"The night is so beautiful today, with such a big moon shining on the ground, we don't even need to light up the lanterns."
After leaving the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Wuji went to the elixir room to get the Heart-Protect Pill and walked back in a good mood.
Later, when he thought about Wang Xu asking him to go to the room to find someone at night during the day, Zhang Wuji's expression became strange again.
To go or not to go, that is the real question.
If he doesn't go, he will be unable to practice martial arts because of the cold poison in his body, and he will be a useless person for the rest of his life.
If he went there, Zhang Wuji would still have lingering fears. In this dark night, if anything happened, would anyone be able to hear him when he shouted for help?
"Hey, isn't this Junior Sister Zhiruo's room? What are these people doing?" Zhang Wuji passed by a courtyard and suddenly found five disciples lying on the window looking into something.
Zhang Wuji was no stranger to this courtyard. He had arranged it for Junior Sister Zhou Zhiruo in the afternoon.
At this time, when he saw five disciples leaning on the window and looking inside, Zhang Wuji frowned and walked up lightly.
"I'm smart, so I said these Emei disciples have come all the way and put hot water in their rooms. They must take a bath. You see, isn't this a blessing?"
"Tall, really tall. It is said that Zhou Zhiruo is Master Miejie's favorite disciple. Compared with her, we are like toads and swans. Even toads can eat meat today!"
"Shh, keep your voice down, we'll be dead if people hear us."
The five disciples suppressed their voices and crowded around the window to whisper.
When Zhang Wuji heard this, his expression changed instantly.
Zhang Wuji fell in love with Zhou Zhiruo at the first sight. How could he let his sweetheart be blasphemed and shouted: "Hey, what are you doing?"
The five disciples looked back and saw that it was Zhang Wuji. Without saying a word, they started using Qinggong and ran away.
Zhang Wuji was determined to chase them, but unfortunately he didn't even have martial arts skills, so how could he catch up with the few people who escaped with Qinggong skills.
crunch
Just when Zhang Wuji was at a loss, the door was opened.
Looking up, Zhou Zhiruo was wearing a gauze dress with only a light yellow bellyband underneath. She asked in a panic: "Senior Brother Zhang, what happened outside?"
Zhang Wuji only took one look, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Zhou Zhiruo's bellyband is relatively thin. Not only is a large area of skin exposed, but there are also two small spots that are slightly raised, creating an imaginative arc.
Zhang Wuji went up to the mountain when he was ten years old. He is now seventeen years old. He has been on Wudang Mountain for seven full years. He has never seen such a grand scene. He was dumbfounded at first sight.
"Senior brother, who hurt you? You have a nosebleed!" Zhou Zhiruo's tone was filled with concern, so that Zhang Wuji did not notice the sarcasm hidden in her eyes.
When Zhou Zhiruo first came to Wudang Mountain today, because he didn't understand the market, he thought Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu were incompatible.
But after asking around, I found out that although Zhang Wuji was the son of Zhang Cuishan, the Five Heroes, the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm in his body made him a useless person who could not practice martial arts.
Zhou Zhiruo is a smart person. She knows that Zhang Sanfeng wants to bring her and Zhang Wuji together, and she also knows that Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu both have a good impression of her.
If it were before, Zhou Zhiruo would have thought it was difficult to choose, but after knowing the details of Zhang Wuji, there was no need to choose anymore.
She is the favorite disciple of Master Miejie. Even if she wants to marry, she must marry a hero. It is nothing to marry a loser who cannot practice martial arts.
Therefore, when Song Qingshu came back in the afternoon, Zhou Zhiruo ditched Zhang Wuji and complained bitterly to Song Qingshu, implying that young heroes like Song Qingshu were the heroes in her mind.
As a result, just ten minutes ago, Song Qingshu came to her aggressively, threatened that Zhang Wuji didn't know how to praise, and wanted to teach him a lesson.
Zhou Zhiruo herself did not want to marry Zhang Wuji. The two hit it off and planned to embarrass Zhang Wuji so that he would quit.
"There were a few people peeking at you just now. When I stopped them, I accidentally got hit, yes, hit." Zhang Wuji wiped the nosebleed. Of course he wouldn't say that he had a nosebleed. He just saw something he shouldn't have seen.
Getting angry.
Zhou Zhiruo was so frightened that she covered her mouth, like a weak woman who didn't know martial arts, and said in fear: "Brother Wuji, why are they so bad? I'm so scared!"
If Zhang Wuji could calm down, he would realize that everything in front of him was unreasonable.
You know, when Zhou Zhiruo came to Wudang Mountain to retrieve the Yitian Sword for Master Miejie, there were eight maids holding swords beside him.
Each of these eight people is a disciple of Emei, and they are all older than Zhou Zhiruo, in order to ensure that Yitian Sword and Zhou Zhiruo will not make any mistakes.
Anyone with a brain will understand after just a moment's thought, how could Zhou Zhiruo not be protected by other senior sisters around her, and be alone at night and be peeked at.
"Junior Sister Zhiruo, you don't have to be afraid, I will protect you." In front of the beauty, Zhang Wuji, as the first brother, his whole heart was beating fast and his head was numb. How could he think of these flaws.
The sarcasm on Zhou Zhiruo's face became even stronger. As a woman, how could she not see that Zhang Wuji seemed to be honest when he spoke, but in fact he was secretly looking at her breasts.
However, Zhou Zhiruo did not show it. Instead, she showed a weak look and begged: "Senior brother, I'm still so scared. Can you come in and stay with me?"
"Okay, okay." Being pressed by Zhou Zhiruo's greatness, Zhang Wuji's nosebleed that had just been stopped started to flow again.
"Brother, I knew you were the best to me." Zhou Zhiruo took Zhang Wuji's hand, walked into the room without any explanation, and said softly: "I have a handkerchief in the room. If your nose bleeds, wipe it with my handkerchief."
Just wipe it."
Zhang Wuji was confused. At the age of seventeen, he was at the peak of his vitality. How could he not have fantasized about women?
Now that happiness came so suddenly, Zhang Wuji's mind was in chaos and he allowed Zhou Zhiruo to drag him in.
As soon as you enter the door, a faint fragrance hits your face. There is a bucket in the room with steaming hot water and dozens of roses scattered inside.
What's even more unbearable is that there is a change of undergarments placed next to the barrel. Look at the material and smell the fragrance. If you don't get drunk with wine, everyone will get drunk.
"Brother, let me wipe it for you." Zhou Zhiruo came over with a gentle face and a white handkerchief.
Zhang Wuji had nosebleeds twice in a row. At this time, his head was a little dizzy. He was so dizzy that he allowed Zhou Zhiruo to do whatever he wanted.
After a while, the nosebleed stopped and the blood on his face was wiped off.
Zhou Zhiruo threw away the handkerchief, looked at Zhang Wuji with tenderness, and whispered: "Brother, on this Wudang Mountain, you are the only one who makes me feel the most warmth."
While talking, Zhou Zhiruo raised her toes and gently closed her eyes.
Seeing the red lips approaching, Zhang Wuji's heart beat like a drum and he quickly closed his eyes.
The next second, his face went cold, as if someone had drawn something on his face with a brush.
Zhang Wuji quickly opened his eyes, and the curtain behind the wooden barrel opened. A dozen Wudang disciples, led by Song Qingshu, let out deafening laughter.
"You, you" Zhang Wuji hadn't reacted yet, he was completely confused.
Song Qingshu held the brush in his hand and laughed loudly: "Zhang Wuji, you are a loser who can't practice martial arts, you want to eat swan meat? Hahaha, go and see your face, there is a seal I stamped on you!"
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"Haha, hahahaha"
The jeers around him were so harsh that Zhang Wuji looked at Zhou Zhiruo with a pale face, with disbelief in his eyes.
Zhou Zhiruo had a sarcastic look on her face, but her previous gentleness was nowhere to be seen. She said coldly: "Zhang Wuji, you don't even have martial arts skills, how can you be worthy of me?"
"You, you!" Zhang Wuji stepped back continuously, staggering, and just pushed to the dressing table at the door.
When I first saw it, I saw a pale face in the bronze mirror, with a small turtle painted on the right side of my face. The turtle was set off by the laughter of Song Qingshu and his group.
"Fool, you have to be self-aware and dare to tell my father that you like Junior Sister Zhiruo. You really want to eat swan meat!" Song Qingshu held the writing brush with a ferocious smile.
Zhang Wuji wiped his face vigorously, and said loudly with a cry in his voice: "No, I didn't find Uncle Song, let alone said that I like Junior Sister Zhiruo."
"If you still don't admit it, someone has already told me that you wanted to fly on a branch and become a phoenix before the founder went into retreat. Wake up, I have a good background, high martial arts, and am better than you in everything. Why do you beat me to it?
"Front, is it just because your mother is a witch from the Demon Cult?" Song Qingshu roared loudly. He was hit twice in a row today, and there was no place to spread the evil fire in his heart.
As a result, I also heard from his subordinates that Zhang Wuji went to see all his uncles before his master went into seclusion and threatened to marry Zhou Zhiruo.
Song Qingshu became angry when he heard this. Zhang Wuji is a damn toad. Who does he think he is? He doesn't even urinate and look like himself. Is swan meat so delicious?