Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

On the Tiger Hill Pagoda, people are singing and singing loudly.

The moonlight shines brightly on the world.

The beautiful shadow of the ketone body lingers and lingers.

The people who were welcomed and sent off looked up in the moonlight.

I thought it was a fairy in the sky performing a wonderful dance.

All of them are yearning for it.

Overnight passed.

On the second day, Song Qingshu walked back to the Emei Sect's stronghold openly.

Sit in your room.

"Humming" a cheerful ditty, as if waiting for something.

Sure enough, after a while.

The door behind him suddenly opened, and a gust of cold wind rushed into his neck.

Even though it was hot summer, it still made his body feel cold.

"Song Qingshu, where is Zhiruo?" Zhang Wuji's cold face sat opposite Song Qingshu.

"Zhiruo?" Song Qingshu said disdainfully: "Master Zhang, did you call me wrong?"

"Zhou Zhiruo is my wife, why do you call her so kind?"

Zhang Wuji frowned slightly and glared at Song Qingshu fiercely.

Holding back the anger in his heart, he said:

"Zhiruo and I have known each other since childhood. It's normal for me to get used to it."

Song Qingshu had decided to break up with Zhang Wuji and said unceremoniously:

"You're reminding me that you two were childhood sweethearts, right?"

Zhang Wuji's face froze, became a little colder, and threatened:

"Song Qingshu, have you forgotten something?"

Song Qingshu said disdainfully: "Forgot something?"

"Forgot that you attacked me on my wedding night and turned me into an inhuman waste?"

"Have you forgotten that a few days ago, on this bed, you held my wife's hand and touched her leg?"

Zhang Wuji felt slightly surprised, but then calmed down:

"It seems you know everything?"

"Isn't it true? Do you think that because I am injured now, you are qualified to break up with me?"

Song Qingshu's face was extremely ugly.

After struggling for a while, he finally showed signs of decadence.

"That's right, I'm not as good as you in terms of martial arts, and I'm even worse than you in terms of strength!"

"Even when you were a child, my master cared for you in every possible way because your parents died, which made me jealous."

"It makes me annoy you, hate you, and hate you!"

Zhang Wuji snorted disdainfully when he heard Song Qingshu's words.

But I heard the other party change the topic and said:

"But I've never taken action against you!"

"I know you like to eat candied haws. I buy a few for you every time I go down the mountain."

"I know you have no clothes to wear, so I asked my mother to resize the newly made clothes for me and give them to you."

"But what did you do to me?"

When Zhang Wuji heard this, images of his childhood appeared in his mind from time to time.

He remembers.

After he couldn't stand it and fainted after seeing his mother's death.

The first person I saw when I woke up was Song Qingshu, and the first thing he said was:

"Brother Wuji, don't be afraid, I will protect you and never let those bad people bully you."

I couldn't help but be moved in my heart.

However, with his current status as the leader of the Ming Cult.

How could it change because of one or two naughty words?

"Humph, what's the use of all this?"

Song Qingshu said coldly: "I know you want to seek revenge from the six major sects."

"Because the first time I saw you, I saw hatred in your eyes."

"Although it only passed by for a moment, I know you will never forget it."

"It's just that I didn't expect that you would also harm me."

Zhang Wuji said domineeringly: "Humph, Zhou Zhiruo is the forbidden love of this leader."

"If you dare to marry her, you will be destroying yourself."

When Song Qingshu heard this, he suddenly burst into laughter and said:

"You are right, I brought it upon myself."

"So... I want to ask you, as Zhou Zhiruo's husband, is it reasonable for me to give her away?"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Wuji felt something was wrong. He grabbed Song Qingshu's neck angrily and asked, "What did you do to Zhiruo?"

"It's nothing, I just gave her some medicine and gave her to someone you can't afford to offend."

Song Qingshu said with a proud face as if he had seen through life and death.

"Nonsense. Who can I offend with the existence of the majestic Ming Cult leader and grand master?"

Zhang Wuji threw Song Qingshu to the ground with a look of disdain.

However, not long after the words fell, his face gradually became solemn:

"Are you talking about Murong Fu? Did you give Zhiruo to Murong Fu?"

Song Qingshu saw the fear on Zhang Wuji's face, and smiled even more freely and unscrupulously.

"That's right, it's King Yan Murong Fu. They are at the top of the Tiger Hill Tower now."

"I gave [Bliss Hehuan San] to my good wife, good lady, and good daughter-in-law."

"Perhaps, the two of them are already... in love with each other. They are so in love with each other that they are so in love with each other that they are almost in love with each other."

"Song Qingshu, you deserve to die!" Zhang Wuji was completely furious and raised his hand to slap him to death.

"Zhang Wuji, you dare to kill me? Aren't you afraid that Grand Master will be angry and completely disappointed in you?"

Song Qingshu was convinced that Zhang Wuji wanted to protect his own image and did not dare to kill him openly.

There is constant provocation in the language.

Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth and swallowed his breath.

To achieve what he has achieved today, tolerance is his greatest weapon.

"Okay, Song Qingshu, just wait. If I say I won't kill you, I will make your life miserable." After Zhang Wuji finished speaking, he quickly left the room and headed towards the Tiger Hill Tower. .

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji's back and was extremely happy:

"Idiot, if I want to go back to Wudang Mountain, I will never leave the mountain for the rest of my life."

"Let's see what you can do to me."

With that said, he was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, they just left the Emei Sect stronghold.

A monk carrying a cloth bag blocked his way, causing him to hold back his surprise.

"Can't tell?"

"Amitabha, where does Mr. Song want to go?" The person who spoke was one of the five disciples of Mingjiao.

"Where do I go? What does it have to do with you? Make way quickly."

Song Qingshu felt bad and guessed that the other party was probably coming for him.

"The poor monk just received an order from the leader of the church, asking me to take you back to the Mingjiao for a good health and recuperation." He said with a smile.

"Fart, where do I, Song Qingshu, want to go? Do I need to be arranged by your leader?" Song Qingshu said angrily.

"Haha, tell him in person whether you want to use it or not."

He said no nonsense, took off the cloth bag from his back, and put it on Song Qingshu's head.

The latter, without the slightest resistance, was trapped into it.

After struggling for a few times, there was no sound.

"Amitabha, Brother Song, it would be great if you follow the poor monk obediently. Why bother?"

He laughed a few times, carried Song Qingshu on his back, and left the place in the blink of an eye, disappearing.

On the other side, Zhang Wuji felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Wherever he passed, passers-by were all talking about what happened at Tiger Hill Tower last night.

"Did you hear it last night? The fairy's singing was really beautiful."

"Hehe, not only did I hear the singing, I also saw her dancing."

"I saw it too, I saw it too, but how do I decide that there seem to be two fairies?"

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Zhang Wuji felt upset when he heard these discussions.

I couldn't help but roar in my heart:

"Murong Fu, if you dare to mess with Zhiruo, I, Zhang Wuji, will be at odds with you!"