Chapter 12, King Zhang Wuji

Chapter 12, King Zhang Wuji

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Song Qingshu was a little caught off guard by Zhang Wuji's actions.

I was so generous when I saw him when I woke up.

He quickly stopped Zhang Wuji from kneeling down and held him down to sit down.

"have a good rest."

"You can't be so polite in the future."

"The Seven Heroes of Wudang are like brothers, so I should save you."

Zhang Wuji seemed a little at a loss and grabbed his clothes with both hands. He didn't know how to face Song Qingshu.

He only remembered his mother's words before she died.

"Song Qingshu will be your brother from now on, you must remember this kindness."

"A brother is like a father!"

"Eat something." Song Qingshu also noticed that Zhang Wuji was a little cautious, holding porridge and some tonic medicine.

Zhang Wuji walked down obediently and sat at the dining table.

"Brother Qingshu, you can eat it too."

Song Qingshu showed a kind smile: "You eat, I eat."

During the meal, Zhang Wuji ate quietly while Song Qingshu watched from the side.

Seeing Zhang Wuji drink the extremely bitter medicine without saying a word, he felt very complicated.

He had seen how bad that stuff tasted.

But Zhang Wuji didn't resist or react in any big way, he just grinned.

How much hardship does it take to be like this?

After a while...

"Are you full?" Song Qingshu asked with a smile when Zhang Wuji finished eating.

Zhang Wuji stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Brother Qingshu."

Song Qingshu helped Zhang Wuji up, feeling a little headache.

This kid has a lot of manners.

"You won't need it from me anymore."

Zhang Wuji was obviously a little embarrassed. He remembered his parents' teachings and did not dare to forget them.

But Brother Qingshu said this, what should he do?

"I am your brother, and we are one family. There is no need to be polite in a family, even in Wudang!" Song Qingshu explained with a smile.

"The Seven Heroes of Wudang are brothers and sisters. This is your future home."

"Unless it's a big occasion or necessary, you don't need to be polite, you know?"

Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu's concerned eyes, thought for a moment, smiled on his face, and nodded firmly.

"kindness!"

This smile is extremely bright, and a pair of innocent eyes are full of goodwill and hope for the world.

Song Qingshu sighed deeply in his heart, how on earth did he raise this child?

Both parents are dead, and there is no hatred in his eyes.

"Let's go, I'll take you around Wudang Mountain."

"This is your future home."

Song Qingshu took Zhang Wuji out, and many people outside the door shouted.

"Senior Brother Song."

"Senior Brother Wuji..."

Song Qingshu was okay, but Zhang Wuji seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Let's go, let me explain to you as we walk." Song Qingshu took Zhang Wuji and started walking in Wudang Mountain.

While introducing people to Zhang Wuji, he also introduced Wudang's environment and situations.

Zhang Wuji was a little reserved at first, but gradually relaxed when he saw everyone was kind to him.

Jumping up and down, extremely happy.

Song Qingshu watched from behind, with a smile on his face.

"Zhang Wuji!"

"Poor man."

Song Qingshu didn't practice all day today. He just stayed with Zhang Wuji, eating and hanging out.

Until I sent Zhang Wuji back to his room in the evening.

"mother……"

"Mother...father, wuwu..."

When there was no one in the room, Zhang Wuji's crying sounded in the room, and he huddled in the corner of the bed.

Outside the house, Song Qingshu listened to the crying and helpless shouts, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

9 years old...

Zhang Wuji is only 9 years old. He is not a time traveler, but he is so sensible.

He didn't express anything during the day, but he didn't cry alone at night. He didn't want to cause trouble to anyone.

Don't want anyone else to worry.

"He's still a kid."

"Why……"

Song Qingshu stood outside the window for a long time. He didn't leave until Zhang Wuji's crying and helpless shouts disappeared and he slowly fell asleep.

One day, two days, three days...

Song Qingshu accompanied Zhang Wuji these days. It was not until the seventh day that Zhang Wuji gradually became familiar with Wudang that Song Qingshu began morning exercises.

Everyone in Wudang likes Zhang Wuji very much, whether it is the grand master, the uncles, or other disciples.

Zhang Wuji is very sensible and never causes trouble to others.

"Brother Qingshu!"

"Brother Qingshu!"

In the back mountain, Zhang Wuji held a chicken leg in his hand and ran up the joyful stairs, shouting to Song Qingshu who was about to finish his morning exercise.

Song Qingshu looked at the little guy and smiled, then he finished his morning exercise and jumped down.

Zhang Wuji held the chicken drumstick in his hand and handed it to Song Qingshu: "Brother Qingshu, here it is."

"You haven't eaten." Song Qingshu took the chicken leg from Zhang Wuji's hand and took a bite.

Zhang Wuji had to drink medicine every morning, which made his mouth taste bitter, so he gave the child chicken drumsticks every day.

Zhang Wuji picked up his left hand, which was stained with grease, and said with a smile, "I ate one."

"I can't finish two of them."

Song Qingshu touched Zhang Wuji's head: "I know you are good, so keep it for me to eat."

"What's the matter? What's wrong? Why did you come to the back of the mountain today?"

"Ah..." Zhang Wuji exclaimed, "I almost forgot, it was Grand Master who asked me to call you over."

"He told us to practice with Master Tai tomorrow."

Song Qingshu didn't ask any questions and walked with Zhang Wuji.

According to memory, Zhang Wuji was about to learn the exercises from his master at this time. Only in this way could he stabilize his injuries.

Behind the Zixiao Palace.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji with smiles in their eyes.

He has seen how the two of them get along these days.

Very pleased.

For Qingshu to be Wuji's older brother, this decision was the right one.

Wuji is now growing up very well in Wudang.

"Qingshu, Wuji, you will practice with me in the back mountain tomorrow."

"Qingshu, remember to call me Wuji."

Song Qingshu said: "Yes, I know."

Zhang Wuji waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I can get up."

"I got up and went to find Brother Qingshu."

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu didn't stop him either, they knew this kid was kind.

It gets slightly brighter the next day...

Song Qingshu was still sleeping, and Zhang Wuji had already arrived in his room.

Waited for a full hour.

When Song Qingshu got up, he saw Zhang Wuji with a surprised look on his face.

"Wuji, when did you come?"

Zhang Wuji smiled: "Not long ago, we just arrived."

Song Qingshu didn't ask any questions when he saw this, and the two of them walked towards the back mountain.

Cultivation is a normal thing for him, but there is just another Zhang Wuji.

On the first day, Master Tai taught Zhang Wuji some formulas and methods of operation.

The next day...

When Song Qingshu woke up, he saw Zhang Wuji sitting in the room again.

There was something strange in my heart.

"Wuji, how long have you been here?"

"Brother Qingshu, I just came." Zhang Wuji responded with a bright smile.

Song Qingshu felt a little weird and didn't ask any more questions.

The third day.

After Song Qingshu woke up, Zhang Wuji was still sitting there.

Something was wrong with him at this time.

"Wuji, how long have you been here?"

"Brother Qingshu, just for a little while." Zhang Wuji still answered with the same bright smile.

The fourth day.

Song Qingshu paid special attention that day. He woke up very early and heard Zhang Wuji quietly opening the door, then sitting not far away and waiting.

Song Qingshu looked out the window, this time!

It's an hour early.

Didn't you just come here?

"Wuji!"

"Ah..." Zhang Wuji panicked. He didn't expect Brother Qingshu to wake up.

"Brother Qingshu, you're awake."

Seeing that Zhang Wuji was a little surprised, Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Well, it's a little early today."

"I didn't expect you to be here so early."

Zhang Wuji smiled awkwardly: "Well, earlier."

Song Qingshu put on his clothes, sat down and asked with a smile: "Wuji, you were also so early a few days ago."

"I woke up early on purpose today."

Zhang Wuji didn't expect to be discovered, so he said nervously: "Brother Qingshu, I won't do it anymore."

"I'll call you when the time comes."

Seeing Zhang Wuji's nervousness, Song Qingshu smiled and said, "I'm just asking, is it okay?"

"Getting up early is a good thing."

"I will accompany you from now on."

"Ah, really!" Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu excitedly.

Seeing Zhang Wuji so excited, Song Qingshu had a hundred question marks in his mind.

Why are you so excited?

At this time, he had a bad feeling.

What Zhang Wuji said next completely confirmed his suspicion.

Zhang Wuji said excitedly: "Brother Qingshu, thank you, thank you!"

"When I was on the island, I got up earlier than now."

"Learn martial arts from my adoptive father every day."

"It's been like this since I was 6 years old."

Song Qingshu secretly felt bad and asked tentatively: "Do you wake up early every day?"

"And then one gets a little bored."

"Yeah, yeah." Zhang Wuji was like a chicken pecking at rice: "Everyone is resting, I'm sorry to disturb them."

"Now that Brother Qingshu is with me, everything will be fine."

"Brother Qingshu, let's go practice."

Although Song Qingshu looked happy, he felt miserable in his heart.

This is a forced job.

At first he thought that Zhang Wuji would adapt to it after a while, but he was wrong.

How wrong it is.

Two full months have passed, and Zhang Wuji is still the same, coming to his room about an hour before morning exercises every day.

Song Qingshu was his elder brother after all, so he couldn't lose face, so he had to bite the bullet and get up early.

Seeing Zhang Wuji rejoicing in the night, he cursed Xie Xun ten thousand times in his heart.

"Xie Xun, you are a bastard. A 6-year-old child wakes up so early every day to practice martial arts."

"He's ready to hit you at every turn."

"Go crazy!"

"This is even harder than 996 in my previous life."

"Let no one live."

"I...I was forced to work."

Not to mention how depressed Song Qingshu was, he smiled bitterly: "Wuji, if you were to put this in your previous life, you would be the scroll within the scroll, the king of scrolls."

"You are trying to drag me to death."

"This can't go on like this. We have to find a way to change Wuji."

"Wuji still has one and a half years left before he leaves Wudang."

"He can survive it, but I can't."

"too painful."