[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Many people know who Xiong Niangzi is, but not many people know the relationship between Xiong Niangzi and Shenshui Palace.

Gong Nanyan is one of them.

She was born to know who Xiong Niangzi was, because of a face—an equally outstanding beautiful face.

Because of this face, she was appreciated by the jellyfish Yin Ji, and also because of this face, she appeared here now.

Since Xiong Niangzi disappeared ten years ago, there has been no news, but Yin Ji knows that he is still alive, at least at this time of year no matter where she is, she will come to see their daughter.

With Shenshui Palace being heavily guarded, it is impossible for no one to notice, and Yin Ji just turned a blind eye.

If a woman falls in love with a man, it is inevitable to be humble.

If you use more affection, you will have to endure all kinds of torture.

Yin Ji waited for a long time, from the first day of the year until now.But that person didn't show up.

So Gong Nanyan came.

Xiong Niangzi met Situ Jing ten times in this inn, and this is No.11.

The dilapidated inn was extremely silent in the bamboo forest.

When the door was pushed open, the sword in her hand was also shot.

Gong Nanyan's sword is inherited from the jellyfish Yin Ji, and she has never slacked off for a day since she started practicing, and she is considered first-class in the Jianghu.

But at this moment, her sword was caught by a pair of hands.

It was a pair of beautifully shaped hands with slender knuckles and clear veins.When it is flexible, it is like a frightened heron, but when it stops at this moment, it seems to flow into the sea, sinking and unbreakable.

Gong Nanyan first saw a sea blue gown.

It was a very handsome man.He is also the man that many girls like.

Because he is really attractive.

When those gentle and sharp eyes look at you, your heart can't help but beat faster.

But he is a prodigal son who will not stay for anyone.

"Chu Liuxiang."

Gong Nanyan muttered to herself.

The man touched his nose and said with a wry smile: "It seems that even the people in Shenshui Palace know me."

Dressed in white gauze like a saint, perfect appearance and extraordinary martial arts, the identity of the visitor could no longer be obvious.

He looked at Gong Nanyan with strange eyes, as if he saw something strange.

"Do you have a twin brother?"

Chu Liuxiang asked.

Gong Nanyan glanced at him, but still said: "My parents passed away early, and I am the only one left in the family."

Chu Liuxiang and Li Hongxiu looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.

Gong Nanyan looked at the two of them with a cold snort, and slowly withdrew his sword: "Why is Xiangshuai here?"

"Because I got into trouble."

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly.

As he spoke, he slightly staggered his steps and let the disciples of Shenshui Palace at the door enter the inn.

There are no living people in sight, and there are many celebrities among the 12 people.

Gong Nanyan didn't look at Li Yudao's master and servant lying on the table, but walked straight to the beauty lying on the counter as Chu Liuxiang expected.

That was the Xiong Niangzi who was let down from the pillar by Chu Liuxiang.

She held that face and looked at it for a long time, her eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish.Finally, he stretched out his hand and sighed.

"You really got into big trouble."

Gong Nanyan sighed after getting up.

"Oh?"

Chu Liuxiang glanced at Mrs. Xiong: "Could it be more troublesome than the young master of Yongcui Villa?"

"It's a hundred times worse than that."

Gong Nanyan narrowed her eyes.

Chu Liuxiang had already thought about it, and sighed: "What is his relationship with Shenshui Palace?"

Gong Nanyan had already hugged the beauty who died in such a miserable state: "If I were you, I should run away now."

"Although it's useless to escape, you can always struggle a few times."

Chu Liuxiang stopped talking.

"We can kill you now."

Li Hongxiu behind him said crisply.

Gong Nanyan smiled: "Of course someone else will come after I die. If someone asks you to come to this inn, there will be a way to prevent you from getting out."

"You believe it's not me?"

Chu Liuxiang understood what she meant and was a little surprised.

Gong Nanyan shook her head: "I believe it's useless. After tonight, everyone should know that Chu Liuxiang is dead."

Li Hongxiu's face turned pale: "Shenshui Palace is really so scary?"

Chu Liuxiang remained silent.

When walking to the door, Gong Nanyan suddenly asked: "Why didn't you leave earlier?"

Li Hongxiu glanced at Chu Liuxiang: "We just entered the inn for a while, and you came here."

Gong Nanyan nodded, and disappeared into the depths of the bamboo grove with the lady in her arms.

Wu Qun and Wu Hua left the town after eating Su Zhai.

Although the town with a bird's-eye view of Huatong is small, it extends in all directions.

The two boarded a ferry at the pier.

"Where are you two going?"

asked the fisherman who hadn't finished working at the ferry.

Only then did Wu Qun realize that he was blind, and turned to look at Wuhua.

Wuhua clasped her hands together and saluted:

"The poor monk and this girl are going to the river bank."

On the other side of the river is Anyang Mansion, which is the place where Wuhua is going to preach this time.

The old man nodded: "At noon, the clouds are wrinkled, and it looks like a wind is about to blow. Can the two of you feel relieved to let the blind old man go through?"

Wuhua smiled: "Why not."

The sun was about to set, and Wu Qun sat on the bow of the boat and watched the setting sun quietly.The sideways face is imprinted with red clouds, and even the ends of the eyebrows are tinged with beauty.

'She was born like a pearl', these words suddenly appeared in the mind of the monk in white.

This thought passed away suddenly, and Wuhua couldn't help but smile.

The boat has arrived in the middle of the river, the red clouds are in full bloom, the sky seems to be dizzy, and the mountains and the river are suppressed by the fine brocade of clouds and geese.

Wu Qun was tired from watching, so she bent down slightly, and gently lay on the monk's lap in white.

Wuhua froze slightly.

The raised hand was still lowered.

"Why didn't Master stop reading?"

Wu Qun asked softly.

Wu Hua closed her eyes and sighed, "What do you want to hear, Miss?"

Wu Qun thought for a while: "I want to hear something that can't be said."

Wuhua opened her eyes and looked at the girl lying on her knees, she probably had a very beautiful complexion, even the unruly eyebrows looked gentle and charming.

"Amitabha."

Wuhua sighed: "The poor monk can only speak Buddhist scriptures."

Wu Qun blinked her eyes: "I like to hear stories about returning to vulgarity."

There are no flowers and no words.

The beauty on the lap seemed a little disappointed: "You are really boring."

She was born to be favored, if she was not happy, it would be difficult to speak.

It was late at night.

A small boat on the river swings leisurely on the water.

The boatman's hand was still steady.

I don't know when it started to rain, and the drops fell into the black pendant. The beauty on her lap shrank slightly, and the raindrops dripped on her lips, glistening under the moonlight.

Wuhua's eyes darkened, she reached out and took off her monk's robe and put it on Wu Qun.

He moved forward, already blocking the raindrops from the eaves of the boat for her.

The beauty in her arms frowned, and leaned against the warm place, her snow-colored face was already radiant.

The young monk paused, but finally reached out and hugged her.Feeling the soft and clear snow gauze, she slowly closed her eyes.

When Wu Qun woke up, she was in an elegant and Zen-like wing room, but it was already the evening of the next day.

Resisting sleepiness, she got up slightly, the brocade quilt slipped down the gauze, and Wu Qun touched the embroidered shoes lightly with her toes, only to realize that they were not the pair from yesterday.

On the ground are a pair of Shu brocade Luoyun shoes, with a piece of hibiscus jade inlaid on the satin, which looks very luxurious.

The corners of Wu Qun's lips curved slightly.

"The girl is awake?"

The maid waiting outside the screen asked in a low voice.

"come in."

Wu Qun responded.

She had just woken up, her voice was still a little soft, and it sounded a little astringent.

The maid outside the door blushed, and her fingertips trembled slightly as she came in with hot soup.

Even though I had seen Yuzhi Qiongyao's demeanor last night, I still couldn't help but get breathless looking at it from such a close distance.

This kind of beauty has made people heartbroken, and even women can't be jealous.

The maid put the hot soup by the table, and looked at the beauty sitting on the table with only white socks, her heart trembled.

"Young lady caught cold yesterday, it's better to put on brocade shoes first."

Wu Qun shook her toes and asked softly, "Where did these shoes come from?"

Her posture is loose, but it makes people feel that this is the way it should be. Such a beauty should be more self-willed and let everyone dote on her.

"It was sent by Master Wuhua last night."

Under the gently swaying skirt, a section of ankle as white as jade was exposed, and the maid slightly lowered her head and replied timidly.

Wu Qun got a satisfactory answer, hooked her toes, and the brocade shoes had already stepped on her feet.

The maid let out a breath, feeling a little disappointed in her heart.

There are twelve attics in the son-in-law's mansion, and Wu Qun lives in Caiheyuan, which was originally prepared for Wuhua, but last night it welcomed a charming guest.

On the long pavilion with water, a man in a purple robe sat Yaoyue, the wine jar in his hand was already empty.

"Presumably in the near future there will be rumors in the world."

The man sighed.

"What's the rumor?"

The hand without the harp paused.

The man hurriedly said: "It is rumored that Master Wuhua has moved Fanxin, and he will give up the position of abbot of Shaolin, and he will return to vulgarity."

Wuhua casually plucked the strings: "The rumors are so unbelievable."

Zhu Yan turned around and stared at the white-clothed monk for a long time, then sighed: "You monk has a deep and unpredictable mind."

"I'm a little curious about how stunning that beauty that you protected is so beautiful."

Wuhua didn't answer.

His face under the moonlight was a little cold.

On the other side, Wu Qun was lying by the window listening to the faint music, and slightly curled the corners of her lips.

It was the tune she hummed in the bamboo forest yesterday, but now it was played by the white-clothed monk, and it seemed particularly lingering.

"Mountains have trees, trees have branches~" Wu Qun hummed softly along with the tune.

The image of the white-clothed monk, Fengshen Gaoche, seemed to appear in front of his eyes again.

He licked the corner of his lips lightly.

The maid at the side secretly glanced at the bright lips, and it seemed that a demon was born in her heart.

"Master~"

I don't know who sighed softly, and there was a curl of mist in the night.