Song Qingshu ran wildly with Zhou Zhiruo on his back. No one was chasing him anymore, but he didn't dare to take it lightly. He kept running and finally ran into a forest.

"Zhiruo." Song Qingshu gasped and put Zhou Zhiruo down.

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

"Senior Brother Song, thank you."

Song Qingshu looked at her with gentle eyes and said, "You never have to say thank you to me. I am willing to do this for you." Song Qingshu's words were explicit and full of affection, and Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flashed slightly, avoiding Song Qingshu's burning eyes.

"I wonder what happened to Mo Qixia, and whether he had escaped successfully?"

"Don't worry." Song Qingshu comforted Zhou Zhiruo, "Uncle Seven is very good at martial arts and excellent light skills. He will definitely be able to escape. I have already left a mark on him along the way. He should be able to catch up in a short while."

"Um."

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

Time passed slowly, and it took about an hour before Mo Shenggu appeared in the woods.

But I mind.

There were not many pedestrians in the streets of the town, but there were many vendors. Zhou Zhiruo walked to a small stall selling fans and stopped.

Mo Shenggu felt relieved and said, "I will feel at ease when I know he is fine."

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

When Song Qingshu saw Zhou Zhiruo picking up the basin, he hurriedly took it over and held it with him.

Song Qingshu took the handkerchief, wiped Mo Shenggu's face, and then went out to pour water. As for the handkerchief, it was casually hung on the edge of the wooden basin by Zhou Zhiruo.

"Zhiruo." Song Qingshu was suppressing his emotions, but he still seemed a little anxious. "You go back to Wudang with us. It is very dangerous for you to be alone outside. What if you meet Chen Youliang again?"

The cool and transparent well water was gently fiddled by Zhou Zhiruo's white and jade-like fingers in the hazy moonlight, and suddenly it was lifted up and condensed into water droplets, falling and drizzling. The wet face of water was as smooth as snow, and its long eyelashes were like butterflies with slightly trembling wings, puffing into his heart one by one.

Although Zhou Zhiruo's words were gentle, how could he not understand it as smart as Song Qingshu?

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and asked the boss about the price, but because she didn't have much money on her, she said she would change a silver hairpin on her head to the boss for the boss to change the fan.

"Mo Qixia, Senior Brother Song." After a long time, Zhou Zhiruo looked up at the two of them and said, "Thank you for your help these days. Zhiruo is very grateful, but I'm afraid I can't walk with you next."

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

After saying that, Song Qingshu walked into Mo Shenggu's room with a basin, and Zhou Zhiruo followed without saying a word.

"You have been with Zhang Wuji?" Song Qingshu's eyes widened and excited.

After saying that, Zhou Zhiruo took the fan.

The old woman led the person to the room, lit the oil lamp, pointed to a room for them. After Song Qingshu thanked him, he asked for some food.

There is a faint fragrance on the handkerchief. When it is dipped in water, there will be more moisture, making the fragrance look a little cold, but it is particularly refreshing.

Zhou Zhiruo went to pat the door, and the fence gate creaked: "Is anyone?" Zhou Zhiruo's clear and soft voice sounded in the quiet village, especially clear.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Song Qingshu reached out and held Zhou Zhiruo's hand that handed out the silver hairpin. "Although this fan is good, it is not worth so much money!"

"Who?" His voice was hoarse and soft.

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

"Uncle Seven." Song Qingshu walked into the house and put down the basin. Just as he was about to find a handkerchief, Zhou Zhiruo handed the handkerchief to him: "Senior Brother Song, use this."

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, his face turned red and white.

"It's okay." Mo Shenggu waved his hand hard, and Song Qingshu held him against another tree. Mo Shenggu sat down slowly with difficulty, "Then Chen Youliang's martial arts skills are not good, but he has a lot of scheming. It's really a lot of trouble to get rid of him."

"Zhiruo, what are you doing?"

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "I was with Brother Wuji before being captured by the Beggars' Sect. I suddenly disappeared. I guess he was also very worried. I want to... go find him."

Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu showed joy in their faces and followed the old woman into the yard.

"Yes." Song Qingshu nodded, took his sword and walked out.

At this time, the moonlight was hazy, and Zhou Zhiruo stood by the well to draw water. The wooden barrel was heavy after eating the water. Zhou Zhiruo pulled the rope and pulled it hard.

The door of the main hall opened, and the dim light was shining, and a slightly hunched woman walked out tremblingly.

"It's all because of Zhiruo. If it weren't for me, Mo Qixia wouldn't have suffered such serious injuries."

It was already dark at this time, and the voices in the village were silent.

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

Mo Shenggu agreed, "Yes, Miss Zhou. I don't think you can go with us, so that you can take care of me. As for Wuji, tell me where he is and let someone send him a message."

"I think it's worth it." Zhou Zhiruo pushed away Song Qingshu's hand 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 seeing that you really want to buy it, I'll give you another handful."

Song Qingshu said: "I'll go."

Song Qingshu felt sorrowful inside. After the sourness, there seemed to be another cluster of flames burning, but in the end, it gradually calmed down in Zhou Zhiruo's clear gaze.

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

Zhou Zhiruo changed the water, and Song Qingshu held Zhou Zhiruo's handkerchief. Something was rushing around in his heart, but he secretly suppressed it.

"You...who are you?" The old woman was a little wary. The world was not peaceful. Who knows if the three people in front of her were bad people?

"Mother-in-law, don't be afraid. We are not bad people. It's just that my uncle was injured and injured by a gangster and cannot walk far away. Then he took the initiative to bother you, don't worry, we will never cause trouble for you. I still have some money here, so please give it a convenience." Song Qingshu said earnestly, bowed his body and took out a few pieces of silver from his arms and handed it to Zhou Zhiruo. Zhou Zhiruo took the silver and put it in the old woman's hand: "Mother-in-law, please help us."

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

Zhou Zhiruo said "um" softly.

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

Song Qingshu smiled shyly.

"Are you with Wuji?" Mo Shenggu said excitedly, "Would Wuji be fine?"

The old woman walked to the gate of the yard and looked up at the three people standing outside the yard, a beautiful girl, a handsome young man, and a bearded man on her back. The bearded man looked very weak.

Song Qingshu felt itchy and his heartbeat continued to accelerate.

Zhou Zhiruo suddenly looked like she suddenly realized her mind and said with a smile: "It's okay, the children of the world, I don't mind the extraordinary times."

Zhou Zhiruo said: "Mother-in-law, we three passed by here. It was late. We wanted to borrow your place to rest for a night. I wonder if we can do it?"

In order to prevent Chen Youliang from catching up, Song Qingshu decided to leave the place first. He carried Mo Shenggu on his back and freed up his hand to pull Zhou Zhiruo. The three of them walked together for an hour, and finally stopped outside a fence yard in a small village.

Song Qingshu felt very sorry when he saw that it was a foregone conclusion, but it was too late to say anything.

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

She wanted to put away the handkerchief, but then she thought about it and handed it to Song Qingshu: "Wipe it quickly, it will be more comfortable after wiping it, so you can have a good sleep."

Mo Shenggu lay on the bed, Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu each had a chair for one night.

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

The material of the fan bones of this fan is not very good, but the advantage lies in the exquisite production skills. The picture of the river and sea on the fan is very grand.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "Don't worry, Brother Wuji is very good. He also found Senior Xie Xun, but the whereabouts of Senior Xie was arrested some time ago was unknown. Brother Wuji was very anxious to find someone."

The cool breeze was blowing, and Song Qingshu walked in front with Mo Shenggu, but his mind fell on Zhou Zhiruo who was following them.

"Uncle Seven!"

Zhou Zhiruo was standing beside her. Song Qingshu quickly wiped his face with a handkerchief and washed it. While he was still struggling to return it to her now, Zhou Zhiruo had already taken the handkerchief with a smile.

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

Zhou Zhiruo held the teacup, and the heat rose, confused her silent expression.

Although Mo Shenggu was a little reckless, he was clearly divided into grudges and hated evil. He didn't think Zhou Zhiruo had any guilt, but he looked down on Chen Youliang more and more.

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

"What's the matter?" Zhou Zhiruo blinked beautifully, and said in a normal tone, "Isn't this supposed to be. If it weren't for you and Mo Qixia, Zhiruo would still be in Chen Youliang's hands now."

"Miss Zhou is not your business." Mo Shenggu said hard, "Seeing injustice on the road is what people in the martial arts world should do. If you want to blame, you will have those people with incorrect minds. If you don't have them, you will not suffer."

Zhou Zhiruo knew that Song Qingshu felt uncomfortable, but she didn't do much for him.

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

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

If it weren't for the sudden loss of internal strength and the medicinal power of the anesthetics had not yet subsided, she wouldn't have had enough effort to get water.

She looked very silent along the way and didn't say much, as if she had something to worry about.

"Senior Brother Song, I want to tell you something." She looked at Song Qingshu, then stood up and walked out of the tea shop.

Song Qingshu thought about this and didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry." Zhou Zhiruo said.

After a while, the lights were on in the yard, and the lights were dim. I heard a rustling sound inside, and then a creaking sound of the door opening.

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

"So this is what I am in your heart."
To be continued...