Zhang Wuji hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's not her, it's ......" Saying this, he remembered that he didn't know Xiao Zhao's name yet.

Xiao Zhao smiled, "This son, my name is Xiao Zhao." ”

Song Zhe nodded, "Tell me what's going on." ”

As soon as his words fell, Zhang Wuji's joy of being rescued by Song Zhe was immediately diluted, he remembered that his parents died in front of him at that time, the words of his mother, the distorted faces of those people in the five major factions at that time, and remembered what happened today, combined with what he had seen and heard on Wudang Mountain over the years, his face gradually became hideous.

"Speaking of which, blame me for it......" With Zhang Wuji's narration, Song Zhe gradually understood.

What did Zhou Zhiruo say? is a shameless green tea, she teamed up with Song Qingshu to bully Zhang Wuji, and Zhang Wuji has been on Wudang Mountain for eight years, and every day Zhang Sanfeng has to consume a lot of internal strength to help him fight against cold poison, and Song Qingshu is naturally jealous of hypocrites.

Later, Zhang Sanfeng was an apprentice, and Song Zhe suddenly became Zhang Sanfeng's eighth disciple, and he was also Song Qingshu's junior uncle. Coupled with Song Zhe's talent, the flame of jealousy in Song Qingshu's heart was unprecedentedly high and there was nowhere to vent.

This time it was actually agreed between him and Zhou Zhiruo, on the one hand, to express the depression in his heart, and on the other hand, to please the beauties.

"Wuji, don't worry, this Uncle Qiu has avenged you." Song Zhe felt that he should do something for Zhang Wuji.

It's not that he has any friendship with Zhang Wuji, but in fact, it's to repay Zhang Sanfeng for taking care of him in the past three years.

He felt that the master was already more than a hundred years old, although there were no taboos, and now let him roll his arms to find someone to fight, he would probably be eager to try, but after all, Zhang Zhenren is a generation of grandmasters, and his external image cannot be destroyed, and the old Taoist priest is already hundreds of years old, and it is better for young people to take over the fighting, killing or something.

Song Zhe took Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao back to the top of the cliff.

The half-cut large stone that had been cut by the Heavenly Sword lay there quietly, and it was already late at night, and the crowd besieging them had dispersed.

Zhang Wuji's cold poison happened to attack at this time, Song Zhe's eyes flickered, and he temporarily pressed the thought of looking for trouble now. Tomorrow, presumably Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo will find an excuse to settle what happened today.

If you take Zhang Wuji back to Wudang at that time, it must be interesting.

Song Zhe pressed his palm on Zhang Wuji's back, and the supreme strength of the Nine Yang Divine Skill flowed into his body.

When the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm met such an internal force, it was like ice and snow melting, and in the time of half a burnt incense, the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body had been cleared.

This is also the reason why Song Zhe considered that Zhang Wuji had been attacked by cold poison for many years and his body was weak.

If Zhang Wuji had his physique, it was estimated that the Xuanming Divine Palm would not be able to do anything to him.

"Why don't you give him the Class A genetic potion?" This idea suddenly popped into Song Zhe's mind, and then quickly rejected it. He and Zhang Wuji don't have any friendship at all, it's still the same sentence, everything depends on the face of the old Taoist.

Song Zhe knew that he would have to leave here sooner or later, and the old Taoist priest was old and didn't know how many spring and autumn he could spend. The main function of Class A genetic medicine is to improve physical fitness, and the secondary function is to extend the life span of human beings to a certain extent.

Zhang Sanfeng treats him well, so Song Zhe hopes that he will continue to live with this optimistic attitude for two hundred years.

"Uncle Shi, my cold poison ......" Zhang Wuji already had a premonition.

Song Zhe nodded, "It's settled, and you're a normal person from now on." ”

"Am I alright?" Zhang Wuji was a little stunned, he had been attacked by cold poison for so many years, and he was suddenly relieved, and that feeling made him very confused. However, he soon remembered that Wudang Mountain's parents died in front of his eyes eight years ago, and the other five major factions laughed at him, and the hatred in his heart was like a monstrous flood, uncontrollable.

"Uncle Shi!" Zhang Wuji knelt in front of Song Zhe.

"My uncle must also know what happened to me, if I don't avenge my parents, Zhang Wuji swears not to be a man! I beg my uncle to teach me miraculous skills! Zhang Wuji couldn't stop kowtowing to Song Zhe.

Song Zhe looked at the young man who was filled with hatred calmly, and suddenly grinned.

He was going to go down the mountain to stir up the wind and rain in the world, and it seemed that it was nothing to bring a Zhang Wuji who had a grudge against the five major factions. Moreover, the old Taoist priest has used his internal strength to help Zhang Wuji resist cold poison over the years, Zhang Wuji's current foundation can be said to be very deep, plus Jiuyang Divine Skill is similar to a quick exercise......

"You get up first, it's getting late today, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Uncle Shi?"

"Your current physique can't withstand the Jiuyang Divine Skill, and you need to recuperate." Song Zhe opened his eyes and said nonsense, which is already a basic skill.

Zhang Wuji, this stupid boy, really believes it.

Xiao Zhao seemed a little cramped and uneasy at this time, this is Wudang Mountain, and she is a person of Mingjiao, the six major factions of the Central Plains have long been in the same situation as Mingjiao, and she always feels very disobedient to stay in Wudang Mountain.

Song Zheke doesn't care whether Xiao Zhao is from Mingjiao or not, in this world, there are only two kinds of people in his eyes, those who have a good relationship with him, and those who don't care about him well.

To put it bluntly, it is the living and the dead.

provoked him, as long as Song Zhe had the ability, he would definitely not let the other party feel good. If Zhang Wuji hadn't accidentally fallen off the cliff today, the fire foreman Tuo would have burped.

However, it is estimated that the fire foreman who lost the stone ball will not live long.

Thinking of this, Song Zhe didn't bother to go down and deal with a dead man. Even if he didn't die, he wouldn't be a threat to Song Zhe.

……

Wudang Mountain, in Song Qingshu's room.

Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo, and more than a dozen Wudang disciples who participated in the siege were gathering.

"Senior brother, Zhang Wuji fell off the cliff, if the master is investigated, what will we do!" A disciple looked worried.

It is one thing to bully Zhang Wuji, but it is another thing to kill Zhang Wuji.

With Zhang Sanfeng's fiery temper, knowing the truth can definitely tear them apart.

Song Qingshu had a calm face, at that time he was bitten by Zhang Wuji's finger, coupled with the battle with Xiao Zhao, defeat, all kinds of grievances, coupled with the accumulated jealousy, finally stimulated the evil thoughts in his heart, and simply didn't do anything, and directly killed Zhang Wuji.

Now that he had calmed down, he suddenly regretted his impulsiveness.

Zhou Zhiruo sat on the stool calmly, she looked at Song Qingshu with a tangled face, and a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.

"Senior Brother Song, since the incident has happened, we should find a way to deal with it. Senior Brother Zhang, he was playing on Wudang Mountain today, and suddenly met the demon girl of the Demon Sect and was held hostage by the demon girl. When I arrived, I fought with the demon girl, but I couldn't save Senior Brother Zhang from the demon girl......" she said, and she also showed a look of sadness.