Chapter 7 Princess Shaomin

In the midst of contemplation, a hearty laughter came in, "Brother Song is ruddy now, and it seems that his injury is almost healed."

"Qingshu, yesterday I heard you mentioned that the four great genius doctors in the world might be able to treat your meridians. I thought of the true story of Hu Qingniu, Master Zhang, and I specially asked him to come over to see if it is possible to renew your meridians." Zhou Zhiruo said. I didn't even look at Zhang Wuji. The words mentioned that his name was also extremely cold. Zhao Min and others thought that Zhou Zhiruo still harbored resentment towards him in his heart, and only Song Qingshu sneered secretly.

"Didn't he say that there is no way to cure it last time." Song Qingshu glanced at the two with disdain.

"Brother Song, there was really no way at the next time last time. Later, I went back and exhausted the medical skills of the past, only to find a method or try it." Zhang Wuji didn't feel angry at all, everyone's demeanor saw everyone thumbs up. , What a Qianqian gentleman.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu was a little moved. Since he was sure that this was Jin Yong's martial arts world, he was a bit complacent for a while. He was familiar with the plot, so many treasures and martial arts secrets in the world seemed to him to be a treasure, but the meridians were exhausted. Disuse, all this is nothing but a mirror image. In today's troubled times, you can't keep you from finding treasures, and you can't practice to get cheats. Now I heard that Zhang Wuji has a way to cure himself. At that moment, Song Qingshu even felt that as long as he cured himself, Everything with Zhou Zhiruo can be forgotten by himself.

Song Qingshu, who traveled through, had no feelings for Zhou Zhiruo, and some were just possessive of beautiful things. Considering that Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji are in love with each other at first, so long as he can heal himself, what if he can fulfill both of them by himself.

"Can it really be cured?" Song Qingshu was a little skeptical, after all, there was nothing he could do without a name.