[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River:

This season is the time when spring comes and the willows are swaying. The galloping horseshoes step over the spring grass, and the frightened falling flowers on the edge of the clump slowly grind into the dust with flying catkins. Even the forest path is a bit more spring breeze.

At noon, the tea shed was idle, Xiao Er wiped the sweat on his forehead with a sweat towel, his eyes paused when he saw the monk in white sitting in front of the table, this place is the only way to the Tibetan Sword Villa, so Over the years, I have seen so many knight-errants coming and going, Shaolin has never cared about world affairs, usually they are either absent or send lay disciples to congratulate, this is the first time seeing this orthodox true disciple.

Xiaoer is not a well-known person in Jianghu, but his eyes are not cloudy.The master in the white monk's robe has an outstanding temperament, although his face is indifferent, he has a dusty air.

Looking at the inverted image up close, it looks like a Buddha statue!

The young man scratched his head and finally thought of the violation.No matter how pious a person is, how can he be as emotionless as a Buddha sculpture?

Thinking in his heart, he couldn't help staring at the monk with slightly closed eyes.Until she was slapped on the head by the proprietress: "Why are you in a daze, hurry up and entertain the guests."

When Xiao Er came back to his senses, he saw another group of people came to the tea shed at some point, and they were sitting on the bench cursing.

Those people were still talking, but after seeing the solemn monk in white, their voices subconsciously quieted down.

Even they themselves were surprised, they were obviously just monks, but for some reason they made people subconsciously be careful.

The elder brother in the lead glanced back indistinctly, and the motionless monk was sitting behind them.The teacup in front of him was already cold, but the man closed his eyes as if he hadn't seen it.

"Big brother."

The voice of the young man holding the sword lowered a little, and the man in gray shook his head slightly: "It's nothing."

When he turned around, his face slowly relaxed, and he greeted his brothers and whispered again.

Apart from the Famous Sword Conference, there is another incident that has caused an uproar in Jianghu recently.

Qi Jin, one of the five sons of Chunyang, and Kang Xuezhu fought in the Valley of the Evil. Kang Xuezhu's right arm was crippled, and Qi Jin's life and death are unknown.

The enmity between these two people is said to have originated from the theft of the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley that day.

Xiao Er was carrying the kettle, and just as he put down the teacup in his hand, someone beside him asked curiously: "What did you say that you lost to make this Qi Jin look like a mad dog?"

In order to kill Kang Xuezhu, he guarded outside the Valley of the Evil for ten days. During this time, he did not sleep and did not even touch a drop of water.

The short young man rolled his eyes: "Could it be some peerless panacea?"

People in the Jianghu have different guesses, and more people say that Qi Jin entered Chunyang as a killer. Although he was persuaded by Lu Dongbin, the old illness in his heart is still there, and what Mr. Liu and Kang Xuezhu stole was the life-saving medicine. .

The leading elder brother sneered: "These famous and decent people are used to finding some high-sounding reasons."

When he said this, his voice was slightly weaker: "I heard that this time it happened because of a woman."

"woman?"

The young man with the sword looked puzzled, obviously a little unbelieving.But seeing that the expression of the person in front of him did not seem to be fake, he was a little undecided for a while.

The leading man glanced at the tea shed, saw a few scattered people and no one noticed it before continuing: "Perhaps this matter is no longer a secret among the senior sects, and I only found out about it by accident."

"It is said that the woman who was robbed by Mr. Liu was the fiancée of Xie Yunliu, the head of Chunyang Jingxu's lineage back then."

As soon as the words came out, a few people believed them.

Although Xie Yunliu's bullying of teachers and ancestors was intolerable in the Jianghu, but Chunyang Jingxu's lineage is still there after all, so naturally people of this status can't be allowed to be bullied by the Valley of the Wicked.

Looking at everyone's expressions, the leading young man knew that they were thinking wrongly: "Although this matter is secret, it is not difficult to tell."

His eyes were gloomy, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was somewhat disdainful: "It would be fine if Qi Jin did it for Chun Yang's face, but the reason why he is so angry is because he also fell in love with that woman who is said to be beautiful."

The atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty was open, but it was rare for the same family to take their wives.

Thinking of His Majesty and Empress, the young man with the sword swallowed what he was going to say.

A few people were talking, but they saw a man and a woman walking in slowly.

There were not many people in this tea shed originally, but there were also few tables and chairs in the country, so it seemed a bit crowded.

Xiao Er shook the sweat towel and was about to go there, but heard a soft voice asking: "Do you still have a place here?"

The girl's tone was soft, and in this weather, it was as if spring rain was blowing over her heart, making one involuntarily breathe a sigh of relief.

The big man on the table had just raised his head casually but suddenly froze.

The beauty in the white cloak stood quietly in the corner, her crooked eyes were like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, her loveliness was unspeakable.She smiled so gently that even the hardest-hearted person in the world would soften his heart when he saw her.

But the leading brother just looked at him and then lowered his head, his expression was so natural that people didn't notice something wrong for a while.

Xiao Er came back to his senses: "Guest officer, I'm really sorry, there's only one table left and it's not full yet."

His tone was cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing the fairy-like girl.

Kalubi followed his gaze and saw a young monk in white sitting at the only vacant table.

As if sensing the man's gaze, the closed-eyed monk paused for a moment with his hand holding the rosary: ​​"If you two don't dislike it, you can have a table with the poor monk."

His tone was light but kind.

Wu Qun smiled lightly: "Thank you, master."

Seeing the black-haired and snow-skinned beauty curl her lips, Xiao Er couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

The inn fell silent again, Kalubi went outside to feed the horse, Wu Qun quietly lay on the table and waited for him.She is in extremely poor health, and it has been a bit overwhelming since she went ashore this morning to now riding a horse.

Du Deng slowly opened his eyes.

The girl who was looking out of the window smiled softly, but when the foreigner turned around, the color on her back gradually lost color.

She frowned slightly, and the thin drops of water on her forehead slid down the end of her eyes, obviously in extreme pain.But when the people outside the door looked over, he forced a smile again.

The snow-white girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and suddenly there was a cup of hot tea in front of her.

The monk in white stopped turning his rosary beads.He didn't speak, but Wu Qun already understood what he meant, and she couldn't help but bend her eyes: "Master is caring about me?"

The girl smiled very beautifully, and the pear dimples on her lips were as light as candy wrapped in silk, which made my heart soft.

Du Deng glanced at her and nodded slightly.

This action must appear indifferent if done by others, but the white-clothed monk has a solemn face, like a Bodhi Jingzi who has passed through the golden body, which makes people feel that it should be like this.

Wu Qun looked at him quietly, and suddenly sighed: "The monks in this world are all different."

The girl in white's tone was light, and her words seemed to have no beginning and no end.

Du Deng's eyes paused for a moment before she heard her ask: "How old is Master?"

"It's standing close."

The monk with a serious face said calmly.

Wu Qun smiled lightly: "Then the master has enlightened?"

Her temples were lightly scattered, and her crow-feather hair was draped softly over her shoulders, which made her face white and not as glamorous as the world.The girl tilted her head and quietly looked at the white-clothed monk in front of her, as if she was just curious.

Du Deng shook his head slightly.

There are many monks with high martial arts skills in this world, but there are very few monks who have truly attained the Tao.He was born with pure six roots, which is fortunate and unfortunate.

"When you are young, your heart is firm, but later you will achieve nothing." '

Thinking of the comment that accompanied him for a long time, the young monk's brows were light.

But Wu Qun laughed out loud, "That's why many eminent monks have white beards."

The girl lying loosely on the table chuckled.

She spoke freely, and suddenly turned around from the window: "Master, do you believe in the theory of fate?"

The girl in the white cloak seemed to have a bright spring in her eyes, Du Deng looked slightly dazed, and nodded slowly: "Buddhas believe in cause and effect."

All kinds of causes bear fruit, and karma and fate will be nothing more than this.

Wu Qun looked at him and thought about it carefully: "It's also a cause and effect that you and I met, and A Qun also has something to ask for."

"It's definitely not something that hurts nature."

the girl added.

Du Deng's fingertips paused, and then she heard her say: "When I leave in the future, can the master recite the mantra for me?"

Her voice was still smiling, but her complexion was unreasonably pale

The monk in white closed his eyes slightly, and after a long time said calmly:

"it is good."

The tea shed became quiet again, and Wu Qun left after drinking tea.They are here to rest their feet, so naturally they will not stay for long.

The horse's hoof flew away, and the girl in white leaned quietly in the man's arms, like a burnt spring crabapple, causing unreasonable melancholy.

"I'm already in such pain, how can I ruin his reputation."

Du Deng looked at the water-stained handwriting on the table, his eyes moved.

He knew the identities of the two of them from the beginning, and so did Wu Qun, and the small print on the table was her choice.

The faint scent of snow lotus dissipated, and the stern-faced monk in white sighed slightly.