After some tossing, it was already the second half of the night, and I saw that there was still an hour, and the sky would be bright. Song Qingshu didn't bother to come to the door to be a villain at this time, although he didn't care about Hu Qingniu's feelings, but it was not a pleasant thing to annoy people after all.

took Zhou Zhiruo to pick up firewood to make a fire, Bai Mao went out for a walk, and soon brought back a roe deer. Disemboweled, peeled and washed, and soon a strong smell of meat filled the air.

Zhou Zhiruo cut off one of the hind legs of the roe deer and gave it to Song Qingshu, and then cut a few pieces of meat herself, and most of the remaining roe deer fell into Bai Mao's mouth.

Song Qingshu thought that Bai Mao was a vegetarian animal, but when he went down the mountain, he realized that this guy was not taboo for meat and vegetables. Basically, he eats anything he can eat, and he has a soft spot for barbecue.

This ended a puzzle for Song Qingshu, he had been thinking before, how could a few fruits support such a huge body to operate?

A few people had a good meal, the sky was already bright, and they packed up and headed for Butterfly Valley. I didn't feel it at night, but I didn't know until this day that this butterfly valley was named after butterflies, and it really deserved its name. Along the way, the mountains are full of wildflowers, and countless butterflies flutter among the flowers.

As you go deeper along the path, more and more butterflies dance, either white, black or purple. A few butterflies landed on the nose of the white hair, causing it to sneeze several times, and the white hair immediately waved its two paws to catch the butterfly everywhere.

Zhou Zhiruo screamed again and again along the way, and the beautiful scenery in front of her made her extremely excited, and she followed Bai Mao to play with butterflies around. However, Song Qingshu was used to seeing this kind of scenery on TV in later generations, and he didn't feel anything, but he just led Bai Yun and followed Zhou Zhiruo and Bai Mao slowly.

After walking for a short time, I saw seven or eight thatched huts, which were full of flowers and plants. Song Qingshu knew in his heart that this was Hu Qingniu's retreat.

"Wudang Song Qingshu came to meet Mr. Hu Qingniuhu, the Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal." Song Qingshu said loudly, his voice was not high, but it came out far away, showing his strong internal strength and cultivation.

"Qingshu Master Nephew! What are you doing here! Before he heard Hu Qingniu's words, a person had already rushed out first, and ran in front of Song Qingshu in a few steps, looking excited, it was Zhang Cuishan, the five heroes of Wudang!

Zhang Cuishan's life can be said to have been saved by Song Qingshu, because he has always been grateful to Song Qingshu. It's just that after Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday banquet, he went down the mountain to investigate the matter of King Kong Gate, and after he got the black jade intermittent ointment back to Wudang, Song Qingshu had already gone down the mountain again. I have never had the opportunity to thank Song Qingshu properly, which is why I am so excited today.

"Nephew meets Fifth Uncle!" Song Qingshu saluted Zhang Cuishan, Wudang is a decent family, the most important etiquette, as the first disciple of the three generations, there can be no difference in his words and deeds.

"Qingshu doesn't have to be polite, please get up quickly!" Zhang Cuishan didn't wait for Song Qingshu to bow down, and hurriedly helped him up.

Song Qingshu got up, took a closer look at Zhang Cuishan, and suddenly felt that he had aged a lot. He still remembered that two years ago, although Zhang Cuishan had lived on a desert island for ten years, he still had a ruddy face and a heroic look when he first arrived in Wu. Unexpectedly, after only two years, he would have an old face and gray hair on his sideburns. It seems that Zhang Wuji's matter really broke his heart.

Song Qingshu sighed slightly, and thought: "Pity the parents of the world, Zhang Wuji has a lot of fate, although he himself is tortured, but it may not be much better for Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu." Parents are always sympathetic to their children's suffering. ”

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of my parents again, although Zhang Wuji was tortured, he was still by their side. But he was killed in a car accident by both his parents, which hit him even harder! Thinking of his parents, Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly reddened slightly.

Fortunately, I have the hope of going back after all, as long as I become stronger, everything is possible to reverse time and space. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait. No matter what the price, no matter what the cost, I will definitely return to my parents to fulfill my filial piety and repay their nurturing kindness. Suddenly, Song Qingshu's belief in achieving the Red Supreme Destiny in his heart was strengthened again.

Zhang Cuishan didn't know that Song Qingshu had already thought of it by himself, his parents in another world, and thought that he was crying because he felt himself. I was immediately moved, and thought: "Although I am Qingshu's uncle, I have only met a few times. He saved my life on Wudang Mountain, which can be said to be a gesture. But now that he is so sympathetic to me, it can be seen that he is really a kind and simple person in his heart. ”

At present, I have a deeper affection for Song Qingshu, but I feel that some time ago, Wudang Zhuxia discussed the opinion of establishing Song Qingshu as the head disciple of the three generations, which is really reasonable.

"Why did Qingshu come here today? Could it be that there is something wrong with the master? Zhang Cuishan asked with some concern.

"That's not it, Master Tai is in good health, he eats well every day, he sleeps soundly, my father and all the uncles are also in good health, they eat well, I came this time mainly because of ......" Song Qingshu explained his origin.

"What? You've found Jiuyang Divine Skill! It's true! Zhang Cuishan's body shook and he was ecstatic, and he took Song Qingshu's hand and asked again and again.

"Of course, cheating Uncle Shi is a big crime, how dare I commit it!" Song Qingshu said with a smile.

"Okay, good, thank you, it's great......" Zhang Cuishan was a little incoherent with joy, and he didn't blame him for being so excited, in the past two years, Zhang Wuji has taken countless elixirs, and a year ago he came to Butterfly Valley to let Hu Qingniu, the world's famous doctor, treat, who knew that he not only did not improve, but the cold poison was deeper, and the daily torture was more painful.

Some time ago, even Hu Qingniu had faintly persuaded them to mourn and change. Now, they are still in this Butterfly Valley just in the hope that a miracle will happen. I was already desperate in my heart, Zhang Cuishan could barely get up to take care of Zhang Wuji, but Yin Susu was already bedridden because of heartbreak.

Unexpectedly, the road of the sky is endless, and a miracle really happened, at this juncture, Song Qingshu actually found Jiuyang Divine Skill, it is really a sky with eyes, for a while, Zhang Cuishan just wanted to hug his head and cry.

Song Qingshu stood quietly to the side, watching Zhang Cuishan cry there without stopping it. He knew that Zhang Cuishan needed to release the pain and despair that he had suppressed for many days, and only in this way would he be happier.

"Excuse me, is Your Excellency Wudang Song Qingshu?" A boy walked over, glanced at Zhang Cuishan, who was crying bitterly, strangely, and asked.

"Exactly down there."

"My husband is invited!"

At that moment, Song Qingshu patted Zhang Cuishan's shoulder and followed the boy towards the thatched house. Walking into the thatched house, I saw a middle-aged man standing on the side of the hall, looking at a servant cooking medicine, and the hall was full of medicinal herbs.

"Are you Song Qingshu? Why are you here? The middle-aged man asked.

"Exactly, here, firstly, on behalf of my Wudang faction, I thanked Mr. Hu for treating my junior brother Zhang Wuji, and secondly, I came to visit my junior brother Wuji." Song Qingshu said respectfully.

"Humph! I treated Zhang Wuji, but I saw his mother Yin Susu, grandfather Baimei Eagle King's face, which has nothing to do with Wudang. You don't have to thank me, as for you to visit Zhang Wuji, he is in the backyard, you can go and find him. Hu Qingniu snorted coldly and said.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and a surge of anger surged in his heart, this Hu Qingniu was too unpleasant to speak. I kindly came to thank him, and now it seems that my Wudang has put a hot face on his cold ass!

was about to ridicule each other, and suddenly thought that no matter what, this Hu Qingniu can be regarded as kind to Wudang, with the temperament of Song Yuanqiao and several uncles, not to mention that he just said a few words that he didn't like, even if he did anything excessive, he would never tolerate it, and he would be disrespectful to him. If I quarrel with him today, I am afraid that it will be difficult to explain to the people of Wudang.

At the moment, he pressed his anger and said coldly: "Since this is the case, I will go to find Senior Brother Wuji here and say goodbye." ”

"Don't send it!"

Song Qingshu walked towards the door, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly looked at Hu Qingniu, a light flashed in his eyes, and then a trace of understanding flashed, not saying anything, closing the door and walking out.