At the beginning, I picked up a big guy to be a master

Song Qingshu ran all the way with Zhou Zhiruo on his back, obviously no one was chasing him, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, he kept running, and finally ran into a forest.

"Zhiruo." Panting heavily, Song Qingshu put Zhou Zhiruo down.

Zhou Zhiruo's strength hadn't recovered yet, so she could only sit under a tree.

"Senior Brother Song, thank you."

Song Qingshu looked at her tenderly, and said, "You never need to thank me, I am willing to do this for you." Song Qingshu's words were explicit and full of affection, and Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flickered slightly, avoiding Song Qingshu's scorching eyes.

"I don't know what happened to Mo Qixia, did he escape smoothly?"

"Don't worry." Song Qingshu comforted Zhou Zhiruo, "Seventh Uncle has strong martial arts skills and excellent lightness kungfu. He will definitely escape. I have left a mark for him along the way. He should be able to catch up soon."

"Ah."

Song Qingshu sat on the open space three feet away from Zhou Zhiruo, quietly accompanying Zhou Zhiruo.

Time passed slowly, and about an hour later, Mo Shenggu appeared in the woods staggeringly.

"Uncle Seven!"

"Mo Qixia!"

Mo Shenggu's shirt was stained with a lot of blood, he was covering his right arm with his left hand, it seemed that he was seriously injured.

Song Qingshu hurriedly went up to support Mo Shenggu: "Uncle Qi, how are you?"

"It's okay." Mo Shenggu waved his hand with difficulty, Song Qingshu helped him lean against another tree, and Mo Shenggu sat down slowly with difficulty, "Then Chen Youliang is not good at martial arts, but he has a lot of scheming, it really takes me to get rid of him Lots of things."

Seeing that Mo Shenggu was injured, Zhou Zhiruo blamed herself a little.

"It's all Zhiruo's fault. If it wasn't for me, Mo Qixia wouldn't have suffered such a serious injury."

"Miss Zhou is none of your business." Mo Shenggu said with difficulty, "Seeing injustice on the road is what we and others in the martial arts should do. If you want to blame, you can blame those people with evil intentions. Without them, you would not be able to do it. suffering."

Although Mo Shenggu acted a little recklessly, he had clear grievances and grievances, hated evil as much as hatred, and didn't think Zhou Zhiruo had any crimes, but he looked down on Chen Youliang even more.

In order to prevent Chen Youliang from catching up, Song Qingshu decided to leave this place first, with Mo Shenggu on his back, and another free hand to hold Zhou Zhiruo, the three of them walked together for an hour, and finally stopped at a place in a small village Fenced yard outside.

It was already night, and the voices of the people in the village were silent.

Zhou Zhiruo went to knock on the door, and the fence gate creaked: "Is anyone there?" Zhou Zhiruo's clear and soft voice sounded very clearly in the quiet village.

After a while, the lights were turned on in the yard, but the lights were dim, and there were rustling sounds from inside, and then a creaking sound of the door opening.

"Who is it?" The voice was hoarse and soft.

The door of the main room opened, and through the dim light, a woman with a slightly stooped figure came out tremblingly.

Zhou Zhiruo said: "Mother-in-law, the three of us passed by here, and seeing that it was already getting late, we would like to borrow your place to rest for a night. I wonder if it would be convenient for me?"

The old woman walked to the gate of the courtyard, looked up at the three people standing outside the courtyard, a girl with a beautiful face, a handsome young man, and a man with a beard on his back, the man with a beard Looks weak.

"You... who are you?" The old woman was a little vigilant, the world is not peaceful, who knows if the three people in front of her are bad people?
"Mother-in-law, don't be afraid, we are not bad people, it's just that my uncle was injured by an adulterer and was injured and couldn't go far, so he took the liberty to bother you, don't worry, we will never cause you trouble, I still have some money here Please make it easier for me." Song Qingshu said earnestly, bowed and took out a few pieces of broken silver from his arms and handed them to Zhou Zhiruo, who took the broken silver and put it in the old woman's hand: "Grandmother, please, help Help us."

The old woman looked at Zhou Zhiruo, then at Song Qingshu, and finally her eyes fell on the silver in her hand.

"Okay." The old woman let go, opened the courtyard door, and made way, "Come in."

Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qing showed joy in writing, and followed the old woman into the yard.

The old lady led people into the house, lit the oil lamp, and pointed out a room for them. Song Qingshu thanked them and begged for some food.

Mo Shenggu was injured, so the bed was given to him. Song Qingshu helped Mo Shenggu treat the wound in the house, and then served Mo Shenggu to eat and walked to the yard.

At this time, the moon was dim, and Zhou Zhiruo was standing by the well to draw water. The wooden bucket was heavy after drinking water, and Zhou Zhiruo struggled to pull the rope.

If it wasn't for the sudden disappearance of her internal energy and the lingering effect of the anesthetic, she wouldn't have struggled to fetch water.

"Let me do it." The rope in his hand was suddenly taken over, Zhou Zhiruo turned his head and saw Song Qingshu's handsome side face, his expression was focused, and a bucket of water came up in a blink of an eye.

He found a wooden basin, washed the wooden basin several times with water, and finally filled the wooden basin with a small half of water.

Zhou Zhiruo had complicated emotions, Song Qingshu was more considerate to her than Zhang Wuji.

"Thank you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slightly, took out a handkerchief from her arms, moistened it with water, and began to wipe her face.

After a day of running around, the body is full of dust.

The cool and clear well water was lightly fiddled with by Zhou Zhiruo's white fingers in the hazy moonlight, and suddenly it was lifted up and condensed into water droplets, and then fell down and pattered.The wet face was as clean as snow, and the long eyelashes were like a butterfly with fluttering wings, fluttering into his heart one by one.

Song Qingshu felt itchy in his heart, and his heartbeat continued to speed up.

"Brother Song, do you want to wipe it too?" Zhou Zhiruo straightened up after wiping her face, seeing Song Qingshu's eyes on her body, the hand holding the handkerchief suddenly tightened.

She wanted to put away the handkerchief, but after a second thought, she handed the handkerchief to Song Qingshu instead: "Wipe it quickly, you will feel more comfortable after wiping, and you can sleep well."

Song Qingshu blushed suddenly. He took the handkerchief and stammered, "Thank you...thank you."

"What's the matter." Zhou Zhiruo blinked her beautiful eyes, and said in a normal tone, "Isn't this what it should be? If it weren't for you and Mo Qixia, Zhiruo would still be in Chen Youliang's hands."

Song Qingshu smiled shyly.

Zhou Zhiruo changed the water, Song Qingshu held Zhou Zhiruo's handkerchief, something was rampaging in his heart, and he secretly suppressed it again.

There was a faint fragrance on the handkerchief, and when it was soaked with water, it became more moist. It seemed that the fragrance was a bit cold, but it was particularly refreshing.

Zhou Zhiruo was standing at the side, Song Qingshu quickly wiped his face with a handkerchief, then washed it off, and when he was still debating whether to return it to her now, Zhou Zhiruo had already taken the handkerchief with a smile.

She poured out the water, pouring the last little water in the barrel back into the basin.

Song Qingshu saw Zhou Zhiruo holding up the water basin, and quickly took it over to hold it himself.

"Zhiruo, what are you doing?"

Zhou Zhiruo smiled slightly, her eyes were clean: "I want to help Mo Qixia wipe it off too."

Song Qingshu said: "I'll go."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu walked to Mo Shenggu's room with a basin in his hand, Zhou Zhiruo followed without saying a word.

"Seventh Uncle." Song Qingshu went into the house and put down the water basin. When he was about to find a handkerchief, Zhou Zhiruo handed him the handkerchief: "Senior Brother Song, use this."

Song Qingshu froze for a moment, his face turned red and pale for a while.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't seem to be able to see the change in his face, instead she stuffed the handkerchief into Song Qingshu's hand, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you standing there?"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu finally regained his composure. He suppressed his emotions and whispered, "Zhiruo, this...isn't very good."

Zhou Zhiruo suddenly looked enlightened, and said with a smile: "It's okay, sons and daughters of the world, I don't mind when you do things in extraordinary times."

"But……"

But I don't mind.

Song Qingshu thought about it, but he didn't say anything.

"Okay, okay, I'll come."

Song Qingshu took the handkerchief, wiped Mo Shenggu's hands and face, and then went out to pour water. As for the handkerchief, Zhou Zhiruo casually left it on the edge of the tub.

In the dead of night, the three of them who had been exhausted for a day felt sleepy.

Mo Shenggu was lying on the bed, and Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu spent the whole night on a chair.

After recuperating here for two days, Mo Shenggu's injury healed a lot, Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo decided to leave.

The three thanked the old woman and left the village together.

There was a cool breeze, Song Qingshu helped Mo Shenggu to walk in the front, but his mind fell on Zhou Zhiruo who was following behind them.

She seemed very silent along the way, and she didn't say much, as if she had something on her mind.

Song Qingshu wanted to ask her, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

The few people walked together to a town. The town was not prosperous, but it was still lively. Song Qingshu found a tea shop, so the three of them could sit down and drink some tea to rest for a while.

Zhou Zhiruo was holding the teacup, and the heat was rising, confusing her silent expression.

"Mo Qixia, Brother Song." After a long time, Zhou Zhiruo looked up at the two of them and said, "Thank you for your support these past few days, Zhiruo is very grateful, but I'm afraid I won't be able to go with you in the future."

"Miss Zhou, you want to go?" Mo Shenggu's voice was still weak, but full of energy.

Zhou Zhiruo gave a low laugh, and said, "I was with Brother Wuji before I was taken away by the beggar gang. I suddenly disappeared, so he must be very worried. I want...to find him."

"You've been with Zhang Wuji all this time?" Song Qingshu's eyes widened, emotionally.

Zhou Zhiruo gave a soft "hmm".

Song Qingshu only felt sour in his heart, and after the sourness, it seemed that another cluster of flames was about to burn, but finally it gradually subsided under Zhou Zhiruo's clear eyes.

"You are with Wuji?" Mo Shenggu said excitedly, "Then Wuji is okay?"

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mo Qixia, brother Wuji is fine, he also found senior Xie Xun, but a few days ago senior Xie was taken away and his whereabouts are unknown, brother Wuji was very anxious to find someone."

Mo Shenggu felt relieved, and said, "I know he's fine, so I feel at ease."

"Zhiruo." Song Qingshu suppressed his emotions, but still seemed a little anxious, "Come back to Wudang with us, it's dangerous for you to go out alone, what if you meet Chen Youliang again?"

Mo Shenggu agreed: "Yes, Miss Zhou. I think it's better for you to go with us, so that we can take care of you. As for Wuji, tell me where he is, and we'll have someone pass him a copy." information."

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head: "No need, I have to find Brother Wuji."

"Zhiruo." Song Qing expressed worry and a hint of anger in his writing.

Zhou Zhiruo knew that Song Qingshu was feeling uncomfortable, but there was not much she could do for him.

"Brother Song, there is something I want to tell you." She looked at Song Qingshu, then got up and walked outside the teahouse.

Song Qingshu hesitated, Mo Shenggu glanced at him, and said: "Go, go and make it clear, I'll wait for you here."

"En." Song Qingshu nodded, raised his sword and walked out.

There are not many pedestrians in the streets of the town, but there are quite a few vendors. Zhou Zhiruo stopped in front of a stall selling fans.

"Brother Song, what do you think of this fan?" Zhou Zhiruo picked up a fan and asked Song Qingshu sideways.

The material used for the fan bone of this fan is not good, but it is superior in the exquisite craftsmanship, and the picture of He Qing Haiyan on the fan is very atmospheric.

"Not bad." Song Qingshu commented objectively.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled, and asked the boss the price, but because she didn't have any money with her, she said that she would give the boss a silver hairpin on her head in exchange for a fan.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Zhiruo's hand that was handing out the silver hairpin, "Although this fan is good, it's not worth so much money!"

"I think it's worth it." Zhou Zhiruo pushed Song Qingshu's hand away and handed it to the boss. The boss took it and said with a smile: "Girl, this fan is not worth so much money, but since you really want to buy it, I'll give it to you again." You're ready."

"No need." Zhou Zhiruo refused, "This one is the best."

After speaking, Zhou Zhiruo took the fan.

Song Qingshu was very sorry to see that it was a foregone conclusion, but it was too late to say anything.

"Senior Brother Song, here." Zhou Zhiruo suddenly handed the fan to Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu was stunned, a little confused: "You want to give it to me?"

"Of course." Zhou Zhiruo took Song Qingshu's hand and put the fan in his hand, and then said, "Senior Brother Song, this fan may not be worth much in the eyes of others, but in my opinion it is very elegant, just like Senior Brother Song, You have always been a gentleman in my heart, and you are extremely intelligent."

Song Qingshu stroked the fan bone with his fingers, and a strange feeling passed through his heart.

"So this is me in your heart."

"Brother Song, you have always been very good, and you are also very good to me. I am very grateful."

"Is it just gratitude?"

"I'm sorry." Zhou Zhiruo said.

Song Qingshu smiled softly and said, "Is it because of Zhang Wuji? Because he is stronger than me?"

"No." Zhou Zhiruo replied simply, "Brother Song, in matters of feelings, the winner is not determined by whoever is strong and who is weak. In fact, the word for love lies in the heart, just like some people like lotus flowers, while others like sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. Everyone's preferences are different, and you can't compare them together."

Although Zhou Zhiruo's words were tactful, how could it be possible for someone as clever as Song Qingshu not to understand?

"So, you're trying to say that you just don't like me."

"Brother Song, you deserve a girl who only likes you wholeheartedly."

Zhou Zhiruo's tone was solemn and her expression serious.

Song Qingshu suddenly laughed.

"Zhiruo, thank you for telling me this, but as you said, everyone likes differently, I don't know anything else, but I know that I only like you."

"Brother Song..." Hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo became a little anxious.

"Listen to me." Knowing that Zhou Zhiruo still wanted to persuade her, Song Qingshu interrupted her, "I can't force you to like me, but you can't force me not to like you either. So Zhiruo, you don't need to persuade me anymore .” As he spoke, he shook the fan in his hand, “Thank you, I will keep this fan well.”