Song Qingshu was a little desperate all of a sudden, the sweeping monk was an almost god-like storage in the golden book, and he said that he couldn't save it, it was really hopeless.

Seeing that he was almost collapsing, the sweeping monk silently recited the Buddha's name, and said slowly: "Martial arts are things outside the body, why should the young man be so persistent......?

The voice of the sweeping monk seemed to have a calming effect, Song Qingshu slowly calmed down, but when he saw that the other party persuaded him to convert to Buddhism, he was quite disapproving, and hurriedly refused: "The master is kind, the younger generation understands it, but there are still too many doubts in the hearts of the younger generation, which need to be confirmed one by one, and it is really impossible to escape into the empty door."

"Anyway, I don't want to see the young man's fate yet, and I don't force it anymore." Nameless shook his head, suddenly stretched out his fingers, and poked a few times at the big points on Song Qingshu's body, Song Qingshu only felt that several warm currents wrapped his body, Nameless had already turned around and drifted away, and the voice came from afar, "Lao Wei protects the Shaoxia's meridians with his true qi, so that it will not shrink for the time being.......

"The Four Great Doctors?" Hearing Song Qingshu's question, Zhou Zhiruo frowned and thought carefully, "Today, the people who can be called divine doctors are none other than Hu Qingniu, the famous doctor of Kaifeng, the famous doctor of murder, Pingyizhi, the divine doctor of Songzhou City, by the way, and the legendary king of poisonous hand medicine."

Seeing her husband's longing eyes, Zhou Zhiruo was also a little unbearable in her heart, and comforted: "Qingshu, Zhang Wuji has already obtained the true biography of Hu Qingniu, it can be said that Qingqing is blue, even he can't help it, and several other miracle doctors and Hu Qingniu are just a few of them, and they don't want to ...... it."

Song Qingshu thought that she wanted to stay here and wait for Zhang Wuji, and didn't want to accompany her, so she was upset in her heart, and shouted casually: "Don't mention that person!"

Zhou Zhiruo didn't expect him to react so much, but she knew very well that because of herself, Song Qingshu had always hated Zhang Wuji very much, thinking that he had always been deeply affectionate to herself, her heart softened, and she persuaded softly: "Qingshu, it's not a big deal if the martial arts are gone, let's go back to Emei together, don't pay attention to the grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes, what's the difference between having martial arts and not having martial arts when the time comes, do you say it's okay?"

I have never seen Zhou Zhiruo so tender and soft-spoken, Song Qingshu looked at her bright and moving cheeks, and had a surname for a while.

Seeing that the other party was staring at him in a daze, even if the two were already husband and wife in name, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but be a little shy, and glanced at him angrily: "I haven't seen enough for so long!" "I can't get enough of it in my life~" Song Qingshu replied subconsciously, suddenly a little puzzled about how much her attitude had changed, and looked at her uncertainly: "Are you really willing to go back to Emei with me?"

"You are my husband, who will I go back to Emei if I don't go back with you?" Zhou Zhiruo said softly, but it was difficult to hide a trace of loneliness in the corners of her eyes, Zhang Wuji took the initiative to hug her that night, although Zhou Zhiruo refused, but there was still a trace of joy in her heart, knowing that Zhang Wuji always had a strong affection for herself. In addition, Song Qingshu made himself a waste person this time, Zhou Zhiruo just wanted to go back to Emei to spend the rest of his life with him.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but hold Zhou Zhiruo in his arms under great joy, thinking that no matter what troubled times he had, what martial arts he had, it would not be in vain to have such a stunning beauty to accompany him.

Zhou Zhiruo was held in his arms by him without defense, and her body couldn't help but stiffen, but thinking that he was her husband after all, her body slowly softened.

A fragrant delicate body in her arms, the delicate curves quickly made Song Qingshu feel it, and lowered her head and kissed her face.

Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously wanted to dodge, but suddenly remembered the qiē he had paid for himself, and he was in a state of anxiety for a while.

Song Qingshu is not the fool who only fought for anger before, and Zhou Zhiruo had successfully kissed her cherry mouth before hesitating.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes widened suddenly, and Song Qingshu took the opportunity to knock her teeth open when she was stunned, and tasted the other party's fragrant tongue to her heart's content.

Exhaling like an orchid, his lips and teeth were fragrant, at that moment Song Qingshu felt that his whole body was almost crisp.After the initial stunned, Zhou Zhiruo closed his eyes as if he had accepted his fate, but his heart was in chaos.

Even if it was a short hug with Zhang Wuji before, Zhou Zhiruo's heart was beating so fast, and now she kissed Song Qingshu, but Zhou Zhiruo didn't have any special feelings, just passively let the other party do it, and there was only the girl's instinctive shyness and endless hesitation in her heart.

Song Qingshu didn't know what was going on in her heart, she felt so happy at the moment, holding her slender waist with one hand, and instinctively reaching into her shirt with the other hand, reaching for the softness on her chest.

"Smack!" Zhou Zhiruo reacted suddenly, subconsciously slapped him, and as soon as he turned around, he broke free from Song Qingshu's embrace, and looked at him with some anger on his face.

Song Qingshu secretly said badly, subconsciously used those modern ** stroking methods, how do you know that the other party is still an ancient yellow flower girl, where can she endure this scale.

Zhou Zhiruo saw the faint red mark on his face, and thought that he was his husband after all, and felt a little apologetic, so she had to explain: "Now this is a quiet place in Shaolin, and it is broad daylight, you are too embarrassing for the family like this."

Listening to her words, Song Qingshu was overjoyed, "Could it be that in other places, find a night to treat you like this, and you will follow?". Of course, he didn't dare to say this, so he had to say: "Now that my injuries are almost better, when will we go back to Emei?" He just wants to leave here as much as he can, as long as he stays away from Zhang Wuji, when the time comes, he will grind hard and hard, plus this righteous and bright husband and wife identity, it is not a matter of time before he really gets her?

"If it's late today, let's rest for the night and leave tomorrow morning." After Zhou Zhiruo finished speaking, she trotted out with her filial face.

Song Qingshu stayed in the house and thought about the wonderful feeling just now, sitting on the bed and smirking, thinking that God was really good to him, not only did he reincarnate himself as a human being, but also gave such a beautiful fairy to himself for nothing, compared to this, what is it if he can't practice martial arts in this life.

When it got dark, Zhou Zhiruo returned to the house, after all, it seemed to outsiders that they were husband and wife, and they must have slept in the same room.

Staring sideways at Zhou Zhiruo's graceful curves on the opposite side, Song Qingshu kept drooling, such a peerless beauty was in front of him, but he could only look at it and not eat it, it was a pity.

Slowly drowsiness swelled up, and at the moment when Song Qingshu closed his eyes, a masked figure flashed in from the window and quickly clicked several big points on his body.