[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The sky is bright, the other day is cold, and the air of the morning cooking is rising. This seems to be the most ordinary morning.

The teaching in the mansion is over, and Wuhua is about to leave.

He stood all night in the lotus-picking yard that had been erected earlier in the pavilion, and even the monk's robe was stained with dew.

The expression of the monk in white was still so gentle and calm, as if nothing in this world could move him.

Wu Qun looked at the Chinese document in her hand and frowned slightly: "Master is going back?"

Wu Hua nodded: "The poor monk went down the mountain this time for the purpose of preaching. If this matter is a matter of course, it is natural to go back."

Wu Qun bowed her head and remained silent.

Wu Huaxin sighed: "Is there a place for the girl?"

She is always easy to soften the heart.

The handsome beauty slowly shook her head, her slightly frowned brows looked like dark mountains.

The monk should go back to the temple, so where should she go?

Thinking of this, Wu Qun raised her head slightly, looked at the handsome monk in front of her and said seriously: "Does Shaolin Temple accept nuns?"

She glanced at her crow-colored temples, feeling a little bit reluctant.

Wu Hua didn't seem to expect her to ask such a question, and then she burst into laughter: "The nun is going to the nunnery."

He stared slightly, with a slight smile in his eyes.

Wu Qun blushed, her face was as clear as a lotus, and she said softly:

"Here, I only know Master~"

Her words were tactful, but her tone of voice was full of the beauty of Su Nong's soft words, and she was so drunk that even the whole house was drunk in the blink of an eye.

Wuhua sighed lightly: "Anyang is still three days away from Putian, so the girl may suffer?"

Wu Qun lowered her eyebrows, and replied softly, "Ah Qun saves it."

"Let's go then."

Listen to the gentle words of the monk in white.

Wu Qun raised her head, and saw a pair of slender hands stretched out in front of her eyes.

Wu Qun pursed her lips, and Zhu Sedankou's fingertips moved slightly.But still let him hold it.

"Aren't we going to say goodbye to the master's house?"

she asked softly.

Wuhua shook her head: "No need."

He didn't say much here.

Wu Qun didn't ask any more questions.

On the high platform of the son-in-law's mansion, Zhu Yan looked at the two people's backs and narrowed his eyes slightly.

She was still wearing the old clothes, her figure was graceful and graceful, and the white brocade skirt was floating slightly, as if spring flowers were soaking in water, and the hibiscus was the same color, and the geese in the core seemed to be flying.

Apart from this body, the beauties in this world are nothing more than that.

"Dark seven."

he whispered.

A person suddenly appeared on the originally empty high platform.

The man knelt respectfully, his lowered eyebrows were as sharp as knives.

Zhu Yan knocked on the fan and said in a drunken voice, "Go and protect A Qun."

The man in black responded and disappeared suddenly.

Zhu Yan leaned on the empty bar and smiled, the wine jug in his hand was already empty: "I know it's dangerous to go to Shaolin, but I still have to take her with me."

"Wuhua, Wuhua, what do you want to do?"

He thought of the beauty of that beauty, and licked the corner of his mouth slightly.

The journey is far away, Wu Qun thought she was going to go by land this time, but Wu Hua shook her head.

"It's safer on the water."

She didn't understand the meaning of this at first, but after seeing so many assassinations along the way, she also understood.

He lowered the curtain and said softly, "This is already the sixth call."

They came in the same black boat, and the boatman's hands were steady, even though there were endless fights in the water, they never felt bumpy.

Sitting on the bow of the boat, Wu Hua looked at Cong Jian on the bank: "A Qun, are you afraid?"

His voice is still gentle and calm, and his white monk robe is like a high mountain peak, standing still.

"Not afraid."

Wu Qun shook her head, her white and tender feet swayed in the river water, and water droplets slid down Dan Kou's toes.

Especially with the magnificent color of the morning glow on the face, even the sunset is fascinated.

She was born here, so she never had to be afraid.

Wuhua smiled, and suddenly flew up.

The poisoned arrow was already in front of him, but was knocked down by Ping Ying's palm wind.In the blink of an eye, thousands of traces appeared again, without any leakage.

It is Shaolin Fengping Palm.

None of the seemingly tight arrows could get close to the hull of the ship.

Wu Qun twitched her lips slightly when she heard the wind coming through the air.

The arrow that passed by the ear was gently held by a pair of hands.

"Master, isn't the arrow afraid of poison?"

She winked and smiled.

Wu Hua smiled: "If I hurt you, wouldn't I be a man?"

He sighed, and with force in his palm, the poisonous arrow was thrown back again.

Someone else seemed to have fallen in the woods.

Only then did Wu Qun believe that this holy monk with a high wind spirit would also kill without blinking an eye.

The shore seems to be quiet.

The setting sun slanted on the river like blood-colored splendor, and the color of the water was also somewhat bleak.

Wu Qun frowned, her toes dangled in Huaguang's water mirror, and she seemed to feel bored, so she slowly retracted it.

The vermilion danko is soaked with water drops, and blooms gorgeously under the sun's rays.

Those feet rested lightly on the white brocade socks.

Wuhua's gaze sank, and she suddenly reached out to catch the snowy color.

When you touch it, you feel delicate and tender, as if the Kunlun snow reflects the coldness.

With dim eyes, he took out a brocade handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it lightly. He moved gently, and the heat in his palm spread to the handkerchief.

Wu Qun half-closed her eyes and let him hold them, the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

It seemed that the hot air spread through the whole body through the veil, and the willow waist was half softened by the brocade dress and skirt, which made people feel hot.

Jiang Xin's fine waves swayed slightly.

This was what Chu Liuxiang saw when he emerged from the water.

The monk and the stunning beauty always have the meaning of writing taboo, not to mention such a daydream scene.

"Master Wuhua!"

His expression was suddenly a little strange.

But Wuhua didn't look at him, she put down the veil and put on the shoes and socks on the man with a natural expression, and turned around only after the lotus and jade-colored stalks came together.

Put your hands together and say, "Chu Xiangshuai."

Chu Liuxiang touched her nose and jumped from the water onto the boat.

He has been floating on the sea all year round, so it goes without saying that his water quality is natural. Even the boatman is not sure how long he has been underwater.

Wuhua didn't care about it, he seemed to be born so indifferent.

Chu Liuxiang naturally knew that he was an arrogant person, so he would never have thought that Wuhua would one day...

He paused slightly at this thought, with a strange expression on his face.

"Why is Xiangshuai in the water?"

Wuhua asked quietly.

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly: "Could it be that Master hasn't heard about it yet, I got into big trouble, and I've been running for my life for many days."

He originally went to find Huang Luzhi, but when he got there, he realized something was wrong.

Quiet.

It was so quiet.

It's a bit like the Bamboo Forest Inn that day.

Chu Liuxiang's footsteps paused, the wind gently blew open the half-closed door of the hut, blood on the threshold flowed down the steps.

Drop by drop reflects.

He couldn't move anymore, because the footsteps were close to his ears.

The forest seems to have turned into a net of heaven and earth, making it impossible for people to escape.

Chu Liuxiang sighed.

Sure enough, seeing the person coming, he said angrily: "I didn't expect that even the gentleman's sword can't escape your poisonous hand!"

It was Wudang Chang Yun Daoist who spoke, and the dozen or so people behind him were all famous martial arts masters. They seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Chu Liuxiang didn't speak, because he now has another skin on his face, which is very different from Chu Liuxiang.

But his heart suddenly beat faster.

Changyun's fingertips moved slightly: "Did Xiangshuai think that he could bluff all of you with just one card?"

He had obviously decided that he was Chu Liuxiang.

This □□ was made by Su Rongrong, so others would not be able to see it.

Thinking of the note at the door of the room last night, Chu Liuxiang narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling that she had fallen into a terrible trap.

Hearing what he said, Wuhua frowned and said, "Does Xiangshuai have any clues now?"

Chu Liuxiang shook her head: "I have some doubts about that disciple of Shenshui Palace, but I don't know why she would do this. Yongcui Villa, Junzi Sword, this has involved a lot."

"It seems that no matter where you are in trouble, you will always find Xiangshuai."

Wuhua smiled.

Chu Liuxiang also smiled wryly.

"Are you a very interesting person?"

Wu Qun lay on the bow of the boat and listened for a long time, then asked softly.

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose, a little puzzled: "Why do you ask such a question?"

Wu Qun shook her head and smiled, "Because these interesting things will always happen to you."

Chu Liuxiang smiled, thinking that this is really a simple girl.

"You think I'm wrong?"

Wu Qun turned around and looked at him.

Before boarding the boat, Chu Liuxiang had imagined the beauty's appearance many times. She was so charming just from the back, and how stunning she was from the front.

When she turned around, he knew that men always have bad roots.

Clouds and veils on the temples, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like spring waves, everything in the world melts in the shallow dimples on the lips.

She was born to be in the life of a man.

No wonder no flowers...

Such a beauty is naturally nothing.

Chu Liuxiang couldn't help sighing: "The beauty of the girl is probably not as good as that of Shi Guanyin, who was hailed as the number one beauty in the past."

"Once upon a time?"

Wu Qun tilted her head and asked with a smile.

Her voice is soft and soft, which makes people feel relieved.

Chu Liuxiang glanced at Wuhua, whose face remained unchanged, and said, "If a beauty in this world meets a girl, she will naturally become the same as before."

"You can really talk."

Wu Qun blinked.

Wuhua said lightly: "Finally, I know why Xiangshuai has as many confidante friends as there are crucian carp crossing the river."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "Could it be that Master is jealous?"

He was joking, but he regretted it as soon as he said it. It is really wrong to put it on a Buddhist.

Although the scene at first sight was too charming, Chu Liuxiang didn't dare to speculate.

Wu Hua sighed: "I'm afraid that Xiang Shuai owes her beauty again."

These words mean a lot.

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly and touched her nose.

Wu Qun turned her head to look at the white-clothed monk, the smiling eyes under the setting sun were haunting, as if the rules and regulations could not be hidden.