[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Wu Qun was indeed not in the Great Light Realm, she had already been sent to the belly of Kunlun Mountain at noon.

There is a boat on that hinterland.

She was sitting quietly on the boat in a water-red dress.

One more night, one more night before the flame will burst.

The boat is made of cold iron, and some materials are added in the middle.Surprisingly, it can last two hours in the fire slurry.

Wu Qun recalled Yu Luocha's words before leaving, and slowly raised the corners of her lips.

The logging pile outside has already started burning, and smoke is slowly rising from the hinterland.Even breathing became a little difficult in the cramped space.

The beauty in red quietly closed her eyes, lying on the boat as if she had fallen asleep.

I do not know how long it has been.

There was a gurgling sound from the ground below the boat.

The ice and soil could hardly hold back the bursting flames.

It's still an hour before the ugly time.

On the Great Light Realm:

The man in the black costume slightly squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Kunlun Mountain, with a careless expression.

"Master, it's still too late to get Madam out."

A masked man hesitated for a moment.

Yu Luocha shook his head.

Stretching out his hand to caress the big eagle that was resting on his hand, he said with a smile, "Ximen Chuuxue will go and save her."

His tone was indifferent, and the masked man immediately fell silent.

Although Yu Luocha was tempted, he still did not change his mind.

He is waiting, waiting for a good show.

"Destroy his way of the sword."

"Ah Qun, I'm looking forward to it~"

The man in the fancy dress smiled lightly.

Of course, he couldn't let go of the secret of the Twelve Red Mansions.

It was late at night.

A rooftop rises from the middle of the moon.

A graceful figure slowly reflected in the moon.

Under the roof is a raging fire, which will annihilate the moon in an instant.

The beauty seemed to be dancing in the fire.

She literally dances in fire.

Wu Qun lowered her eyebrows slightly.The water-red skirt was winding like a blooming narcissus.

It's wonderful to lift your bare hands lightly.

"Out of the sky!"

I don't know who screamed.

Everyone raised their eyes slowly, but they were already stunned.

The beauty has reached the moon, and her dancing posture is magnificent.

Although people can't see the face clearly, they are still fascinated.

The town seemed to have quieted down in an instant.

Jin Jiuling sighed, his eyes were fascinated and he said: "To see this girl in this life is not in vain."

Even the honest monk had to agree with this statement.

Huamanlou couldn't see it, but she could still imagine how beautiful this dancing posture is.

But he thought more in his heart.

He only hoped that the swordsman in white could save the girl faster.

Ximen Chuuxue came a bit late.

The fire slurry has lifted the boat up and melted into a roof.

Wu Qun lowered her eyebrows and spread her sleeves quietly.

It fell from the sky like a startled magpie, the red dress seemed to have turned into flames, and the magnificent clouds broke through the moon and came.

The splendor is gorgeous and breathtaking.

The fire slurry is about to destroy the rooftop.

That beauty's sleeves are raised high, and when she falls, she will turn into flying ash.

At the very moment, a pair of hands wrapped around his waist.

Everyone outside the mountain saw that the flame was rising slowly, and it had reached the top of the moon.That graceful and graceful back has also disappeared, and I can't help but feel sad.

Although Ximen Chuuxue caught Wu Qun, he was not safe.

The surrounding flames have spread up.

"Master."

The eyes of the beauty in red moved slightly.

The clothes were a little damaged by the fire, and even the face was covered with some dust, but it did not damage her beauty.

Even in this sky full of fire, it looks even more moving.

Wu Qun's eyes were full, and she seemed to have a thousand words, but in the end she just said: "Master, let's go."

She reached out and pushed the swordsman forward.

There is Fangshitai in front, which is far away, but it is the only place that has not been annihilated by the flames.

But Wu Qun knew that the stone platform looked solid, but the middle body was empty, if it wasn't for someone with a high level of lightness kung fu, it would have collapsed with the stone platform in an instant.Naturally, only one person can stand in such a place.

As long as he jumped onto the stone platform, Ximen Chuuxue would be sure to bring her back the same way.

The boat is about thirty feet away from the stone platform.

The white-clothed swordsman's gaze sank slightly: "Let's go together."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.

Holding the person in his arms with one hand, he stepped forward.

Ximen Chuuxue's qinggong is indeed very high.

But that stone platform was opened by Wu Qun himself, so she naturally knew that it would be difficult for them to survive even if they were as good at lightness kung fu as crossing the river with a reed, let alone two people.

The moment he landed on the stone platform, Ximen Chuuxue sensed something was wrong, and his expression changed slightly.

The stone platform suddenly began to fall from one-third of the way, but it was about to fall into the fire slurry in an instant.

Wu Qun glanced at the Yamen not far away, her eyes moved slightly.But he took the initiative to break free from the swordsman's hand and fell with the stone platform.

When Ximen Chuuxue came, he was burned by the magma, and he was shot by her without realizing it.Just as he was about to reach out to grab it, he was pushed towards the entrance cliff by a force.

The beauty in red looked into the distance with a slight smile on her face.

The water sleeve has been stained with fire slurry.

"Master."

She called softly again.

"You must remember me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the red dress was about to burn, and it was about to melt into the fire in an instant.

This accident was caught off guard.

Ximen Chuuxue stretched out his hand but only grabbed a touch of red gauze.

Wu Qun smiled lightly, and cut off the sleeve with her own hands.

She only looked back at him, and that gaze reminded Ximen Chuuxue of the time when she first became a teacher.

She heard him say: If you do harm to Wulin, I will kill you with my own hands.

Those eyes were beautiful, but they seemed to be filled with infinite disappointment and sadness.

'You must remember me. '

His hand holding the sword was covered in blood.

Drop by drop along the stone wall.

"A skirt."

He had never called her that way in person, but now he did it naturally.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the smear of red silk that he had only had time to grasp in his hand, his eyes were filled with black ink, but in the end it was all calm.

The red figure appeared again on the moon shadow outside.

Curly and graceful, it seems to come through the moon.

The moon has sunk.

People who came back from Kunlun said that Ximen Chuuxue had fallen into a demon.

The teacher's wife who was sacrificed to heaven was his female apprentice, and she turned into fly ashes in front of him.

He went to the main altar of the Demon Cult by himself, slaughtering 43 people overnight.

The remaining two protectors of the Demon Cult died under his sword.

But Yu Luocha never showed up.

Kunlun Mountains:

The wonderland outside the sky has receded, and the mountain has returned to the color of ice and snow.

The man in the black hood slightly hooked the corners of his lips: "This is a cruel way of dying, Ah Qun, that swordsman's Taoist heart has already moved."

"Where are you again?"

Yu Luocha naturally knew that Wu Qun couldn't really die in Tianwaitian.

When he thought of this, he felt a slight movement in his heart.

Men, it is always easy to be conquered by what you ask for.

Ximen Chuixue has practiced swordsmanship for eighteen years.

Jianxin has never been dusty.

The sword in his hand has been swung more than 1000 times, and every time the sword falls, there is a life.

The white clothes were also stained red with blood.

Lu Xiaofeng saw it.

"Her bones are not cold yet."

That's all he said.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes finally moved.

Wu Qun's tomb stands in Wanmei Villa.

It was written by the housekeeper Zhang Luo.

Not many people came that day.

When Hua Manlou left, he hesitated slightly.Finally, those letters were given to the swordsman.

I can't bear the withering of such a young life.

The girl in the skirt must also want him to know her mind.

He felt a little sad when he thought of the first time he received the letter that night.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the envelope in his hand, his eyes sank.

In the end it was taken apart.

The letter was neatly written.

It was written by her during the few days when she was practicing swords. Although it is written by a girl in her boudoir, it has awe-inspiring sword intent.

This letter was written three months ago, just after she became a teacher.

Ximen Chuuxue paused slightly.

It took a long time to write that last letter.

What should you do if you love your master?

The sword is getting colder.

Lu Xiaofeng also left.

He has been silent since that incident.

A person does not know where to get drunk.

The rivers and lakes seem to have calmed down again.

The Jishou sword was like a flash in the pan, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Her death seemed to have changed a lot, but nothing seemed to have changed.

Ximen Chuuxue goes out once a month.

He killed all the demon cultists in the world in order to force out Jade Rakshasa.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the tomb of the female apprentice is engraved with the wife of Ximen Chuuxue.

After all, he was tempted at the last moment.

On a painted boat in the South China Sea:

Gong Jiu just came out of the island.

He is an amazing person.

Because he was originally going to the Central Plains, but now the ship came to the South China Sea.

Of course he was the only one on board.

Gong Jiu frowned fiercely, but relaxed for a moment.

Because he suddenly felt that it would be good to go to the South China Sea.

It was dark.

The sea is sparkling.

Gong Jiu didn't sleep.

The sea is really beautiful tonight.

The blood-colored water reflected Sirius, and a beautiful woman emerged from under the moon.

The beauty was amazingly dressed in red.

Just like that quietly floating on the water.

It was a dolphin that held her.

The dolphin stopped when it saw the boat as if it had spirituality.

When Wu Qun woke up, she was on a boat.

The red dress on her body has been replaced by a snow shirt inlaid with hibiscus.

"It's the clothes I changed for you."

She raised her head slightly.But the person who spoke was a noble young man in white clothes.

Although he was dressed in white, he was completely different from those swordsmen.

The white clothes are more like a symbol of wealth and wealth on him.

He looked at the slightly dazed beauty with unclear meaning in his eyes.

"Thank you sir."

Wu Qun lowered her eyebrows slightly.

She is really beautiful.

The snow-colored hibiscus is shining and graceful in the sunlight, and the black hair and rouge are breathtaking.

Isn't it fun for such a beauty to be alone in Shanghai?

A hint of interest flashed in Gong Jiu's eyes.

"Where is the girl going?"

He didn't ask who she was or why she was hurt, just where she was going.

Wu Qun's long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Jiangnan."

The young man in white nodded: "Very good."

"Then let's go to Feixian Island."

This is really inexplicable.

Wu Qun smiled, "Not bad."

She smiled softly, but there was a gleam in her eyes, and the rouge on her lips was a bit seductive.

Gong Jiu closed her fan: "Can you use a sword, girl?"

He seemed to be just asking casually.

Wu Qun looked at the rising sun over the sea and slightly hooked the corners of her lips: "About a little bit."

Her fingers are delicate, without even calluses, no one would believe this.

But Gong Jiu believed it.

"I'll have a little too."

he laughed.

That smile is very cold, but there is an indescribable charm.

The ship has arrived at Feixian Island.