Chapter 20： The internal strength that can renew the meridians

Sure enough, not long after, Murong Fu frowned and said: "Young Master Song's meridians have been... seriously damaged...Did the old man Yao Wang really say that Dou Zhuan Xing Yi can heal Song Gongzi? Maybe it's because of my dull aptitude, I have practiced Dou Zhuan Xing Yi for 20 years, I also don't know that the star shift has the effect of renewing the meridians."

Song Qingshu was immediately disappointed, and Mrs. Hu couldn't bear it, she couldn't help but said: "Since Mr. Murong can't help it, I have to accompany Brother Song to try other places, I'm afraid I can't stay here."

"Sister-in-law doesn't have to be like this. Since this last hope is gone, I've given up completely. It's more convenient for sister-in-law to investigate Murong Jingyue." Song Qingshu's tone was full of sadness and reluctance, and Yanziwu and his party couldn't treat him. Due to his injuries, he had to leave.

Although he could live here with Madam Hu and live a stable life, but thinking of Zhou Zhiruo's sword of Damocles hanging over his head, he still had to accumulate a little more strength before she came to him.

Now that there is no hope of learning martial arts, it seems that the only way is to enter the imperial court. Song Qingshu's mind spun rapidly, who would he defect to from all the forces in the world today...

Seeing Mrs. Hu's posture of going away with Song Qingshu, Murong Fu felt anxious, suddenly thought of a way, and quickly said: "Don't worry, you two, I seem to have thought of a way to heal Mr. Song's meridians."

Song Qingshu glanced at him indifferently. To be honest, during this period of time, he felt that the ups and downs of life were so exciting for the treatment of his meridians, from hope to disappointment, to hope, and then to despair. The method is numb.

"I hope Mr. Murong can teach you." Mrs. Hu was obviously much more enthusiastic than him.

"I have a cousin who is familiar with the world's martial arts." A trace of tenderness flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. "A few years ago when I was discussing the internal skills of various schools with her, she seemed to have mentioned one. It has the effect of lifting the dead and leaving the flesh and bones, and it must be able to heal the wounds of Song Gongzi..."

"Wang Yuyan?" Song Qingshu suddenly became interested. Why did he forget that there is such a beautiful girl martial arts master who doesn't know the slightest bit of martial arts? If she really said what she said, there might be real hope. He asked excitedly: "Master Murong, what kind of internal strength is it?"

Murong Fu's expression suddenly turned a little bright: "I forgot..."

It turned out that when Murong Fu heard about this martial art, he didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart, and he sneered at it, so how could he remember its name carefully? If Song Qingshu's symptoms hadn't reminded him this time, in order to keep Mrs. Hu, he went to the doctor in an emergency. Suddenly remembered this anecdote.

Seeing the weird expressions on the two people opposite, Murong Fu hastily added: "But my cousin definitely remembers."

"Is Young Master Murong's cousin at the house?" Mrs. Hu seemed more nervous than Song Qingshu at the moment.

"My cousin is in Mantuo Villa, a little far away from here. Now it's getting late, why don't you stay at the house for a while, and we will go to see my cousin tomorrow." Murong Fu kept thinking about how to keep Madam Hu. Stay here.

"Thank you, Mr. Hu." Mrs. Hu couldn't be too urging, so she owed her a thank you.

"Abi, go down and order the food and drink. Where's Azhu?" Murong Fu turned around and asked.

"Sister Ah Zhu heard that the young master has guests, and has already gone to the kitchen to prepare food and drinks." Abi smiled softly, and bowed to leave, "This servant girl is going to help elder sister Ah Zhu."

"Mr. Murong is really lucky to have such a beautiful pair of servant girls." Song Qingshu sighed sincerely.

Murong Fu smiled slightly, but did not answer, Madam Hu gave him a blank look, thinking that uncle is so open-mouthed, how can he praise his housemate like this.

Seeing the weird expressions of the two, Song Qingshu realized that something was wrong. As a modern person, women joked more than men at that time, and praising people for their beauty was a common way to get closer. Ancient does not apply.

"My lord has a distinguished guest today. Congratulations, congratulations." There was a burst of hearty laughter from outside, and four people dressed like generals walked in together.

"It turns out that they are the four masters of Gusu Murong's subordinates. Disrespect and disrespect!" Song Qingshu stood up and saluted them, but he was thinking in his heart whether the martial arts of these people were as pussy as in the TV series, or as close to Jianghu as in the book. Wait for the master.

Seeing that he didn't call himself the general of Murong's family, the four of them immediately felt good about each other, they dragged him and asked questions for a while.

"My lord, the food and drink are ready, you can sit down." While Song Qingshu was dealing with a few reckless men, he suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance. At that moment, he thought that a modern woman had also traveled through time. The familiar smell of roses The smell of the perfume almost brought tears to his eyes.

Turning around and seeing a petite, pretty and lovely girl in red, Song Qingshu asked excitedly: "Do you know Jin Yong?"

The girl in red was obviously taken aback by him, she glanced at Murong Fu quietly, and replied in a condescending way: "My lord, did you recognize the wrong person?"

Seeing her bewildered face, Song Qingshu knew that he was overthinking, so he couldn't help laughing and said, "Is the rose perfume sprinkled on the girl?"

The red-clothed girl's eyes lit up, as if she saw a bosom friend: "Yes, yes, sir, do you also study flower dew, this is my homemade rose dew..."

"Ah Zhu, stop making trouble." Murong Fu coughed softly from the side.

A'Zhu stuck out her tongue coquettishly, and hurriedly tidied up the wine table with A'bi.

Song Qingshu was a little dazed, where did the plot of Tianlong Babu develop? It seems that it hasn't started yet, so why has Qiao Feng become the king of Nanyuan in the Liao Kingdom? But thinking that I can travel from modern times, these deviations are not so difficult to understand.

After dinner, Azhu and Abi led the two of them to rest in their respective guest rooms. Azhu hesitated to speak all the way, Song Qingshu asked amusedly: "Miss Azhu, what do you want to say."

A'Zhu's black eyeballs rolled around, and he giggled coquettishly and said, "My lord is a man with eyebrows, why is he so good at small things between women?"

"Did you mean rose dew?" Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing. Back then, he was familiar with the scents of Chanel and Dior perfumes, and it was more than enough for a little girl.

"Hmmmm~" A'Zhu kept nodding.

"Miss Ah Zhu, I think your rose dew is elegant and refined, but it doesn't seem to last for long." Song Qingshu's heart moved, thinking of Ah Zhu's ability against the sky, he suddenly became concerned.