[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The sun was shining directly on the window, and the inn was very quiet.

Wu Qun held a sword in her hand.

That sword is very beautiful, with twelve gemstones inlaid on the hilt, it looks like something to play with.

But the bitter chill at the edge of the sword showed that it was a murderous sword.

"What's the name of this sword?"

Wu Qun stretched out her hand to brush against the cold light, her white fingertips were like ice and snow.

Tang Tian Zong smiled.

His brows and eyes are full of laziness: "This sword is called Jishou."

"Why is it called such a sad name?"

Wu Qun frowned lightly.

The young man in blue smiled and said, "Because his previous master changed his name to this."

"Former master?"

The sword moved forward slightly.

Tang Tianzong sighed: "A Qun, my name is Tianzong, and my name is Jichou."

"Come late to know the sorrow of the sorrow."

The door has been pushed open.

The well-dressed young man leaned forward, his chest had been pierced by the long sword, and blood dripped continuously along the hilt of the sword.

And the one holding the sword is a pair of beautiful hands.

It was eerily quiet in the inn.

Tang Tianzong always smiled.

The sword had already penetrated very deep, he bared his teeth, leaned over and whispered in that beauty's ear: "I have never perfected others in my life, this is the first time."

The beauty narrowed her eyebrows slightly, and the water-red dress was mercilessly tight under the sunlight.

Wu Qun pursed her lips tightly.

Her hands were already stained with blood, leaving traces along her snowy wrists.

Tang Tianzong leaned his head slightly on her shoulder, looking at the white-clothed swordsman under the shadow of the door.

He was about to die, but his eyes were still fierce.

He watched Ximen Chuuxue for a while.

Suddenly laughed lowly: "Ah Qun, that 10 taels of silver..."

He leaned over and whispered in her ear:

"I'll give it to you as a dowry."

The voice was so small that no one could hear it except Wu Qun.

The closer he got, the more Wu Qun's hand moved forward.

Tang Tianzong smiled lightly, and kissed slightly next to the ear: "This sword is called Jichou."

He stretched out his hand to hold the hand on the hilt of the sword, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "I talk a lot, but I'm really going to die now."

Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly.

However, the young man in strong clothes gritted his teeth and moved his sword forward.

Quietly in the inn.

I do not know how long it has been.

Wu Qun slowly drew out the sword, she looked at the blood on the sword, suddenly feeling a little lonely.The red clothes and the sword were shaking down like flowers in autumn.

"he died."

she said suddenly.

Lu Xiaofeng stopped talking.Because he knew it wasn't meant for him.

He also looked a little lonely.

Ximen Chuuxue said indifferently: "Come back to Wanmei Villa with me tomorrow."

He has turned and walked out the door.

Wu Qun wiped the blood-stained Jian Ren clean.

Her gaze turned to Lu Xiaofeng: "You want to go too?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "I always feel that maybe you need to be alone at this time."

How can a girl not be shocked after killing someone?

What's more, it might be someone who likes her.

Wu Qun shook her head slightly: "I want to bury him first."

Tang Tianzong's tomb stands on the hill behind the inn.

Wu Qun carved two words with her sword: Jishou.

Come late to know the sorrow of the disease.

Lu Xiaofeng had wine in his hand.Maybe he didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only sigh: "People always die when they do something wrong."

The mountain is quiet, and the evening wind blows a faint fragrance of flowers.

Wu Qun put the narcissus beside the tomb and shook her head slightly: "He did nothing wrong."

"He died for me."

"I know."

Lu Xiaofeng stopped talking.

Because he didn't know if she was right or not.

Tang Tianzong killed many people, but in the end he died so embarrassingly.

The sun sets and rises again.

There are just more tombstones on this mountain.

Wu Qun is leaving too.

She rejected Ximen Chuuxue's sword.

"You want to use this sickness?"

Lu Xiaofeng asked.

Wu Qun nodded.

She seemed to have faded away from her youthful spirit, and there was a layer of swordsman's coldness and bleakness in her brows, but she was still amazingly beautiful.

Lu Xiaofeng could already imagine how many people in this Jianghu would die by that sword.

Quietly in the inn.

"That's fine too."

Ximen Chuuxue's gaze remained unchanged, the first sword to kill always had more meaning.

He reached out and took the cup of apprentice tea and drank it.

When he got up, he said: "If one day you will be a disaster for the martial arts."

He paused, his voice cold:

"I will kill you with my own hands."

"it is good."

The beauty in red had soft eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of her lips were slightly drawn.

The three horses had quietly left the town.

Lu Xiaofeng parted with them when he left the officialdom.

He is a prodigal son, and a prodigal son never stays in one place all the time.Although the wine at Wanmei Villa is delicious, the beauties are also very pleasing to the eye.

But he knew that if he still wanted to continue being a prodigal son, then Lu Xiaofeng should leave.

Wu Qun leaned slightly, chatting about traveling in the setting sun.

The water-red skirt reflected the setting sun and sunset glow in the sky, which was particularly moving, as if the afterglow was all expressed in those clear and gentle eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard, suddenly laughed and galloped away.

That figure quickly disappeared, leaving only light dust on the official road.

Naturally, they did not follow the same path.

Lu Xiaofeng is going to Jiangnan, while Wu Qun and Ximen Chuuxue are going to Saibei——Wan Mei unexpectedly let Saibei go.