[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The night was getting darker, and the lights in the workshop had also stopped.

Wu Qun quietly lay on the man's back.She was already in poor health, and she was already tired after playing around like this for a day.At this moment, the slender eyelashes were closed obediently, casting a soft shadow on the snow-white face.

Kalubi walked forward slowly with her on his back.Those who hadn't returned after drinking could not help but take a second look, because the couple was so outstanding.

Under the flickering lights, the black clothes and the snow gauze are a little bit tender for no reason.

Across the alley is the inn, which is quieter at night like this.The newly replaced lantern was not lit, but it was amazingly bright.

The blood dripped slowly along the high hanging red candles, and a striking flower appeared on the bluestone steps.

The alien with his head down slowly raised his head, his pale and steep jaw was like a sharp blade under the black robe.In an instant, the man with a cold face seemed to have returned to the darkness, and even the handle of the knife on his waist screamed.

The closed door was blown open by the cold wind, revealing the scene inside.

Blood slowly flowed down the neck of the fat boss who was sleeping on the counter, dripping on the abacus, which was shocking to watch.

"Mingjiao Night Emperor?"

A depressing voice came from the inn.

The sound was like the scream of a jackdaw, especially strange in front of this bleeding door.

It was a man dressed in black, his eyebrows and eyes were as dark as ink, surly and cruel.When people in the rivers and lakes saw him, they couldn't help but think of black crows eating corpses from dead trees.

Kalubi's complexion did not change, but the sadness, fire, fire and bloodthirsty on his waist became more intense.

Tao Hanting glanced at the beauty who was carefully guarded by the man, and suddenly sneered, "You seem to be thanking me."

As he spoke, he gently raised the face of the fat boss in front of the counter with bloody hands, and tore off a piece of human/skin from above.That person/skin is so lifelike that ordinary people can't find it at all.

Tao Hanting pointed out the real face of the boss to him: "You may not know him."

"But he knows you."

The man with cruel eyes said lightly: "His name is Lu He, and he is a disciple of Nine Heavens Zhu Tianjun."

"If you had come back a moment earlier, perhaps I would not have killed him."

He was talking to himself, with blood dripping slowly on his face, it wasn't his blood, but it was exciting blood, just like the extinguished red lantern outside the door.

Kalubi gently put the girl on his back on a chair beside her.

Since entering this inn, her breathing became weaker, as if she was about to stop at any time.

Tao Hanting shook his head slightly: "She is dying."

He didn't lie to him, Kalubi felt that her heart and lungs were weak and powerless when she was at the Lantern Festival.The difficult-to-manage illness could kill her at any moment -- perhaps tonight.

Gray hair slipped out from the black cloak, and the pale foreigner looked at him lightly: "Get lost."

His pronunciation was a little rusty, but the killing intent in it was not fake.

Tao Hanting believed that if there was a moment longer, the dark blade that killed countless people would be aimed at him.

But he just raised his hands and sighed: "I'm here to help you."

He looked at the black-haired and snow-skinned beauty with gentle eyes: "I like the most in my life to have a lover who finally gets married."

The crow's eyes glanced sadly across the man's pale complexion.

Tao Hanting's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned sideways to block the looming blade light.To be one of the top ten villains in the Valley of the Evil, Tao Hanting's martial arts is naturally not bad.

But the cold blade was faster.

The man in black wiped the blood on his face: "If you want her to die faster, I'm not afraid."

He looked at the scimitar on his neck calmly.

Maybe if he took a step slower, the knife would have pierced into the blood vessel.

Kalubi narrowed his eyes slightly: "You can say the last word."

The foreigner's voice was as cold as the blood blade shining with cold light.

Tao Hanting sneered: "The Gu technique of Miaojiang Five Poison Sect can save her."

He only said one sentence and then quietly looked at the man holding the knife opposite to see how he would choose.

"what do you want?"

Kalubi slowly retracted the knife.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, so he certainly couldn't be really kind when he told him the news.

Feeling the coolness from the blade tip dissipate, Tao Hanting took out a sword post from his bosom.

I don't know how many people are fighting for this sword post, but the man in black just smiled and looked at it: "The Famous Sword Conference will be held by the West Lake in the near future. I don't like festive things, so I have to trouble the King to go there in person."

Since Tao Hanting entered the Valley of the Evil, he has committed countless murders, all of which were committed during celebrations. How could he miss such a grand event like the Famous Sword Conference.

This sword invitation was snatched by Tao Hanting from the Tibetan sword disciples, and Kalubi knew that as long as he accepted this sword invitation, he would become an enemy of the hidden sword villa and the sect that should have received the sword invitation.

The pale complexion became colder under the candlelight, and the foreigner sneered: "You'd better not lie to me."

He has already accepted this sword post.

As long as he goes out from the door of this inn today, the pursuit will not stop.

Tao Hanting had already left, and he put a bottle of medicine on the table when he left:

"This medicine can prolong her life for one month. After one month, the King of Dharma will be famous all over the world, so he can bring this girl to the Valley of the Wicked to find me."

The black cold light disappeared outside the door, and Kalubi narrowed his eyes slightly.

Every year, the hidden sword villa sends out limited number of sword invitations, and only a very small number of famous people in the rivers and lakes will be invited.Shaolin has also received this sword invitation three times, but no one from other places has participated.

But this time the sword post was robbed before it reached the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

Holding the wooden box in his hand, the Tibetan sword disciple fell into a pool of blood, and it was too late before he pulled out the sword at his waist—he was killed by a single blow.

"Amitabha."

Xuanzheng looked at the empty wooden box and sighed slightly.

"Abbot, this is really deceiving!"

The Chengshi staff fell to the ground beside it, and there was color on its face.

Xuanzheng said calmly after the Zen scriptures were finished: "The person here has long been aware of the sword meeting, and it seems that he has been waiting at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain for a long time."

This Tibetan sword disciple was robbed and killed two days ago, but it was not washed down the mountain until today when it rained and the river flooded.If it weren't for the disciples in the mountain to patrol, it would be difficult for them to find out.

Chengshi's face was ugly: "The sword posts are recorded, who is so bold to kill and rob the posts at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain?"

Although Shaolin never participated in the Famous Sword Conference in the past, but this time the disciple who sent the post died in front of the mountain gate, but he can't just sit idly by, at least he should give the Tibetan Sword Villa an explanation.

"It seems that we need to go down the mountain to investigate this time."

Xuanzheng paused for a moment with the rosary in his hand, closed his eyes and sighed.

This matter is no small matter, and the martial arts of the person who robbed the post must not be inferior to the disciples of Cheng Zi's generation.After careful consideration, he already had a suitable candidate in his mind.

In Tallinn:

A young monk in white sat quietly beside the relics and chanted sutras. He had a tall face, but when he looked at it from a distance, he felt chills for some reason.

Xu Yan used to feel that this uncle, who has been retreating in Talinn all year round, is like a statue of Buddha, but now he feels that the wind and spirit are cold and unstoppable.

Everyone in Shaolin Temple has seniority, but he is the only exception.

To cross the lamp, cross your own body first, and then spread the Buddha lamp.

Who doesn't know that this name is inherited from the white-clothed monks' Duhui back then.

Thinking of this, the little monk held his breath slightly, and said softly: "Recently, the sword post of the Famous Sword Competition was robbed outside the Shaolin Temple. The abbot wants to invite Master Uncle down the mountain."

His tone was respectful, and when he saw the white Zen robe, he lowered his head again.

In the hall, the incense ash slowly fell on the Buddhist stove.

Du Deng paused for a while while turning the rosary beads, and said after a long time:

"understood."

His voice was faint, as if separated by distant mountains and thick fog.

The little monk heaved a sigh of relief and stepped back slowly.

Du Deng is the least like a monk in Shaolin, he is born without emotion.Such a person is naturally unable to save all sentient beings, no matter how much Buddhism is learned, it is useless.

The abbot had taught him enlightenment in Tallinn for ten years, but he was still puzzled.

Xu Yan sighed, but in his heart he felt that although Master Du Deng was not like a monk, he was like a Buddha - a Buddha who had no desires or desires.