Zhang Wuji looked at his arm that was thrown away and was stunned for a moment.

Senior Brother Song, he was really angry. However, it was he who made a mistake first, and the senior brother should have treated him like this.

It's just that Senior Brother Song's attitude of not saying a word—not even looking at himself—made Zhang Wuji feel that even if Senior Brother was really ruthless, if he directly fired at himself like a rainstorm and thunder, it would be better than now.

Senior Brother Song rejected his help so bluntly, so that he couldn't do anything more, at this time, he continued to stretch out his arm, nor did he withdraw his hand, he didn't want to provoke Senior Brother Song to hate himself even more, and he didn't worry about Senior Brother Song, Zhang Wuji could only smile bitterly.

Qiao Heng raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and put down his hand casually. Then, just like there was no Zhang Wuji beside him, his back was straight as when he came, and he walked straight past Zhang Wuji.

......

Yu Lianzhou strode after Song Yuanqiao, his face was so cold and solemn that he almost dripped water. He and Song Yuanqiao walked all the way through the Wudang faction, and when the two of them walked out of the back mountain and passed through several halls, he saw that there were no junior disciples around, so he took the opportunity to say, "Senior brother, you have done it this time. ”

It's okay not to mention this, as soon as this matter is mentioned, the anger that is gradually extinguishing in Song Yuanqiao's heart seems to have signs of resurgence, but before this flame can rise up, it is extinguished by a wave of sadness.

They have seven brothers, they are the first, the seventh brother is the youngest, when the master is inconvenient, he will teach the seventh brother, and the daily life is taken care of by himself, the age difference between the two of them is very far, on the surface it is said that it is a junior brother, but in fact, it is not a brother and a son, and in the same way, the seventh brother also regards himself as a brother and a father. How can the relationship between the two of them be exhausted by the word "deep"?

Who would have thought that one day, the seventh brother would be killed by his brother's own son. He was not strict with his children, causing his parents and children to make irreversible mistakes, and he no longer had the shame to face his seventh brother.

The posture put on by Shicai Qingshu, he understood the intention of this gesture at a glance, and at the same time he realized it, he felt irrepressible pain and anger.

Qingshu didn't know what was wrong with him.

He didn't even think he had done anything wrong from beginning to end!

For a moment, Song Yuanqiao almost stood unsteadily.

He wanted to confide in his second brother about these bitter things, but when he was about to say it, he swallowed it all back. The second brother is jealous and hateful, how can these words be said to him. Thinking like this, a deep sense of shame and sadness appeared in his heart, how could he be called a frank person for such favoritism.

He just said: "Even if he is allowed to take one life for another, it is also deserved, not to mention that it is just suffering from some flesh and skin, when will I wait for the people in the rivers and lakes to see these small fights." If I had understood the principle of 'small punishments and great commandments', I would not have let things come to this point. ”

Yu Lianzhou said in his heart, how can it be regarded as "pain of flesh and skin" and "small punishment"? The blood in front of Qingshu's body, isn't it that he can't spit it out, I'm afraid that he has suffered internal injuries.

Of course, he really wronged Song Yuanqiao, and Qiao Heng's vomiting of blood was mostly his own reason. Song Yuanqiao can be regarded as carrying two-thirds of the black pot.

Yu Lianzhou sighed: "What Senior Brother said made Senior Brother and I don't know how to answer." ”

Song Yuanqiao walked in front of him, and after a while, he suddenly said: "Second brother probably won't believe it, when I looked at Qingshu before, Qingshu inadvertently showed a look, which actually made me feel that Qingshu wanted to put me to death. ”

It was a cold, sharp look in his eyes. He had never seen such a look on Qingshu's body.

When Yu Lianzhou heard this, a almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face, which was usually unsmiling, and he said helplessly: "The more you say this, the more outrageous it becomes." Saying that, he remembered something, and there was a little sentimentality in his eyes, and he continued: "Senior brother, it's not that I don't understand, this kid Qingshu would rather have an accident by himself than get hurt by you, senior brother." The elder brother can't always suspect his neighbor of stealing the axe because he once missed the road. Anyway, what the senior brother said, I don't believe it. ”

It's because he knows that you don't believe it, so he speaks it out and listens to you. A trace of sorrow flashed in Song Yuanqiao's eyes, and he said, "This matter is for my brother and the devil to be stunned." ”

Hearing him say this, Yu Lianzhou said that he had stepped out of the horns. asked about another thing: "Senior brother, I just heard Wuji say that Qingshu's condition is not very good. You tell me about the recent situation of Qingshu, so that I have a bottom in my heart. ”

To his surprise, as soon as he said this, the senior brother's face seemed to become a little gray with the naked eye.

Song Yuanqiao didn't want to hide this matter from anyone, but every time he mentioned it, he still felt extremely difficult, he said: "Qingshu him, now he can no longer practice martial arts." ”

......

Zhang Wuji watched Senior Brother Song walk past him.

After he couldn't see Qiao Heng's figure, his heart felt heavy as if a big stone had been placed. He covered his face with one hand, and the expression on his face was hidden under the palm of his hand.

I still remember when I was a child, I inadvertently said information about my father-in-law, which affected my parents. And this time, he seems to have done something wrong again. He found himself always doing something wrong in his ignorance, and a deep sense of helplessness arose from the bottom of his heart.

Qiao Heng stood at the fork in the mountain behind Wudang and paused.

He was thinking about where he should go next, he felt that he was like a guest on Wudang Mountain, and for a while, he didn't know where to go. Should he go back to Song Qingshu's former residence? However, in the past few years since Song Qingshu's death, did everyone in Wudang still keep his room for him?

He followed the memory in his mind and walked towards Song Qingshu's room.

Wudang's qiē made him feel out of place from the bottom of his heart. Along the way, he didn't pay attention to whether he met Wudang disciples on the road, and whether they would have seen his wolf appearance.

He stood in front of the door of his room, calmed his thoughts, and slowly pushed the door open. A cold air that had not been inhabited for a long time rushed to the face, and pillars of light were projected from outside, and there seemed to be floating dust in the air, undulating and erratic.

He walked into the room and closed the door.

The furnishings in the room are roughly the same as Song Qingshu remembers, he came to a square table, the square table is covered with a layer of shallow and sparse dust, not thick, it can be seen that this room is still cleaned regularly. It's just that if this room is not inhabited, no matter how clean it is, it still seems to lack a bit of popularity.

Qiao Heng was extremely tired, so he sat down against the square table, supported his forehead with one hand, and regardless of the injuries on his body, he gradually closed his eyes and began to take a nap.

He came to Wudang as if to experience such a farce, a farce that made him physically and mentally exhausted. However, the farce he experienced did not stop at this one, thinking back to all his qiē in the past, even he had to admit that his past qiē experience was just another form of farce, which seemed to be vigorous and lively, but in fact it was meaningless to him.

......

When Yin Liting passed by the martial arts arena, he heard from some Wudang disciples that Qingshu had returned to Wudang today, and he thought it was someone laughing at first, but after asking carefully, he realized that others were not lying. He asked where Qingshu was now, and these young junior disciples all said, "Senior Brother Song kowtowed to Master Tai outside Zixiao Palace and left, and I don't know where Senior Brother is now." ”

He asked a few people in a row, and then he heard someone say, "I seem to have seen Senior Brother Song go back to his room before." ”

Yin Liting felt strange in his heart, the senior brother came back with the green book, why didn't he say a word to their senior brothers.

He came to the front of Qingshu's room, listened to the sound of breathing and the sound of fabrics coming from the room, and said in his heart, Qingshu was indeed inside.

His feelings for Qingshu are quite complicated, on the one hand, he deeply hates him for harming the seventh brother, but at the same time, when he saw Qingshu in order to protect the senior brother, and the vicious palm of the head of Emei Zhou in his body, which caused him to be seriously injured and "died", he was sad for Qingshu. Now, even he himself can't tell or discern what it's like in his heart.

He hesitated in front of the door for a while, and with the kung fu of Qingshu, he probably heard that he was outside the door. Yin Liting had a pure heart, he thought, since Qingshu knew that he was here, then if he pretended not to come and left directly at this time, wouldn't it be a cover-up and steal the bell. Now that he had figured out the joint, he simply bent his fingers and knocked on the door neatly, and said, "Qingshu, the sixth uncle is going in." ”

Yin Liting is a person who practices martial arts, and his steps are habitually light, if the house is inhabited by a person who practices martial arts, he can naturally hear his footsteps, but Qiao Heng, a former person who practiced martial arts, is an exception, to be honest, his current body is not even comparable to ordinary people, and how can it be compared with Kang Tai's sturdy martial arts practitioners.

Yin Liting said such a sentence, and he planned to push the door in, but the people in the house did not reply immediately, which made him a little suspicious in his heart. After two breaths, a voice came from the room: "Sixth uncle, I'm really sorry, it's not convenient for me to meet people now." ”

Yin Liting really didn't expect Qingshu to say this, and when he listened to this, his voice was not as firm and powerful as he remembered. He didn't know why Qingshu didn't see him, but as an elder, he couldn't break in directly. He had no choice but to say, "Okay, the sixth uncle won't go in." ”

After a while, Qiao Heng didn't see anyone break in, it seemed that Yin Liting had left.

He had a white bandage in his hand, and he was about to wrap it around his back.

The wound on his back was actually not serious, but it was inadvertently cut through the skin by the sword wind, causing some shallow small wounds. He was wearing a light white coat with an absorbent texture, and as soon as the blood oozed out, mixed with the cold sweat that broke out from the pain, it immediately spread on the white clothes, which was a little more terrifying. When recuperating from an injury, as long as you raise your arms and bend over not too much, and pull the wound from time to time, the scab can heal in a few days.

However, although the wound was very shallow, during the period of bandage back and forth, he had to pull the wound every time, which also made him endure a lot of pain.

He wrapped the bandage alone, skillfully and without the slightest clumsiness. On the floor was a copper basin with a handkerchief on the rim, stained with red stains from his back, which was mixed with blood and sweat. There was also an ordinary Wudang disciple's uniform on the bench, an old coat he took out of the closet. And his white clothes, which were stained with blood on the front and back, were casually abandoned on the ground by him.

He fetched water alone, washed his wounds alone, wrapped his bandages alone, and his every move was the most natural, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

After he had redressed and tied his hair, he picked up the copper basin and prepared to drain the water inside.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he heard someone calling, "Qingshu!"

Yin Liting never left, he watched Qingshu come out with a copper basin, and stood up from the side and walked over there. He didn't know why, but he always felt a little relieved, so he only said that he would not enter the room, and did not say that he would go back immediately.

Qiao Heng didn't think that Yin Liting was still here, and said, "Sixth uncle." ”

As soon as Yin Liting walked over, he was extremely sensitive to smell the slightest smell of blood in the water in the copper basin, and before he could react, the afterglow of his eyes inadvertently fell on the clothes that were placed on the ground, which were stained with blood, which was very obvious at a glance.