[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

In the dark dungeon:

Chang Sunhong bit her lip firmly.

But unconsciously grasping the hay on the ground in his hand.

Her face was red and hot, and she lost weight like a skeleton in just a few days.

If you are familiar with Changsun Hong, you will be surprised.

The disciple who delivered the medicine had some fear in his eyes, as if he had seen something terrible.

With trembling hands, he placed the bowl at the door.

Chang Sunhong leaned against the wall and panted heavily and asked, "How long has it been?"

Her voice was also hoarse.

The young disciple glanced at her carefully: "About five days."

The medicine was freshly boiled, and it was still steaming.

Chang Sunhong twitched the corners of her mouth, and slowly crawled to the door.

She looked at the medicine for a while, with a struggling expression on her face, but in the end she couldn't bear the pain of her sexual addiction.

Pick up the hot soup and drink it up.

The medicine remained in the stomach along the throat, and Changsun blushed even more, and his body twitched violently.

The disciple took back the medicine bowl from the gap without looking sideways.

He left the dungeon with the tray in his hand.

Shi Guanyin is sitting in front of the mirror and drawing his eyebrows.

The bronze mirror reflected the beautiful woman's amorous feelings.

"lady."

The female disciple called out from outside the screen.

"How is it?"

Shi Guanyin looked into the glasses and slowly put down the powder.

Of course the disciple outside the screen knew who she was asking, and said in a low voice: "Today is the fifth day, it looks better than yesterday, and my mind is clear."

Shi Guanyin nodded: "It seems to have some effect."

"Let's observe for a few more days."

The female disciple responded and slowly backed out.

"Is my son relieved?"

A person slowly walked out of the shadows in the room.

Dressed in white, as bright as the sky and the moon.

It is without flowers.

Wuhua took a look at Shi Guanyin, and said calmly: "I have always cared about my mother's health, now that I know that my mother is fine, I am relieved."

What he said was serious.

Shi Guanyin sneered: "I thought you were the most like me, but now it seems that you are more like your father."

She meant something in her words, she had obviously compared him to Tianfeng Shishilang, and Wu Qun was Shi Guanyin back then.

Wuhua's eyes darkened, but she said with a smile, "I am naturally like my mother, you should hold tightly in your hands what you like."

"The stones that hinder the road should naturally be cleaned up."

Shi Guanyin couldn't help thinking of that captivating face, and slightly hooked the corners of her lips: "It's hard to keep such a beauty."

Wuhua chuckled and remained silent.

It was dark.

The wells in Putian City are brightly lit.

The Shaolin Temple on the mountain not far away is quiet and solemn.

After Wu Xiang finished his evening class, he prepared to go back to the fasting room.

Since the accident at the succession ceremony that day, his position has been very embarrassing.

The original position of abbot was also delayed, but he seemed unmoved.

Chu Liuxiang, who was hiding on the beam, narrowed her eyes and followed slowly.

Chu Liuxiang is dead, and of course a dead person can do many things.

Because no one will guard against a dead person.

Wuxiang's fasting room is also in the bamboo forest, only one room away from Master Tianfeng.

He stood in front of the second fasting room for a long time, and finally returned to his own wing.

Who was the former owner of this second room?

Chu Liuxiang instantly thought of a name: Wuhua.

Wu Xiang had already returned to his own room, Chu Liuxiang narrowed his eyes, and jumped into the wall.

It was a very clean and elegant room.

The flowers in the net bottle have withered.

But it seems that I can still smell the faint fragrance of orchid.

The wooden fish next to it are neatly placed on the table.

Chu Liuxiang glanced at the room, but his gaze suddenly froze.

Just because of a cloud gauze exposed under the pillow.

It really doesn't look like a monk's robe, because it is too colorful and beautiful.

He had seen it on the dress of a peerless beauty, but now that beauty has disappeared.

Chu Liuxiang sighed, walked slowly to the bed and stretched out his hand to pull out the cloud gauze.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, he heard a slight noise outside.

Chu Liuxiang's complexion changed, and she hid behind the bookshelf.

The door was slowly pushed open.

Who is coming?

It was Wuxiang who had gone and returned just now!

Wu Xiang glanced around the room, and finally fixed his gaze on the bookshelf.

Chu Liuxiang held his breath.

Wu Xiang was holding an old journal in his hand, and he flipped through the books one by one on the bookshelf.

It seems to be looking for something.

Suddenly, his hands stopped, and a wonderful smile appeared on his face.

Chu Liuxiang was already frozen, he was just a wooden statue right now, how could the wooden statue move.

Wuxiang pressed lightly on the bottom of the bookshelf.

Then I saw that the wooden planks that were originally tight were cracked slightly.

There is a book hidden inside!

Chu Liuxiang opened her eyes slightly.

Wu Xiang seemed to know it already, and carefully took out the book.

The old journal was casually put aside.

Chu Liuxiang only saw the word Tianfeng, and knew it.There are many books in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, among which there are records of the life of Shaolin abbots in the past dynasties. All the things that are unknown to the outside world can be found in the Sutra Pavilion.

Wuxiang kept rolling his hands, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Finally, his hand stopped.

Dingyou Year Xinhai Month Guihai Day.

Wuxiang read it softly, and suddenly laughed loudly: "It really is so!"

"Tianfeng, Tianfeng, you are in vain..."

His words suddenly stopped.

Blood spurted from his chest.

It was a knife, a very fine samurai sword.

At this moment, the knife was stuck in Wuxiang's chest.

The tall and thin monk slowly fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

'What a great speed! '

Chu Liuxiang was startled suddenly.

The owner of the knife has come, and it is a person who is difficult to describe.

Because you don't even know if it's male or female, tall, short, fat or thin.

The man was wrapped tightly in black clothes, looking like a shadow.

He had come to the two books thrown on the floor.

Chu Liuxiang paused with her fingertips, and finally made a move.

It doesn't seem like he should have been exposed so early.

But his intuition told him that the things hidden in this book were not simple.

So he moved.

Everyone knew that Chu Liuxiang's qinggong was very good.

Only a few people know that his martial arts are also good.

That finger quickly pointed towards the man in black.

The man in black dodged slightly.

He quickly grabbed the scroll book on the ground and was about to leave.

He no longer wants to fight, but Chu Liuxiang can't let him go.

The first move is to snatch the bibliography in hand.

But after all, it's just ordinary paper, so how can it beat the competition between two masters?

With a sound of "tearing", the book was broken into two halves.

Chu Liuxiang only had time to see the word "Tuogu" before she had to back away.

Because the thunder-like sword glow had already struck.

Unexpectedly, the knife was not for killing people.

The man quickly jumped out of the window after making the knife.

Chu Liuxiang sighed.

The remaining paper in the ground has been pulverized by the knife point.

'Dingyou Year·Xinhai Month·Guihai Day'

'Tuogu'

What's the secret?

Wu Qun got up early today, but when she woke up, Wu Hua was not by her side.

She lay down on the bed and sighed leisurely.

But he was too lazy to get up and get dressed.

The spring is just right, and the beauty on the side of the beauty through the window is shockingly beautiful.

She seems to be getting more and more beautiful.

The half-closed long eyelashes flickered slightly, like a mountain elf.

That Xi Guang also covered Ru Wu's face with a layer of gold.

This is what Wuhua saw when she came in.

His footsteps paused.

Finally got in.

"What is Ah Qun thinking?"

The monk in white asked softly.

Wu Qun slowly opened her eyes and looked at him with a smile: "How do you know I'm not asleep?"

She smiled sweetly, and the pear dimples on the corners of her lips were almost intoxicating.

Those eyes seemed to be rubbed with finely crushed fallen flowers, giving birth to a touch of color.

Wu Hua smiled and said, "How could I not know you."

There seemed to be snow melting in his eyes, which made people feel hot.

Wu Qun understood the meaning of these words and blushed slightly.

She is also beautiful when she is shy.

The long eyelashes flickered lightly, like lotus leaves brushing the dew.

There was a hint of a smile in Wuhua's eyes.

Seeing him like this, Wu Qun rolled her eyes, but suddenly said: "I haven't put on a coat yet."

"Oh?"

Wuhua's eyes deepened.

The tashang beauty opened her hands capriciously: "Now you can dress me for me."

That tone was really spoiled, but who could bear to refuse her?

It would be good for such a beauty to say one more word.

The white-clothed monk stood in the backlight, his expression blurred.

But he moved, and walked towards the fallen beauty step by step.

Wu Qun smiled and stretched out her hand to look at him.

How does the siren seduce people?That's the way it is.

Wuhua suddenly thought of this sentence.

He has reached the side of the couch.

"Brother, it's time for morning class."

It's almost time.

The disciple who had been waiting outside the door knocked lightly.

Although Senior Brother Wuxiang is usually gentle and gentle, but these few days are special, everyone can't help but be more careful.

The little monk knocked a few times and got no response, so he boldly pushed the door open.

I saw that monk who was fine yesterday was lying on the ground bleeding profusely.

"Brother!"

The little novice yelped in surprise, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were broken on the ground.

The morning bell in Shaolin Temple has already rung.