The most beautiful boy in the whole Jianghu [Comprehensive martial arts]

Wuhua closes the cork and looks back with a warm smile like a spring breeze on her face.Outside the door, the young man in crimson clothes was carrying a tea pot, and looked straight at him with clear eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing that there was no answer, he repeated it again.

"As Tanyue saw, the water in the altar was melted by fresh winter snow. I just opened the altar cover to have a look."

Although Wu Hua had a murderous intention in her heart, she still kept her expression on her face, wanting to test how much the young man outside the door had seen.

"Just take a look, what is the porcelain bottle in the master's sleeve?"

Zhao Huan pointed out the key points without hesitation. He guessed that it could not be a good thing, but he didn't feel disappointed or sad.

Gold has no bare feet, and no one is perfect.

It's not surprising that the famous monk Wuhua has so many secrets that he can't tell.

Wuhua's face did not change, she was still calm and calm: "Zhao Tanyue, you are wrong."

Zhao Huan walked forward without saying a word, but Wu Hua clenched the porcelain vase in her sleeve tightly and did not move.

"Please take it out." Zhao Huan said softly, "If you don't take it out, I dare not drink the tea you cooked."

Wuhua: "..."

He wondered why Zhao Jueming didn't ask a few more questions, but directly pointed out without evidence, so that he had no room for defense.

The crimson-clothed boy stood in front of him, staring at him with a calm expression.Wuhua smiled slightly, bypassed Zhao Huan, walked to one side, and said, "Since Zhao Tanyue doesn't believe me, then it's up to you to do it. If there is anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me."

There was a bit of helplessness in his words, but he was still very frank, and even gently extended his hand to signal Zhao Huan to hug the small altar, as if he had to give in to prove his innocence.

Zhao Huan looked at the altar, then at Wuhua, stepped forward and bent down, hugging the small altar with his arms, when a strong wind came from behind him, Zhao Huan ducked down without turning his head, and threw the water in the altar Quickly poured out, leaped backwards, instantly distanced Wuhua from her.

"Sneak attack is not a gentleman's act."

Zhao Huan said.

The wet Wuhua didn't talk much to Zhao Huan, his expression was condensed, he used the magical power of snapping his fingers in the sneak attack, but at this moment he changed his mind - the ring flew out of his hand, and the cold light went straight to Zhao Huan's face , the latter drew his sword and flicked it away, with a crisp sound, the flying ring fell into Wuhua's hand again.

The jar that Zhao Huan casually put down was nothing but shards.

Wuhua's expression froze, the sound must have attracted Master Tianhu and Bai Yutang, if she hadn't dealt with Zhao Jueming before their arrival...

Zhao Huan didn't know what he was thinking, but felt that this Master Wuhua no longer had the elegance he had when he first met him. He sighed, and stepped forward with his sword in hand, his whole body's aura changed, like the howling cold wind in winter.

Wuhua didn't have a sword by her side, only a flying ring and a palm, so he seized the opportunity when Zhao Huan was holding the sword to deal with Feihuan, and used the Fengping palm to create a gust of wind. Although Zhao Huan was tired of dealing with Feihuan, he could It's not like he's out of skill, he drew out the black scabbard around his waist and slashed towards Wuhua.

The crisp sound of the jar breaking came to the front yard, Bai Yutang was facing Master Tianhu silently, both of them were startled when they heard this, Bai Yutang immediately got up and ran towards the back yard with big strides.

Master Tianhu stared down at the tea table in front of him. Wuhua used to cook tea for him here. Year after year, day after day, in the smoke, Wuhua grew from a child to a young man, and from a teenager to a young man. .

Gentle and elegant, with a wide range of friends, and famous all over the world, Master Tianhu was once happy for Wuhua to have such an achievement.

But presumably, there will be no such opportunity in the future.

Master Tianhu sighed softly, got up from the table, and walked towards the backyard.

When Bai Yutang rushed to the backyard, he was so shocked by the scene in the house that he couldn't speak—Zhao Jueming's sword was stuck in Wuhua's left shoulder, and Wuhua's quilt was pressed against the wall. .

At twilight, the scene was terrifying.

When the young man in crimson clothes saw him coming, he tilted his head to look at him, his expression remained as calm as ever, as if it wasn't him who was stabbing Wuhua to the wall with his sword.

Bai Yutang asked, "What happened?"

Zhao Huan replied: "Master Wuhua attacked me, and I subdued him."

In this situation, the boy still calls Wuhua the master, which sounds a bit ironic to Wuhua.

He originally thought that even if Zhao Jueming overturned the [-]th floor of the Tsing Yi Building, it was only due to luck. This person is young and only uses a sword, so he is not as proficient in Shaolin Kungfu and Japanese ninjutsu as he thinks——

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jueming's reputation was not in vain. When he was stabbed into his left shoulder with a sword, he was also convinced that the chief executive of Tsingyi Building was indeed defeated by Zhao Jueming.

But it's useless to be convinced at this time, on the contrary, it seems that he is incompetent.

Wuhua bowed her head slightly, and after Zhao Jueming answered Bai Yutang's question, the two fell into silence, he was too lazy to look at Bai Yutang's expression.

If he was defeated by Chu Liuxiang, he would accept it, but if he was defeated by Zhao Jueming, his heart was full of unwillingness.

There was another sound of footsteps.

Wuhua heard Bai Yutang call softly, "Master Tianhu."

So he looked up.

The old monk looked at the embarrassed Wuhua with a sad expression, but Wuhua did not show any weakness, and looked back coldly.

"Wuhua... why are you doing this?"

Master Tianhu sighed.

Wuhua's response to this was to crush the medicine in his mouth. Zhao Huan was looking at Master Tianhu again, but he caught a glimpse of Wuhua's face twitching slightly from the corner of his eye. He reacted, holding Wuhua's cheeks with one hand, and pulling out the Qiushuang sword with the other. , forcing him to spit out the poison.

Bai Yutang's complexion changed, and he also rushed forward, slapping Wuhua on the back.

Wuhua wanted to feign death, but although the two of them acted as if they were saving him, their cheeks were pinched by Zhao Jueming, their backs were so painful that they lost consciousness, and they were forced to spit out the poison in their mouths. Thanks to Zhao Jueming.

Now that Wu Hua had no strength left to resist, he closed his eyes and let Zhao Huan pull out the hemp rope to tie his hands.

Bai Yutang glanced inadvertently, then looked back, and asked, "Why do you have hemp rope?"

Zhao Huan replied solemnly: "Be prepared at any time, just in case."

Bai Yutang remembered that the other party always used hemp rope to tie up people when they met villains, and fell silent for a while.He never cared about it before, but now it seems that Zhao Jueming always has a rope ready.

They brought Wuhua into the house, Master Tianhu sighed, and boiled hot water.

Bai Yutang and Zhao Huan left the room, the former said to Zhao Huan, "Give me Wuhua, the case I'm investigating is related to him."

Zhao Huan tilted his head slightly, and didn't speak immediately. Bai Yutang was inexplicably uncomfortable, and asked back with his eyes.

Zhao Huan: "What case are you investigating?"

Bai Yutang paused, and said, "Knowing about this will not do you any good."

He was thinking about how to solve this problem. Obviously, Wang Lianhua did not tell Zhao Jueming that he and Leng Xue were investigating Zui Meng Fu Sheng, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better. Even Zhao Jueming couldn't... disclose.

Zhao Huan thoughtfully did not ask any more questions.

When Chu Liuxiang arrived at the Shaolin Temple in Putian, he didn't go through the main entrance, he knew that no matter what he couldn't be slow, but when he entered the Shaolin Temple, no one stopped him, but a handsome young man in white clothes came forward and said to him: "You are late. "

Chu Liuxiang was slightly taken aback, but the young man in white turned around and walked away, apparently leading the way for him.

On the way, Chu Liuxiang asked him, "Why did you say I was late?"

Bai Yutang glanced at him and said, "Wu Hua has been caught, you are indeed late."

Chu Liuxiang paused, and asked, "May I ask your honorable name?"

"Bai Yutang."

Chu Liuxiang suddenly realized that Chinchilla Bai Yutang had a good relationship with Zhan Zhao of Kaifeng Mansion, and from time to time he could be heard helping Kaifeng Mansion or Liufanmen solve the case-it was not surprising to see Bai Yutang here.

He followed Bai Yutang to Tianhu Grandmaster's courtyard, where he sat at the table with closed eyes, an empty bowl of tea in front of him, his ivory-white monk robes were still spotless, but the bandages were faintly visible, and there was blood in the air.

Chu Liuxiang saw a piece of rope protruding from his sleeve, and sighed silently.

Up to now, there is no need to ask Master Tianhu. It is clear that Wuhua is the eldest son of Tianfeng Shishilang. All people are without flowers.

"Wuhua... why are you doing this?"

Chu Liuxiang sighed.

Zhao Huan glanced at him.

Wuhua closed her eyes, seemingly deaf to what was going on outside the window, but clenched her fists after hearing this sentence.

It was true that Chu Liuxiang came too late, and the matter fell into dust, so he could only go to Wuhua's room at night and ask him why.

Bai Yutang intends to escort Wuhua back to Beijing at dawn tomorrow, and has written a letter to Six Gates, to rest in the wing of Shaolin Temple with Zhao Huan tonight.

The wing where Zhao Huan lived was separated from the room where Wuhua was detained. He heard Chu Liuxiang push the door in, sat quietly for a while, jumped to the roof through the window, and moved three rooms aside.

He is not interested in why Wuhua did these things, and he has no interest in eavesdropping. Apart from admiring the moon, he also has reasons to avoid.

Bai Yutang also quietly climbed up to the roof and sat down beside Zhao Huan.

"How are you feeling?"

Bai Yutang asked.

He thought that Zhao Jueming admired Wuhua so much, and now that he knew her true face, he would probably feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Huan said, "It's nothing, I'm not sad."

The moonlight was bright, with little stars hanging high, Bai Yutang looked sideways at him when he heard the words, and saw the young man in crimson clothes calm as water, without any waves.

Knowing the concern hidden in Bai Yutang's words, Zhao Huan tilted his head and smiled at him: "No one is perfect, and everyone has something unspeakable. Master Wuhua's secret is just a little unexpected."

He seems to have accepted quite calmly that Wuhua is not the flawless Seven Wonderful Monk as rumored, but compared with his previous enthusiasm for Wuhua, he is a little indifferent and indifferent.

Bai Yutang couldn't help asking: "...do you have something unspeakable?"

Zhao Huan lowered his eyes slightly, and when he raised his eyes to look at Bai Yutang, his eyes were burning and clear.

He stared at Bai Yutang, and said softly, "Yes."

Bai Yutang noticed that the young man was very serious, and that the other party obviously valued the friendship between the two of them so seriously. He smiled, and his brows were full of spirits, showing his trust in Zhao Huan.

In the early morning of the next day, Bai Yutang left Shaolin Temple with Wuhua, Zhao Huan and Chu Liuxiang followed him down the mountain road, but Master Tianhu just stood in front of the mountain gate, watching them gradually go away until the figure disappeared in the fog.

What Zhao Huan gave was Bai Yutang, but what Chu Liuxiang gave was Wuhua.

This time Zhao Huan actually said what Bai Yutang wanted to hear, and just as Bai Yutang was about to wave his whip, he heard the young man in crimson clothes say loudly: "Bai Yutang—the road is far away, see you by fate."

Bai Yutang glanced at him angrily, but couldn't help but smile: "Zhao Jueming, see you by fate."

Chu Liuxiang smiled slightly, touched by the young man's friendship, but when he saw the carriage, he sighed silently in his heart.

In the old days, he could say this to Wuhua, but things are different, Chu Liuxiang can't say it anymore.