[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

In the spring of the 14th year of Tianbao, Xuanzong was assassinated in the Tang Palace and died the next morning.

The eunuch Gao Lishi waited for the opportunity to control the court, and he was in full swing with Tiance Mansion.At the same time, the wolf cavalry under the Anlu Mountain in the north were stationed on the banks of the Weishui River and stared at each other, and the situation was changing at any moment.

Ever since the death knell sounded, Li Chengen knew that he had been tricked. From the time when the beauty picture fell into the rivers and lakes and then became known to Xuanzong, it was a trap from the very beginning. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Their purpose is just to attract the attention of Tiance Mansion, and use the forces of the Jianghu to disrupt this dead situation.That night Tang Palace was negligent, and he led the Tiance Army to leave Chang'an, so it was naturally the best time.

No, maybe there are those Japanese warriors.

Appeared quietly three months ago, and besieged all the sects, probably also to attract Jiu Tian's attention, thus turning all eyes away from Chang'an, to the famous sword conference by the West Lake.

It's all been planned since meeting her.

The man in the uniform looked indifferent, looking at the waning moon in the sky with his hands behind his back.

"Commander."

A figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Li Chengen narrowed his eyes slightly: "What's the matter?"

"I received a secret report that An Lushan may lead the rebels to cross the Wei River tonight."

Agu's voice was condensed, and it was not as relaxed as before.

Li Chengen's hand holding the spear paused, and his vigorous knuckles slowly loosened.That hand is full of scars left on the battlefield, each of which is well-known.

The waning moon shone on the scar at the corner of the man's eye, devouring him deeply. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"Prepare the horse."

His voice is light, but there is a kind of murderous aura that is about to come.

A Gu paused for a moment and then listened to him: "Tell the officers and men in the mansion that those who are willing to leave can go, and those who are willing to stay can stick to Chang'an with me!"

"One day of Tiance, one day of Datang."

Li Chengen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes shivering like a blood wolf.

He and her meet each other, but they are also doomed to be strangers.

There is no one in the courtyard.

Under the burnt crabapple tree, there was a silk handkerchief blowing in the wind.

During the rainy season of the next month, all major sects sent their disciples down the mountain to help Tiance soldiers fight the enemy together.After May, he repelled the Spike Army, welcomed Shaanxi King Li Heng back to Chang'an and registered as emperor, and changed his reign title to Zhide.

The situation changes in just a breath, but the person in the painting that caused all this has long since disappeared.

It wasn't until Chunyang Zixuzi Qi entered the Valley of the Evil that it was said that the sword master who became famous at the Famous Sword Conference had already taken his fiancée back to the East China Sea.

West Lake:

After the Battle of Chang'an, many sects were severely injured, and the Tibetan Sword Villa had already recalled their disciples and closed the village for ten years.

The gentle young man with white hair and closed eyes was sitting beside the flower pond, holding his sword in his arms.But Xie Yunliu, who was supposed to return to the East China Sea, was also here.

"Among the Central Plains swordsmen, I was the most optimistic about Master Ye."

The frenzied young man stroked his sleeves and said indifferently: "Now that Xie wants to go back to the East China Sea, he also wants to settle this matter."

It's a pity that the two of them fought twice but stopped midway.

Ye Ying turned around slowly, the sword in her hand whistling.

This is the lifelong battle of the two top swordsmen in the world.

The blue waves in the lake were surging, and neither of the two men drew their swords, but their sword intents had already clashed.

Ye Ying cultivated it as the Heart Sword, and Xie Yunliu cultivated it as the Sword Intent of Life and Death.

The wind is blowing away, and it is already dusk.

The fallen leaves swept across the blade leisurely, Xie Yunliu sighed softly, and slowly withdrew the sword.

"The master's heart sword has not yet been completed."

Ye Ying nodded slightly.

The two of them meet each other, but it is not a win or lose game.

The scattered young man had already left, Ye Ying paused with her fingertips as she thought about the last sentence.

"Has the owner heard of Shattered Void?"

"Beyond the great thousand worlds, there is also heaven and earth."

Xie Yunliu smiled when he said this, and walked away: "I was born in this world, but I have only seen her alone."

Ye Ying naturally knew who he was talking about.

She was like that when he met that girl in the bamboo forest when he was young, and now ten years have passed but there is no slight change.Ye Ying thought of the shocking sword in the bamboo forest back then, and her expression was inexplicable.

"Ye Ying, I'm leaving."

The melodious voice and smile seemed to be still in my ears, and the fallen flowers on the treetops were faintly reflected on the white-haired young man's forehead, making him more peaceful.

In the first year of Zhide, the Tibetan sword villa was closed, and the owner Ye Ying entered the gate of life and death, and did not come out for ten years.

In the same year, Shaolin disciple Du Deng invited himself into the Discipline Academy.

"Amitabha."

Xuanzheng looked indifferently at the blood-clothed monk kneeling on the ground: "Do you know your mistake?"

The originally dignified young monk had his hands and feet wrapped in shackles, and his head was lowered so that people could not see his expression clearly.

Du Deng slowly opened his eyes: "The disciple knows his mistake."

His voice is hoarse, and the statue of Buddha on his body has not been removed, except for the bloody clothes on his body, he is no different from the white-clothed monk who sat quietly in the Tallinn.

Xuanzheng sighed.

Watching the monk with ankle chains go away.

The monks who break the precepts in Shaolin Temple will engrave past mistakes on their hearts, and remember to repent every day.

With the word "kill" engraved on Du Deng's heart, he walked forward step by step.

That night, the rain, fog and blood in the small town lingered in front of his eyes for a long time, and he had already walked out of the temple. The benevolent monk shook his head and sighed: "Cross the lamp, and look at your own heart."

The bright light outside the hall shone on the monk with clear brows and eyes, and he was slightly stunned.

Du Deng paused with his fingertips, then slowly lowered his head.

But I saw that there was another word on top of the word "kill", which was for-love.

It turned out that he had already been moved before he knew it. He was born with a senseless feeling, and all the emotions in his body were caused by one person.

Du Deng's tightly clenched hand slowly loosened, but he remembered the innocent smile of the man when he first met:

"Master, are you enlightened?" @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

This sentence was the doom of his life.

The shackled monk slowly disappeared into the dry forest, Xuanzheng looked at his back and shook his head in silence.

Three years later, in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River:

A man in a black cloak walked quietly on the street, and his footsteps paused when he passed by a stall selling candied haws.

"Sir, do you want candied haws?"

The old woman said enthusiastically.

Kalubi nodded slightly when he thought of the girl who was sitting on the swing that day with a dimpled smile.

His face was cold, and there was a pale majesty under the black hood.

But the old man was not afraid, he just smiled and handed the candied haws over.

The alien had already left, and a few children hiding behind the stall ran over.

"Grandma, that uncle just now was so fierce."

The old man smiled: "The young man just looked cold."

"I have set up a stall here for many years, and he would come here every day to buy candied haws for his wife."

The courtyard was empty.

Kalubi paused for a moment with his wood carving hand, and slowly turned his head, but there was still no one on the gently swaying swing.

He has been waiting for his wife.

The breeze blows off the branches of crabapple, reflecting the wood carving in the man's hand, and slowly disperses.