[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

"It's dry, be careful with candles."

The watchman knocked on the gong, and walked in the alley at a leisurely pace. At this time, the ordinary people had already fallen asleep, and most of the nocturnal people were from the rivers and lakes.

It's nearly Yin time, and a round of moon hangs quietly in the sky.

At a corner deep in the alley, a girl in white brocade clothes sighed slightly, and the stones blocking the road in front of her were gently kicked away by delicate embroidered shoes.

"Why is the girl sad?"

In the night, a warm and peaceful voice asked.

Wu Qun turned her head and looked around, and finally saw a monk sitting cross-legged on the roof. The monk was also wearing white clothes, but the white clothes were the monk's clothes in the temple.

"Master's is so beautiful."

Wu Qun suddenly said.

Her voice was clear and soft, and she looked even more charming when she deliberately suppressed it in order not to disturb the beater.

Wuhua was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't expect her to say that.

She lowered her eyebrows slightly: "Young lady didn't tell the poor monk why she sighed just now."

Wu Qun blinked and said softly, "I lost a very important thing."

She sighed again as she spoke, seeming a little annoyed.

Wuhua said warmly: "Since that's the case, the girl might as well tell the poor monk, maybe the poor monk can do it for me."

"You're such a nice guy."

The girl under the eaves laughed.

She is extremely beautiful, and when she smiles, she is like a rosy cloud piercing the moon, full of bright light.Wuhua has seen many beauties in her life, and his mother is famous for her beauty, but compared with the woman in front of her, she is a little less energetic.

The extremely precious Yunyan thin brocade dress slowly slid across the ground, and the brocade satin wrapped the slim figure, which was quiet and graceful, and it was indescribably wonderful.

This is a beauty that is hard to find in the world.

Wu Qun chuckled softly, and those pair of water-cut autumn eyes looked at Wu Hua softly, as if she had a thousand words to say.

No man can bear such a look, and the monk is also a man, but this monk is also called Wuhua.

If a person learns one thing, it doesn't matter, but if he is proficient and even better, it is worthy of admiration, and if he has dabbled in all seven things and has reached the peak, he is probably a near-monster.

Such a man is also a world-renowned celebrity and wonderful monk.

"Amitabha."

Wuhua recited the Buddha's name.

"Girl, you can talk as much as you want."

Seeming to be a little tired from standing, Wu Qun lifted the corner of her skirt and squatted slightly against the wall.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Master, I have lost my guide."

"Stuck here and dare not go out."

Wuhua opened her eyes and looked at her, and asked softly, "Does the girl have any specific clues?"

The girl shook her head with a bitter face like a cat: "I don't remember."

"Master, is there any other way?"

Wu Hua sighed: "Maybe you can go to the government to ask."

Wu Qun didn't hear the answer she wanted, and was slightly disappointed:

"Master, this method is not good at all."

The young monk saw the girl in brocade clothes curled up in the corner like a group of cats, and his heart softened inexplicably.

"If you don't mind, girl, you can follow the poor monk for now."

He paused and said: "The poor monk is going to give a lecture at the son-in-law's mansion in a few days, maybe he can help you then."

The beautiful woman in brocade clothes bent the corners of her lips: "Thank you, Master."

Her voice is so soft that it makes one's heart tingle.

Wuhua narrowed her eyes slightly.

He is a very young monk, but also a very handsome monk.

Chu Liuxiang once said that if he was allowed to return to the vulgar, who in the world would remember Bandit Commander?

Such a man happened to be a monk.

A gentle, gentle and compassionate Shaolin eminent monk.

This is really very gratifying.

The beautiful woman in brocade clothes slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and her eyes sparkled.

She had no way to guide her, but Gein came here in the middle of the night because of a post.

It is little known that there is a nine girl in Twelve Red Mansions who likes to wear beautiful skirts the most. Whoever gives her a skirt that suits her wishes, she will do a job for him.

This legend has been forgotten for many years.

But just an hour ago, Wu Qun suddenly received a skirt.

Yunyan fine brocade clothes.

Although this skirt is rare, it is not enough to please the only nine girls in the red building, but if the fine brocade is mixed with tears of shark gauze, it is not necessarily so.

'The cloud gauze is smoky and cold, and the moonlight is shining brightly. '

Wu Qun slightly bent her lips at the thought of this, that person really had a heart.

But he doesn't know:

Anyone who has seen her will become her servant~

Whether it's someone else or -- the employer.

Wuhua will cross the river to preach in Anyang Mansion tomorrow.Crossing the river late at night with his martial arts is also normal, and it is no problem, but the girl in his arms needs to rest.

Most hotels are closed at this time.

Wuhua narrowed her eyes slightly.

Finally thought of a place.

In the bamboo forest:

It was late at night, and a monk in white came in quietly with a beautiful woman.

This inn in the rivers and lakes that has not closed late at night is not ordinary.

Changchun Building is even more so.

Just because it can not only give people a rest, but also buy and sell news.

The gate in this building is always open, as long as you have enough money, you can come anytime.

Xiao Er had met many martial arts masters during the day, and was just curious in his heart, why so many people gathered together today.

Li Yudao of Yongcui Mountain Villa, and this famous Shaolin disciple.

The monks and Buddhas in the small temple are big.

But I don't know if I came here for one thing.

"Does the guest officer eat noodles or buy tea?"

Xiaoer asked.

Naturally, the news cannot be leaked at will. There is a circle of noodle eaters who eat noodles, and there are circles of tea buyers who buy tea.

Quietly in the building.

The young monk paused while turning the prayer beads, and said calmly: "The poor monk only eats noodles and does not buy tea."

These words seemed to be playing dumb, and the girl behind her blinked curiously.

Seeing that Xiao Er had already taken the silver, he said with a smile, "Please come inside, guest officer."

Wu Hua nodded, and said gently, "Please trouble the benefactor."

Wu Qun stood behind him all the time, and the little girl had already left, so she poked her head out slightly.

"He seems to know you."

She blinked curiously.

Wu Hua's hand holding the prayer beads paused for a moment: "Perhaps I saw it when I was preaching before."

His tone was mild and gentle.

Wu Qun suddenly smiled, "You must be a very famous person."

The young monk sighed: "I'm just an ordinary monk."

"How could Miao Seng Wu Hua be just an ordinary person?"

Wu Qun opened her mouth, but heard a voice suddenly coming from outside.

The voice moved from far to near, and it reached the inn in an instant.

"Young helper."

Wuhua clasped her hands together.

"Master Wuhua."

The visitor also returned a Buddhist gift.

Wu Qun hid behind Wuhua after hearing the voice, and was secretly looking at the person who came.

She seemed very shy, and the young monk quietly protected the girl behind him.

The person who came was a young man in purple clothes. He did not look wealthy, but he had unrestrained and unrestrained chivalrous spirit, heroic features in his eyebrows and eyes, he must be a young talent.

"The night is dark, why is the master here?"

The young man in purple asked.

Wu Hua shook her head: "I have traveled here, and here I am."

This is the Buddha's words, and the young man in purple clothes also has a rough understanding of Buddhist principles. After thinking about it, he clapped his hands and laughed: "It should be so."

Wuhua raised her eyebrows and remained silent.

Wu Qun looked curiously, and the hem of the cloud gauze floated slightly under the white monk robe.

The young man in purple squinted his eyes: "Who is this girl?"

Wuhua's hands that were twisting the prayer beads paused.

Wu Qun lightly grabbed the monk's belt, and said in a manly voice, "My name is Wu Qun, Luo Qun's."

"who are you?"

Seeing half of her face exposed, Nangong Ling was stunned, and only recovered after Wuhua coughed lightly.

The tips of the ears were already red.

Wu Hua glanced at Nangong Ling: "This is the young gang leader of the Beggar Gang, the adopted son of the old gang leader Ren."

Wu Qun sighed lightly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Nangong Ling opened her mouth: "If the girl wants to hear it, I am willing to talk for three days and three nights."

He spoke with urgency, as if he were a brat trying to please a girl he loves.

"Amitabha."

Wuhua lowered her eyebrows.

Only then did Nangong Ling realize what she had said.

"I won't tell you any more."

Wu Qun glanced at him, turned around and ran upstairs quickly.

The haze of clouds flutters in the corridors, and suddenly there is only a lingering sound.

Nangong Ling sighed regretfully: "I'm telling the truth."

"If a beauty like her is willing to listen, it's fine for me to talk non-stop for three days."

"You really think so?"

Wuhua asked.

Nangong Ling nodded: "That's true."

"Then you are really superficial."

Wuhua also sighed suddenly.

Nangong Lingqi said: "Master, don't you think so?"

The expression on Wuhua's face suddenly became strange: "I'm a monk."

Nangong Ling was dumbfounded.

By the time I spoke, the room had already been tidied up.

Xiaoer carried the dirt to the backyard.

There are pots of bright peonies on the table.

Wu Qun sniffed lightly on her stomach, then wrinkled her nose and sighed.

"In the deserted village, the girl might as well make do with it first."

A gentle voice came from the door.

"Master, are you finished reminiscing about the past?"

Wu Qun asked softly.

Wu Hua shook her head: "We met by chance, so why talk about old times."

Wu Qun let out a "puchi" laugh, her brows and eyes curved: "I don't like that disciple, Master, don't lie to me."

Wuhua's fingertips moved slightly, and finally said softly: "I won't lie to you."

Wu Qun nodded: "I believe in you."

Her eyes seemed to be covered with nebula, shining long and brightly in the night.

Flowerless sighed.

In his heart, he seemed to have foreseen the bloody storm that would be caused by beauties in the rivers and lakes.