no tomb song

As if there wasn't enough trouble.Ning Shu's side had just practiced martial arts, Wan Zhong's side lost his helmet and armor.

So Mr. Ning, the flower-picking thief, had no choice but to recount the ancestors of the Wuyi Wan family in his heart, while swallowing his anger, he gently hugged Wan Zhong's body slowly, and made a new move.

This time, everything went well.Warmth gradually arose on the Qugu acupoint, and the waist and abdomen felt a little more comfortable.It's just that although Wan Zhong can be regarded as a young talent among his peers, it is far from what Ning Shu wanted.

It was only time for a cup of tea, he looked down and saw that the face of the servants under him was already purple.So he could only sigh quietly, and tightened his dantian.Wan Zhong's expression was blissful, but his complexion quickly turned from purple to white, and he looked miserable, as if he had suffered a serious illness.

Eighty percent of his internal energy has been sucked clean, and it is only when he looks good that he has seen a ghost.

Ning Shu closed her eyes and concentrated her efforts, absorbed all the yang essence in her body, and then lazily climbed down to tidy herself up.

When Wan Shaoxia wakes up, he will only remember having a good time with Miss Liao Sheng, and he can't think of anything else.

Ning Shu used his internal strength secretly, and couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.In addition to dogs and sons, the tiger father sometimes gave birth to mice.Wan Jianghe is a master.His son is in his twenties and has practiced martial arts for more than ten years, but his internal energy is neither thick nor pure, presumably because of his mediocre talent.

It seems that we have to start looking for the next prey immediately.

While thinking about it, I suddenly felt something strange in the corridor outside the door.The visitor was silent, and the breath in his body was extremely restrained.If it wasn't for Ning Shu's extraordinary talent, able to listen to the wind and distinguish thoughts, he might be caught.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the human skin mask on the table, flipped it out of the window, and closed the window gently.

He held his breath and leaned against the window, looking carefully through the gap, and saw a tall man with a beard dodging into the guest room.

Ning Shu thought for a while, only felt that this person looked familiar, and he was one of the guests from the village who came to celebrate his birthday.At this moment, the bustle in the atrium can still be heard, presumably the banquet is still at its climax.He and Wan Zhong escaped from others and met no one else along the way, how did this guy find this place?

When I thought of this, I was slightly startled.

The man looked rough, but acted quite vigilantly.Seeing Wan Zhong lying lifelessly on the bed, he seemed surprised too.Stretching out his hand under his nose, he jumped to the window in two steps and pushed it open.

Ning Shu leaned against the window, her breath restrained to the extreme.

The man opened the window.There are only one or two birdsong and two or three breezes around.The sound of drum music is far away, but it seems that this place is extremely quiet.

He closed the window, quickly returned to Wan Zhong's side, and started tinkering.Ning Shu held his breath and moved his eyes to the gap, seeing that the man seemed to have removed a very small thing from Wan Zhong's body, put it into his bosom, and then put something back.

The room was too dark, even though he had excellent eyesight, he still couldn't see clearly.This man obviously has the same relationship with Ning Shu, so he didn't light the lamp at night to be careful.

Ning Shu bit her lip, regretting that she didn't search Wan Zhong just now.But he has always only wanted people and not money, so there is nothing to blame for this matter.

Just as he was distracted, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with his fingertips. It turned out that a small snake had crawled to where his hand was.There are many snakes and insects in southern Hubei, and Dengjiabao is near the water.Ning Shu might not be afraid of snakes, but she also didn't want to take a bite for nothing, so she subconsciously withdrew her hand.

Such a movement made a small sound.

The man rushed to the window keenly, and shouted: "Who!"

Qia and Ning Shu had a wide-eyed stare.

Ning Shu didn't want to cause trouble, so she flew away.He has practiced brushing flowers and making shadows since he was a child, and this kung fu itself is also a superb light skill, not to mention other things, it has always been very effective when rubbing oil on the soles of his feet.

Unexpectedly, the man looked tall, but his figure was extremely flexible.Two ups and downs chased after Ning Shu, reaching out to grab his right shoulder.

Ning Shu had no choice but to slump her shoulders and dodge, raising her hand to brush the Neiguan acupoint on his wrist.This move is the opening gesture of the "Flowing Flowers, Nongying Shadows, Hands Flicking" tactic, calling for a gentle breeze, only to drive back the enemy, and never hurt anyone.

The man countered his move and said in a deep voice, "Who is your lord?"

Although only one move was passed, Ning Shu felt a little horrified in her heart.This man is so strong.Moreover, he was able to chase behind him in an instant, forcing himself to make moves, which showed the depth of his internal strength.

When did such a number one figure exist in the martial arts world?

He was alert in his heart, but his face was still calm: "Who is your honor?" Without waiting for the other party to speak, he counted on his own: "Shh, let me guess... Songxi? No, Yunxia Jian Zhangwei has always been fond of smug beauty... Tiancan sect? No, your inner strength is positive and positive, and you are definitely a decent sect..." He continued to count six or seven sects and dozens of masters, and finally clapped his hands: "I see."

The man was also very patient, looking at him coldly.

Ning Shu suppressed his smile, and said in a low voice: "Could it be...Han Kuang, the Beiming Saber?"

Hearing this name, the man's expression turned bright: "What Beiming Dao is just a sword wielder." This is an admission.

Ning Shu frowned.There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Han Kuang was originally an outer disciple of the Junshan School, and he left the mountain about five or six years ago.This person's whereabouts are hidden, and his reputation is not obvious. The name Beiming Dao was first spread from Shaolin Temple.As for why it got such a name and how it spread, no one can explain clearly.People in the martial arts world only know that this man is a swordsman who is obsessed with swordsmanship, and they don't know anything else.

The more things you can't explain clearly, the more twists and turns there are in it.Ning Shu is lazy by nature and doesn't want to cause trouble for herself.After pondering for a while, he said kindly: "Hero Han, you and I have never met each other. We have no grievances or enmities. It was just an accident. I didn't see anything, and I didn't know anything. You and I just act like we never met. .Let’s leave now.” After saying that, he started to leave.

But Han Kuang said, "Slow down. What's your name?"

The handsome man is wearing women's clothing, anyone who sees it will be surprised and even make fun of it, but this man doesn't seem to have seen it.However, Ning Shu knew that her reputation was notorious, and it would be another trouble to report her family name.So he said in a flat tone, "I'm Liao Sheng from the Five Phoenix School."

Han Kuang presses on step by step: "Then why does Wan Zhong have no internal energy and is unconscious?"

Ning Shu said perfunctorily: "I don't know, I'm just passing by. Hero Han, let's leave now."

Before the words fell, I heard an exclamation from the other side of the guest room: "Senior Brother Wan!"

Hearing the sound, Ning Shu quickly cupped his hands to Han Kuang, "Farewell." After saying that, he jumped up and fled outside the village.Unexpectedly, within a few steps, a masculine aura enveloped him behind him.Han Kuang actually chased after him again.

Before Ning Shu could roll her eyes, she saw a thin figure standing against the wind on the treetop in front of her.

He thought it was bad.But I heard the figure say leisurely: "This guest really doesn't understand the rules. When you are a guest at someone's house, you eat and drink, and at the end you have to take the sheep by hand. It's too shameful."

It is the Kuyun Taoist of the Qingcheng Sect.

The fog meets the mountains, the clouds rise from Xiaoxiang, the monk walks on the river, and the demon is in the mirror.This refers to the top eight masters in Jianghu today.The cloud in it refers to the Kuyun Taoist.

Ning Shu has always been stealing people and not stealing things. Hearing this, she couldn't help turning her head, revealing an undisguised suspicion.

Han Kuang stopped and said indifferently, "The Taoist priest has found the wrong person."

Taoist Kuyun said in a warm voice: "As long as you return the rope that binds the dragon, the old Taoist will never embarrass you."

Han Kuang looked unhappy: "I have already said, you have found the wrong person."

The Kuyun Taoist shook his mustache and sighed: "Young people are obsessed with obsession, don't blame the old Taoist for being rude."

Ning Shu hurriedly waved his hands: "I don't have anything to do here, senior, just do what you want, and leave." After speaking, he jumped up and was about to run away.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest floated down like a kite, firmly blocking Ning Shu's way: "Everything is not clear yet, please stay still."

During the stalemate, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps behind him: "Stop the witch!" "Stop that villain from the Wufeng faction!"

Ning Shu made a decisive decision, covered his face with the human skin mask, and turned to meet the Wuyi faction.

He blocked from left to right, as if he was struggling with everyone.His ears were still standing up, alert to the movement behind him.As expected, after a while, there was the sound of swords clashing.

The corner of Ning Shu's mouth curled up, and he fought and retreated to the small garden just now, and retreated all the way to the downstairs of the guest room, where he was surrounded by Wuyi faction disciples.Seeing a man protruding with a long sword, the tactic in his hand changed suddenly.

The breeze came and brushed over the acupuncture point, and immediately removed the long sword from the disciple's hand.Before everyone could react, Ning Shu jumped up and flew up to the roof of the guest room, leaving the mess behind him in a short while.

He ran and took off, took off all the hairpin skirts on his body, and threw them away.Then it went around to the lake in front of the village, and the water fell silently.

A team of flames burst out from Dengjiabao behind him, presumably the servants heard the news and came out of the village to search for people.

Ning Shu dived into the water calmly, and swam breathlessly in the opposite direction.A line of water waves was silent, slowly rippling away from the lake.

An hour later.

Xiaoer, who was watching the night in Zuiyue Building, saw a long and slender hand stretched out from the guest room that had paid for it but hadn't moved for three days.A small string of copper coins dangled provocatively from his fingertips.

After a stick of incense, Ning Shu soaked in the tub and let out a comfortable groan.He raised his palm and patted lightly, and the window opened slowly in the air.

The night is as cool as water, the silver plate hangs high, and today is the full moon.

Ning Shu closed her eyes and settled down, her inner breath slowly wandered through the cold meridians.