[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The two are naturally separated.

Ximen Chuuxue chose the road heading east, and the horse's hooves splashed through the water stains and galloped.

He walked for a long time, but stopped by a small road.

Perhaps it was not he who stopped, but the horse.

This is a very spiritual horse, it will stop naturally when it smells blood.

And although the smell of blood was not strong, it was still very pungent after being washed by the rain.

Someone must be dead in this forest.

Ximen Chuuxue had dismounted.

The soil on the path outside the forest was a bit dark, and Ximen Chuuxue was no stranger to it, because it was this color many times when the blood on the tip of his sword dripped into the soil.

His brows were already wrinkled, and he slowly entered the forest along the blood trail.

There are indeed dead people in the forest, but they are the three elders of Bashan who were famous in the world in the past.

Two of them were pierced to death by iron claws, while the other had protruding eyes and was strangled to death.

The three corpses were randomly thrown aside, and the blood was washed by the rain and seeped into the soil.

Although the martial arts of the three elders in Bashan are not top-notch, the coordination of the three sword formations is very tacit.I don't know how many masters in the Jianghu died under this seamless attack.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned slightly looking at the wound, not many people could kill these three people at the same time.If it is Tangmen...

He already had the answer in his heart.

It is not for nothing that Tang Tianzong is called the most rare genius of the Tang Sect in the past 100 years.

Not only is he difficult to find opponents in mechanism skills, but he is also good in martial arts.

This is not bad, but it is only a modest word, because many people died under that still good martial arts.

Wu Qun was held tightly around his waist by him.

The horse walked along the path.

It is not forward, but backward.

This is really a very clever trick.Because no one would have imagined that the two who were supposed to go to Sichuan returned to the inn where they met for the first time.

Often the most dangerous places are the safest places.

Tang Tianzong was already drenched, but he kept leaning forward.A man can't let a woman get wet.

Wu Qun wrapped her body in a strong blue gown and gently leaned against the man's arms.

It's night time.

The steed galloped into a town.

At this time, Wan Hu had already slept peacefully, Tang Tianzong didn't get off his horse, he sat on the horse for a long time before getting off slowly.

Then he reached out to help the girl who was lying limply on her stomach.

His hands were cold, almost like the hands of a dead man.The burst veins were also stained with blood.

Wu Qun's gaze paused slightly: "You're hurt."

Tang Tianzong's face remained unchanged: "Let's live here tonight."

Seeing that the girl in the water-red dress was still a little worried, he smiled slightly and said, "It's just a small injury."

They lived in a decent inn.

After Tang Tian went in, he threw an ingot of silver on the counter, and the sleeping boss immediately woke up.

He touched his neck first, then quickly picked up the silver on the table.

"How many rooms does the guest officer have?"

He didn't seem to see the gleaming mask and the blood-dripping hands.

He is already blind.

The people who opened the inn are all blind, they only recognize money.

And money is indeed a life-saving thing.

"Two rooms."

"A room."

But there were two voices speaking.

The boss has bowed his head.Because he heard a female voice asking for a room, a beautiful female voice, gentle and moving.

So he could only close his eyes tightly.

Such a woman must be a beauty, and a beauty happens to be the most unsightly person in the world.

Tang Tianzong stared at the beauty for a while.His gaze was a little strange.

In the end, he smiled and said, "Two rooms."

There was no one talking in the inn.

The boss lowered his head and led the man to the door and left.

The two upper rooms are separated by a wall in between.

It was late at night.

The candle was never extinguished.

Wu Qun was lying on the couch, looking at the flickering light and shadow on the screen, wondering what she was thinking.

Her eyes are very touching.

There is a very bleak beauty.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Tianzong heard a soft question from the other side of the wall, "Are you still awake?"

His hand holding the dagger paused:

"I never sleep at night."

The dagger was stuck in the rotten flesh of the shoulder, and some black blood had festered around it.

Wu Qun turned over lightly, a little curious: "Is this the Tang Sect's rule?"

Her voice was very soft and cautious, as if she was afraid of asking something that shouldn't be asked.

Tang Tianzong dug up the piece of carrion.

Beads of sweat on his forehead slid down the side of his face, and the half of his unmasked face was a bit stern.

He paused for a while, but smiled lightly: "This is my rule."

Wu Qun still lay quietly on the couch and listened to the rain hitting the window.

"Tomorrow is the third day."

she whispered.

Tang Tianzong glanced at the black blood pooled around him with complicated eyes.

During the day, when he was strangling the three elders of Bashan to death, he was accidentally stabbed in the shoulder bone with an iron hook by that person, but he did not expect that the hook head was poisonous.

It doesn't matter if it is an ordinary poison, but the poison is quenched with the venom of the sand snake. If it is to be detoxified, it must be supplemented with the snake gall of this snake.Otherwise, the toxicity will continue to spread.

The piece of carrion has been dug up, but there is still black blood stasis around it.

Tang Tianzong took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and sprinkled it on it, frowning slightly.

His lips were tightly pressed, and the black blood dripped slowly along the powder as if it had been melted.

The room was very quiet, and Wu Qun heard the man ask after a long time, "Do you want me to lose or win?"

Tang Tianzong's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had merged with the night.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and said lightly, "You're hurt."

Even though the person on the opposite side tried his best to conceal it, the smell of blood could not deceive anyone.With such a strong blood, how could it be a small injury?

Tang Tianzong suddenly laughed.

He smiled playfully, but the expression in his eyes was somewhat complicated.

The injured area has been wrapped with white gauze.

He leaned his head back on the table, maybe with some force the gauze oozes some blood, the white has been stained red.

"I've had so many injuries, it's nothing."

His tone is still light.

Wu Qun stopped talking.

Because whether this person is hurt or not has nothing to do with her.

But it was really hard to fall asleep that night.

She lay on the couch and softly hummed a little song she had heard somewhere.

The song is very gentle, and the girl's voice is very moving.

Tang Tian sighed, "Can you dance?"

Wu Qun's voice paused: "Yes."

She got up and got off the couch, stood by the wall for a while, then reached out and tapped lightly: "What song do you like, I'll dance it for you."

Tang Tian shook his head: "Where is your hometown?"

The hand on the other side of the wall paused slightly: "Western Region."

"It will take a long time to walk after leaving Yumen Pass."

Her voice was soft, as if she didn't want to say much.Tang Tianzong would rather believe that she had other reasons for worshiping Ximen Chuuxue as her teacher.

So he just smiled lightly: "My home is in Sichuan."

"I know."

Wu Qun also smiled.

Her eyebrows and eyes may be swaying under the candlelight.

Tang Tianzong paused: "That's also a very good place."

His voice was a little lonely.

Wu Qun shook her head: "Let me show you how to dance to the sky."

she said suddenly.

The two rooms are separated by a wall, so what's going on over there is naturally invisible here.

Tang Tianzong closed his eyes slightly, listening to the tiptoes of the beauty on the other side of the wall.

Flying Dancer has a magnificent posture, her limbs and limbs are full of beauty, and her water-red sleeves are raised high, as if she is riding the wind.

Occasionally, there are candles shining on the coffin of the window, as if the panic-stricken beauty came through the sky.

The morning glow and the fog are touching.

"Do you want me to lose or win?"

When the sun was rising, someone seemed to ask again.

Lu Xiaofeng walked westward.

That road leads directly to the Tang Gate in the middle of Shu.

He walked for a long time, and the rain had stopped.

His horse also stopped.

Because he finally realized that he might be on the wrong track.

The road was too quiet, but that was no reason for him to stop.

Horseshoe prints can be washed off when it rains.

But what if the rain stops?

He walked all night, but there was still no trace ahead.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly thought, might that person use horseshoes to mislead them.

And he didn't actually leave.

Thinking of this, his complexion has changed.

Both he and Ximen Chuuxue chose to go forward, what if that person chose to go backward?

Although this is just speculation, Lu Xiaofeng feels that it is close to the truth.

His intuition has always been accurate.

He knew he had guessed right when he saw Ximen Chuixue at the four intersections.

The white-clothed swordsman said calmly, "We've been tricked."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly: "They must have gone back."

It was already daylight.

Yinshi rain stopped last night.

After a long period of rain, the sun shines on the ground and is soft.

The horse was tied up in the inn, and they did not leave.

"Aren't we leaving?"

Wu Qun asked softly.

Tang Tianzong said: "I'm not leaving."

His eyebrows were light, and he looked a little lazy.

Wu Qun lowered her eyes slightly.

But a wooden hairpin was handed over.

The wooden hairpin was only carved from ordinary wood, and there were not many decorations on the hairpin, it was just a simple narcissus.

The narcissus has not yet bloomed, and the buds are slightly closed, but they are also delicate.

"I carved it in my free time last night."

The well-dressed young man leaned lazily on the table, raised his head slightly, and the wine in his mouth slid down his throat.

The wine is specially brewed by the store, and it smells strong.

Tang Tianzong's throat rolled slightly, and he felt that his heart and lungs were burning.The pain on the shoulder seemed to be numb, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Wu Qun smiled lightly: "I like it very much."

She played with the hairpin, and finally reached out and pinned it to the temple.

Slightly turned his head to look at the blue-clothed youth.

Tang Tianzong looked at it for a while, then suddenly chuckled: "It's crooked."

He slowly settled down and held the hairpin.

Wu Qun felt a scorching breath coming over her face, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she let the man's bony hands pass through the bun.

The sound of hooves is approaching.