If you want to chase Zhang Sanfeng, it's not enough to stay here at the fire foreman.

Wang Xu said his thoughts and told the fire foreman Tuo that he would first go to get the Nine Yin True Scripture hidden in the Yitian Sword, and then he would go to the Ming Sect to take the Qiankun Great Transfer.

Before leaving, Wang Xu left a lot of food in the valley, and injected a nano repair solution into the fire foreman Tuo, who had a broken spinal bone.

As for whether the fire foreman Tuo would go to Zhang Sanfeng again to compete with him after his injury, or go back to the King Kong Gate in the Western Regions to be powerful, Wang Xu didn't care about this.

The purpose of giving the repair liquid was just to repay the kindness of teaching Jiuyang Divine Skill.

Whether the fire foreman is good or bad, good or evil, after his injury is healed, it is better to leave it to those heroes to consider.

Standing in his place, the fire foreman Tuo is not bad, at least good for him, and that's enough, isn't it.

... Wudang Mountain...

"Senior Brother Song, there has been no news of Zhang Wuji in the past three days, and many senior brothers are discussing, should we do something?"

"Yes, we can't let them talk about it anymore, everyone knows how favored Zhang Wuji is, if they can't guide public opinion, once they are out of the customs, they won't have our good fruit to eat."

This is the third day that Zhang Wuji jumped off a cliff and fell to his death, and it is also the first day that Wang Xu learned Jiuyang Divine Skill.

In a side room, Song Qingshu and his little followers were discussing how to calm down the turmoil of Zhang Wuji's death.

To be honest, although Song Qingshu is a little empty-eyed on weekdays, he has never been in a big disaster.

On the day Zhang Wuji jumped off the cliff, Song Qingshu was still very happy, but he couldn't laugh until now.

"I grew up on Wudang Mountain, and I have never seen it so dark, it is simply dark clouds, and there is no sunlight at all. Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji, you broom star, you won't make me feel better if you die, and you still want to pull me to pad your back! ”

Song Qingshu carried his hands behind his back, walking back and forth in the room.

That night, he just wanted to teach Zhang Wuji a lesson and give him a longer memory, who would have thought that Zhang Wuji would jump off the cliff.

Fortunately, all the brothers and sisters at that time saw with their own eyes that it was he who forced Zhang Wuji to death.

The facts are there, Song Qingshu is also unspeakable, even if he has eight mouths, he can't explain it, it's really yellow mud that fell into the crotch of his pants, it's not but is.

"A few of you, go out and help me spread a message, just say that Zhang Wuji colluded with the Ming Sect demon girl, and I broke it before he jumped off the cliff in anger." Song Qingshu's tone paused slightly when he said this, and said: "The events of that night, only our people know, and now that the city is full of wind and rain, there must be someone doing ghosts here, you go to find out who is making waves." ”

"Yes, senior brother!" Several Wudang disciples glanced at each other and left with Song Qingshu's order.

After Song Qingshu waited for these people to leave, he sat on the chair as if his bones had been pulled out.

It's over, it's all over, and his position as the head of the house has flown up.

As soon as Zhang Wuji died like this, all the responsibility was put on him, and Song Qingshu shuddered just by imagining the consequences.

"Senior Brother Song!" When Song Qingshu was stunned, Zhou Zhiruo walked in.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo coming, Song Qingshu barely had a smile on his face, and said, "Senior Sister Zhiruo, why are you here?" ”

"Senior brother, I've been away from Emei for a while, and I miss Master very much, and I'm here to say goodbye to you this time." Zhou Zhiruo spoke softly, but in the depths of her eyes, she hid her estrangement from Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu can think of a question, how could Zhou Zhiruo not think of it.

In the past few days, the Emei disciples who accompanied him had already heard the rumors outside, all saying that Song Qingshu was going to be unlucky.

As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, although Zhou Zhiruo is a woman and cannot be called a gentleman, she also knows that when the flood is coming, the ants are always the first to move.

She was optimistic about Song Qingshu before, but Song Qingshu's father was Song Yuanqiao, and Song Qingshu had the hope of becoming the head of Wudang Mountain.

It's like a certain national husband, pulling out the glorious skin on his body, who will know who he is.

Now, Song Qingshu is already in great trouble, not to mention the position of the head of Wudang Mountain in the future, and it is difficult to say whether he can even be an elder in the future.

How could a smart person like Zhou Zhiruo put his chips on a person who cut off the future.

"Senior sister, why don't you stay for a few more days?" When Song Qingshu heard that Zhou Zhi wanted to leave, he got up from the chair in a panic.

There was a flash of disdain in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, but she hid it well, and quickly changed to a reluctant look, and said: "Originally, I didn't want to go back so early, but in my dream last night, I dreamed that Master and her old man were sick. Although everyone says that dreams are reversed, I grew up beside Master since I was a child, and as long as I think about this dream, I feel uneasy, so it is better to have Emei as soon as possible. ”

Hearing that Zhou Zhiruo had lifted the exterminator out, Song Qingshu didn't say anything, but just looked at Zhou Zhiruo with reluctance.

Of course Zhou Zhiruo knew what Song Qingshu was waiting for, if there was no change in Zhang Wuji, even if she had to leave now, she would have to leave a handkerchief before leaving, so that Song Qingshu would have something to miss.

It's a pity that the sea was once difficult to water, and it is difficult to say whether Song Qingshu has a future, even if Zhou Zhiruo saw his purpose, he just pretended to turn a blind eye.

"Senior brother, take care of yourself, the senior sisters are still waiting for me outside, remember to come to Emei to see me when you have time!" Zhou Zhiruo is not very old, but she is also very scheming, even if she is no longer optimistic about Song Qingshu's future, she still seems to be reluctant.

Song Qingshu heard that his bones were about to be crispy, and he hurriedly took out the silver ticket he had worked hard to save from the dark compartment in the room, and stuffed it to Zhou Zhiruo.

You have to ask him how he saved the money, the meerkat cat road mouse has the mouse road, Song Qingshu is the son of Song Yuanqiao, and there is a large group of rich sons who go up the mountain to practice martial arts, how can he lack the following filial piety.

"It's slippery, it's so slippery, it's like touching silk!" Then on the silver ticket, Song Qingshu pretended to be casual and wiped Zhou Zhiruo's jade hand with his fingers.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't seem to notice, smiled and put away the silver ticket, and smiled like a lily: "Senior brother, you don't have to send me, I'll go first, remember to come to Mount Emei to see me." ”

After saying this, Zhou Zhiruo didn't wait for Song Qingshu to open his mouth to send him off, and left without looking back.

Song Qingshu wanted to speak and stopped, he originally wanted to say that he would go down the mountain to send Zhou Zhiruo, but before he could say this, he said that he didn't need to send it, how to say the rest of the words.

Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's departing back, Song Qingshu only felt empty in his heart, as if something had slipped away.

"This big fool, with this little ability, actually wants to take advantage of me!"

Leaving Song Qingshu's courtyard, Zhou Zhiruo's smile disappeared.

She glanced back slightly, and after finding that Song Qingshu didn't follow, she took out the silver ticket that she had stuffed before, put it in her hand and counted it.

There are a total of eight silver tickets, all of which are issued by a century-old money bank, and can be exchanged in both the north and the south.

Three of the two hundred taels were three, four of the hundred taels were four, and one was five hundred taels.

Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips, a total of only 1,500 taels, this money is not enough to buy a good night pearl, so she touched him twice.

"Hmph, poor ghost!" With a cold snort gently, Zhou Zhiruo put away the silver ticket and returned to a pure smile like a white lotus.

Women, the most important thing is acting, the more you set yourself at a higher price, the more different you will be.

Zhou Zhiruo despised Song Qingshu's stinginess, and secretly thought that it was going to be cold soon, I heard that the fox fur jacket in the north was good, and the white fox fur jacket must match her skin color very well, and she didn't know that there was someone waiting for her under the mountain.

No, it's not waiting for Zhou Zhiruo, but waiting for the Heavenly Sword, or the Nine Yin True Scripture in the Heavenly Sword.