[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Everyone who received the invitation this time knew that celebrating Yuan Dongyuan's birthday was just an appetizer, and the marriage with Wanfu Wanshouyuan was the highlight.

Wanfu Wanshou Garden is a very special existence in the rivers and lakes.

For young people who are just out of the rivers and lakes, as long as they can climb this high branch, they will naturally skyrocket from then on.

Why do you say that?

Because Mrs. Jin is really a very powerful woman.

And the marriage of Jin Ganoderma lucidum is naturally a piece of sweet pastry.

But now this sweet pastry was given to a blind man.

Although this blind man is much stronger than ordinary people.

Everyone is guessing whether Wuzheng Villa will make a move?

After all, it has been silent for many years.

None of these golden Ganoderma lucidums are known.

At the moment, she only has that regrettable blind man in everyone's mind.

Although he couldn't see him, he was the best man in the world.

Jin Lingzhi blushed slightly when she thought of his hand holding her face.

Jianghu women are always cooler than boudoir ladies.

Jin Lingzhi has not seen her sweetheart for two days.

"Where is your son's other courtyard?"

The maidservant in the courtyard was picking the dew from the lotus leaves when she heard a voice asking.

Turning around, she saw a girl in a fiery red dress.

She also held a whip in her hand.

Such characteristics are too obvious.

The maid slightly crouched down: "Miss Jin."

Jin Lingzhi nodded: "Where's the original Shaozhuang owner?"

The maidservant's eyes paused slightly: "The young master was called to the ancestral hall by the owner."

"Ancestral hall?"

This place turns out to be a place where mistakes are made.

Although Jin Lingzhi had doubts in his heart, he knew it was inconvenient to ask more questions.

So he rolled his eyes: "Since that's the case, then I'll wait here."

The maid crouched down and said nothing more.

She has already collected half a bottle of morning dew, and the mouth is tied with silk, which looks very delicate.

There is no one else in this garden.

Jin Lingzhi stared at her for a long time.

She has a hot temper, and it's not easy to see her like this.

"What are you doing with this morning dew?"

she asked suddenly.

Ayu smiled: "There is a saying in Jiangnan that making tea with this morning dew tastes better than mountain spring."

Jin Lingzhi also smiled: "It's quite elegant."

"After picking this bottle, send it to my room first."

She flicked her whip.

Ayu paused with her fingertips, and leaned slightly: "Miss, forgive me."

"This morning dew is going to be delivered to distinguished guests this morning."

"Guest."

"Which distinguished guest?"

Jin Lingzhi rolled his eyes.

She was born in a noble family, and she has always wanted to win the wind and the rain, but today was the first time she was rejected by a servant.

What's more, this morning dew is obviously used by women.

What kind of woman can be regarded as a distinguished guest by Wuzheng Villa?

Maybe it's a woman's natural sense of crisis.

Jin Lingzhi, who was still smiling just now, has changed a little.

Ayu bit her lip, but dared not answer.

When the owner of the young village left, he had explained that no one was allowed to disturb that girl.

Looking at Miss Jin's attitude now, if you say...

Ayu knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

Jin Lingzhi squinted his eyes, and suddenly drew out his long whip.

She has made up her mind today and insists on asking that person out.

With her status, killing a maidservant was naturally nothing more than a common thing.

The servant girl's face was already pale.

But she still dare not say.

Because if you say it, it will hurt ten thousand times more than this whip.

Thinking of that touching face, Ayu slowly closed his eyes.

But the whip didn't fall on him.

Jin Ganoderma tugged hard, the whip was already in someone's hand.

It was a man in a black brocade suit.

He looks very attractive to women.

At least most women will compliment his looks.

But Jin Lingzhi's hands had already started to shake.

Because everyone will not pay attention to his face when they see him at first sight.

They were already attracted by the sword in his hand.

That sword is his person.

With a gentle chill.

"It's never good for a young girl to be so angry."

Xue Yiren gently grasped the barbed long whip with his hand, and said calmly.

Jin Lingzhi pursed her lips and said with a forced smile: "Morning Dew makes tea elegantly, Lingzhi just wants to meet that distinguished guest."

She was still unwilling, but she had to bear with that person.

Even Wanfu Wanshouyuan had to take a step back from the name of the blood-clothed man.

Ayu kept his head down.

She still held the porcelain plate filled with jade dew in her hand.

Xue Yiren suddenly laughed, it was a very strange smile, like a sneer, but also seemed to have no meaning.

"Then you've seen it now."

He flicked the whip lightly and said lightly.

This movement seemed to be done casually, but Jin Lingzhi had no time to dodge, and was hit squarely by the whip.

She staggered back two steps, only feeling the burning pain in her right arm.

Jin Ganoderma lucidum has never suffered this kind of pain since its birth, and there is inevitably some hatred in its eyes at this moment.

Xue Yiren didn't look at her.

He just picked up the Yulu on the tray.

Ayu bent down slightly, and then retreated.

What happened today, in her capacity, must be rotten in her stomach.

Xue Yiren was playing with the jade bottle.

The hand that used to hold the sword was a little tender.

He turned his head to look at Jin Lingzhi, and said calmly: "Miss Jin still wants to stay here to enjoy the flowers?"

If you want to change to someone else, you have to leave Mrs. Jin with a little bit of face.

Naturally, a status like Xue Yiren doesn't have to be taken into account.

Jin Lingzhi's face turned red and white, he gritted his teeth, and finally left with the whip.

Xue Yi's face was indifferent.

Playing with the jade bottle, he looked at the cloud-colored smoke shadow on the high platform.

Wu Qun looked over if she felt something, and slightly hooked the corners of her lips.

Where is the most lively place in the rivers and lakes at this time?

Naturally, it was Wuzheng Villa.

Wuhua has also arrived in Taiyuan.

But he didn't come to watch the fun.

He's here to find someone.

He naturally knew where A Qun was.

A few days ago, the killing of young disciples outside Wuzheng Villa may not have attracted much attention, but Wuhua knew that in this world, except Aqun, who else has such ability?

For these people born in the rivers and lakes, beauty is never as important as fate.

Because beauty is easy to get, but there is only one life.

Except Ah Qun.

Her existence was originally beyond life and death.

When a man sees the flower watered with painstaking efforts, he will always have the courage to kill.

Just ask her to smile.

What's more, she has always been playful.

Wuhua's eyes dimmed.

Wu Qun didn't like high places.

But since someone told her that she could see more from high places, she often came to visit.

what did she see?

She saw nothing.

So Wu Qun never understood those people.

There have always been only clouds and stars and moons in this sky.

She sighed slowly: "Is there anything you most want to do?"

The voice was soft and seemed a little sad.

Xue Yiren had heard this question many times.

Someone asked him this when he was learning swordsmanship at a young age.

I also heard it when I first came out of the rivers and lakes to fight ten thousand swords with one sword.

Now on this high platform, someone asked again.

He leaned against the railing, rubbing the sword in his hand.

He said lightly: "I have done everything I wanted to do in my life with this sword in my hand."

This is an extremely proud sentence, but it seems very natural for him to say it.

Wu Qun got the answer but still didn't raise her eyebrows.

She seemed to be caught in a vicious circle: "You got what you wanted."

she murmured.

He sighed again: "But I don't have anything I want to do."

Xue Yiren's eyes were a little strange.

Wu Qun turned around and looked at him: "You don't believe it?"

"I thought a beauty like you always wanted more."

Xue Yiren said lightly.

Wu Qun smiled.

She seldom smiled heartily, and her eyes were crooked at this moment, which was rare and innocent.

"If you say that, then I have to say the same thing."

Her voice was also stained with a smile, like the sun melting into Jinping after the rain, and the corners of her lips curled up unknowingly.

"Oh?"

Xue Yiren asked.

Wu Qun rolled her eyes: "I like skirts."

"I like to collect a lot of beautiful dresses."

"A lot of girls seem to like it."

Xue Yiren said lightly.

Wu Qun shook her head: "It's not the same."

"They're not as pretty as me."

Xue Yiren agrees with this point.

"I can send you a dress."

he said suddenly.

"You want to give me a dress?"

Wu Qun asked with a smile.

Xue Yiren also had a smile in his eyes: "Are you going to reject me?"

Wu Qun blinked: "Is there no one in this world who has never rejected Xue Yiren?"

Xue Yiren thought for a while and said, "Maybe they rejected me after they died."

"Then I can't refuse you now."

She looked at the man holding the sword with a smile, her eyes seemed to have a peach blossom, and her long eyelashes flickered to seduce people's hearts.

This is a kind of lustful beauty that teases men's minds.

Xue Yiren remembered the first time he touched a sword.

His eyes couldn't help but darken, and he leaned forward slightly.

His hands tightly hugged the slender waist, and the hot blood almost melted.

Wu Qun slightly closed her eyes.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly like a frightened heron.

Such a gesture is too lingering.

Veins had already appeared on the hands that were turning the beads.

Wuhua closed her eyes, only feeling the killing intent in her heart.

"A skirt."

He sighed and said softly:

"It turned out that I was wrong."

He should have known earlier, he should have known then.

Since it is proof of sin karma, why not reopen Avici Hell.

He shouldn't be too soft-hearted towards her.

Wu Hua seemed to have thought of something, slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and her eyes were filled with ink.