“…… What about people?" Yu Lianzhou was stunned for a moment.

Back then, after the death of Qingshu's nephew, the elder brother fell seriously ill and dragged the sick body to Qingshu's corpse. As junior brothers, they couldn't look at it, and despite the senior brother saying, "It's good that I am in charge of this rebel alone, how can I bother the junior and younger brothers to help", and they insisted on helping the senior brother to handle many matters related to the burial of the nephew of the Qingshu master.

Several of them watched Qingshu be buried and sent him on his last journey, but now, why is this coffin empty?

"What about people!" Yu Lianzhou pinched his fingers into his palm.

Of their seven senior brothers, except for the eldest brother who has a son, there is only the Wuji child under the knee of the fifth brother Zhang Cuishan. However, the Wuji children were scattered with everyone in the past, and later they were away all the year round, and they didn't have much time to get along with everyone.

Yu Lianzhou's five people have no children, and the men in the family under the mountain are at their age, no matter how young the children are, they can run all over the street. Even if Yu Lianzhou has already become a monk and vowed not to get married, seeing that ordinary people have children, he is not envious in his heart. He was used to it, and sometimes when he went down the mountain, he met ordinary children, even if he wanted to get close and tease, those children would only look for the sixth or seventh brother and not him, but when he faced his young apprentice, he didn't have that kind of rare mind.

So, when the senior brother had Qingshu, Yu Lianzhou was often glad that he was the child's uncle, but he was afraid that he would not be able to hide.

How many brothers do they have, but who doesn't teach Qingshu as his own child like him?

Who would have thought that Qingshu made a wrong step and made a wrong step.

The senior brother only said that it was the fault that he did not teach much, but how could this be the responsibility of the senior brother alone?

However, even if Qingshu deceived the master and destroyed the ancestors, his corpse was not something that ordinary Xiaoxiao could bully, he couldn't think of anyone who would make a special trip to the back mountain of Wudang just to steal a corpse, Yu Lianzhou's face was extremely ugly.

Zhang Songxi came to the coffin and looked into the hall in disbelief.

Yu Daiyan hurriedly came to the senior brother's side, and when he saw that the senior brother's hand was bloodshot by a stone, he said worriedly: "Senior brother, why are you suffering?"

Yin Liting took Wuji's letter and asked Song Yuanqiao in a trembling voice: "Senior brother, what is said above is true?"

Yu Lianzhou eagerly turned around, forcibly regaining his senses, and he asked, "What exactly did Wuji write on it?"

Yin Liting was startled by his eyes, and then replied: "Wuji said, he is very good now......" Speaking of this, he paused, Yu Lianzhou had seen this part from the letter just now, so he urged.

"Go on. ”

He also said that he had been saved by someone, that he was with that man, and that the man who saved him actually knew you and me. Yin Liting said slowly, "It's no one else, it's ...... Qingshu. ”

The stunned that could not be concealed no matter what was revealed in Yu Lianzhou's eyes.

……

Since Qiao Heng and Zhang Wuji's identities were picked on each other, Qiao Heng found an excuse to let the old village chief's niece not have to come over again. After all, Zhang Wuji has changed too much before and after, and he really doesn't want to bother to explain a thing or two to inconsequential people.

On this day, Zhang Wuji woke up early, he came to the courtyard and began to practice the Taijiquan sword taught by Master Tai, practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, he has not practiced these days, and he feels a little rusty.

As he practiced, he noticed the sound of shallow breathing not far behind him.

He stopped the move in his hand, turned around slowly, and sure enough, saw Senior Brother Song standing at the door looking at him.

Zhang Wuji was a little embarrassed, he asked, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Song, did I wake you up?"

Qiao Heng's eyes were light, his gaze swept over Zhang Wuji, and said, "It's me who got up early." He slept on and off all night, until he woke up again, and he saw through the window paper that it was getting darker outside, and he simply stopped trying to fall asleep.

In recent days, the weather has been changeable, the weather is gloomy for a while, the air is humid and cold, and you can't go out without a smock, and the sun is shining brightly for a while, which is the best sunny day, and people are full of warmth. This situation is undoubtedly rare in this small village where the winter is warm and the summer is cool.

Under this kind of cold and hot at first, Qiao Heng obviously noticed the discomfort from his body, there seemed to be an extra ball of ice in his chest, and his whole body became heavy, but his mind was extremely clear, the two were intertwined, tearing each other, and the guide often slept lightly when he slept these days, and a Zhou Gongmeng was broken several times.

He didn't hold it up, he directly gave the students in the school a few days off when the school ended yesterday, and he himself was ready to take advantage of these days to recuperate.

Zhang Wuji listened to his words, and his heart was even more apologetic, he knew that Senior Brother Song actually just didn't want to say anything more to himself, and he didn't even bother to say what he accused himself.

Since that day, he broke the identity of Senior Brother Song, and Senior Brother's attitude towards himself has become cold, as if he has changed back to the way before Senior Brother Song was sentenced to leave the teacher, or even worse than then, if he can, Senior Brother Song can even not say a word to himself for a whole day. The two of them did their own things, and it seemed that the well water did not interfere with the river water, but Zhang Wuji understood that Senior Brother Song was just completely ignoring his own existence.

"I will pay more attention to the time when I practice martial arts in the future. Zhang Wuji reviewed himself to Senior Brother Song.

Whether you practice martial arts or not, what does it have to do with him? Qiao Heng glanced at him puzzled, but did not open his mouth to interfere with Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji was secretly bad in his heart when he saw this, although Senior Brother Song looked like an ordinary person, but how could he forget, now Senior Brother Song is all over the meridians, and he can no longer practice martial arts, the words he said just now were heard by Senior Brother in his ears, probably no different from being stabbed in the heart with a sharp blade.

However, when he wanted to explain something, Qiao Heng had already turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Of course, Zhang Wuji understands what Senior Brother is going to do. Senior brother is now in broken meridian dantian, and he has to take medicine three times a day, so he is going to decoction.

Senior Brother Song knew that he was studying under the Butterfly Valley Medicine Immortal Hu Qingniu, but he never asked him for help.

Zhang Wuji did not dare to take the initiative to ask for treatment for him.

He understands that Senior Brother does not trust him, and the matter of taking the pulse is equivalent to handing over the key points of the person who practices martial arts to others, even if Senior Brother Song is now abolished in martial arts, but the imprint left by his martial arts career since childhood cannot be removed in a while, and with Senior Brother Song's dislike of him, maybe he will think that he will do something when prescribing medicine. He could imagine that as soon as he opened his mouth to make this request, Senior Brother Song would refuse without hesitation.

So, he had to take advantage of the fact that his senior brother had fallen asleep and ordered his sleeping hole to check his physical condition.

In the end, he had to admit that the prescription that Senior Brother was using now was already the best. In vain, he inherited Hu Qingniu, and he was equipped with the ultimate healing technique Jiuyang Sutra, but he had nothing to do about his brother's condition, and the only thing he could do was to click on his acupoints after his brother fell asleep, and secretly use internal force to help him conceive and nourish the meridians, so as to alleviate the pain in his daily life.

However, compared with Senior Brother Song's life-saving grace, these things are only a drop in the bucket.

Zhang Wuji came to the kitchen and said to Qiao Heng: "Senior Brother Song, I'll decoct the medicine in the future, my cooking skills are still good." ”

"How dare you work Sect Master Zhang. Qiao Heng's words and demeanor are so elegant, his tone is soothing, there is not a trace of negative feelings such as sarcasm, and even his eyes are warm and hazy, and the clouds are light and breezy.

Zhang Wuji listened, and begged for mercy: "It's me who has a lot of trouble, and I hope that my senior brother will stop calling me 'sect leader', so it's all right." He saw that Qiao Heng was only focused on boiling medicine, so he had no choice but to withdraw from the kitchen in a daze.

Qiao Heng didn't pay attention to when Zhang Wuji left, he seriously boiled the medicine in the casserole little by little, stirring it occasionally, round and round.

…… Zhang Wuji.

What a Ming Sect leader!

In Qiao Heng's view, his current life is no different from being imprisoned.

In the past few days, he has tore the words "Zhang Wuji" countless times in his mind over and over again, and then glued them back together and tore them to pieces bit by bit.

It's a pity, delusional...... After all, it's just a delusion.

After Qiao Heng boiled the medicinal soup into a bowl of medicine, he poured it out. He waited for a while, and when the temperature of the medicine in the bowl was right, he drank it in one gulp, his mouth full of bitterness.

"It's just that I was blind that day. ”

……

Qiao Heng recuperated at home for a few days, and felt that he was in good health, but he only thought that the weather was no longer changing and finally stabilized. So he resumed the lessons in the school, but after the previous experience, he knew a lot more about his physical condition, which was obviously three points worse than he had expected at the beginning, and for the sake of conservatism, he changed the classes in the school to a half-day system, so that he could only attend half a day of classes.

Far from being meaningful, the villagers embraced his decision. They even became more cautious in front of him, and when the villagers returned home, they all told their own boys to tell them to be honest in front of their husband, and not to let him worry about it. The old village chief also made a special trip to find him and told him that if he felt tired, he should rest for a few more days, and never tire himself. - No way, there is only one teacher in the village, if Qiao Heng falls, where can they find such a good-tempered, bachelor-good, and unrestrained gentleman in these years?

Qiao Heng felt as if he had become a fragile item overnight.

Zhang Wuji saw that people came to comfort his senior brother every day, and he couldn't help but feel that Senior Brother Song's popularity was really good. After all, Senior Brother Song used to be a person worthy of comparison with Meng Wei by people in the rivers and lakes......

The days passed like this, and Zhang Wuji couldn't help but feel gloomy because he couldn't find a chance to reconcile with his senior brother.

A middle-aged man dressed as a literati led a horse on a dirt road in the countryside, and as he walked, he saw a hunter carrying a pheasant coming down the mountain path.

The middle-aged man politely stepped forward and asked, "Dare to ask this brother, can you go to Liujia Village from here?"

Orion saw that he was dressed as a scribe, and his demeanor was quite a bit of the elegant gentleman often said in the rural opera books, and his eyes were clear and upright, not like some kind of villain, so he replied cheerfully: "Yes, you can go to Liujia Village by following this road." And because Orion is from Liujia Village, he couldn't help but ask more, "I am from Liujia Village, if Mr. goes to Liujia Village, you might as well go with me if you go to Liujia Village." There are no outsiders in our small village on weekdays, and I look at my husband so much, I don't know what happened to my husband in Liujia Village?"

The middle-aged man first thanked Orion for showing him the way, listened to the other party's question, but he replied briefly: "Looking for relatives." ”

Orion saw that there seemed to be a gloomy look in his eyebrows when he said these two words, and he only thought that he had come to seek refuge with his relatives because of a disaster in his family. There was a war going on in the outside world, and I heard that there was a lot of chaos, and a few months ago there were also outsiders who came to join their relatives, and Orion did not feel much strange.

Although the middle-aged man didn't wear any messy satin, the material of the other party's clothes was obviously not the cheesecloth worn by ordinary people. Orion swept his eyes, and the stitches were called a dense, and they were much better than the clothes made by his mother-in-law. Orion thought to himself, whose relatives were so rich? Could it be the village chief's family? He originally wanted to ask who the other party's relatives were, but when he saw that the other party was not interested in talking, he did not dare to continue talking.

The two walked for about two quarters of an hour, and finally arrived at Liujia Village.

The middle-aged man said goodbye to Orion at the head of the village, he took the horse in one hand, took out a piece of letter paper from his bosom with the other, he looked at the contents of the paper, looked up at the village again, and finally as if he had determined the route, put away the paper, and led the horse to the west.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a small farmhouse, looked at the courtyard in front of him, and whispered, "He lives here?"

After the school ended, Qiao Heng didn't stay in the school for long, and returned home directly.

He removed his disguise, washed his hands, and went back to the kitchen to decoct the medicine.

The kitchen used to make a fire for cooking, because he boiled medicine here all day long, the smell of oil smoke that should have been possessed was gradually covered by the rich bitter herb gas. However, the smoke produced by the burning of firewood is impossible to eliminate no matter what, stimulated by the smell of smoke, Qiao Heng couldn't help coughing lightly, but this cough seemed to drive the dark wound in his heart. He held on to the stove and coughed until his throat and chest ached before he gradually stopped.

After a while, the medicine was decoctioned. Qiao Heng cushioned the cloth and grabbed the handle of the casserole, ready to pour out the medicine. It was probably the cough just now that exhausted his strength, and when he picked up the casserole, the casserole was actually crooked, and the hot medicinal soup was almost spilled and poured on himself.

At this moment, he heard a long sigh from behind him. Before he could ask who it was, he heard the man say to him, "Let me come." ”

I saw a middle-aged man who walked in at some point, reached out and held the handle of the casserole for him, took the casserole from his hand, and poured the medicinal juice into the bowl on his behalf.

The man was dressed in a neat shirt with no accessories on his body, except for a long sword hanging from his waist.

Qiao Heng looked at the tall and generous back of the person who came, and lowered his eyes slightly. He spoke up, "...... Father. "Born a villain

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Chapter 57: Heaven and Dragon Slayer 5