If you want to catch up with Zhang Sanfeng, just staying here in Huo Gong Toutuo is not enough.
Wang Xu expressed his thoughts and told Huo Gong Tutuo that he would first get the Nine Yin Scripture hidden in the Yitian Sword, and then go to Mingjiao to get the Great Shift of the Universe.
Before leaving, Wang Xu left a lot of food in the valley, and injected a shot of nano-repair fluid into Huo Gong Tutuo, who had a broken spinal bone.
Wang Xu didn't care whether Huo Gong Tutuo would compete with Zhang Sanfeng again after he recovered from his injury, or whether he would return to the Vajra Gate in the Western Regions to show off his power.
His purpose in giving out the repairing fluid was just to repay his kindness for teaching him the Nine-Yang Magic Technique.
Whether Huo Gong Tutuo is good or bad, good or evil after he recovers from his injury should be left to those Jianghu heroes to consider.
Standing in his position, Huo Gong Tutuo was pretty good. At least he was nice to him. That was enough, wasn't it?
...Wudang Mountain...
"Senior Brother Song, there has been no news from Zhang Wuji in the past three days. Many brothers and sisters are discussing whether we should do something?"
"Yes, we can't let them continue to discuss it. Everyone knows how favored Zhang Wuji is. If we can't guide public opinion, the Patriarch and the others will have no good harvest from us once they leave seclusion."
This was the third day that Zhang Wuji jumped off a cliff and fell to his death, and it was also the first day that Wang Xu learned the Nine-Yang Magic.
In a side room, Song Qingshu and his young followers were discussing how to calm down the crisis surrounding Zhang Wuji's death.
To be honest, although Song Qingshu was a bit arrogant on weekdays, he had never caused any serious trouble.
On the day Zhang Wuji jumped off the cliff, Song Qingshu was still very happy, but now he can't laugh anymore.
"I grew up in Wudang Mountain. I have never seen the sky so dark. It was covered with dark clouds and there was no sunshine at all. Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji, you broom star, even if I die, you won't let me feel better, and you still want to hold me back.
I'll give you some support!"
Song Qingshu paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.
That night, he just wanted to teach Zhang Wuji a lesson and give him a better memory. Who would have thought that Zhang Wuji would jump off a cliff.
This was great, all the brothers and sisters at that time saw with their own eyes that he was the one who forced Zhang Wuji to death.
The facts are there. Song Qingshu is also speechless. Even with eight mouths, he can't explain it clearly. It's really mud that fell into his crotch. If it's not shit, it's shit.
"You guys, go out and help me spread a piece of news, saying that Zhang Wuji colluded with the Mingjiao witch, and he got angry and jumped off the cliff after being exposed by me." Song Qingshu paused slightly when he said this, and then said: "What happened that night is only
Our people know about it, and now the news is spreading all over the city. Someone must be causing trouble here. You guys go and find out who is causing trouble."
"Yes, senior brother!" Several Wudang disciples looked at each other and left with Song Qingshu's order.
After Song Qingshu waited for these people to leave, he sat down on the chair, as if his bones had been removed.
It's over, it's all over, my position as the leader is gone.
Zhang Wuji died like this, and all the responsibility was placed on him. Song Qingshu shuddered just imagining the consequences.
"Senior Brother Song!" When Song Qingshu was stunned, Zhou Zhiruo walked in.
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo coming, Song Qingshu managed a smile on his face and said, "Junior Sister Zhiruo, why are you here?"
"Senior brother, I have been away from Emei for some time, and I miss Master very much. I am here to say goodbye to you this time." Zhou Zhiruo whispered softly, but her alienation towards Song Qingshu was hidden deep in her eyes.
Song Qingshu could think of a problem, how could Zhou Zhiruo not think of it.
In the past few days, the Emei disciples accompanying him have heard the rumors outside, saying that Song Qingshu is going to be in trouble.
As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand behind dangerous walls. Although Zhou Zhiruo is a woman and cannot be called a gentleman, she still knows that when floods are coming, ants are always the first to move.
She was optimistic about Song Qingshu before because Song Qingshu's father was Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu had the hope of becoming the head of Wudang Mountain.
This is like a certain national husband. If you take off the glorious skin on his body, no one will know who he is.
Now, Song Qingshu is facing a catastrophe. It is hard to say whether he will be the leader of Wudang Mountain in the future, or even whether he will be an elder in the future.
How could a smart person like Zhou Zhiruo put his bargaining chip on someone who had cut off his future?
"Junior sister, why don't you stay a few more days?" When Song Qingshu heard that Zhou Zhi was leaving, he stood up from his chair in a panic.
There was a flash of disdain in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, but she hid it very well, and soon changed to a look of reluctance, saying: "Originally, I didn't want to go back so early, but in my dream last night, I
The master is sick. Although everyone says that dreams are reverses, I grew up next to the master. Whenever I think about this dream, I feel uneasy. It is better to meet Emei as soon as possible. "
Hearing that Zhou Zhiruo had carried out all the masters, Song Qingshu didn't know what to say and just looked at Zhou Zhiruo with reluctance.
Of course Zhou Zhiruo knew what Song Qingshu was waiting for. If Zhang Wuji hadn't happened, even if she was leaving now, she would have to leave a handkerchief behind so that Song Qingshu would have something to miss.
It's a pity that the sea has been filled with difficulties, and it's hard to say whether Song Qingshu will have a future. Even if Zhou Zhiruo saw his purpose, she just pretended to turn a blind eye.
"Senior brother, please 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 old, but she is also very thoughtful. Even though she is no longer optimistic about Song Qingshu's future, she still seems to have a lot of hope.
Can't bear to be the same.
Song Qingshu felt his bones go numb after hearing this. He quickly took out the banknotes he had saved so hard from the secret compartment in the room and stuffed them all into Zhou Zhiruo's hands.
You have to ask him how he saved the money. Meerkats and cats have their own ways of doing things. As the son of Song Yuanqiao, Song Qingshu was surrounded by a large group of wealthy young men who went up to the mountains to practice martial arts. How could he lack the filial piety from below?
"Slippery, it's so slippery, it's like touching silk!" As he was paying the bill, Song Qingshu pretended to be casual and wiped Zhou Zhiruo's jade hand with his fingers.
Zhou Zhiruo didn't seem to notice, and put away the banknote with a smile, smiling like a lily: "Brother, you don't have to give it to me. I'm leaving first. Remember to come to Mount Emei to see me."
After saying this, Zhou Zhiruo didn't wait for Song Qingshu to say goodbye and left without looking back.
Song Qingshu hesitated to speak. He originally wanted to go down the mountain to see Zhou Zhiruo off, but before he could say this, he said there was no need to say so. What else could he say next.
Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's leaving figure, Song Qingshu felt empty in his heart, as if something had slipped away.
"This big fool, with his little ability, actually wants to take advantage of me!"
After leaving Song Qingshu's courtyard, Zhou Zhiruo's smile disappeared.
She glanced back slightly, and after realizing that Song Qingshu hadn't followed, she took out the banknotes she had stuffed before and counted them in her hand.
There are eight banknotes in total, all issued by a century-old bank, and can be exchanged in both the north and the south.
There are three for two hundred taels, four for one hundred taels, and one for five hundred taels.
Zhou Zhiruo curled her lips. The total amount was only one thousand five hundred taels. This amount of money was not enough to buy a better luminous pearl, so he touched it twice in vain.
"Huh, poor guy!" Zhou Zhiruo snorted lightly, put away the banknote, and returned to her innocent smile like a white lotus.
As a woman, the most important thing is your acting skills. The higher you set your own price, the more unique you will be.
While Zhou Zhiruo despised Song Qingshu's stinginess, she secretly thought that the weather was going to get cold soon. She heard that the fox fur coats in the north were good, and the white fox fur coats must match her skin color. Little did she know that there was someone at the foot of the mountain.
Wait for her.
No, it is not waiting for Zhou Zhiruo, but waiting for the Yitian Sword, or the Nine Yin Sutra in the Yitian Sword.