[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The three-day journey is not long or short.

Chu Liuxiang has arrived in the capital.

His horse was tired and paralyzed, and he changed three times at the post station during this period.

Chu Liuxiang threw away the ingot of silver, handed the horse to the horse breeder outside the inn, and entered the city.

Where are the most people in the capital?

Naturally, it is in the den of beggars.

Although the outside disciples of the beggar gang gathered in this place, the news was circulating.

The sun was strong at noon.

A dozen beggars lazily leaned against the wall to bask in the sun.

The gang of beggars has distinct levels, and those who only hold bowls in their hands are mostly beggar disciples.

Chu Liuxiang coughed, and put an ingot of silver into the broken bowl in front of him.

The sound of the silver being dropped into the bowl was crisp and clear.

The beggar didn't seem to hear it, and was still lazy.

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose: "Little brother, do you know where Elder Nangong is?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy corner immediately fell silent.

The beggars looked at each other and slowly stood up.

"Are you looking for Elder Nangong?"

asked the older beggar in the middle.

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly: "Everyone, don't misunderstand, I am an old acquaintance with Nangong Gangzhu."

Seeing those people, I was still a little hesitant.

Chu Liuxiang took out a tassel from his cuff.

There are ten tassels in total, and those who can get it are all close friends of the Beggar Clan.

This was given to him by Nangong Ling himself.

Chu Liuxiang's face already showed a hint of regret.

The leader Hanako took the copper spike and looked at it carefully for a while.

"Are you really friends with Chief Nangong?"

Chu Liuxiang nodded: "Don't dare to lie."

The few Hanakos in front looked at each other.

Chu Liuxiang watched from the side.

Then he heard the man in the middle say: "The young hero comes with me."

Passing through the beggar's nest in the west of the city is Jinyutang.

The old man stopped here, and pointed to the door: "Young man, please."

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose and slowly entered the hall.

There are four words on the plaque: loyalty, righteousness and filial piety.

There is still burning incense in the nearby cage temple.

But there was no one inside.

Chu Liuxiang took another two steps forward.

The courtyard behind the gate is full of almond trees.

Falling flowers rustled.

A man in a gray shirt was punching.

Chu Liuxiang watched quietly from the side.

Only when the man retracted his hand did he praise him, "Governor Ren is good at boxing."

Ren Ci slowly turned around.

He looks very serious, and there is a majesty between his brows.

When he saw Chu Liuxiang, he just said, "You're here."

He didn't seem surprised that he would come.

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly: "Is Gang Leader Ren waiting for me?"

Unexpectedly, Ren Ci nodded, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

There was some emotion in his eyes.

Chu Liuxiang sighed but didn't know what to say.

"Nangong Ling..."

He opened his mouth.

But the man opposite him shook his head.

"I know you're here for him."

He sighed: "Because I'm looking for him too."

"Are you looking for him too?"

Chu Liuxiang's expression was a bit incredulous.

Ren Ci nodded: "That's true."

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his pocket: "This is what he found under the bed the day he disappeared."

"It's been more than thirty days."

Chu Liuxiang took the letter and opened it slowly.

Nothing.

"This letter was originally like this."

Ren Cidao.

Chu Liuxiang's brows were already wrinkled, and the expression on his face was a little serious.

"He left with an empty envelope?"

Ren Ci sighed, "He seemed to be in a hurry when he left."

Who in this world can transfer Nangong Ling away with a blank letter?

A name has already appeared in Chu Liuxiang's mind.

"I dare to ask: Is Nangong Ling the son of Tianfeng Fourteenth Lang?"

He looked straight at Ren Ci.

Ren Ci's expression was startled, but he let out a long sigh.

He didn't seem to have thought that this long-hidden secret would come to light again.

Chu Liuxiang already understood.

He remembered what Tianzhu said, and asked again: "Does Nangong Ling have moles on her body?"

Ren Ci pondered for a while and said, "It seems that there is indeed a mole on the tiger's mouth."

Chu Liuxiang's heart sank.

Was it Wuhua or Nangongling who died?

He has spoken out the guesswork.

Ren Ci remained silent for a long time.

His face was already gray with death, and he aged a lot in an instant.

Who could make this old man who collapsed in front of his eyes like this?

"Leader Ren?"

Chu Liuxiang opened his mouth.

Ren Ci remained silent.

Chu Liuxiang also fell silent.

It took a long time before Ren Ci dryly asked: "What method do you think those people died from?"

Chu Liuxiang shook his head: "The cause of death of Mrs. Xiong and Li Yudao is unknown."

"Master Tianfeng and..."

He paused for a moment and then looked at Ren Ci: "Yu Wuhua died of Tianyi Shenshui."

Ren Ci said indifferently: "And Wu Xiang died by the Japanese ninjutsu slashing against the wind."

Chu Liuxiang nodded and said: "The man knew that Wuxiang had already known the truth through the old records, so he wanted to kill him in the same way. But he didn't want me to hide by the side."

"Then slashing against the wind will naturally expose it."

Ren Ci's fingers trembled slightly.

Chu Liuxiang stopped talking.

The old man turned around and said, "If that person knows the Dongying knife technique, he will be useless."

"How did the leader know?"

Chu Liuxiang asked.

Ren Ci sighed: "Because the moves of the beggar gang are extremely domineering, they need to be cultivated with corresponding mental methods. Once practiced, they must not be compatible with other exercises, otherwise they will definitely go crazy."

"Xiao Ling has been practicing for 18 years."

Chu Liuxiang sighed inwardly, but felt that it was true.

He couldn't tell whether he hoped that Wuhua was the murderer or that Nangong Ling was the murderer.

Both had been his friends after all.

Ren Ci was about to leave.

Chu Liuxiang sighed, bowed deeply to the door, but finally said:

"Chu will definitely bring back the body of the young gang leader."

Ren Ci's footsteps paused.

Listening to the man slowly go away.

In an inn in Putian:

Wu Qun was lying on the window looking downstairs leisurely.

She was always very sleepy these days, most of the time she fell asleep.Xu Shi had been lying on the bed for a long time, but now he woke up feeling as if he had lost all his bones, and could only lean against the window coffin limply.

At some point beside her stood a waitress in white. The veil on her face was so thick that it was hard to see her face clearly.

It was brought by Wuhua a few days ago, saying that he could protect her when he was away.

Qu Wurong saw her leaning against the window in only a thin brocade, and couldn't help saying:

"It's raining and cold, so the girl should close the window."

Wu Qun shook her head.

Who can force her when she doesn't speak?

Looking at the slightly sweeping gaze stained with lotus, Qu Wurong sighed but stopped talking.

She was still holding a bowl of medicine in her hand, which had been cold since an hour ago.

Wu Qun didn't care.

The drizzle outside the window has continued since the thunder last night until now.The street is empty, and the busy paving shops earlier have also been closed.

what is she looking at

Water or pedestrians sheltering from the rain under the eaves?

Wuhua holding an umbrella slowly appeared in the rain and fog.

He walked unhurriedly, his white clothes rattled by the wind and rain.

It seems that the bamboo hat on the head is about to be opened, revealing that face as bright as empty dust.

Even in this weather, the soles of his shoes are still clean.

The beauty lying on the window rested her chin and watched quietly.

There is no one in this weather, wouldn't it be amazing to see a white dress?

Wu Qun smiled lightly.

When the white-clothed monk looked over, he suddenly closed the window again.

Wuhua raised her head as if aware of it, but only saw a corner of mosaic patterns of cloud gauze and mist brocade.

The overlapping pattern is like half of the cloud and smoke, and then disappears.

Can't help but bask in the sun.

That wayward beauty suddenly closed the window made Qu Wurong a little surprised.

But she has always been a person who doesn't talk much, and people don't ask if they don't talk.

Wu Qun sat quietly on the chair, the petals on the table had been pulled out.

She frowned slightly, as if something was bothering her.

Those light feather-like eyelashes swept over lightly, and even the dim room was filled with clear light.

Qu Wurong lowered his head slightly.

There are some beauties that even women can't see.

The door moved slightly, and Wu Hua had already returned.

There was some dew on the white clothes, bringing the coldness of the whole room.

He first saw the beauty sitting with her back turned away, pink rose petals sprinkled all over the table, and even some redness fell on her sleeves.

The black medicine bowl was still in Qu Wurong's hand, but Wuhua already understood.

"A skirt."

The monk in white called softly.

Qu Wurong had already gone out and quietly closed the door behind him.

Before she left, she glanced at those two people and suddenly thought of Shi Guanyin.

that medicine...

She sighed, but stopped thinking about it.

How dare a person like her care about the life and death of others if she can't protect herself?

What's more, the medicine just makes people sleep more.

Wu Qun slightly turned her head to look at him, her eyes were filled with clear water, which spread away like that, and the pearly color at the end of her eyes was about to drop.

"You want to feed me medicine again?"

The white-clothed monk paused for a moment with his hand holding the medicine bowl, and said calmly, "Take the medicine, and the disease will be cured."

His voice was still gentle, but a bit strong.

Wu Qun shook her head: "I have already recovered from my illness."

Naturally, she also knew that something new had been added to the medicine.

If you take it during the day, you will fall asleep for five or six hours. When you wake up, the monk in white will probably have returned.

He always kept something from her.

Thinking of this, Wu Qun turned her head slightly, and her feathered hair lightly brushed the monk's bony hands.

Wu Hua's eyes darkened: "A Qun, don't be willful."

There was something dangerous in his words.

Wu Qun curled her lips, but was finally ready to take the medicine bowl.

The medicine had already been heated in the monk's hands, but the temperature was just right.

She frowned slightly, then suddenly pushed the medicine forward again, and said willfully, "I want you to feed me."

The voice was delicate and soft, even if it was annoyed, it was still seductive.

Wuhua suddenly laughed.

His eyes were imprinted with the beauty's indulgent look, and his slightly raised jaw seemed to be frozen with snow fat, which made people want to play with it.

He lowered his head and took a mouthful of the decoction, and slowly bent down to press down.

Wu Qun only felt that there was a shadow in front of her eyes, but when she raised her head slightly, she only felt a coldness on her lips.

The decoction slowly flowed down from the jaw, disappeared into the collar.

The lotus at the lapel seems to be getting more and more colorful.

Ink rolls in Huahua's eyes.