[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The sky gradually dimmed, and the people around the waterwheel also dispersed.

Wu Qun sat on the roof and looked at the moon quietly.

Her raised eyebrows and eyes are extremely beautiful, like a swaying crabapple holding a gentle moonlight on a deep and foggy night in spring.

None of them spoke, and there was no need to speak on a night like this.

Swordsmen, beauties, and white-clothed monks who are tied to a waterwheel and are in a state of distress are all thinking about each other in this small town under a thin drizzle.

Ye Ying leaned against the window, closed her eyes and held her sword to listen to the rain.

Another day is the Famous Sword Conference, after tonight, whether it is the horseshoe of Tiance Mansion or the turbulent tide hidden in the rivers and lakes, we will all know it at first sight.

The blue and white bird skirt should never have reappeared in the world.

The white-haired and gentle young man paused with his hand on the scabbard, but then remembered what she said last night: "Ye Ying, you actually don't understand anything."

Her tone was lonely, like the silence he held a sword and said nothing when he was young, with the stubbornness of a teenager.

The first time Ye Ying saw her was not in the ruined temple.

Spring comes very early in Hangzhou, and the new willows are green before the residual cold.

In the bamboo forest by the West Lake, the white-haired boy waved his sword over and over again.

He was born handsome and elegant, and looked like a person with intelligent features, but his swordsmanship was far from that of everyone in the villa.

The swordsmanship of Tibetan Sword Villa is famous all over the world, and Ye Ying, the eldest son of the family, has been placed with high hopes since she was born.

The middle-aged man standing outside the bamboo forest with his hands behind his back sighed slightly as he watched the young man wielding a sword in the forest.

Four seasons swordsmanship is Ye's entry-level swordsmanship, he has learned it for a long time but it is still so jerky.

"Perhaps he was not born to hold a sword."

Ye Mengqiu's eyes were disappointed, and he didn't take a last look at Lin Zhong.

The black boots stepped on the fallen leaves, barely audible in the cold wind.

Ye Ying's sword-wielding hand paused, and then continued to stab the tenth sword.

The young man pursed his thin lips tightly, his gentle eyebrows looked a little lonely, Wu Qun sat on the tree for three days and never saw him speak.

All he could see was the sword in his hand.

That jerky swordsmanship didn't even disturb the blue sparrows on the tree, Wu Qun unwrapped the sugar paste in her hand and threw it into her mouth.

The pear paste made by the girls in Yiyinglou by the lake is sweet and greasy, and the originally cold bamboo forest seems to have some fragrance.

The young man with white hair and forehead finally raised his head, with a pair of quiet eyes, like the clear sky outside the forest, Wu Qun saw the sword in his hand that had not been used in his eyes.

This sword has surpassed any sharp cold blade in the world.

She looked at the young man standing quietly in the forest, and suddenly laughed:

"You have beautiful eyes."

The black-haired and snow-skinned beauty had shallow pear dimples on her lips, as if the snow and ice had never melted in the south of the Yangtze River.

Ye Ying's hand holding the sword paused.

After that, she waited for him on the tree for a month, and the girl was quiet on weekdays, but would hand him a piece of pear cream candy when he stopped, like a reward.

Ye Ying once saw faint calluses on her outstretched fingers, which are only found in people who hold swords all the year round, and she is also a swordsman.

The white-haired boy was silent.He is naturally quiet and doesn't like to talk much, although the two have been together for a month, they have only spoken very little.

The old willows at the foot of the mountain were covered with a layer of dew.

Wu Qun sat on the tree and counted the copper plates in her hands, her white jade-like ankles were exposed and swayed gently, causing the silver bells to ring with the wind.

That's a nice sound.

Ye Ying listened quietly with her eyes closed and her sword in hand, as if she had realized something in her heart.

That young man was punished to kneel every day because he couldn't use a complete set of sword skills, but he was so lonely, his eyes and eyebrows were always safe.

Wu Qun raised her hands and looked at him: "I'm going down the mountain."

"Is there anything you want?"

Seeing him turn around, the beauty with black hair and snow skin paused.

Her voice is gentle, and her curved eyes are like the bright moonlight in the lake, lingering and moving.

Ye Ying seemed a little surprised, she looked up at the man in white on the tree, her hair had parted from the temples, and the blue silk like crow's feathers hung softly on her shoulders.

The white-haired boy moved his fingers, but finally shook his head slightly.

He started practicing sword again.

The sky in the forest was gloomy, and it did not know when it had started to rain.Continuous rain fell on the white hair of the young man, silent for no reason.

When Wu Qun left, she looked back at Ye Ying, his eyes reflected the white snow, as if there was a distant mountain.

Ye Ying seldom leaves Hidden Sword Villa.

He has always been dull, and he dare not slack off for a day before his swordsmanship is perfect.

The rain was getting heavier and it was almost late at night, but the girl in white who had left hadn't come back yet.

The sword-wielding boy slowly frowned, and the wonderful flower on his forehead was cold in the shadow of bamboo.

Day one, day two, day three.

The boy was still swinging his sword in the bamboo forest.

Two months later, the black-haired beauty returned.

Wu Qun sat on the tree and shook her ankles slightly, the silver bell made the birds on the branches startled.

She was still holding a candied haws in her hand, with a smile in her eyes.

Ye Ying put away the sword, and saw the girl hand over the candied haws in her hand.

There was a clear light on her body, and the cloud light reflected in her brows: "It's for you."

The girl in a white cloak had dimples on her lips, like a light mist after the rain.

Ye Ying was slightly taken aback.

That year when the Famous Sword Conference was held, the white-haired boy defeated the Mingjiao Dharma King with his own strength, and became famous all over the world since then.

No one knew that the young man who couldn't use a consistent swordsmanship had such strength - except Wu Qun.

"I'm leaving."

She sat on the tree and looked at the distant moonlight, with a gentle voice.

There is no woman in this world who doesn't like beautiful skirts, especially Wu skirts.It may be that there are very few skirts that she likes, but the bird skirt is an exception.

It was the only dress she wanted voluntarily.

Wu Qun waited for a long time by the West Lake, until the man finally came to beg her.

Empress Wei died, Li Longji forced the palace, and now Li Bao'er has no weight, so she chose to make an exchange with her.

The face of the beauty against the dark night is like mist and illusion.

Ye Ying paused with her fingertips, and said at dawn: "Can I see your sword?"

The white-haired boy was still as quiet and abrupt as before, but the brows were even quieter.

The dark clouds faded, and a ray of sky rose from outside the mountain.

The cold air and Feng Ren crossed each other, Ye Ying slowly withdrew her sword.

The white-clothed and bare-footed girl had already left, and only the boy remained in the silent forest. They never asked each other's name—until they met now.

got windy.

The raindrops slanted on the cloud temples, and the emerald skirts curled up under the white cloak, like water lilies rippling in the blue lake, which was amazingly beautiful.

"Walking light."

She called his name softly.

The girl with her head down let the raindrops fall down her brows and eyes, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly opened her eyes to look at the monk who was quietly tied to the waterwheel.

"Buddhas in this world cannot save people."

She called him to cross the lamp, not the master.

The young monk closed his eyes slightly.

He was drenched all over, and even on the ground in such a distressed situation, he was dignified.

"If all sentient beings, because of the accumulated evil karma, feel all the extremely heavy bitter fruits, I will bear them on my behalf, so that all living beings will be liberated and finally achieve the supreme Bodhi."

The young man in white muttered every word in his heart, only the moonlight shone on his brows.

Wu Qun smiled lightly, she knew that he was born to belong to the devil.

The day is getting brighter.

The butcher carried his burden and walked to the market, but suddenly paused when he passed the alley.

There is only one family in this alley, the daughter of a dead widow in the town, who was born stupid.

The man rubbed his eyes and slowly stepped forward.

Zhang Laosan hid under the bamboo basket and moved lightly. When he heard footsteps, he suddenly lifted the basket and jumped out.

The butcher realized that something was wrong, and quickly turned his head to look, and saw the blood on the steps slowly oozing out.

"The widow's girl hanged herself."

The story quickly spread throughout the town.

It turned out that Zhang Laosan was drunk and went into the innocent girl's room that night, and forced her to death after wanting to do something wrong.

The monk in white had red eyes and was slightly dazed.

If he hadn't saved him that day and suffered for him...

Ye Ying's hand holding the sword paused, and only then did she understand what she wanted to do.

Forcing him to break the precepts and ruin his morality, what is the next step?

"Du Deng, this is the world."

The beauty with black hair and snow skin sighed slightly.

The rain was pattering down, hitting the young monk's eyebrows and eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the newlyweds in the town left in a sedan chair.

Du Deng slowly opened his eyes, as if a Buddha sculpture had stained the mortal world.

The rope tied around his wrist was broken, and the monk with blood on his clothes walked forward slowly.

Ye Ying frowned slightly, and then heard the sound of horseshoes in the distance.

"Tiance Army."

The white-haired swordsman turned around, and saw the white-clothed, bare-footed girl tilt her head and smiled softly:

"Ye Ying, you should go."

She is still like the girl who loved to eat pear cream candy back then, with a slightly moving pear dimple on her lips.

It's just that the blade was already pointing at him.

"You want to use the enchanted crossing lamp to deal with Li Chengen."

The white-haired swordsman's voice was faint, but to the point.

At the mouth of the town:

The frenzied man with cold brows suddenly reined in the reins.

"Commander."

Agu quietly appeared in front of the horse.

"It's here?"

Li Chengen asked.

The boy in front of the horse nodded and then slowly disappeared.