[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

You will never be lonely in the rivers and lakes.

The tavern is not only the busiest place, but also the place where news circulates the most.

Putian Sixteen Alleys:

A man in black sat quietly in the corner.He held a sword in his hand. This sword might not be well-known, but the murderous aura wrapped in it made people dare not step forward.

No one could clearly see the face under the bamboo hat.

Xiao Er put the beef and warm wine on the table with trembling hands, not daring to move his eyes.

Most of the business in the tavern is quack business, so they naturally know who to mess with and who not to mess with.

He remembered what the boss said when the man first came in, and slowly held his breath.

"That sword is so murderous, there may be thousands of lives passed under it."

"That person doesn't look very old..."

Xiao Er still hesitated.

The boss stroked his beard, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth: "There is no shortage of murderers in this world."

Xiao Er immediately shut his mouth tightly.

What is missing in the rivers and lakes?

Lack of fame, lack of beauty, lack of money.

But there is no shortage of dead people.

No one thinks their head is too heavy.

His heart trembled when he thought of this, and he quickly backed away.

The man in the bamboo hat never made a move.

A young man watching the excitement in the tavern asked: "This man is really strange. Does he also wear a bamboo hat when he eats?"

Before he could finish his words, his mouth was covered by the person next to him.

The whole tavern fell silent for an instant.

The man in black didn't make a move.

He just glanced at the young man slowly.

These are not human eyes anymore, because there is no brilliance of life in his eyes.

There was only a dead silence.

Such a person must be living in pain.

But he was born that way.

On the second floor of the tavern, a girl in a yellow dress sighed: "Unexpectedly, he has already chased here."

"Who is he?"

A soft and waxy female voice with a Guangzhou accent asked next to him.

Su Rongrong glanced at the sword that was always in her hand: "The Central Plains is a little red."

"A little red!"

Song Tian'er exclaimed:

"If it's really him, then he's here for Big Brother Chu."

Su Rongrong nodded.

A look of worry gradually appeared on his face: "Since Master Tianfeng of Shaolin was killed, there has been no news of Big Brother Chu in this world."

Song Tian'er suddenly laughed and said, "It's good to have no news."

Although she was also worried, she always believed that the man was fine.

Su Rongrong forced a smile: "That's true."

But in my heart I thought of the back that I saw when I was rescued from Shaolin that day.

If he had already come, why didn't he save them?

Thinking of what the man said before leaving, Su Rongrong's eyes darkened slightly.

It was very quiet in the downstairs lobby.

The young man who was curious about how Zhongyuan Yidianhong eats was not satisfied.

The beef is freshly slaughtered, and the cooked meat has clear texture.

This is prime beef.

The wine was also newly brewed, and it smelled intoxicating after being sealed with clay.

Beef and wine are not the joys of life?

But the man was unmoved.

The tooth chopsticks were placed aside.

Nobody touches it.

After an unknown amount of time, the man in black suddenly stood up.

Everyone nearby couldn't help but slowly gripped their weapons.

But the man went straight out.

He didn't look at anything and just walked out.

This is really puzzling.

A strange man ran to the tavern and ordered fine wine and cooked meat, but he sat motionless for a while and then left.Isn't this strange?

This is indeed strange.

But if this person is a little red, it would make sense.

Because he is like this, no one knows what kind of person he is.

Chu Liuxiang didn't know either.

But that didn't stop him from admiring him.

He sat on the high wall at the back of the alley and waited.

After a stick of incense, the man came.

A little red sword was held in his hand all the time: "You are Chu Liuxiang?"

he asked suddenly.

The man on the wall smiled wryly and nodded: "I thought you already knew."

A little red suddenly shook her head: "I appreciate you very much."

"Oh?"

Chu Liuxiang was a little puzzled.

"Because you killed four very powerful people."

"But those four people are also the ones I will kill after I have mastered my swordsmanship."

A little red looked at the sword in his hand with a strange expression.

It was a look of crying and laughing.

It was hard to imagine that such an expression would actually appear on a person who was like a piece of wood.

Chu Liuxiang's expression was also a little strange: "You want to kill them?"

Yidianhong nodded: "Their martial arts are always good. Wouldn't it be a pleasure to fight against such people?"

He said so, but his eyes were still indifferent.

This is a man who would rather be dead than alive, because nothing can make him happy anymore.

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly and touched his nose: "I didn't kill these people."

"But no one in this arena likes to hear the truth."

This is a big truth.

Because as soon as he finished speaking, a little red had already made a move.

It was a swift sword, like lightning.

But lightning will also be absorbed by the earth.

So his sword was caught.

What caught it was a pair of hands, a pair of slightly callused, clean hands.

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "You are not my opponent."

This is not mocking.

It's a kind of smile for the rest of your life.

Because he never underestimated his opponent.

Yidianhong raised his head slowly, his eyes were a little strange: "You won't kill me?"

"Why should I kill you?"

Chu Liuxiang asked back.

"Because a failed killer should never have been alive."

A little red.

Chu Liuxiang laughed: "I thought it was just a discussion between friends."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly let go of the sword point in his hand.

A little red glanced at the sword, and suddenly smiled too.

Friendships between men always seem inexplicable.

The two people who were facing each other with swords just now can happily sit and drink together at this moment.

Chu Liuxiang has many friends because he is really an attractive person.But most people are making friends with Xiangshuai.

He thought about it and took another sip of wine: "We have become friends."

A little red looked a little strange: "Don't you look down on my friend?"

"of course not."

Chu Liuxiang picked up the wine jar and took a sip: "I'm afraid you think the three words Chu Liuxiang are the biggest trouble in the world."

He said troublesome things, with a smile on his face.

It seems that these things will always be resolved. This is really a very chic person.

Yidianhong also smiled: "The first 20 years of my life were also boring, so this and that can be considered ups and downs."

After he finished speaking, he slapped the mud seal off the wine jar and took a sip.

Assassins avoid drinking alcohol, because once a person is drunk, his hands will slow down.And there are always people in this world who want to kill you.

With a long roar, he threw the wine jar to Chu Liuxiang again.

It's almost midnight.

Two drunkards have fallen in the inn.

No, maybe only one.

Because Chu Liuxiang was still awake.

The most painful thing in this world is a person who is not drunk.

Chu Liuxiang used to think that it would be good not to get drunk with a thousand cups, but now she only hopes to get drunk early.

The moon outside is still very round, as if yesterday has never passed.

He suddenly thought of Wu Hua, Su Rongrong and Song Tian'er, and finally A Qun.

Did she believe those rumours?

Did you blame him when you were taken away?

Chu Liuxiang was thinking like this, but felt that the wine in the jar was empty.

The rooster crows at dawn.

In an inn on Tongshui Road in the back mountain of Shaolin.

There was a monk in white who was frowning and playing the piano.

There are good pianos and good songs.

Mornings like this are always pleasing to the eye.

Wu Qun rubbed her eyes and sat on the railing to watch Wuhua play the piano.

Wu Qun has always felt that if a man's hands are to look good, he should do two things.

One is to hold the sword.

The second is playing the piano.

Those bony fingers are plucking on the strings, and the blue veins are especially beautiful in the morning light.

She closed her eyes slightly and listened, the snow bells on her ankles swaying gently.

Xue Ling'er was made by Wuhua herself.

Thinking of the way he tied it with his own hands last night, Wu Qun slightly hooked the corners of her lips.

Her brows became brighter.

There seems to be haze engraved on the ends of the black eyebrows, and the light is like a ray of light caressing the dew, shining and moving.

The white-clothed monk's hand paused slightly.

"Ah Qun, you're being naughty again."

He sighed softly, but there was no trace of impatience on his face.

Wu Qun smiled, and tapped her toes lightly.

The water-red Danko was slowly crushed in the monk's hands, looking like a demon under the clear light of the bamboo forest.

There was a sweet smile on the corner of her lips, she looked at him so innocently, as if she was asking why he didn't play anymore.

Wuhua's eyes dimmed.

Wu Qun looked at the dark look in the noble monk's eyes, and lightly rang the bell.

The snow-white wrist swayed casually with the bell.

The thin willows and manchus can easily arouse the ambitions of men in the world.

Wu Qun slowly raised the corners of her lips: "Master, I want a new skirt."

"A new dress that is exactly the same~"

She smiled slightly.

Wu Hua closed her eyes, but she still seemed to be able to hear the bewitching voice of the monster in the forest.

His heart was beating fast, as if being poured with hot blood.

Something is slowly taking root.

The crisp bells echoed in the forest, and those gorgeous eyebrows and eyes were like the setting sun in blood, overwhelming the twilight city.

Wu Qun licked the corner of her lips lightly.

Shanxi is thousands of miles away.

A young man in a blue brocade suit suddenly vomited blood.

He frowned and touched the position of his heart, with a strange expression on his face.

"Young master, are you injured?"

The young man in gray standing beside him asked.

Yuan Suiyun shook his head: "Perhaps it was caused by fighting with Kumei."

Ding Feng was still a little worried.

Yuan Suiyun squinted his eyes, the handkerchief in his hand had been crushed into powder.

"This matter is not allowed to go out."

Ding Feng responded, and slowly lowered his eyes.

But he didn't see the strange smile on the corner of Yuan Suiyun's lips: "Sure enough, it will backfire."