After Song Qingshu woke up at night, he saw Zhou Zhiruo lying on his side on the opposite bed and falling asleep, and suddenly showed a burst of disgust, and his brain began to spin rapidly, thinking about how to take revenge, for the original Song Qingshu, and also for himself to wash away this shame, but when he thought of Zhang Wuji's martial arts, and the leader of the Ming Sect, the Ming Sect can fight against Mongolia in the Western Regions, it can be seen that the momentum is huge, and he is now a waste person, and he has no martial arts, and no power, how to take revenge? For a while, a sense of powerlessness spread throughout the body.

Inadvertently looked at Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful face again, and Song Qingshu's battle intent burned with hatred.

The meridians are broken, and finding a way to fix them is that the Nine Yin True Scripture and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending Knife in the Heavenly Sword Dragon Slayer Knife are roughly remembered, plus the familiarity with the Musashi in this world, it must not be difficult to practice peerless martial arts, and then find those treasures, when there is chaos today, it is easy to pull up a force, and finally fight with Zhang Wuji......

When his thoughts became clearer and clearer, Song Qingshu's mood slowly calmed down, and he also thought about secretly notifying Zhao Min to come over and arrest the rapist, but Zhao Min was a terrible smart woman, and it was hard to guarantee that she would not betray herself to Zhang Wuji for some reason, and when the time came, she would be exposed, and the three of them would definitely not be able to tolerate themselves...... I shudder to think about it.

The next day, in front of everyone, when Zhang Wuji regretfully announced that he could not do anything about the broken meridians, Zhou Zhiruo was still a little worried that Song Qingshu would lose his temper, but he didn't expect Song Qingshu to take a sip of tea very calmly, and said calmly: "Providence is like this, Song can't blame others, this time to trouble Sect Leader Zhang."

At this time, even Zhao Min looked at him with some surprise, Song Qingshu smiled faintly in response, but his heart was turbulent, and he kept perfecting his future revenge plan.

This is the ability that he has cultivated in the society in his previous life, unless the victory or defeat has been decided, otherwise he will never expose his resentment in advance, so that the opponent will take precautions early.

After chatting for a while, because of the tense war in the Western Regions, Zhang Wuji had to lead his group to leave ahead of schedule, and Zhou Zhiruo instructed his disciples to pack their luggage and also embarked on the road back to Emei.

"The boss seems to be getting more and more beautiful lately." The two young female disciples patted Zhou Zhiruo's ass sincerely along the way.

Before, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, but there was always a gloomy color between her eyebrows, which made people a little scared, and now there is a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth at any time, in comparison, it is indeed more bright than before.

"Zhiruo is naturally beautiful, of course she will become more and more beautiful." Song Qingshu gently took Zhou Zhiruo's little hand and looked at her affectionately, feeling her smooth skin, but sneering in his heart, the disciples didn't know the reason, he was clear, these days Zhou Zhiruo got the essence of Zhang Wuji's Jiuyang True Qi nourishment every day, of course, it was even more charming and moving.

Because there were disciples watching, Zhou Zhiruo was embarrassed to withdraw her hand directly, after all, she was her husband, but she was a little impatient in her heart, and her eyes gradually began to become cold, although she regarded herself as Mrs. Song in front of Zhang Wuji, it didn't mean that she really allowed Song Qingshu to do intimate things between his wives to him.

Song Qingshu felt that it was almost over, so she let go of her hands and sat in the carriage to recuperate.

After a lot of deduction, he has already had a plan in his heart in the past two days, although there is little hope of renewing the meridians, but he always has to try it before he is willing.The four great divine doctors in the world, Ping Yizhi and Xue Divine Doctor want to come and be with Hu Qingniu in the middle of the world, since Zhang Wuji has no way, they should have nothing to do, and the only thing left is the most mysterious poisonous hand medicine king, not to mention that he also has a future Xinglin Holy Hand Cheng Lingsu, thinking about it, only he has the greatest hope there.

If you heal the meridians, practice martial arts hard and take out those magic cheats and treasures, and act according to the plan, if you are unfortunate and can't be cured, it's a big deal if you don't learn martial arts, Wei Xiaobao doesn't know any martial arts, he still mixes well, and he climbed up step by step in his previous life, there is no reason not to do it in this life!

Song Qingshu is a person of perseverance, unless he dies, he will not give up any small hope.

I was ready to say goodbye, but before leaving, I had to collect some interest on some people, thinking of this, Song Qingshu squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Zhiruo's back.

After nightfall, a group of four people found an inn in a small town, and after dinner, the two female disciples went back to the room to rest very interestingly, Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, and followed Song Qingshu into his room, seeing that there was only one bed in the room, and his face was a little unsightly.

Song Qingshu followed her gaze, quickly understood what was going on, and said with a smile: "Zhiruo, you sleep in your own bed tonight."

"What about you?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't expect Song Qingshu to know each other so well, her heart warmed, remembering that Song Qingshu had always been polite to herself, even after getting married, she didn't do the slightest transgression, and then thought of the agreement between herself and Zhang Wuji behind his back, and two balls of blush suddenly flew on her face.

"I've laid the floor." Song Qingshu glanced at her cheek strangely.

"How can you do that? You hurt your muscles and bones, and the cold on the ground is too heavy, and it will leave the root of the disease." Zhou Zhiruo's words made Song Qingshu warm, it seems that she is not completely without conscience.

"What if you don't." Song Qingshu glanced at the only bed, and the meaning was obvious, "Why don't we squeeze it?"

"How does this work?" Zhou Zhiruo's head immediately shook like a rattle, if he didn't make an agreement with Zhang Wuji in the future, maybe Zhou Zhiruo would have agreed to it in the husband and wife, anyway, each covered his own quilt, his martial arts were far superior to him, and he was not afraid of any bad intentions. [,!]Si.

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly: "You don't have to worry, I'll go to the store and get a few more mattresses to spread on the ground."

Thinking that one day she would abandon him and become the wife of the person he hated the most, Zhou Zhiruo was already a little guilty, and when she heard him say this, she hurriedly got up: "Your injury is not healed, sit down and rest, I'll get it." After saying that, he hurried out of the house.

When the shopkeeper saw that a fairy-like girl came to borrow a mattress, he was overjoyed, and he took a few beds for her very enthusiastically, and when he left, he looked at Zhou Zhiruo's back and asked, "Fairy, do you want a quilt?"

Zhou Zhiruo was still a little happy until she returned to the room, which woman doesn't like to be praised by a man for her beauty, and happily helped Song Qingshu tidy up the floor, and it was inconvenient for the two to let the disciples know about the fact that they were not married to each other, so she could only do it herself.

Finally finished, Zhou Zhiruo raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat on her forehead, Song Qingshu poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Zhiruo, it's hard work, drink saliva."