Chapter 11 The Hard Road to Escape

Song Qingshu put on his clothes and just got off the bed, he felt his steps were empty and thought it was really fatal. The beauty of the beauty was indeed worthy of his reputation.

Looking back at Zhou Zhiruo lying weakly there, Song Qingshu squatted down and brushed his fingers across her face, "Madam, I love you so much, how could I bear to kill you? Don't worry, your internal strength will almost recover after dawn."

No matter how much anger was, he was tortured six times and almost wiped out. Zhou Zhiruo looked at him with 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. He seemed to remember something when he went out, and turned around and said, "Don't blame me for reminding you that no one knows what happened tonight except you and me. You won't be so stupid to tell the truth to Zhang Wuji, are you?" After saying that, he laughed and drifted away.

Time slowly passed, and the sky began to turn white. Zhou Zhiruo's eyes opened and she sat up from the bed. The numbness and pain from below made her almost lie down again. Zhou Zhiruo grabbed it casually and grabbed the bed board to pieces, gritting her teeth and said, "Song Qingshu, I will definitely make you die a bad death."

"Yao!" Song Qingshu, who was dozens of miles away, sneezes, looked up at the sky, and smiled bitterly: "That woman is probably awake. Am I too heartbroken to my behavior?"

Although she knew that Zhou Zhiruo had caught her, she would definitely die. If she had really had something with Zhang Wuji, she might have made up her mind to eliminate future troubles. Now she knows that she is her first man, so she can do anything.

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, so he let her go.

If Zhou Zhiruo secretly chases herself today, she dare not speak out. On the contrary, if Zhou Zhiruo is killed and she disappears again, then she will become the biggest suspect. People in the world will think that they have killed their wife. Not to mention the endless pursuit of Zhang Wuji and the Emei Sect, people in the world will despise themselves, and their reputation will be completely bad at that time.

Don’t underestimate the word "fame". In the ancient world, he had a bad reputation and was afraid he would never be able to turn over in his life. Don’t you see that Wu Sangui, the King of Pingxi, would have a lot of people jumped out and pulled him back. This is the inevitable result of infamous reputation. Song Qingshu still wants to make a great contribution in today’s chaotic world. How could he be so unwise to kill his wife?

Song Qingshu guessed that Zhou Zhiruo was already on the way to kill him. He mentioned the four great doctors in the world. Zhou Zhiruo should have guessed that he was going to find them to treat his meridians.

Hu Qingniu is dead, the remaining three magic doctors, Ping Yizhi of Kaifeng is closest to here, and Xue from Songzhou City is second to him. The whereabouts of the King of Poison Hands are the most mysterious. Ordinary people don’t even know the difficult way to escape to Chapter 11

Where to find him, but this is not a problem for Song Qingshu. As a modern person, he is familiar with the plot of Jinshu and is very clear about Yaowangzhuang in the White Horse Temple in the Dongting Lake Basin, Wuchang-Yueyang area. If you go there, you will find it.

Zhou Zhiruo must have gone to Kaifeng and Songzhou first, and finally found the illusory Yaowang Village. She should be safe in a short time. Song Qingshu was relieved and rushed towards Dongting Lake.

After half a month of travel, Song Qingshu finally arrived near the Dongting Lake Basin and asked about the location of Baima Temple in many cities. Those 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 while drinking and thinking about his future.

No wonder he was depressed. Not to mention whether the Poisonous Medicine King can cure his meridians, he can't even find the White Horse Temple now. In addition, he knows how far the plot of "Snow Mountain Flying Fox" has developed. If the Poisonous Medicine King Wuchen is already dead, he will be really crying without tears.

There was no ecstasy like ordinary time travelers. Song Qingshu traveled to this chaotic world, but he was glad that he had saved his life, but he had no feelings for this world. The world was so big that he was like a passerby, without relatives (he had never regarded Song Yuanqiao as his father when he traveled through time. Moreover, the Wudang Sect had already cut off relations with Song Qingshu due to the Mo Shenggu incident, and his meridians were cut off due to the Wudang Sect). Speaking of which, the person closest was Zhou Zhiruo, his nominal wife, but she was chasing him all over the world.

With a bitter smile, Song Qingshu suddenly felt that life was full of darkness and boring.

"Get up and give up your seat to me." With a bang, one foot stepped onto the bench next to Song Qingshu, and a knife stood on the table like a demonstration.

In the martial arts world, the restaurant is indeed a troublesome place. Song Qingshu thought depressedly, but he didn't expect that such a thing would happen to him. After looking at the other empty tables, Song Qingshu stared at the men of three or five pounds around him: "Isn't there an empty space next to him?"

"I just want to sit in your position." The man who is obviously the leader said, "You have a good scenery here. If you know the appearance, please get out of here quickly and save me from being beaten."

Several other men teased each other and said, "Our boss hates this kind of young man with a greasy and powdery face the most, and he is unlucky today."

"This kid looks like a rabbit."

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Song Qingshu smiled, and he was so down and out, it would be fine if he was bullied by a top-notch figure like Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo.

In his past life experience, he has at least four or five ways to avoid conflicts in this situation, and not to be too cowardly. However, since he traveled through time, he has always felt a sense of depression in his heart, and after discovering that this is the world formed by Jin Yong's novels, Chapter 11 The arduous road to escape

He had a hazy sense of unreality. In his opinion, the characters in this world were just lower creatures.

As soon as I woke up, I found that my meridians were broken, and then my nominal wife had a crush on other men. When she touched her body, she would chase her all over the world. If she bowed her head and bowed to such a passerby, she would be considered a shame to a time traveler.

Song Qingshu smiled lightly, no longer cared about the gangsters around him, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"Oh!" The gangster leader smiled and slapped his wine glass to the ground with a slap. Song Qingshu was not angry, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a shrimp, and slowly put it into his mouth.

"Fuck!" The gangster around him found that he was ignored, so he picked up the whistle stick as thick as a child's arm next to him and hit him on his back.

"Puff!" Song Qingshu was beaten to the point of staggering, and the sip of wine he had just taken was sprayed out, and there was still 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 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. He was expected to be in a prosperous area in the Song Dynasty. Unlike the war-torn north, the deterrent power of the government here still exists. These gangsters beat him up at most, but they don’t have the courage to kill him in public. Chapter 12 Xiaolong’s daughter is so old

Song Qingshu carried every punch and every kick he put on his body with a very tough heart, and calmly clamped the dishes and drank wine as usual. Although there was almost no sip of the dishes under the other party's punches and feet, a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly to his mouth.

"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old on a table not far away slapped the table, turned his head to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur beside him and said, "Mom, I want to save him."

A group of gangsters were tired of fighting. The key was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were useless to fight. At this time, when they heard someone stand up, they stopped and found that they were a seven or eight-year-old doll. They burst into laughter. After seeing the appearance of the woman next to him, they suddenly felt lustful.

The gangster leader opened his mouth and teased, "Oh, where did the little lady come from so beautiful? If you come here to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not be bothered with your baby."

"Bastard, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.

The gangster leader didn't expect him to take action, but was beaten up in vain. He was furious and called his brothers: "Boe me to death, don't touch that little lady."

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen. He couldn't see the situation there. He only felt a few men with a tiger back and a bear waist rushed towards a child.

Seeing the people rushing towards him, the boy was calm and did not panic. He flashed and knocked down a gangster. Then he stood in the middle and let everyone surround him. After several battles, everyone did not get any advantage.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy was very short and raised his hand to kick his feet, not even half a foot away. However, his tricks were extremely dense and he never showed any flaws around him, so several hooligans could not attack him at all.

Song Qingshu found that his palm technique was mainly based on guard and was quite literally Tai Chi skills. He was also wondering what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his identity as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversation.

However, he noticed that although the boy's every move was quite good, he was young and suffered too much in strength and was gradually at a disadvantage.

It was difficult for him to leave. Several gangsters could not take down a child for so long, and their faces were a little uneasy. One of them was so fierce that they pulled out the knife and slashed at the boy.

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child had lost his life because of saving him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The woman wrapped in a white fur also took action. A white ribbon flew out, wrapped around the boy in the circle, pulled him out of the battle circle. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's daughter is so old

Song Qingshu carried every punch and every kick he put on his body with a very tough heart, and calmly clamped the dishes and drank wine as usual. Although there was almost no sip of the dishes under the other party's punches and feet, a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly to his mouth.

"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old on a table not far away slapped the table, turned his head to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur beside him and said, "Mom, I want to save him."

A group of gangsters were tired of fighting. The key was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were useless to fight. At this time, when they heard someone stand up, they stopped and found that they were a seven or eight-year-old doll. They burst into laughter. After seeing the appearance of the woman next to him, they suddenly felt lustful.

The gangster leader opened his mouth and teased, "Oh, where did the little lady come from so beautiful? If you come here to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not be bothered with your baby."

"Bastard, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.

The gangster leader didn't expect him to take action, but was beaten up in vain. He was furious and called his brothers: "Boe me to death, don't touch that little lady."

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen. He couldn't see the situation there. He only felt a few men with a tiger back and a bear waist rushed towards a child.

Seeing the people rushing towards him, the boy was calm and did not panic. He flashed and knocked down a gangster. Then he stood in the middle and let everyone surround him. After several battles, everyone did not get any advantage.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy was very short and raised his hand to kick his feet, not even half a foot away. However, his tricks were extremely dense and he never showed any flaws around him, so several hooligans could not attack him at all.

Song Qingshu found that his palm technique was mainly based on guard and was quite literally Tai Chi skills. He was also wondering what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his identity as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversation.

However, he noticed that although the boy's every move was quite good, he was young and suffered too much in strength and was gradually at a disadvantage.

It was difficult for him to leave. Several gangsters could not take down a child for so long, and their faces were a little uneasy. One of them was so fierce that they pulled out the knife and slashed at the boy.

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child had lost his life because of saving him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The woman wrapped in a white fur also took action. A white ribbon flew out, wrapped around the boy in the circle, pulled him out of the battle circle. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's daughter is so old

Song Qingshu carried every punch and every kick he put on his body with a very tough heart, and calmly clamped the dishes and drank wine as usual. Although there was almost no sip of the dishes under the other party's punches and feet, a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly to his mouth.

"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old on a table not far away slapped the table, turned his head to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur beside him and said, "Mom, I want to save him."

A group of gangsters were tired of fighting. The key was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were useless to fight. At this time, when they heard someone stand up, they stopped and found that they were a seven or eight-year-old doll. They burst into laughter. After seeing the appearance of the woman next to him, they suddenly felt lustful.

The gangster leader opened his mouth and teased, "Oh, where did the little lady come from so beautiful? If you come here to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not be bothered with your baby."

"Bastard, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.

The gangster leader didn't expect him to take action, but was beaten up in vain. He was furious and called his brothers: "Boe me to death, don't touch that little lady."

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen. He couldn't see the situation there. He only felt a few men with a tiger back and a bear waist rushed towards a child.

Seeing the people rushing towards him, the boy was calm and did not panic. He flashed and knocked down a gangster. Then he stood in the middle and let everyone surround him. After several battles, everyone did not get any advantage.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy was very short and raised his hand to kick his feet, not even half a foot away. However, his tricks were extremely dense and he never showed any flaws around him, so several hooligans could not attack him at all.

Song Qingshu found that his palm technique was mainly based on guard and was quite literally Tai Chi skills. He was also wondering what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his identity as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversation.

However, he noticed that although the boy's every move was quite good, he was young and suffered too much in strength and was gradually at a disadvantage.

It was difficult for him to leave. Several gangsters could not take down a child for so long, and their faces were a little uneasy. One of them was so fierce that they pulled out the knife and slashed at the boy.

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child had lost his life because of saving him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The woman wrapped in a white fur also took action. A white ribbon flew out, wrapped around the boy in the circle, pulled him out of the battle circle. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's daughter is so old

Song Qingshu carried every punch and every kick he put on his body with a very tough heart, and calmly clamped the dishes and drank wine as usual. Although there was almost no sip of the dishes under the other party's punches and feet, a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly to his mouth.

"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old on a table not far away slapped the table, turned his head to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur beside him and said, "Mom, I want to save him."

A group of gangsters were tired of fighting. The key was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were useless to fight. At this time, when they heard someone stand up, they stopped and found that they were a seven or eight-year-old doll. They burst into laughter. After seeing the appearance of the woman next to him, they suddenly felt lustful.

The gangster leader opened his mouth and teased, "Oh, where did the little lady come from so beautiful? If you come here to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not be bothered with your baby."

"Bastard, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.

The gangster leader didn't expect him to take action, but was beaten up in vain. He was furious and called his brothers: "Boe me to death, don't touch that little lady."

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen. He couldn't see the situation there. He only felt a few men with a tiger back and a bear waist rushed towards a child.

Seeing the people rushing towards him, the boy was calm and did not panic. He flashed and knocked down a gangster. Then he stood in the middle and let everyone surround him. After several battles, everyone did not get any advantage.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy was very short and raised his hand to kick his feet, not even half a foot away. However, his tricks were extremely dense and he never showed any flaws around him, so several hooligans could not attack him at all.

Song Qingshu found that his palm technique was mainly based on guard and was quite literally Tai Chi skills. He was also wondering what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his identity as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversation.

However, he noticed that although the boy's every move was quite good, he was young and suffered too much in strength and was gradually at a disadvantage.
To be continued...