[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

It was already dawn.

Nangong Ling had already left last night.

He was here to ask a question, so he should leave after knowing the answer.

Another group of people came to the inn this morning.

They are all from the Jianghu, so naturally they are also involved in the Jianghu affairs.

Wu Qun didn't care about these things.All she cares about is whether her skirt is wrinkled or not, and whether the pearls on the toes of her shoes are dusty.

When the two had already walked outside the door, a young man with a long whip suddenly stood up.

"Hold on."

As soon as he spoke, the whip nimbly struck at the monk who was walking behind.

Wuhua didn't look back, but she had already grabbed the long whip.

With a little force, the boy fell to the ground.

The big man who followed quickly helped the aggrieved boy up.

He bowed his head and thanked: "Thank you, Master Wuhua, for your mercy."

The young man was about to say something, but after hearing what the big man said, his eyes suddenly widened: "You say he is Miao Seng Wu Hua?"

The big man nodded.

The young man seemed to have remembered something, and held back what he was about to blurt out.

Jin Banhua and Yongcui Villa have been on good terms all year round, they came this time to inquire about Beauty Baiyu, but they had no intention of feuding against this high disciple of Shaolin.

Wuhua's footsteps did not stop.

His steps are still slow, and the soles of his shoes are not stained with dust, but no one dares to stop him anymore.

Miaoseng Wuhua, this name is enough to shock a thousand young people.

Everyone could only look at the beauty who had gone away reluctantly, and did not come back to their senses until the back was completely gone.

Out of the bamboo forest is the post town, Wu Qun looked at it for a long time but didn't see the officers and soldiers guarding the city, she knew in her heart that the monk must have known about it a long time ago.

She has slept for many years, this is the first time she came to such a busy city, looking left and right, it is rare and novel.

Until it is held by a slightly cool hand.

"Be careful getting lost."

Flowerless said lightly.

Wu Qun blinked and let him hold her hand, not caring.

The two walked through the downtown area to a restaurant.

The layout of the restaurant is quiet and elegant, it looks like a Buddhist temple.

"Arhat Shangsu, Jade Rolls, Spring Season..."

Wuhua ordered a few dishes at random.

"This is Ru Zhai under Shaolin Temple."

Seeing Wu Qun was rather curious, Wuhua explained in a gentle voice.

"Master brought me here, isn't he afraid of causing misunderstanding?"

Wu Qun looked out the window and asked softly.

Wu Hua smiled: "Don't worry too much, the benefactor, the heart of a poor monk is like a mirror, and the person who sees people is also like a mirror."

While talking, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Hearing a clear and gentle voice, the Su Yi disciple outside the door paused, slowly opened the door and walked in.

Wu Qun stood leaning against the window, her figure curled like smoke under the soft light, her long crow-colored hair seemed to be gilded with golden light, it was indescribably gentle and beautiful.

The disciple who had just entered Buddhism was stunned.

When the beauty in front of the window turned around, she immediately lowered her head, not daring to offend again.

The Buddhist scriptures that kept my mind sober all the year round seemed to be useless, and the hand that placed the plate trembled slightly.

"Enough is enough."

Wuhua said warmly.

Disciple Su Yi suddenly came to his senses, secretly blaming himself for not cultivating enough.

When he looked at the calm and composed monk in white at the table, he couldn't help feeling a little respect in his heart.

Thoughts turned in my mind, but I quickly bent down and went out.

There was warmth in the fasting room, but Changchun Building in the bamboo forest not far away was not peaceful.

It was a very famous inn, there was no boss, only one waiter.

And the Xiao Er who once entertained Wu Qun and the others had been pinned to the pillar by a flying knife through his throat.

The building, which was bustling two hours ago, is now dead silent.

Chu Liuxiang sighed, but his footsteps did not stop.

"It seems that I have to go to burn incense."

He rubbed his nose and smiled wryly.

Li Hongxiu who followed behind frowned: "If you don't care about this business, you can burn incense later."

Chu Liuxiang didn't answer, because he knew that he had already gotten into trouble.

Because he saw a boy, a boy who couldn't possibly be here.

Seeing Chu Liuxiang staring at the table, Li Hongxiu was a little curious: "Who are these two people? I haven't seen them in Jianghu before."

Chu Liuxiang said: "The boy with the long whip lying on the table is the young master of Yongcui Villa——Li Yudao."

"Although he is not well-known, his father is well-known in the rivers and lakes."

Speaking of the number one swordsman in the world, those who are new to the rivers and lakes may think of Xue Yiren.

But veterans like Chu Liuxiang will not forget another sword, the former number one swordsman in the world-Li Guanyu.

The swordsmen in the rivers and lakes could never surpass him.Only relying on the Jiujiu 81-style Lingfeng swordsmanship, it is called Dynamic Martial Arts.

Li Guanyu became obsessed with swords, and only had two sons when he forgot his age.

But now the youngest son died for no apparent reason in this inn in the wilderness.

Chu Liuxiang frowned, and reached out to touch the neck of the person on the table.

"The blood is still hot, the murderer has just left."

Li Hongxiu looked at the wound on his neck: "It was pierced by a sword through the throat, the person who came here must be a first-class expert."

As the son of the world's number one swordsman, Li Yudao's martial arts are not as good as his elder brother Li Yuhan's, but his whip skills should not be underestimated.The martial arts that can make him fall silently must be top-notch, or even better.

Chu Liuxiang shook his head: "Young master doesn't have much experience in the world. If you are a master of assassination, you only need a little skill."

"You mean the Central Plains is a little red?"

Li Hongxiu asked.

Chu Liuxiang didn't answer, but instead turned her gaze to Xiao Er's corpse pinned to the pillar.

"Hongxiu, how much of Rongrong's disguise have you learned?"

"Five points."

Li Hongxiu said proudly, following his direction to look at the corpse hanging on the wall.

Take two steps forward slightly.

The flying knife was stuck in the throat, but when the blood flowed out, it was very different, it was the place where the jaw line was close to the face.

Li Hongxiu tapped lightly with his fingertips: "This person is easy to pass."

Chu Liuxiang nodded: "That man/leather mask must have used medicine before."

Human skin masks are rare, and imitators are even more difficult to find.

If the skin is not in use, it must be soaked in the medicine to warm it up, because of the medicine, it will show a difference at this moment.

Chu Liuxiang's eyes paused slightly, and she stretched out her hand to uncover Xiaoer's face.

Under the bloodstained human skin mask was a beautiful face with a beautiful face.

"woman?"

He touched the genuine Adam's apple with a strange expression.

Li Hongxiu took another careful look at the beauty, and sighed: "Maybe I know who she is."

"A flower picker who has been missing for many years, many people thought he was already dead, but I didn't expect to meet him here today."

"You mean Mrs. Xiong?"

Chu Liuxiang asked.

Li Hongxiu nodded.