[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Occasionally, major events happen in the rivers and lakes.

It's just that what happened today was like a thunderstorm on the ground, which caught people off guard.

Chu Liuxiang died, died by a red sword in the Central Plains.

Who is a little red?

He's a killer, a killer with a reputation.

In Shaolin Temple, Wu Xiang had a strange expression on his face: "Chu Liuxiang is really dead?"

He didn't seem to expect that the world-famous Chu Xiangshuai would be killed so easily.

Gong Nanyan shook her head: "A little red is the killer with the highest asking price in the world today, do you know why?"

"Oh?"

There is no way.

Gong Nanyan looked out the window: "Although his martial arts is not very high, he has killed many people."

"Among them are famous martial artists."

"It's kind of weird."

Wuxiang squinted his eyes.

Gong Nanyan smiled: "It's not surprising at all."

"If you've seen him, you'll know why he's called a little red."

"He's really a patient guy."

"There are not many patient people in this world."

There is no way.

Gong Nanyan sighed: "But there are very few killers who are patient."

"He once hid under an inn bed for three months in order to kill someone."

Wu Xiang understood when she said this, and she felt a little emotional on her face: "That is indeed a terrible killer."

"I just hope someone doesn't hire him to kill me then."

Gong Nanyan's eyes darkened, but she said with a smile: "Nanyan never thought that Master would do such an idea."

Wuxiang shook his head and remained silent.

Chu Liuxiang died.

The news caused an uproar in the arena.

No one thought that the man who fell from the altar would die so hastily.

Su Rongrong didn't believe it either.

She turned pale when she heard the news in the inn.

Even the always optimistic Song Tian'er was speechless.

Although they all felt that Chu Liuxiang could not die.

It's scary to say, but I have to think too much.

Zhongyuan Dianhong sat in the same position as yesterday.

One day ago, few people in this arena recognized him, and one day later, they would not even dare to touch that seat.

The blood on his sword had dried.

Whose blood is that!

Could it be Chu Liuxiang?

But no one dared to ask such a question, because the sharp sword was not gentle when it cut the throat.

It was eerily quiet in the inn.

A little red slowly poured a glass of wine and drank it down.

He seemed happy, but not so happy.

"You killed Chu Liuxiang?"

A voice suddenly asked.

It must be a young man, because only young people are so unscrupulous.

But when they turned around, they were disappointed.

It was an old man in brocade robes.

His eyes were shining brightly, looking straight at Little Red.

Must be red did not look back.

He just picked up the wine on the table and drank it in one gulp, the rich blood on the sword was chilling.

"I'm a killer, why should a killer say anything when he kills someone?"

He had a haughty look on his face, and a man like him didn't bother to tell a lie.

So the old man in Huafu asked again: "Since you said you killed him, where is his body?"

Upstairs, Su Rongrong watched quietly, and suddenly said: "It seems that we are old enemies."

Her expression was a little strange, as if she was relieved.It seems to already know something.

"Oh?"

Song Tianer asked.

Su Rongrong shook her head: "The old man in Chinese clothes is invincible in the Wansheng Escort Bureau. He is famous for his golden darts with an iron palm. In the past, he was invited by Jin Banhua to see Gu Baiyu beauty, and he also had two famous martial arts experts with him."

"I didn't expect the three of them to miss. Since then, Wan Wudi has hated Big Brother Chu."

Song Tian'er gave a "bah" sound: "This old man is old, but his mind is smaller than a woman's."

Su Rongrong smiled, but suddenly stopped talking.

Everyone downstairs looked at a little red, wondering where Chu Liuxiang's body was.

Yidianhong slowly put down the wine glass, and said with a sneer, "His body is naturally where he should go."

Chu Liuxiang killed many people, the most famous being Shenshui Palace, Yongcui Villa, and South Shaolin Temple.

Which of these three sects is not a behemoth?

No matter where the corpse goes, they can't ask.

Thinking of this, Wan Wudi shivered slightly.

But he didn't dare to ask any more.

After he left, the inn fell silent.

A little bit of red is poured into the wine and drank cup by cup.

He seems to be drinking well, at least today.

Soon, the jar was empty.

He stared at the empty jar for a while, then suddenly let out a long sigh, and walked away with his sword in hand.

The people standing outside the door all made way for him.

A little red is gone.

It seems that the strife has also stopped.

The rivers and lakes are calm on the surface, but there are turbulent storms in the dark.

Wu Qun who lived in the bamboo garden didn't know about it.

She is sitting in the garden admiring the flowers.

The scenery in spring is good, and the people who reflect the scenery are also good.

Wuhua is practicing.

A Jianghu man like him cannot slack off in martial arts for a day.

He has been practicing for a long time.

Wu Qun was sitting beside her.

She seems to have a hard time settling down, and she is always half-hearted about what she likes.

But the strange thing is that she has been watching him for a long time.

"Is Ah Qun bored?"

Wuhua took a break and asked.

Wu Qun shook her head and looked at him with a smile: "I like to see how you look when you practice."

Her tone was soft, and she deliberately elongated the tone, which made people's heart ache.

Wu Hua's eyes darkened, and then she saw the beauty and asked again: "What was that style called just now?"

"Look at how powerful it is."

Wuhua demonstrated again, and asked, "But this trick?"

Wu Qun nodded.

"This is the tiger's fall in Pingyang in Shaolin's outsider kung fu."

No ikebana.

"It's a good name."

The beauty at the table burst out laughing with a "puchi".

When she smiled, it seemed that even the sky and the earth were dimmed, and the dress reflecting the Buddha's light was like the beginning of Bodhi, with lotuses growing every step of the way.

Which man in this world can not convert?

Wu Hua also smiled: "A Qun, do you want to learn this style?"

He seems to be just talking casually.

But Wu Qun shook her head and said, "This is made by the monk, I don't like it."

As she spoke, she looked down at her skirt again, with a worried look on her face.

There was a hint of a smile in Wuhua's eyes: "Is it the monk's envoy? Do you want to see it?"

When he said this, even he was a little surprised, but he still looked at her with a smile.

There was a touch of rouge on Wu Qun's cheeks, like a lotus flower, and the shadow of the monk in white was reflected in his eyes, and he nodded slightly.

Wuhua looked at her, slightly raised the corners of her lips.

He pulled out the samurai sword lying beside him.

It was a very sharp knife, handed down from Japan.

Wuhua closed her eyes slightly.

He couldn't hear anything anymore.

But it seems to be more transparent.

The bamboo forest is quiet, the sound of wind, water and the sound of bamboo passing through the forest.

His hand was already moving, and the knife was out of its sheath.

This is really a beautiful move.

Like the wind and rain sweeping over the accumulated flowers in the courtyard, a stream of autumn rustle slowly emerges.

Tianfeng Shishilang also used this trick to fight against two great masters in the world.

This Windward Slash is indeed a rare and peerless sword technique in the world.

Flowerless hands have stopped.

There seemed to be a bright color on the tip of the knife.

Wu Qun watched quietly, and then sighed after a while: "It's the first time in my life that I'm so sorry."

"What a pity?"

Wuhua asked.

Wu Qun shook her head: "Unfortunately, it's spring now."

"Wouldn't such a knife technique be even more amazing when it snows in winter."

She seems to have thought of the bloody Qinghuan when the sky was snowing.

Wu Hua suddenly smiled: "A Qun, come here."

The beauty leaned back and looked at him with a confused look in her eyes.It seemed that the monk's gaze was too gentle and loving, she unconsciously licked the corner of her lips, and slowly stepped on the fallen flower with her snow-white fingertips.

Wu Hua watched the beauty walk over step by step with deep eyes.

She walked very slowly, the snow reflected Luohong, which made people's heart tremble in the dim light.

She had already stopped, and the Danko color curled up slightly, as if a little shy.

Wuhua saw that swaying lip color, he had known the indescribable taste in it.

Darkness rolled in his eyes, but he stretched out his hand with a smile.

Wu Qun held the colorful knife in her hand.

And the monk in white behind him gently held her hand.

Those hands were slightly cold, making people's heart tremble.

Wu Qun lowered her eyebrows, but she heard the person next to her ear whisper: "A Qun, hold it tight."

Wu Qun responded softly, and the white jade-like ear pearls were slowly stained with a tinge of red.

Even that half of Zhiyu Qingxue was stained with some rouge.

Flowerless smiled.

Hold her hand and slowly wield the knife.

Dongying has a secret method that can turn water into snow, which needs to be condensed with true energy.

No one under He Lang's family has ever used it.

Wu Qun watched the gorgeous blade rise up against the wind, as if a storm was about to come, blowing all the flowers in the courtyard.

Pink rose petals brushed the whole body, and the spring/color of the world among thousands of trees is all in this knife.

The sky seems to have darkened.

All the water in the well seemed to turn into Kunlun fine snow, falling on the accumulated flowers.

Overwhelmed with beauty and cold.

And white clothes intertwined in the flying snow all over the sky, falling with the wind.

Bai Xue fell on the long eyelashes, Wu Qun blinked lightly, and ice and snow dripped into her eyes.

This is already a rare special color in the world.

"Do you still like Ah Qun?"

The monk behind him asked softly.

Wu Qun nodded.

Let him hold hands to catch the falling snow.

Yingying snowflakes slowly melted in the warm palm.

Just as Wu Qun was about to withdraw her hand, the monk held down her wrist.

She raised her head slightly in bewilderment, her eyes befuddled.

The ice and snow seem to have turned into autumn water.

Wuhua shook her head, and lowered her head slightly under that gaze.

Gently kissed the delicate palm.

The forest is like the first snow in spring, and it is full of scorching colors.