[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Wu Qun and Ji took the stage in Liyuan that year and sang Farewell My Concubine.

Layers of costumes hung on the ground, and the beauty looked sad, reaching for the sword.

She shook her long sleeves and lowered her eyebrows.She looks exactly like Yu Ji.The people below couldn't help applauding, only a young monk sat in the corner and watched her quietly.

He was born with delicate features, looked young, and was out of tune with the sad guests in this pear garden.

A song ends.Everyone left sparsely.

Wu Qun didn't go backstage to remove her makeup.Wearing a costume, she went straight to the young monk.

"Master, did you understand?"

Wuhua raised her eyes and saw her looking at him with her arms propped up, and his appearance was reflected in her clear eyes.

Perhaps the actor's eyes are naturally seductive.

Wuhua was silent.

Wu Qun smiled lightly, and looked out the window in a blink of an eye.

The snow-skinned black hair seemed extremely gorgeous.

The first time Wuhua saw her was when she was 16 years old, when she moved to the mountains to learn opera from Boss Yu.

There are only two courtyards on Changsheng Mountain.

One is the Monk Temple, and the other is the dilapidated Liyuan.

When monks recite scriptures, they can always hear the babbling of the next door.

Therefore, many monks have returned to the vulgar.

The new beauty learns from Huadan, and Wuhua can see her singing in a melodious voice in the yard wearing brocade clothes every day.

This courtyard is naturally the monk's fasting room.

The pear garden is next door.

Wu Hua paused for a moment while flipping through the scriptures, and reached out to close the window.

As soon as he turned to the next page, the voice became louder again.He frowned and listened, the beautiful woman in brocade was singing Farewell My Concubine.

Just when he sang the part of being besieged on all sides, his voice stopped abruptly.

He gently opened the window, and saw the beauty outside the window, looking straight at him.She stretched out her hand to him with wide eyes, and said coquettishly, "I'm thirsty."

Wu Hua poured a glass of water and put it outside the window.

Wu Qun didn't move, she pointed to another cup on the table, the meaning in her eyes was obvious.

It was a flowerless cup.

"The benefactor is still thirsty." The monk smiled very gently, but the words he spit out were merciless.He smiled and closed the window.

Wu Qun stood outside the window and watched for a while, then turned around and went to practice in the yard again.

The weather is hot in the dog days, and Wu Qun feels a little dizzy while practicing.Leaning against the old locust tree at the door, I gasped.The beauty with a snow-white complexion is sickly, which makes people feel a little distressed when they look at it.

The opposite window opened slightly, and Wu Qun saw a glass of water placed outside the window.

The flowerless cup is made of glass.

That thing came from the Western Regions, and he is the only one in this mountain who can use it.

After Wu Qun put down the cup, the corners of her lips curved slightly.

She is a rare beauty in the world, and she is naturally good-looking when she smiles. Her eyes are curved, as if born with spring water.

The end is demagogic.

The monk's hands flicking through the scriptures paused.

It was already dark when the beauty left the temple, Wu Hua closed the scriptures and gently opened the window.

The glass of water was drunk clean.He frowned and picked up the cup, hesitated for a long time before placing it on the table.

His expression looked a little lonely under the moonlight.

Wu Qun is the only person on the whole mountain who can get close to Wu Hua.

When she was practicing, Wuhua was reading scriptures by the window.

She read it once in her spare time, the book was obscure, but Wu Hua read it seriously.

Wu Qun put the boiled medicine on the table, watching the monk take it and drink it without any care.

He seemed to be born with a hidden disease, and he could continue his life with decoction every day.

Wu Qun sighed and opened the window.The snow in the yard had melted a little, and she looked out of the door with her hands up, feeling a little melancholy suddenly.

"Master, is there anything you must have in this life?"

The room was silent, and it was only after a while that someone said:

"Have."

Wuhua's hand that flipped through the book paused, and the smell of medicine fermented in his mouth.He pursed his lips, looking a little fuzzy.

A bird that was not afraid of the cold flew over with fluttering wings and landed on the window edge.Wu Qun reached out and touched its snow-covered feathers, then turned to look at him.

The man looked down at the page marked, but did not speak again.

Wu Qun didn't speak, she lay quietly on the table.After a while, I hummed a ditty I didn't know where I heard it.

"There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king doesn't know~"

She hummed and hummed slowly.Wuhua gently closed the window, took off her monk's robe and covered her body.

He touched the scar on his heart with a strange look on his face.

When spring begins in March of Jing Runnian.

Boss Yu moved the Liyuan to the foot of the mountain, and Wu Qun followed.

A woman like her must be famous in the Jianghu.

Because of the title of the most beautiful woman, there are more people in the pear garden.There is no long-sighted vain attempt to get close to the beauty.

But the next day, his arms and legs were cut off and he was thrown by the river.

Naturally, some people want to find out the ranger, but they can't end up.

So someone said: This skirt girl in the pear orchard is protected by a ghost.

More and more people died, and many people actually believed this rumor.

But only Wu Qun knew that there is no such thing as a ghost in this world, it is just a crazy monk.

He killed again tonight.

Because that person hid A Qun's portrait during the day.

Wu Qun smiled lightly, and handed over the boiled medicine.There is a fishy smell in this medicine, but it has added human blood.

Wuhua frowned, but still drank it in one gulp.

He can't always have an accident now.

There are so many sinners in this world, what would A Qun do if he died?

Wuhua narrowed her eyes slightly.

But he heard a bell ringing in his ears, as if he was ordained when he was young, the sound became louder and louder.

"Fool, truth and falsehood are like dreams..."

Wuhua opened her eyes abruptly.

"Grandmaster."

Seeing that A'Qun sighed, she wasn't wearing the costume she often wore, but a wedding dress in the color of rosy clouds.

Red beauty.

That heart hurts more and more.

Wuhua slowly opened the collar, and three scars were imprinted on it.

"This first knife is returned to Tianfeng."

"Bloody feud, I have to avenge it."

"This second knife is returned to Nangong Ling."

"I have concerns in my heart, and I dare not die."

"This third knife is to be returned to Shi Guanyin."

"But for the sake of lovesickness, I will kill my heart a hundred times."

The cold river water filled his mouth and nose, and the sword wound on his chest became more and more painful.

Wuhua slowly closed her eyes and let her body fall into the river.

Ah Qun, it was a farewell in this life, never seeing each other again...

"Why is the girl sad?"

"Master's is so beautiful."

"The girl hasn't told the poor monk why she sighed."

"Because I lost a very important thing."

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