[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

In the inn, a woman in red stood bowed outside the door.

That woman looks sweet, but she knows how to dress up very well.Two long, black braids hung mischievously in front of her chest, judging those eyes, making her more charming.

Chang Sunhong has been standing outside the door for a day.

After Shi Guanyin came back last night, he suddenly lost his temper.Several of the disciples who came with him also died.

She naturally doesn't care about the life and death of those disciples.

From the first day of worshiping under Shi Guanyin's sect, their vitality has been cut off.

Now that he is dead, it's just that he has no ability.

Chang Sunhong was more concerned about why Shi Guanyin lost his temper.

Has she already met that person?

That person is even more beautiful than Qiu Lingsu, the number one beauty in martial arts in the past.

Thinking of this, she smiled slightly, with a hint of joy flashing in her eyes.

In the room:

Shi Guanyin sat quietly in front of the bronze mirror.It was a very large mirror, almost half of a person could be seen.

But it is not big enough, because there is a bigger and clearer side in the desert.

That mirror was hidden in Shi Guanyin's boudoir, and the beauty inside was also alive and fragrant.

Shi Guanyin stared at the mirror for a long time, then sighed faintly.

Because the mirror has turned into another beautiful face.

Such as Hua Guangjiaojiao, morning dew magnificent.

It was a peerless beauty, and even a woman would be fascinated.

Shi Guanyin smiled foolishly, and suddenly reached out to touch the stunning beauty in the mirror, but the mirror became foggy again, and what was reflected was her own face.

Shi Guanyin touched his face in a daze, the mirror had been smashed to the ground.

Sun Hong, the head outside the door, frowned, thinking about how to persuade him later.

But he saw that the door had been opened.

The wind blows gently.

The beautiful woman came out slowly.

There was a little blue under her eye circles, but it didn't damage her beauty.

"Master."

Chang Sun Hong stepped forward and shouted in a low voice.

"How long has Hong'er been your teacher?"

Shi Guanyin asked suddenly.

Changsun Hong paused: "I have followed Master for about 12 years since I was a child."

"The year 12."

Shi Guanyin laughed and said, "Hong'er has grown so big without realizing it."

Chang Sun Hong also smiled, but suddenly her heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, Shi Guanyin said: "Your senior sisters have all left the teacher, it is not good for you to stay with the teacher."

The tone was still very gentle.

Does she already know?

Cold sweat trickled down Changsun Hong's forehead.

She is afraid.

Because she thought of Qu Wurong, and thought of that face beyond recognition.

Shi Guanyin looked at her with a smile, his eyes filled with pity.

From the moment she saw Wu Qun, she knew Chang Sunhong's thoughts.

She once thought about marrying her to Wuhua, but now it seems that it is unnecessary.

Chang Sunhong had already knelt down.

The man's skirt was in front of her eyes, but she didn't dare to reach out to touch it.

Her body was trembling, as if punishment was imminent.

Shi Guanyin slowly raised her chin.

Passionate eyes carefully looked at the young face.

Long Jiu sighed: "You are not even one ten thousandth as good as her."

she said suddenly.

Chang Sunhong's body had already gone limp.

She naturally knew who she was talking about, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes.

Shi Guanyin smiled:

"I remember you picked some lichun flowers when you came."

Changsun Hong's complexion turned pale in an instant.

But he saw that there were disciples offering poisonous flowers beside him.

Shi Guanyin's fingertips forced a drop of blood into the petals, and the branches and leaves that were withered due to the long journey were gradually stained with eczema.

Chang Sunhong bit her lips tightly, but the fragrant flower was already in front of her eyes.

It is impossible to smell this flower, unless Shi Guanyin is such a master who holds his breath, ordinary disciples will go crazy if they smell it for a long time.

Chang Sunhong slowly looked up at Shi Guanyin.

But seeing the stunning beauty smiled: "Hey, eat it."

She looked at her tenderly, with an undeniable look in her eyes.

Chang Sunhong knelt on the ground and swallowed the flower slowly.

Her body was trembling, and her fingertips were already stiff.

But after a while, there was a numb feeling in the body, as if being bitten by thousands of ants.

Her face was also red, brighter than the red shirt on her body.

There was a blank look in his eyes.

Shi Guanyin watched quietly, as if looking at an experimental product.

This is indeed a test dish.

The composition of Wanxiyan is similar to that of the ancient five stone powder, and it is difficult to quit after taking it.And Lichunhua is also average, this poisonous flower from Tianzhu has killed many heroes in the Jianghu.

It should be known that most of the intractable diseases in this world can be attacked with poison.

Chang Sunhong had already passed out.

Her clothes were already wet, her breath was weak, and she just lay there like that.

Shi Guanyin sighed: "Take it down, I'll take care of it."

The female disciple responded, and stepped forward to help the limp clay figurine.

In this world, men and women always love the new and dislike the old.

Wu skirt is still very much.

She has put on a new dress.

The skirt looked similar to before, but looked very different upon closer inspection.

Because it was a plain white dress.

It was written by Tanyue, a woman in the temple.

She didn't pull her hair up, and the black hair like a crow's feather was scattered freely among the white strands.

Under the twilight, the sandalwood clothes are like thousands of clouds and gauze, filled with endless joy.

This is a kind of beauty in the clouds, pouring rouge under the Buddha's light, and the sky suddenly breaks slowly.

"A skirt."

Wuhua called out.

The beauty sitting on the bamboo chair turned her head slightly.

"You always say that the scenery is better at high places, but I didn't see anything."

She blinked, disappointed.

Those snow-reflecting pupils also seemed to dim.

She has been sitting on this high place for a long time.

Wouldn't it be lonely if a person stays in one place for a long time?

Wu Qun stayed in this bamboo forest inn for three days.

She had not seen a stranger in three days except the lady.

The inn was too quiet, as if there were only the two of them left.

Wu Hua shook her head, but said, "Come down."

He slowly stretched out his hand, ready to catch the jumping woman.

Wu Qun didn't move.

Just shaking the bell slightly.

She is really light, as if she is going to go with the wind along with the gently swaying bamboo branches.

Wu Hua's eyes darkened, but she still coaxed softly, "A Qun, don't be willful."

His voice is very nice.

This is the sound of chanting scriptures all the year round, but it is used to coax a woman at this moment.

The snow-white monk's robe also seemed to be stained with human color.

Wu Qun looked back at him, and asked softly, "When are we leaving here?"

Wu Hua slowly withdrew her hand: "Why did you leave?"

"Isn't it good here?"

His voice was a little strange.

Wu Qun shook her head: "It's nice here, but it's too quiet."

"I like it to be lively."

She nodded after she finished speaking, as if confirming.

No matter what, such a beauty can't make people angry. When those pair of autumn eyes are looking at you, you can't refuse.

Wu Hua sighed: "We will leave when you recover from illness."

This is the maximum promise he can give.

"You can count on what you say?"

Beauty Takegami asked in surprise, her voice seemed to lighten up, and the corners of her lips could not help but curl up slightly.

Wuhua nodded: "When did I ever lie to you?"

His voice was gentle, but his eyes were filled with darkness.

This inn is located outside the Putian waterway, so how can no one notice it, it's just because of the formation.

People who pass by will get lost in the fog if their martial arts are lower than those who set up the formation.

"What a silly girl."

Flowerless smiled.

Wu skirt fell gently from the bamboo tip, and was embraced by the monk.

She lightly sniffed the faint sandalwood on the monk's neck, and slowly closed her eyes.

In the setting sun, you can see the white clothes intertwined with the cloud gauze, the Buddha patterns on the sleeves folded and blended with the wind, and the black silk like crow feathers slowly scattered on the snow color as if embracing the slanting sun, which makes people's heart skip a beat.

That beauty was born to be a demon in the world, causing people to kill and scramble.

A trace of blood flashed in Wuhua's eyes.

Chu Liuxiang is a very strange person.

Because he always thinks more about the friends around him, no matter whether he is already in trouble or not.

At the moment he was looking at the man in black.

A little red has already walked out the door.

He already knew that it was impossible for him to kill Chu Liuxiang again: "You have to take care."

he said suddenly.

Chu Liuxiang rubbed her chin and said with a smile, "Of course I will live until we meet again."

The man in black also smiled: "There will be others."

"But none of them are as fast as the red sword."

Chu Liuxiang said.

A little red nodded:

"So you should live longer."

Chu Liuxiang sighed, "Are you going to go back like this?"

A little red did not look back: "Of course I want to go back."

"I always know that you come from a very strict organization. In such an organization, killers are not allowed to miss."

A little red nodded, he naturally knew what kind of punishment he was going to face.

Chu Liuxiang said again: "Even if you have passed the criminal law, then Yongcui Villa..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a little red.

He looked a little weird.

"You think Yongcui Villa hired me?"

"Is not it?"

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose, smiled wryly and said:

"Since Li Yudao's death, news has spread in Jianghu that Li Yuhan paid a lot of money to hire Zhongyuan Yidianhong to avenge his younger brother."

Yidianhong shook her head: "The one who hired me was not Yongcui Villa."

"Oh?"

Chu Liuxiang asked.

Dianhong thought for a while: "Maybe it's a woman, a woman with good martial arts."

He never tells a lie.

Chu Liuxiang has already believed it.

He's always been a smart guy.

There are many murder cases alive, perhaps only the dead can break the situation.

The person behind this scene wanted him to die, so he might as well have his wish.

"Chu Liuxiang should probably die."

he said suddenly.

Dianhong thought about it for a while but understood, and said: "Chu Liuxiang is dead."

"He died under the sword of a little red in the Central Plains."

"exactly."

Chu Liuxiang laughed.