[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The sound of the wind was desolate, and the horses mingled.

This was originally just an ordinary town, but now it is about to storm.

The young monk was possessed by a thought, and the blood on the bluestone steps slowly flowed down the raindrops, and the person with blood on his hands was still dressed in white.

Li Chengen narrowed his eyes slightly: "Master Du Deng?"

He reined in the reins, and the horse's hooves splashed in the rain a little hastily.

The relationship between Shaolin and the royal family is not shallow, because the current abbot Xuanzheng is the former prince Li Xi, Li Chengen naturally also met this early Tang Dynasty style master Dudeng.

"Why is the master here?"

Immediately, the man with deep eyes asked again.

This small town is too quiet, even on rainy days it seems unusual.

The soldier holding the gun suddenly felt that his face was hot and humid, and when he reached out his hand to touch it, it turned out to be blood.

The clean and strict monk in white slowly raised his head, his fists were dripping with blood.

The sigh was very clear in this rain curtain, like a faintly blooming crabapple, fragranceless but extremely gorgeous.

Li Chengen was no stranger to this voice, the girl who was once sitting on a swing in snow clothes was slowly appearing in front of everyone, stepping on the green tiles on the eaves barefoot.

With black hair and snow skin, black eyebrows turning like mist in distant mountains, she stood there curlingly, Bi Luo's skirt under the white cloak fanned out like a bird's feathers.

It is a kind of beauty that shows magnificence in lightness, which makes people feel lost in their hearts.

The soldiers below have been captured by the clear sky light, only Li Chengen is still awake.

He looked indifferently at the beauty standing barefoot on the eaves: "Who the hell are you?"

The silk handkerchief wrapped around the man's hand has long been taken off, and the knuckles between his knuckles are full of scars left on the battlefield.

But no one answered this question.

Wu Qun tiptoed lightly, the silver bell sounded especially nice in the morning rain and fog.She looked at the young man who raised his eyebrows and put on his clothes, and slightly hooked the corners of his lips: "Be careful."

As soon as the beautiful woman with a lingering voice finished speaking, the silver bell on her wrist suddenly rushed up, like a string dancing in a drum, and fell on Li Xin's heart with one sound.

Veins popped out on the back of the hand the monk in white was holding, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

His half-closed eyes became more and more red, and finally returned to deep darkness, and the clenched fists slowly loosened.

Li Chengen rode his horse back, avoiding the palm that was coming with the wind.

Shaolin Kung Fu is fast and vigorous, and when it comes and goes, it has the momentum of thunder.

Du Deng has been enchanted.

The rain was stained with blood, and the white clothes and Cejia were entangled together, and it was a life-and-death struggle when he made a move.

West Lake:

The Famous Swords Conference is a grand event in the world, but many people have smelled some wind and rain from it.The Dongying warriors dressed in black have sneaked up on the various sects within three months, and now they are openly provoking in the hidden sword villa.

Ye Hui's hand holding the sword tightened, but was held down by two hands.

The pale gold sleeves brushed against Jian Ren, Ye Ying shook her head slightly.

"hold on."

The young man with white hair and eyes closed had a faint voice, and no emotion could be seen on his face.

It has been five days since Ye Ying went down the mountain after receiving the letter that day, although Ye Hui knew that with his elder brother's martial arts, nothing would happen, but he was still a little worried.Now that the hidden sword villa is in danger, Ye Ying's return will undoubtedly deter those who have evil intentions.

The man holding the sword slowly withdrew his hand, but looked at the stage with cold eyes.

The group of Japanese warriors stood in a sword formation, and many people present were also defeated by it.Ye Ying closed her eyes and listened quietly, and when the last leaf fell, she suddenly made a move and cut it down with a sword.

The sword was too fast, like a ray of light was cut out of the mist in the twilight.

Everyone was a little hesitant, when they suddenly saw the waves in the calm West Lake storming up, and the majestic sea came with sword energy.

The two swords met in the dark, and the people present with insufficient skills had a nosebleed.

Qi Jin took a step back, and when the waves cleared, he finally saw the face of the person on the stage clearly.

The indescribably lonely, cold and insane man with handsome eyes and sculpted appearance—it was Xie Yunliu who was expelled from Chunyang!

The man with cold eyes glanced at the people present one by one, and the corners of his lips curled up coldly: "I said, I will come to take Can Xue away."

His tone was determined to win, but he never put these elites in his eyes.

Qi Jin remembered that the snow-skinned, black-haired beauty had tightened her grip on the sword and stepped onto the ring.

There was already one more person on the stage, Xie Yunliu looked at the young Taoist priest holding a sword opposite and sneered: "Chunyang Palace."

His tone was casual, but there was a hint of malice.

Since Xie Yunliu left Chunyang Palace back then and traveled to Japan, his swordsmanship has long been different.

Ye Ying knew that Qi Jin would never be his opponent.

Sure enough, within fifty strokes, the sword in the hands of the Taoist priest in blue and white robes was already broken.

For a swordsman, breaking the sword is more humiliating than killing him.

"So are you."

Xie Yunliu sighed slightly, his tone was unclear.

When the man was about to pass by, the young Taoist priest suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with A Qun?"

His voice was hoarse, and there seemed to be an undercurrent suppressed in his throat.

Xie Yunliu chuckled lightly, and said in a playful tone, "I came back to the Central Plains for her."

What he said was true.

At that time, he traveled alone to the East China Sea because of Li Chongmao's incident. The boat encountered a storm on the way, and when the sky cleared, he saw a mirage in the distance.

Perhaps it was not a mirage, but a magnificent ship.

It is not unusual for such a ship to appear in the East China Sea, but what makes Xie Yunliu curious is the year name on the sail: Sui.

There are many sea burials in the south, is this boat a funeral object of a certain nobleman?

But when he entered the ship, he knew he was wrong.

Red makeup powder tents, fine carpets and bronze mirrors, and glazed corner combs are placed in front of the stage.

It was a woman's boudoir. It was peaceful and elegant, as if it was often inhabited by people, but the dust on the mirror showed that it had been a thousand years since looking back.

The picture album on the table was turning to a page, and the misty face of the woman was reflected in it.

'Twelve Red Houses. '

Xie Yunliu paused with his fingertips, then suddenly laughed.

He was the first person to see the scroll, but he didn't make any wishes.What Xie Yunliu wanted to do, he never had to pretend to be someone else!

When the wounded and embarrassed young man left, he only took the scroll of portraits with him. Ten years later, an identical painting was introduced to Japan.

The girl who claimed to be his fiancée had the same appearance as the beauty in the painting, like the cloud light after the wind and rain in the sea cleared back then, bewitching people's hearts.

He was the only one who knew her origin, and he was the only one who knew that the Famous Sword Conference was just a decoy. Tiance's army was lured away from Xuanzong by the portrait, and the eyes of the world were also focused on the Famous Sword Conference.

This is Li Guer's only chance.

Winners and losers - all in one sword!

The rain is getting heavier.

"His Majesty has been assassinated!"

The guards who heard the cry rushed over, only to see that Xuanzong had fallen into a pool of blood.

The heavy bells rang, and in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River:

The barefoot girl smiled lightly: "Li Chengen, you lost."

Her voice was gentle, but blood was oozing from her mouth.

Li Bao'er was seriously injured when she stabbed out with the sword, and all these pains were fulfilled on her body one by one.

Dead bodies were everywhere in the small town, and the rainwater washed away bloodstains and flowed down the bluestone platform.

The beauty with black hair and snow skin walked slowly while leaning on the wall.Her figure was frail, like a crabapple falling in the candlelight, even in this situation she was amazingly beautiful.

The rain was so cold, the snow-white fingertips curled up slightly, and Wu Qun walked for a long time.

But her footsteps suddenly stopped.

There was a person standing at the entrance of the alley, the pale foreigner slowly took off his hood, quietly looking at the embarrassed girl in the rain and mist in the distance with his quiet eyes.

Wu Qun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes: "Why are you back?"

Obviously she has decided to let him go.

The black hair was wet by the rain and stuck to the snow-white face, making her lips look even more rosy.

The bell rang again and again, and the cold rain was bitingly cold.

Kalubi carefully protected the girl on his back and walked slowly forward, he was still wearing the dress she mended at that time.

Wu Qun lay on his back quietly and smiled:

"Why did you come back?"

She asked again, and her eyes became a little blurred.

Warm blood drops dripped on his neck, and the alien paused in his footsteps.

The rain became heavier, and the blood in the alley flowed down the steps.

"Star, moon."

Kalubi slowly raised his eyes and said with difficulty:

"You said: May I be like a star king like a moon, with a bright and clean night and night stream."

He said every word and his voice was gentle.

The girl lying on her back stared blankly, quietly watching the dark sky, and suddenly sighed.She still has a faint sweetness on her body, like the sugar paste she loved to eat at that time:

"Fool, I lied to you."

The girl breathed weakly and slowly closed her eyes in the rain.