Song Qingshu got dressed and just got out of bed, feeling that his footsteps were flimsy, and he thought to himself that it was really terrible, and the reputation of beauty and misfortune really lived up to its reputation.
Looking back at Zhou Zhiruo lying there powerlessly, Song Qingshu squatted down and brushed her face with his fingers, "Lady, I love you so much, why would I be willing to kill you? Don't worry, your internal strength will almost recover after dawn." .”
No matter how big the anger was, it was almost extinguished after being tossed about six times. Zhou Zhiruo gave him a complicated look, and said coldly: "You will regret it."
"Even if I die in your hands in the end, I will never regret it." He picked up his luggage and walked out. When he went out, he seemed to think of something, and turned around and said, "Don't blame me for reminding you. Now except for you and me, no one else is going to die." Knowing what happened tonight, you wouldn't be so stupid to tell the truth to Zhang Wuji, would you?" After speaking, he laughed and drifted away.
Time passed slowly, and the sky began to turn white. Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. The numbness and pain from below made her almost lie down again. Zhou Zhiruo grabbed the bed and shattered it. , gritted his teeth and said, "Song Qingshu, I will definitely let you die."
"Yawn!" Song Qingshu, who was tens of miles away, sneezed, looked up at the sky, and said with a wry smile, "I'm afraid that woman has already woken up. Isn't my behavior a little too wolf-hearted?"
Although I know that Zhou Zhiruo caught me, I will definitely die. If she really had something with Zhang Wuji, I might really be ruthless and get rid of her to avoid future troubles. Now that I know that I am her first man, where? Still able to do it.
Besides, even if he is a ruthless person, he is not a stupid person. He released her because he clearly considered that killing Zhou Zhiruo would do more harm than good.
Now Zhou Zhiruo is the only person in the world who will quietly chase and kill herself, and she dare not say anything; on the contrary, if she kills Zhou Zhiruo and disappears again, then she will become the biggest suspect, and everyone in the world will think that she killed herself Not to mention Zhang Wuji and the Emei faction's endless pursuit, people all over the world will spurn her, and her reputation will be completely rotten by then.
Don't underestimate the word reputation. In the ancient world, with a bad reputation on his back, he might not be able to turn himself around for the rest of his life. Don't you see that no matter what Pingxi King Wu Sangui does, a lot of people will jump out and drag him down. This is The inevitable consequence of notoriety. Song Qingshu still wants to make a big difference in today's troubled times, how could he be so unwise and get the notoriety of killing his wife
Song Qingshu reckoned that Zhou Zhiruo was already on the way to kill him. He mentioned the four great doctors in the world at the beginning, and Zhou Zhiruo should have guessed that he would go to them to treat his meridians.
Hu Qingniu is dead, and among the three remaining genius doctors, Kaifeng's Ping Yizhi is the closest to here, Songzhou City's Xue genius doctor is next, and the whereabouts of the Poison Hand Medicine King are the most secretive. Ordinary people don't even know the difficult escape road to Chapter 11
Where to find him, but Song Qingshu will not be troubled. As a modern person, he is familiar with the plot of Jinshu. He knows very well that Yaowangzhuang is located in the White Horse Temple in the Dongting Lake Basin, in the Wuchang-Yueyang area. The exact location can be found by himself. yes.
If nothing happened, Zhou Zhiruo would definitely go to Kaifeng and Songzhou first, and then look for the illusory Yaowangzhuang at the end. He should be safe in a short time. Song Qingshu made up his mind, and strode towards Dongting Lake.
After half a month of traveling, Song Qingshu finally came to the vicinity of Dongting Lake. He inquired about the location of the White Horse Temple in many cities. Those who were asked said they had never heard of this place.
Hungry and thirsty all the way, Song Qingshu found a restaurant in the town, ordered food and drink while thinking about his future while drinking the stuffy wine.
No wonder he was depressed, not to mention whether the Poisonous Hand Medicine King could heal his meridians, now he can't even find the White Horse Temple, and who knows where the plot of "Snow Mountain Flying Fox" has developed, if the poisonous hand medicine Master Wang Wu'an is dead, and I really want to cry without tears.
He didn't have the ecstasy of ordinary time-traveling people. Song Qingshu traveled to this troubled world, but he was just glad that he had recovered his life, but he had no feelings for this world. He was like a passer-by with no relatives. He has never regarded Song Yuanqiao as his father, not to mention that the Wudang faction has already severed ties with Song Qingshu because of Mo Shenggu's affairs, and his own meridian is also thanks to the Wudang faction), speaking of it, the closest person is his wife in name Zhou Zhiruo, but now she is chasing and killing herself all over the world.
With a wry smile, Song Qingshu suddenly felt that life was full of gloom, and life was meaningless.
"Get up, give up your seat to me." With a bang, one foot stepped on the bench next to Song Qingshu, and a knife was also thrown on the table in a demonstration.
In the world of martial arts, restaurants are really troublesome places. Song Qingshu thought depressingly that he just didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to him. Looking at the other empty tables, Song Qingshu stared strangely at the three big and five thick men around him: "Isn't there a free table next to you?" location?"
"I just want to sit in your seat." The man who was obviously the leader said, "You have a beautiful view here, if you are sensible, get out of the way for me, so as not to get beaten."
The other men joked with each other: "Our boss hates this kind of oily-faced noodle boy brother the most, so he is unlucky today."
"This kid looks like a rabbit."
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Song Qingshu laughed, he was so down and out, it was fine to be bullied by Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo.
Based on the experience of his previous life, he has at least four or five ways to avoid conflicts in this situation, and he will not be too useless. However, ever since he crossed over, he has always had a sense of depression in his heart, and after discovering that this is the world made up of Jin Yong, Chapter 11: The Difficult Road to Escape
He had a vague sense of unreality, and the people of this world seemed to him nothing more than lowly beings.
As soon as she woke up, she found that her meridian had been cut off, and then the titular wife fell in love with other men, and if she touched her body, she would chase and kill her all over the world. Then he can really be regarded as the shame of the time traveler.
Song Qingshu smiled lightly, ignored the gangsters around him, picked up the wine glass and took a slow sip.
"Hehe!" The local ruffian leader laughed, and slapped his wine glass to the ground with a slap. Song Qingshu didn't get angry, picked up a shrimp with his chopsticks, and slowly sent it to his mouth.
"Fuck!" Realizing that he was being ignored, the ruffian next to him picked up the whistling stick that was as thick as a child's arm and hit him on the back with a stick.
"Pfft!" Song Qingshu staggered from the beating, and the sip of wine he just drank was also sprayed out, with a trace of blood in it. He made this decision just now and was ready to be beaten. Some things may seem ridiculous to others, but he must insist on it.
Of course, he is not a fool. If he was still north of the Yangtze River, he would not dare to be so rash. It is expected that we are now in a prosperous area in the Song Dynasty, which is different from the war-torn north. The deterrent force of the government still exists here. kill yourself. Chapter twelve
Song Qingshu endured every punch and kick imposed on his body extremely stubbornly, and calmly sandwiched vegetables and drank wine as usual, although under the opponent's punches and kicks, there was hardly a bite of food, and a glass of wine could be delivered to his mouth smoothly inside.
"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old stood up at a table not far away, turned his head and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow-white fur beside him, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of hooligans were also tired from beating, the key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person, and they had no energy in beating. At this time, when they heard someone in the early stage, they stopped immediately, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll, and immediately burst out laughing, wait and see After seeing the face of the woman next to him, he suddenly became lustful.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and said teasingly: "Hey, how can the little lady be so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed a bench beside him and threw it over.
The ruffian leader didn't expect him to make a move, and he was smashed to pieces in a careless manner. In a rage, he greeted his brothers: "Hit me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu's nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, and he couldn't really see the situation there, he just felt that a few hulking men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the crowd rushing towards him, the boy didn't panic. He knocked down a ruffian with a single dodge, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After several fights, the crowd didn't take any advantage .
"Eh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully, and saw that the boy's hand was extremely short, and he raised his hand and kicked his foot, not even half a foot away, but his moves were extremely dense, and he never showed any flaws in his body, so the gangsters couldn't get in at all. .
Song Qingshu found out that his set of palms is mainly defensive, which is quite the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu, and he still wondered what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his status as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversations.
However, he noticed that although the boy's gestures and gestures are quite demeanor, but after all, he is too young and has suffered too much in terms of strength, and has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. Seeing that they couldn't take down a child for so long, the gangsters were a little embarrassed. One of them got angry, drew his knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child died because of saving himself, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman wrapped in the white fur also made a move, and a white ribbon flew out, entangled the boy in the ring, pulled him back, and pulled him out of the ring. Chapter twelve
Song Qingshu endured every punch and kick imposed on his body extremely stubbornly, and calmly sandwiched vegetables and drank wine as usual, although under the opponent's punches and kicks, there was hardly a bite of food, and a glass of wine could be delivered to his mouth smoothly inside.
"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old stood up at a table not far away, turned his head and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow-white fur beside him, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of hooligans were also tired from beating, the key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person, and they had no energy in beating. At this time, when they heard someone in the early stage, they stopped immediately, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll, and immediately burst out laughing, wait and see After seeing the face of the woman next to him, he suddenly became lustful.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and said teasingly: "Hey, how can the little lady be so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed a bench beside him and threw it over.
The ruffian leader didn't expect him to make a move, and he was smashed to pieces in a careless manner. In a rage, he greeted his brothers: "Hit me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu's nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, and he couldn't really see the situation there, he just felt that a few hulking men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the crowd rushing towards him, the boy didn't panic. He knocked down a ruffian with a single dodge, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After several fights, the crowd didn't take any advantage .
"Eh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully, and saw that the boy's hand was extremely short, and he raised his hand and kicked his foot, not even half a foot away, but his moves were extremely dense, and he never showed any flaws in his body, so the gangsters couldn't get in at all. .
Song Qingshu found out that his set of palms is mainly defensive, which is quite the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu, and he still wondered what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his status as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversations.
However, he noticed that although the boy's gestures and gestures are quite demeanor, but after all, he is too young and has suffered too much in terms of strength, and has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. Seeing that they couldn't take down a child for so long, the gangsters were a little embarrassed. One of them got angry, drew his knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child died because of saving himself, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman wrapped in the white fur also made a move, and a white ribbon flew out, entangled the boy in the ring, pulled him back, and pulled him out of the ring. Chapter twelve
Song Qingshu endured every punch and kick imposed on his body extremely stubbornly, and calmly sandwiched vegetables and drank wine as usual, although under the opponent's punches and kicks, there was hardly a bite of food, and a glass of wine could be delivered to his mouth smoothly inside.
"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old stood up at a table not far away, turned his head and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow-white fur beside him, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of hooligans were also tired from beating, the key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person, and they had no energy in beating. At this time, when they heard someone in the early stage, they stopped immediately, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll, and immediately burst out laughing, wait and see After seeing the face of the woman next to him, he suddenly became lustful.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and said teasingly: "Hey, how can the little lady be so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed a bench beside him and threw it over.
The ruffian leader didn't expect him to make a move, and he was smashed to pieces in a careless manner. In a rage, he greeted his brothers: "Hit me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu's nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, and he couldn't really see the situation there, he just felt that a few hulking men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the crowd rushing towards him, the boy didn't panic. He knocked down a ruffian with a single dodge, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After several fights, the crowd didn't take any advantage .
"Eh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully, and saw that the boy's hand was extremely short, and he raised his hand and kicked his foot, not even half a foot away, but his moves were extremely dense, and he never showed any flaws in his body, so the gangsters couldn't get in at all. .
Song Qingshu found out that his set of palms is mainly defensive, which is quite the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu, and he still wondered what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his status as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversations.
However, he noticed that although the boy's gestures and gestures are quite demeanor, but after all, he is too young and has suffered too much in terms of strength, and has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. Seeing that they couldn't take down a child for so long, the gangsters were a little embarrassed. One of them got angry, drew his knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child died because of saving himself, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman wrapped in the white fur also made a move, and a white ribbon flew out, entangled the boy in the ring, pulled him back, and pulled him out of the ring. Chapter twelve
Song Qingshu endured every punch and kick imposed on his body extremely stubbornly, and calmly sandwiched vegetables and drank wine as usual, although under the opponent's punches and kicks, there was hardly a bite of food, and a glass of wine could be delivered to his mouth smoothly inside.
"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old stood up at a table not far away, turned his head and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow-white fur beside him, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of hooligans were also tired from beating, the key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person, and they had no energy in beating. At this time, when they heard someone in the early stage, they stopped immediately, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll, and immediately burst out laughing, wait and see After seeing the face of the woman next to him, he suddenly became lustful.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and said teasingly: "Hey, how can the little lady be so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed a bench beside him and threw it over.
The ruffian leader didn't expect him to make a move, and he was smashed to pieces in a careless manner. In a rage, he greeted his brothers: "Hit me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu's nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, and he couldn't really see the situation there, he just felt that a few hulking men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the crowd rushing towards him, the boy didn't panic. He knocked down a ruffian with a single dodge, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After several fights, the crowd didn't take any advantage .
"Eh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully, and saw that the boy's hand was extremely short, and he raised his hand and kicked his foot, not even half a foot away, but his moves were extremely dense, and he never showed any flaws in his body, so the gangsters couldn't get in at all. .
Song Qingshu found out that his set of palms is mainly defensive, which is quite the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu, and he still wondered what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his status as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversations.
However, he noticed that although the boy's gestures and gestures are quite demeanor, but after all, he is too young and has suffered too much in terms of strength, and has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. Seeing that they couldn't take down a child for so long, the gangsters were a little embarrassed. One of them got angry, drew his knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child died because of saving himself, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman wrapped in the white fur also made a move, and a white ribbon flew out, entangled the boy in the ring, pulled him back, and pulled him out of the ring. Chapter twelve
Song Qingshu endured every punch and kick imposed on his body extremely stubbornly, and calmly sandwiched vegetables and drank wine as usual, although under the opponent's punches and kicks, there was hardly a bite of food, and a glass of wine could be delivered to his mouth smoothly inside.
"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old stood up at a table not far away, turned his head and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow-white fur beside him, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of hooligans were also tired from beating, the key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person, and they had no energy in beating. At this time, when they heard someone in the early stage, they stopped immediately, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll, and immediately burst out laughing, wait and see After seeing the face of the woman next to him, he suddenly became lustful.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and said teasingly: "Hey, how can the little lady be so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed a bench beside him and threw it over.
The ruffian leader didn't expect him to make a move, and he was smashed to pieces in a careless manner. In a rage, he greeted his brothers: "Hit me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu's nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, and he couldn't really see the situation there, he just felt that a few hulking men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the crowd rushing towards him, the boy didn't panic. He knocked down a ruffian with a single dodge, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After several fights, the crowd didn't take any advantage .
"Eh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully, and saw that the boy's hand was extremely short, and he raised his hand and kicked his foot, not even half a foot away, but his moves were extremely dense, and he never showed any flaws in his body, so the gangsters couldn't get in at all. .
Song Qingshu found out that his set of palms is mainly defensive, which is quite the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu, and he still wondered what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his status as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversations.
However, he noticed that although the boy's gestures and gestures are quite demeanor, but after all, he is too young and has suffered too much in terms of strength, and has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. Seeing that they couldn't take down a child for so long, the gangsters were a little embarrassed. One of them got angry, drew his knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child died because of saving himself, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman wrapped in the white fur also made a move, and a white ribbon flew out, entangled the boy in the ring, pulled him back, and pulled him out of the ring. Chapter twelve
Song Qingshu endured every punch and kick imposed on his body extremely stubbornly, and calmly sandwiched vegetables and drank wine as usual, although under the opponent's punches and kicks, there was hardly a bite of food, and a glass of wine could be delivered to his mouth smoothly inside.
"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old stood up at a table not far away, turned his head and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow-white fur beside him, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of hooligans were also tired from beating, the key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person, and they had no energy in beating. At this time, when they heard someone in the early stage, they stopped immediately, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll, and immediately burst out laughing, wait and see After seeing the face of the woman next to him, he suddenly became lustful.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and said teasingly: "Hey, how can the little lady be so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Bastard, how dare you insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed a bench beside him and threw it over.
The ruffian leader didn't expect him to make a move, and he was smashed to pieces in a careless manner. In a rage, he greeted his brothers: "Hit me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu's nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, and he couldn't really see the situation there, he just felt that a few hulking men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the crowd rushing towards him, the boy didn't panic. He knocked down a ruffian with a single dodge, and then stood in the middle, letting the crowd surround him. After several fights, the crowd didn't take any advantage .
"Eh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully, and saw that the boy's hand was extremely short, and he raised his hand and kicked his foot, not even half a foot away, but his moves were extremely dense, and he never showed any flaws in his body, so the gangsters couldn't get in at all. .
Song Qingshu found out that his set of palms is mainly defensive, which is quite the essence of Tai Chi Kung Fu, and he still wondered what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his status as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversations.
However, he noticed that although the boy's gestures and gestures are quite demeanor, but after all, he is too young and has suffered too much in terms of strength, and has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
This made it difficult for him to leave. Seeing that they couldn't take down a child for so long, the gangsters were a little embarrassed. One of them got angry, drew his knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child died because of saving himself, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
The woman wrapped in the white fur also made a move, and a white ribbon flew out, entangled the boy in the ring, pulled him back, and pulled him out of the ring.