Upon hearing what Zhou Zhiruo said, Wang Yang smiled calmly.
Others might not know Song Qingshu's true nature, but he knew it perfectly well.
"Don't worry, Zhiruo, it's not that I don't trust you."
After a moment of silence, Wang Yang replied with these words.
After hearing what Wang Yang said, Zhou Zhiruo finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
During the day, Song Qingshu kept trying to please her.
Sima Zhao's intentions are obvious to everyone.
Zhou Zhiruo didn't care about what others thought.
But what she was worried about was that Wang Yang would misunderstand the relationship between her and Song Qingshu.
Fortunately, judging from Wang Yang's expression, he didn't seem to suspect anything.
"Zhiruo, it's getting late. Go back to your room and get some rest!"
Just as Zhou Zhiruo was lost in thought, Wang Yang said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo quickly recovered her composure, gave a soft "hmm" in response, and then turned and walked out of the house.
But she had only taken a couple of steps when she suddenly stopped.
Before Wang Yang could react, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly turned around and threw herself into his arms.
"Zhiruo?"
Wang Yang was stunned, caught off guard by Zhou Zhiruo's sudden hug.
Zhou Zhiruo hugged Wang Yang tightly, whispering shyly:
"Young master, may I...may I stay and keep you company?"
After saying this, Zhou Zhiruo felt her cheeks burning hot, and her face turned bright red with embarrassment.
Although Zhou Zhiruo spoke very softly.
But Wang Yang still overheard it.
He wasn't stupid; he had long since realized Zhou Zhiruo's love for him as they walked together.
Wang Yang didn't respond for quite a while.
Zhou Zhiruo thought Wang Yang hadn't heard what she had just said, so she lowered her head and pulled away from Wang Yang's embrace.
Judging from their appearance, they clearly intend to leave.
Just as Zhou Zhiruo was about to turn around, Wang Yang suddenly grabbed her and teased:
"how?"
"Didn't you say you'd stay with me?"
Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, Zhou Zhiruo felt extremely ashamed, her face turning red to the roots of her ears.
Just as she was at a loss, Wang Yang slowly raised his hand and gently stroked Zhou Zhiruo's exquisitely sculpted face.
Zhou Zhiruo remained motionless, her heart pounding, and her breathing becoming heavy and rapid.
Before long, Wang Yang's fingers had hooked down to Zhou Zhiruo's chin.
He lifted his hand slightly with a little force.
Then, Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful and flawless face was clearly revealed in Wang Yang's eyes.
That face was exquisitely beautiful, with clear contours and skin as white and translucent as jade.
At first glance, it shines like a dewdrop.
As he watched, Wang Yang kissed Zhou Zhiruo directly.
Seeing Wang Yang approach, Zhou Zhiruo neither dodged nor flinched, but slowly closed her eyes.
...
Early the next morning.
Wang Yang was still asleep when he was woken up by a knock on the door.
"Knock knock!"
"Young master, it's time to get up and wash!"
Shangguan Haitang's voice came from outside the door.
When Wang Yang woke up, he looked around and found that Zhou Zhiruo was no longer there.
After a helpless smile, Wang Yang didn't think much of it and got up to open the door.
Then, Wang Yang washed up with the help of Shangguan Haitang.
Before long, Zhao Min, Mu Wanqing, Jiang Yuyan, and others came to the door together.
Following closely behind, Zhou Botong, Xiaoyuer, and others also arrived.
Then, Yang Xiao arrived with a group of Ming Cult members.
The group chatted and laughed together, and even discussed where to go for sightseeing in Wudang today.
When Zhou Zhiruo looked at Wang Yang, her eyes seemed to dart away.
She felt incredibly shy whenever she recalled the scenes of making love with Wang Yang in bed last night.
Just then, a shout came from outside:
"Junior Sister Zhiruo!"
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound.
Upon looking, they saw Song Qingshu hurrying over.
Before approaching, Song Qingshu first greeted Wang Yang and the others, and finally fixed his gaze on Zhou Zhiruo.
Being gazed at so affectionately by Song Qingshu made Zhou Zhiruo feel extremely uncomfortable, and her expression revealed her disgust without any attempt to hide it.
On the other hand, Song Qingshu seemed oblivious, smiling as he said:
"Junior Sister Zhiruo, the osmanthus flowers on Wudang Mountain are in bloom. How about... I take you to admire them today?"
Upon hearing what Song Qingshu said, Zhou Zhiruo lost all interest and immediately looked at Wang Yang.
"Wherever you go, young master, I will go!"
Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu gave an awkward laugh before turning to look at Wang Yang and saying:
"Alliance Leader Wang."
"Taizipo of Wudang".
"Four gates in one mile, the Yellow River wall winding nine times, one pillar with twelve beams, and the fragrance of osmanthus for ten miles."
"Now that you have come to Wudang, you should not miss such a beautiful sight."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yang smiled calmly and was about to say that he would go and take a look.
Just then, footsteps came from outside.
Then Song Yuanqiao arrived with Yu Lianzhou and several others.
Before long, several people approached.
Upon seeing this, Song Qingshu quickly bowed to Song Yuanqiao and the others.
"Father, you've come!"
Song Yuanqiao nodded slightly, ignoring Song Qingshu, and looked directly at Wang Yang, saying:
"Alliance Leader Wang, our master has already emerged from seclusion."
"I was very pleased to learn of Alliance Leader Wang's arrival."
"At this moment, we are waiting quietly for Alliance Leader Wang inside the Zhenwu Hall."
Hearing what Song Yuanqiao said, Wang Yang smiled slightly and glanced at Song Qingshu, saying:
"Brother Qingshu, I'm so sorry, we have to go and pay our respects to Master Zhang."
Having said that, Wang Yang, without waiting for Song Qingshu's reply, looked back at Song Yuanqiao and continued:
"Master Song, lead the way!"
Song Yuanqiao nodded, and then he and Yu Lianzhou led Wang Yang and his group away.
Before long, Wang Yang and the others arrived at the Zhenwu Hall of the Wudang Sect, led by Song Yuanqiao.
At this time, many elders and disciples of the Wudang Sect had gathered in the hall.
Upon seeing Wang Yang and his group arrive, the crowd, who had been discussing the matter, fell silent and looked at each other.
An old Taoist priest, who had been sitting in the main seat with his eyes closed in meditation, slowly opened them.
The old Taoist priest had a ruddy complexion, white beard and eyebrows, and a very dignified appearance.
Who else could it be but Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of Wudang Sect?
Soon, Song Yuanqiao led Wang Yang and the others to Zhang Sanfeng.
"Master, this is Wang Yang, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance!"
Song Yuanqiao bowed to Zhang Sanfeng, then looked at Wang Yang.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled calmly and turned his gaze to Wang Yang.
"Wang Yang greets Senior Zhang Zhenren, the Martial Arts Master!"
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng looking at him, Wang Yang remained neither humble nor arrogant, and cupped his hands in a fist salute.
Zhang Sanfeng, his smile undiminished, replied:
"I had heard Yuanqiao and others mention Leader Wang before."
"To see them today, they are indeed young heroes, the younger generation surpassing the older!"
While saying this, Zhang Sanfeng was inwardly shocked.
He possesses over a century of martial arts cultivation and his skills are profound.
Wang Yang and the others were just outside the hall.
He was able to discern the martial arts schools and levels of cultivation among the crowd from their footsteps.
But he couldn't recognize Wang Yang's voice.
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