Chapter 11: The hard way to escape
Chapter 11 The Hard Way to Escape
Song Qingshu got dressed, and just got out of bed, he felt that his footsteps were vain, and he thought it was really terrible.
Looking back at Zhou Zhiruo lying there weakly, Song Qingshu squatted down and brushed her fingers across her cheek, "Miss, I love you so much, how can I be willing to kill you? Don't worry, your internal strength will almost recover after dawn. ."
No matter how great the anger was, it was tossed six times, and it was almost destroyed. Zhou Zhiruo gave him a complicated expression 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. He turned around and said: "Don't blame me for reminding you. Knowing what happened tonight, you wouldn't be so stupid to tell Zhang Wuji the truth, would you?" After speaking, he smiled and went away.
As time passed slowly, 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 board and shattered it. , Gritted his teeth and said: "Song Qingshu, I must make you die."
"Yawn!" Song Qingshu, who was dozens of miles away, sneezed, looked up at the sky, and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid that woman has already woken up. Is my behavior a little bit too awkward?"
Although she knew that Zhou Zhiruo caught herself, she must be a dead end, if she really had anything to do with Zhang Wuji, she might really be ruthless to get rid of her in order to avoid future troubles, now she knows she is her first man, where It worked.
Besides, even if he is a cruel person, he is not a stupid person, he clearly considered that killing Zhou Zhiruo would do more harm than good before letting her go.
For example, Zhou Zhiruo will quietly pursue and kill herself next day, and she still dare not say anything; on the contrary, if Zhou Zhiruo is killed and she is missing again, then she will become the biggest suspect, and everyone in the world will think she killed herself. Not to mention Zhang Wuji and the Emei faction’s endless pursuit and killing, people all over the world will spurn themselves, and then their reputation will be completely stinking.
Don’t underestimate the word fame. In the ancient world, there was a bad fame on his back. I’m afraid he wouldn’t be able to stand up for a lifetime. Don’t you see that no matter what Pingxi King Wu Sangui did, there were a lot of people who jumped out and pulled him on his hind legs. The inevitable result of notoriety. Song Qingshu still wants to make a big difference in today's troubled times, how could he be so unwise to bear the notoriety of killing his wife?
Song Qingshu estimated that Zhou Zhiruo was already on the way to kill him. He had mentioned the four great genius doctors in the world, and Zhou Zhiruo should have guessed that he was going to seek them to treat meridians.
Hu Qingniu is dead, the remaining three great doctors, Kaifeng’s Pingyizhi is the nearest here, and Songzhou city’s Xue, the second, the most mysterious whereabouts of the poisonous hand medicine king, ordinary people do not know the arduous escape route to Chapter 11
Where to find him, but this is not difficult for Song Qingshu. As a modern person, he is familiar with the plot of the Jinshu. He knows that Yaowangzhuang is located in the Baima Temple and Wuchang-Yueyang area in the Dongting Lake basin. Yes.
Without accident, Zhou Zhiruo must go to Kaifeng and Songzhou first, and finally find the illusory Yaowangzhuang. She should be safe in a short time. Song Qingshu was determined in her heart and strode towards Dongting Lake.
After half a month of rushing, Song Qingshu finally came to the vicinity of the Dongting Lake basin, inquiring about the location of the White Horse Temple in many cities, and people who were asked said that they had never heard of this place.
Hungry and thirsty all the way, Song Qingshu found a restaurant in the town, ordered wine and food, and drank the wine while thinking about his future.
No wonder he was depressed, not to mention whether the Poisonous Medicine King can heal his meridians, and now he can’t even find the White Horse Temple, plus the ghost knows where the plot of "Snow Mountain Flying Fox" is going. Master Wang Wu'an is dead, and he really wants to cry without tears.
There is no ecstasy like the general traversing the crowd. Song Qingshu has traveled into this chaotic world, only fortunate that he has taken his life back, but he has no feelings for this world. The sky is big and he is like a passer-by, unaccompanied. He never regarded Song Yuanqiao as his father. Moreover, the Wudang faction had already severed ties with Song Qingshu because of Mo Shenggu's affairs. He also worshipped the Wudang faction as a gift because of Mo Shenggu's affairs.) Speaking of which, the closest person is the nominal wife. Zhou Zhiruo, but she is chasing herself all over the world now.
With a wry smile, Song Qingshu suddenly felt that life was full of gloom and lifelessness.
"Get up, give your seat to my uncle." With a bang, one foot stepped on the bench next to Song Qingshu, and a knife also slammed on the table like a demonstration.
In the world of martial arts, the restaurant is indeed a troubled place. Song Qingshu thought depressed, but he didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to him. After looking at the other empty tables, Song Qingshu stared strangely at the three big and five thick men around him: "Isn't there any time next to him? Location?"
"Lao Tzu just wants to sit in your position." It is obviously the boss who said, "You have a good view here. If you are acquainted, let Lao Tzu get out of the way and save yourself a beating."
The other guys laughed at each other and said: "Our boss hates this kind of oily noodles, he is unlucky today."
"This kid, a grandfather rabbit."
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Song Qingshu laughed, and he was so desperate that he was bullied by Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo, who was one of the best in the world.
The experience of the previous life, in this situation, he has at least four or five ways to avoid conflicts, and not to be too useless. However, he has always had a stale air since he passed through, and after discovering that this is the world constituted by Jin Yong’s novels, Chapter 11: The Hard Way to Escape
He has a vague sense of unreality. In his opinion, the characters in this world are just low-level creatures.
As soon as I wake up, I find that the meridians are all broken, and then the nominal wife is in love with other men. Touching her body, she will chase herself all over the world. Now if she bows her head and bows with this kind of passerby NPC, Then I can really be regarded as the shame of the traveler.
Song Qingshuyun smiled lightly, ignored the ruffians around him, and took a sip of the wine slowly.
"Oh!" The ruffian leader laughed, and slapped his wine glass to the ground with a slap. Song Qingshu didn't get angry, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a shrimp, and slowly delivered it to his mouth.
"Fuck!" Realizing that he was ignored, the scoundrel next to him took the thick-armed whistle of the child next to him and hit him on the back with a stick.
"Puff!" Song Qingshu was staggered, and the sip of wine he had just drunk was also sprayed out with a trace of blood. He made this decision just now and was ready to be beaten. Some things may seem ridiculous to others, but he has to persist.
Of course he is not a fool, if he is still north of the Yangtze River, he would not dare to be so rash. It is expected that today I am in the prosperous area of the Song Dynasty. Unlike the war-torn north, where the deterrent power of the government still exists. These scorpions will at most beat themselves up, but they don’t have the courage to put them under the guise of the public. Kill yourself. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's Daughter Is So Old
Song Qingshu carried every punch and foot that was imposed on his body very hard, holding the vegetables calmly as usual, drinking wine, although under the opponent's fist, there was hardly a mouthful of the food, and a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly. in.
"Good guy!" A boy who was 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, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of ground ruffians were also tired from the fight. The key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were not energetic. At this moment, they heard someone coming up and stopped, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll. He burst into laughter and waited to see. After clearing the face of the woman next to him, his **** suddenly rose.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and molested: "Oh, where is the little lady so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Asshole, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.
The leader of the ruffian didn't expect that he would make a move, and he was smashed to the point of carelessness, and greeted the brothers in furiously: "Slap me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. He didn't know what was going on there. He only felt that a few hungrily men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the people who rushed over, the boy was not in a hurry. He drew himself and brought down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting everyone surround him, and fought against him several times, but everyone did not take advantage of it. .
"Huh?" Song Qingshu took a closer look and saw that the boy had an unusually short shot, raised his hand and kicked his foot, and he couldn't get out of half a foot, but his tricks were so dense that he never showed any flaws in his body, so a few hooligans could not attack at all. .
Song Qingshu discovered that his mastery was mainly defensive, and he had the essence of Taiji Gong, and he wondered how he was related to Wudang. Taking into account his identity as an abandoned Wudang apprentice, he had planned to leave first, so as not to have an embarrassing conversation.
However, he noticed that although the boy was quite decent in his gestures, but after all, he was too young and suffered too much strength, and he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
As a result, he didn't have a good time to leave. The few scumbags saw that they couldn't hold a child for so long, and their faces were a little bit awkward. One of them made a ruthless shot and drew the knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the kid died because he saved himself, he might be guilty for a lifetime.
The woman wrapped in white fur also shot, and saw a white ribbon fly out, entangled the boy in the circle, and pulled him back out of the circle. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's Daughter Is So Old
Song Qingshu carried every punch and foot that was imposed on his body very hard, holding the vegetables calmly as usual, drinking wine, although under the opponent's fist, there was hardly a mouthful of the food, and a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly. in.
"Good guy!" A boy who was 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, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of ground ruffians were also tired from the fight. The key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were not energetic. At this moment, they heard someone coming up and stopped, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll. He burst into laughter and waited to see. After clearing the face of the woman next to him, his **** suddenly rose.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and molested: "Oh, where is the little lady so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Asshole, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.
The leader of the ruffian didn't expect that he would make a move, and he was smashed to the point of carelessness, and greeted the brothers in furiously: "Slap me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. He didn't know what was going on there. He only felt that a few hungrily men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the people who rushed over, the boy was not in a hurry. He drew himself and brought down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting everyone surround him, and fought against him several times, but everyone did not take advantage of it. .
"Huh?" Song Qingshu took a closer look and saw that the boy had an unusually short shot, raised his hand and kicked his foot, and he couldn't get out of half a foot, but his tricks were so dense that he never showed any flaws in his body, so a few hooligans could not attack at all. .
Song Qingshu discovered that his mastery was mainly defensive, and he had the essence of Taiji Gong, and he wondered how he was related to Wudang. Taking into account his identity as an abandoned Wudang apprentice, he had planned to leave first, so as not to have an embarrassing conversation.
However, he noticed that although the boy was quite decent in his gestures, but after all, he was too young and suffered too much strength, and he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
As a result, he didn't have a good time to leave. The few scumbags saw that they couldn't hold a child for so long, and their faces were a little bit awkward. One of them made a ruthless shot and drew the knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the kid died because he saved himself, he might be guilty for a lifetime.
The woman wrapped in white fur also shot, and saw a white ribbon fly out, entangled the boy in the circle, and pulled him back out of the circle. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's Daughter Is So Old
Song Qingshu carried every punch and foot that was imposed on his body very hard, holding the vegetables calmly as usual, drinking wine, although under the opponent's fist, there was hardly a mouthful of the food, and a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly. in.
"Good guy!" A boy who was 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, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of ground ruffians were also tired from the fight. The key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were not energetic. At this moment, they heard someone coming up and stopped, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll. He burst into laughter and waited to see. After clearing the face of the woman next to him, his **** suddenly rose.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and molested: "Oh, where is the little lady so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Asshole, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.
The leader of the ruffian didn't expect that he would make a move, and he was smashed to the point of carelessness, and greeted the brothers in furiously: "Slap me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. He didn't know what was going on there. He only felt that a few hungrily men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the people who rushed over, the boy was not in a hurry. He drew himself and brought down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting everyone surround him, and fought against him several times, but everyone did not take advantage of it. .
"Huh?" Song Qingshu took a closer look and saw that the boy had an unusually short shot, raised his hand and kicked his foot, and he couldn't get out of half a foot, but his tricks were so dense that he never showed any flaws in his body, so a few hooligans could not attack at all. .
Song Qingshu discovered that his mastery was mainly defensive, and he had the essence of Taiji Gong, and he wondered how he was related to Wudang. Taking into account his identity as an abandoned Wudang apprentice, he had planned to leave first, so as not to have an embarrassing conversation.
However, he noticed that although the boy was quite decent in his gestures, but after all, he was too young and suffered too much strength, and he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
As a result, he didn't have a good time to leave. The few scumbags saw that they couldn't hold a child for so long, and their faces were a little bit awkward. One of them made a ruthless shot and drew the knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the kid died because he saved himself, he might be guilty for a lifetime.
The woman wrapped in white fur also shot, and saw a white ribbon fly out, entangled the boy in the circle, and pulled him back out of the circle. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's Daughter Is So Old
Song Qingshu carried every punch and foot that was imposed on his body very hard, holding the vegetables calmly as usual, drinking wine, although under the opponent's fist, there was hardly a mouthful of the food, and a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly. in.
"Good guy!" A boy who was 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, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of ground ruffians were also tired from the fight. The key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were not energetic. At this moment, they heard someone coming up and stopped, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll. He burst into laughter and waited to see. After clearing the face of the woman next to him, his **** suddenly rose.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and molested: "Oh, where is the little lady so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Asshole, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.
The leader of the ruffian didn't expect that he would make a move, and he was smashed to the point of carelessness, and greeted the brothers in furiously: "Slap me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. He didn't know what was going on there. He only felt that a few hungrily men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the people who rushed over, the boy was not in a hurry. He drew himself and brought down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting everyone surround him, and fought against him several times, but everyone did not take advantage of it. .
"Huh?" Song Qingshu took a closer look and saw that the boy had an unusually short shot, raised his hand and kicked his foot, and he couldn't get out of half a foot, but his tricks were so dense that he never showed any flaws in his body, so a few hooligans could not attack at all. .
Song Qingshu discovered that his mastery was mainly defensive, and he had the essence of Taiji Gong, and he wondered how he was related to Wudang. Taking into account his identity as an abandoned Wudang apprentice, he had planned to leave first, so as not to have an embarrassing conversation.
However, he noticed that although the boy was quite decent in his gestures, but after all, he was too young and suffered too much strength, and he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
As a result, he didn't have a good time to leave. The few scumbags saw that they couldn't hold a child for so long, and their faces were a little bit awkward. One of them made a ruthless shot and drew the knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the kid died because he saved himself, he might be guilty for a lifetime.
The woman wrapped in white fur also shot, and saw a white ribbon fly out, entangled the boy in the circle, and pulled him back out of the circle. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's Daughter Is So Old
Song Qingshu carried every punch and foot that was imposed on his body very hard, holding the vegetables calmly as usual, drinking wine, although under the opponent's fist, there was hardly a mouthful of the food, and a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly. in.
"Good guy!" A boy who was 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, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of ground ruffians were also tired from the fight. The key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were not energetic. At this moment, they heard someone coming up and stopped, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll. He burst into laughter and waited to see. After clearing the face of the woman next to him, his **** suddenly rose.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and molested: "Oh, where is the little lady so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Asshole, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.
The leader of the ruffian didn't expect that he would make a move, and he was smashed to the point of carelessness, and greeted the brothers in furiously: "Slap me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. He didn't know what was going on there. He only felt that a few hungrily men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the people who rushed over, the boy was not in a hurry. He drew himself and brought down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting everyone surround him, and fought against him several times, but everyone did not take advantage of it. .
"Huh?" Song Qingshu took a closer look and saw that the boy had an unusually short shot, raised his hand and kicked his foot, and he couldn't get out of half a foot, but his tricks were so dense that he never showed any flaws in his body, so a few hooligans could not attack at all. .
Song Qingshu discovered that his mastery was mainly defensive, and he had the essence of Taiji Gong, and he wondered how he was related to Wudang. Taking into account his identity as an abandoned Wudang apprentice, he had planned to leave first, so as not to have an embarrassing conversation.
However, he noticed that although the boy was quite decent in his gestures, but after all, he was too young and suffered too much strength, and he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
As a result, he didn't have a good time to leave. The few scumbags saw that they couldn't hold a child for so long, and their faces were a little bit awkward. One of them made a ruthless shot and drew the knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the kid died because he saved himself, he might be guilty for a lifetime.
The woman wrapped in white fur also shot, and saw a white ribbon fly out, entangled the boy in the circle, and pulled him back out of the circle. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's Daughter Is So Old
Song Qingshu carried every punch and foot that was imposed on his body very hard, holding the vegetables calmly as usual, drinking wine, although under the opponent's fist, there was hardly a mouthful of the food, and a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly. in.
"Good guy!" A boy who was 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, "Mother, I want to save him."
A group of ground ruffians were also tired from the fight. The key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were not energetic. At this moment, they heard someone coming up and stopped, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll. He burst into laughter and waited to see. After clearing the face of the woman next to him, his **** suddenly rose.
The ruffian leader opened his mouth and molested: "Oh, where is the little lady so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."
"Asshole, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.
The leader of the ruffian didn't expect that he would make a move, and he was smashed to the point of carelessness, and greeted the brothers in furiously: "Slap me to death, don't touch that little lady."
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. He didn't know what was going on there. He only felt that a few hungrily men rushed towards a child.
Seeing the people who rushed over, the boy was not in a hurry. He drew himself and brought down a ruffian, and then stood in the middle, letting everyone surround him, and fought against him several times, but everyone did not take advantage of it. .
"Huh?" Song Qingshu took a closer look and saw that the boy had an unusually short shot, raised his hand and kicked his foot, and he couldn't get out of half a foot, but his tricks were so dense that he never showed any flaws in his body, so a few hooligans could not attack at all. .
Song Qingshu discovered that his mastery was mainly defensive, and he had the essence of Taiji Gong, and he wondered how he was related to Wudang. Taking into account his identity as an abandoned Wudang apprentice, he had planned to leave first, so as not to have an embarrassing conversation.
However, he noticed that although the boy was quite decent in his gestures, but after all, he was too young and suffered too much strength, and he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
As a result, he didn't have a good time to leave. The few scumbags saw that they couldn't hold a child for so long, and their faces were a little bit awkward. One of them made a ruthless shot and drew the knife and slashed at the boy.
"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the kid died because he saved himself, he might be guilty for a lifetime.
The woman wrapped in white fur also shot, and saw a white ribbon fly out, entangled the boy in the circle, and pulled him back out of the circle.
