, exposing Qiao Heng's most embarrassing and unwilling point to face under the sun.

In his own eyes, he is "Qiao Heng", but in the eyes of outsiders, he will be anything else, except "Qiao Heng".

Even if he reveals his true identity and the other party really believes it, what will he get? Who will open his heart to a lonely ghost who has "occupied" someone else's body.

To live reluctantly, or to die generously? He once chose the former.

The Nine Yin Cold Qi in his body suddenly went out of control, and the stinging pain in the meridians made Qiao Heng's brain extremely sober.

The old village chief was stunned, and he didn't react to what Song Yuanqiao meant for a while, then he looked at Song Yuanqiao, and was about to go to see Qiao Heng, but he didn't see anything.

Because Zhang Wuji thought that his senior brother had always seen people with his disguised appearance before the old village chief came in, and he helped him remove the disguise after the senior brother fell ill, he felt that the senior brother must not be willing to meet the guests with an undisguised face, and it was not convenient to explain, so he casually put a simple screen to block it.

When he first walked into the room, the old village chief didn't pay much attention to the screen that blocked people. After all, he heard that Mr. Qiao was sick, and Mr. Qiao knew at a glance that he was a person from a good background, and people like him had big rules and thoughtfulness, and after he was sick, he did not prevent others from getting sick, and it made sense to put such a screen, and the old village chief was still a little moved in his heart.

The old village chief recalled Qiao Heng's appearance and thought: These two people don't look alike. But he didn't hear Mr. Qiao refute anything, so he touched his beard and made up nonsense with a smile: "I see, no wonder Xiao Lao'er felt so kind when he saw Song Daxia, it turned out to be Song Daxia and Qiao ...... Mr. Song is a father and son. "As for what is said in this, he, a flat-headed commoner, is not much to mix in.

Song Yuanqiao didn't care about the truth of his words, but said modestly: "The dog has been borrowed here for many days before, thank you for taking care of my father-in-law." ”

"Where, where, it's right to say the other way around, it's Mr. Song who is so accommodating to us!" The old village chief waved his hand again and again, and then showed a little bitterness on his face, and he said, "I won't tell you, the little old man is here to ask for an idea this time......

He told Song Yuanqiao what he had said before.

Song Yuanqiao has served as the disciple of Wudang for decades, because Zhang Sanfeng has never liked to meddle in the affairs of the sect, he is called the acting head of the sect, in fact, he is no different from the head of the sect. He is very familiar with dealing with this kind of thing, but when he heard that it was Wudang recommended by Qiao Heng, he moved slightly, and subconsciously glanced in the direction of Qiao Heng, and then said to the old village chief who was waiting for a reply: "This is easy to say, let's talk about it here." Qingshu was still recuperating, this was not a good place to talk, and he led the old village chief out of the room.

Zhang Wuji didn't pay attention to what they left the room at all, he had been looking at Qiao Heng since just now.

He couldn't help but speak: "Senior brother, do you feel very cold now?" He was hit by the Xuan Ming God when he was a child, and he suffered from the cold. Therefore, it is always extra sensitive to similar tables.

Qiao Heng didn't admit or deny it, he just raised one arm, covered his eyes, and said softly, "Senior Brother Zhang, you let me be alone for a while." ”

Then he felt a finger on the wrist of his other arm.

Zhang Wuji frowned and said, "It's been so long, I haven't even found out that the residual internal force of the Nine Yin True Scripture has been lurking in Senior Brother's body, why didn't Senior Brother open his mouth to tell me?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a thick and warm internal force slowly transmitted to Qiao Heng's body, like a warm wind blowing across the lake in late spring, the thin ice layer was suddenly broken, and the willow branches that had withered for a whole winter stretched their bodies and sprouted tender buds, making people feel comfortable.

Zhang Wuji, who had been observing Qiao Heng's expression, asked tentatively with a little joy and expectation, "How does Senior Brother feel, is it still so cold?"

Qiao Heng clenched his fingers and slowly took down the arm that covered his eyes.

Zhang Wuji chuckled inexplicably when he heard Senior Brother Song.

"Senior brother......

Qiao Heng looked deeply into Zhang Wuji's defenseless eyes full of trust, and said clearly: "Zhang Wuji, I am not your senior brother. ”

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but stiffen when he heard him call himself by name, he smiled reluctantly and said, "Senior brother is deliberately angry with me again." Senior brother, don't be angry with me again, let's release the previous suspicions, okay?"

Zhang Wuji was still persuading bitterly: "This is not a place to stay for a long time, staying here will inevitably be discovered by the Tartars, we should be Wudang." ”

"Do you really want to break off with Wudang?" his voice was a little low, and he said, "Senior brother, the senior uncles are still waiting for you on Wudang Mountain, and everyone is waiting for you to go back." ”

Zhang Wuji's words are true, since Yu Lianzhou and others read the letter from Zhang Wuji, they knew that Wuji was fine, and Qingshu was still alive, and the two of them were currently living together without incident, so they were ready to take the two of them back to Wudang.

Yu Daiyan and Song Yuanqiaobing divided into two routes, one went to inquire about Zhu Yuanzhang's recent situation, and the other went to Liujia Village. And Yu Daiyan returned to Wudang one step ahead of Song Yuanqiao, and Yu Lianzhou and the others are currently waiting for Song Yuanqiao and his party to come back.

Qiao Heng remained silent, only the slightest trace of evil qi that had accumulated for a long time floated in his heart, and he was very forcefully suppressed.

Ten days later-

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, a horse pulled a blue-covered carriage from the end of the road slowly, the horse pulling the cart was very vigorous, and the driver restrained the horse at the foot of the mountain.

The Wudang Mountain Patrol disciples who were passing by saw that the person driving was a little familiar, and after a closer look, the person driving was actually Zhang Wuji.

The leader of the mountain patrol disciples stood up first and shouted loudly, "Senior Brother Wuji, long time no see!"

Zhang Wuji threw a fist at him, then turned over and dismounted.

At this time, a pale hand reached out of the carriage, and he stepped out of the carriage with the help of the compartment wall, based on the angle he was in, the mountain patrol disciple did not see his appearance clearly, but felt that his silhouette was somewhat familiar. He was dressed in a white shirt, and under the blowing of the mountain breeze, his clothes swayed slightly, and when he stood there, he was as quiet and elegant as a pine and poplar.

And behind him, Song Yuanqiao also walked out of the carriage, and the disciples who patrolled the mountain naturally recognized him, and saluted one after another: "The disciple has seen the master." ”

Song Yuanqiao nodded to them with his usual attitude.

Zhang Wuji saw that they were ignoring Senior Brother Song, and just as he wanted to say something, he saw that Senior Brother Song had already raised his feet and walked towards the mountain. He didn't care to speak anymore, and hurriedly followed.

Song Yuanqiao asked a disciple to set up the carriage and followed him up to Wudang Mountain.

The group of mountain patrol disciples were left in place, and after they climbed the height and walked away, one of them estimated that they could no longer hear the words of himself and the others, and he couldn't hold back his mouth and said, "Do you think that man in white is particularly familiar?"

A disciple hesitated, but still told the truth: "At first, I only saw half of his side face, but when he turned around, how did I think he looked like Senior Brother Song. ”

said that it was "like", but in fact, several people understood that the person was probably Song Qingshu.

When the other person heard him call that person a senior brother, he immediately snorted and said hatefully: "What kind of senior brother is this guy who forgot to kill his uncle!"

The rest of the people didn't say a word.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, and the fact that Qiao Heng is still alive has actually been quietly spread in the ears of Wudang disciples long before he came back, but many people don't believe it.

The more they walked up the mountain, the more Wudang disciples Song Yuanqiao and his party encountered, and the more strange eyes they looked at Qiao Heng.

Zhang Wuji wanted to speak several times and stopped.

Qiao Heng walked on the mountaineering road without squinting, ignoring the gaze of others.

He still had the light/thin soft sword wrapped around his waist, and with it, he wasn't really helpless.

Song Yuanqiao suddenly stopped and said to Zhang Wuji: "Wuji, wait a while, you can go to your second master and uncle alone to report your safety." Come over early, they'll all miss you. ”

Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously: "What about Senior Brother? Senior Uncle, don't you and Senior Brother go with me?"

Song Yuanqiao said: "I'll take him to your Tai Master who is closed, let him kowtow outside Zixiao Palace, and then let this rebel go to the back mountain to meet your seventh uncle." He made such a big mistake, he had to explain the matter clearly, so that the seventh brother Quan was blinded!"

Qiao Heng ignored Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Wuji, who stopped, he still maintained the speed at the beginning, walking without hurrying or slowing. Although a qiē floating lan warm cui came into his eyes, it did not enter his heart, he obviously walked here, but it was like being outside the mountain.

When he was in Liujia Village, he was thinking about something.

Again, he was calculating how much he had left that he could truly call his own. A name that will never be recognized by others, an independent mind and personality, and an ethereal soul, there is probably nothing else but these things.

All along, he has clearly separated himself from the original owner of the body, and has never really tried to integrate into the life of the original owner of the body. It's not just because he's not interested, it's not because he doesn't know how to fit in, and it's not just because he hates the words and deeds of the original owner......

He's just scared.

He was afraid that if he really thought of himself as someone else, after this time and again, one day he would not even be able to save his "self" - he was alive, but it was like dead.

However, it was not easy, and by now, he was feeling a little overwhelmed.

Song Yuanqiao was urged several times, and Zhang Wuji was willing to leave alone. He secretly said in his heart: Hurry up and report safety to the second uncle, and come back immediately to accompany Senior Brother Song. With Senior Brother Song's temperament, he will definitely refuse to say anything soft in front of Uncle Seven, what if the master is angry.

In front of the main hall of Wudang is the martial arts arena, and if you want to go to Zixiao Palace, you must pass through here. Although the time for practicing martial arts had passed at this time, there were still disciples gathered in twos and threes on the martial arts arena, either to practice martial arts, or to talk with each other, or to happen to pass by.

A new disciple asked, "Who is that?"

"Why is he here?!"

"Song Qingshu! How dare he ......?"

"It's ...... Senior Brother Song......

As soon as Qiao Heng appeared nearby, many disciples noticed him.

He walked by leisurely, letting the complicated glances from different people fall upon him. Everywhere he passed, it seemed to fall silent in the blink of an eye, and the silence was so unusual.

His face was not embarrassed by the embarrassment of returning to this place after reversing Wudang, let alone the remorse after making a big mistake, and there was no negative emotion in his expression that people thought of in advance. He was dressed in white like snow, not stained with dust, and even his gaze seemed to be dusty, but no matter how smooth and harmonious his eyes were, he couldn't deny that Gao Che was hidden deep in them, and anyone who came into contact with his gaze subconsciously retreated.

He walked all the way, but he didn't receive half a point of hindrance.