[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

In the Lakeside Inn:

The fingertips of the man sleeping by the door moved slightly.The wind and rain did not stop outside the window, even in the daytime, the corridors of the inn still seemed flickering.

The door that was originally closed was quietly opened, and the candlelight revealed a gleam of light through the gap.

Kalubi slowly opened his eyes.

This inn is really too quiet, so quiet that there is no trace of popularity.

The pale-faced foreigner paused for a moment with his hand holding the cloak, but when he saw the button, there was a slightly darker bloodstain.

This was the first time for her to mend clothes for others, and the needle and thread on the cloak were crooked, and she must have pricked her fingers.

Kalubi looked at the blood stains beside the buttons, and the dark gray hair reflected the stern face inexplicably complicated.

The smiling girl is gone.

'You and I met by chance, and we will cherish each other from now on. '

The hand holding the scimitar was tightened, and the blue meridians were slightly depressed.

She didn't want to hurt him, he knew it.

The young man with his head down thought of the pair of gentle eyes when he first saw her even though they were hidden in the dark carriage, like the moon hanging high in the Godoran desert, as bright as fog.

That was the first time he saw the moonlight.

It's like sitting on the roof and wiping the blade after countless murders, and you can still see a glimmer of light.

He didn't want anything in return for saving her, even if he was in deep danger.

The candlelight in the corridor flickered faintly on the man's icy face, giving off a chill.

The sky gradually dimmed.

In the ruined temple, Wu Qun closed her eyes slightly and curled up tightly on the dry straw mat.The girl in the white cloak was so delicate and pitiful that she frowned slightly even when she was asleep.

There was thunder outside, Ye Ying was leaning on the threshold with her sword in her hands, frowning slightly when she heard the girl's weak weeping sound.

There were only two people left in the temple, the white-haired young man paused with his fingertips, and finally turned around and walked towards the cold and shivering beauty.

Wu Qun these days has been relying on the medicine given by Tao Hanting to continue her life, and now that the medicine is gone, it is natural that she is very uncomfortable.Her lips were pale, and her slender eyelashes cast a shadow on her snow-white face like a small fan.

It is an extremely moving beauty, like a crabapple with weak branches, covered with snow and beauty.

Ye Ying reached out and touched her forehead lightly, but it was as if she had touched ice and snow.The cold syndrome hidden by the madness can no longer be suppressed.

The black-haired and snow-skinned beauty shivered slightly, she was uncomfortably cold, and there seemed to be a layer of frost between her brows.

The young man with his eyes closed hesitated for a moment, and slowly pushed over with the implied internal force in his palm.

Wu Qun's slightly frowning eyebrows finally relaxed.

"Kalupee."

She called out suddenly, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Cold tears fell on the man's sword-holding hand, revealing a trace of charm for no reason.

The name of this foreigner, Ye Ying, has naturally been heard-Mingjiao Yedi, who is also the one who holds the Shaolin sword post.

The reason why he came out of Zangjian Villa this time was because he received a letter, a letter written by Li Wangsheng, head teacher of Chunyang.

Now that the news of this first beauty is everywhere in the world, even Xuanzong is moved.Whether it's out of guilt towards his senior brother or because of the stormy situation ahead, Li Wangsheng couldn't let the people from Tiance Mansion take away the girl in the aviary skirt.

Ye Ying went down the mountain this time for this purpose, but I don't know where the news leaked out. This group of men in black followed closely, and only then did the battle to destroy the temple take place.

It rained more and more all night.

Water leaked from the roof of the temple, tick-tock-tock, and it fell on the broken palm of the Buddha statue as if weeping.

At some point, Wu Qun woke up.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, but she never opened her eyes.

The beauty in the snow-clothed light veil bit her lips tightly, and waited until the paleness was stained with blood before slowly saying: "Why are you still here?"

Her tone was light, with some soft hostility in her softness.

Ye Ying slowly withdrew her hand.

He is not someone who pursues the bottom line, but when the Dongying warriors who fell on the ground made a sneak attack, the Buddhist bead in Du Deng's hand was intended to knock down a thin needle, but was knocked in the wrong direction by an invisible sword energy, and finally straightened. Slit the man's throat.

And the person who emitted that sword energy was the pale woman in front of him.

She made him break the precept on purpose.

Ye Ying knew it, and Du Deng naturally knew it too.

Since the establishment of the Shaolin Temple, there are not no people who break the precepts. Those monks who break the precepts will fall from the path of pure cultivation to the path of killing and robbery.

The redeemer must seal his own internal strength and suffer for the 81 people who have come and gone.If you still can't realize it after the last sorrow, it means that the connection with Buddha has been broken.

By noon, the rain was getting heavier, and the small town not far away was sparsely populated.

A few people gathered on the bluestone steps pointing.

It turned out that a young monk in white was tied to the waterwheel.

"Look at the monk."

The few children who squeezed in front said excitedly.

This small town has a small population, and once there is a lively event, it will be known to everyone.

The middle-aged man with a dark complexion sat in the wine room and ordered a jug of wine.

The thunder outside made the tent in the countryside extremely noisy, but he was very relaxed.

"Are you going to gamble again today?"

The proprietress weighed the broken silver in her hand and asked.

The eyes of the man sitting and drinking are swollen, and it looks like indulgence/desire/excessive.

This third child is a well-known gambler in the village who has already lost his fortune in the gambling workshop. His fingers were almost chopped off yesterday.There is money to drink now.

"Where does he have money, he stole it from this monk."

The one who spoke was the butcher who closed the stall.

Zhang Laosan did lose again, this time he didn't want his IOU, he just wanted his hands, but he was stopped by a monk in white at the moment he cut it with the knife.

"In this world, there really are monks who suffer for others."

Several people were discussing, but there was no figure standing quietly on the second floor of the tavern.

It was a very beautiful girl, with curly white clothes, drooping eyebrows and eyes like the spring dew on the branches of begonias, which made people want to keep her.

Wu Qun quietly looked at the young man on the waterwheel. Even in this embarrassing situation, the monk in white still looked calm.The slightly closed eyes are like Anran's Buddha statues, revealing a trace of ruthless compassion.

"I don't actually hate him."

she said softly.

The slightly sighing sound made the fingertips of the white-haired young man holding the sword pause slightly.

"what do you want?"

He finally said the first sentence.

The man's voice is clear and bright, even if the tone is light, there is a sense of the same dust.

"Some things just take for granted in the eyes of you people."

The beauty with her head down slowly raised her eyes, she seemed to be in a haze and moonlight, with a touch of bewitching and bewitching for no reason.When she said this, she smiled softly, her voice was sad like weeping: "Ye Ying, you don't understand anything."