[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

It was late at night.

Flowing water gurgles on the bluestone steps.Bloody petals were falling down the branches.

No one knows which of the two most prestigious swords in the world is stronger.

The heavy rain was pouring, and the beauty in snow was standing aside with her shoulders supported, her black hair was wet on her cheeks, which made the snowy skin of the flower dimple even more charming.

She leaned against the tree with half her body, blood dripping from her fingertips, and looked at the two of them indifferently.

Ye Gucheng had been injured before, his thin lips were tightly pressed, blood was also stained on his forehead.

"Your sword is slow."

Ximen Chuuxue said lightly.

His voice was very cold, and his eyes were also very cold, like Kunlun's perennial deep snow.

Ye Gucheng frowned slightly: "It's the sword."

The swordsman in white shook his head slowly.

"Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng will eventually have a battle, but it's not tonight..."

He is a swordsman, so naturally he will not take advantage of others.

Ye Gucheng remained silent.

But Ximen Chuuxue turned his head slightly and looked at the woman in snow under the tree.

"Are you coming with me?"

This was the first time he spoke to her after three months. Ximen Chuuxue didn't ask her what happened that day, nor did she ask why she was with Ye Gucheng. He only asked her: "Are you coming with me?"

Wu Qun twitched her fingertips, her eyes narrowed slightly: "Master, in what capacity does Master want A Qun to go with you?"

"Apprentice or - lover?"

Her voice was faint, and she couldn't hear any emotion.

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "There is only one mistress in Wanmei Villa."

When he said this, his gaze was still ruthless, but it seemed to suppress the undercurrent.

This reminded Wu Qun of the words engraved on the tombstone rumored in the Jianghu.

But she smiled slowly.

That smile was still very beautiful, with hibiscus growing on her pale face, like a seductive fairy in a storybook.

"Master, why should you deceive yourself and others?"

She looked at him and said word by word: "Everything that day was just a joke."

The white-clothed swordsman's expression remained unchanged.

Beads of blood slowly dripped from the hand holding the sword.Slowly slid down the red silk on the sword.

"Master is bewitched."

The snow-clothed beauty sighed softly, feeling a little regretful.

The white-clothed swordsman asked softly, "You have a purpose from the beginning?"

Although he was asking, he already knew it.

Wu Qun smiled lightly: "Master doesn't actually know."

"Ah Qun can't ask for more than that—to enter the Tao."

There was a smile in her eyes, but her words were ruthless, every word was like a sharp knife cutting bones and flesh.

Ye Gucheng frowned slightly.

The rain became heavier and heavier, pouring down on the beauty.Drops of blood flowed down the bluestone steps into the wet soil under the flower trees.The snow-colored sleeves were completely soaked in blood.

Yu Luoshi's palm was very heavy, following the sword energy to dismiss it, it actually hurt the meridians.

But the beauty never said much at this moment.

She is a person who is very hard on herself.

Ximen Chuuxue remembered that when she first worshiped him as a teacher, she also knelt outside the inn all night, and she always knew what kind of posture to impress him.

But that gesture was not directed towards one person.

The white-clothed swordsman's brows and eyes were faint.

Lightning flashed, but he suddenly moved.

Ye Gucheng raised his fingertips lightly but was stopped by a pair of tender hands: "My agreement with the city lord is natural, but tonight I let my master and apprentice break it off."

The snow-clothed beauty also smiled lightly, and slowly disappeared into the night.

City Lord's Mansion:

Lu Xiaofeng and Gong Jiu came a bit late.

When they came, Ye Gucheng was applying medicine with his arms bare.

"Who can hurt City Lord Ye with such a great skill?"

Gong Jiu sneered.

Ye Gucheng put down his sleeves lightly: "Jade Rakshasa."

He spoke directly, Gong Jiu was stunned for a moment.

The man in Tsing Yi touched the corners of his mouth and curled his beard: "Does the City Lord know where Yu Luocha is now?"

He has been full of travel and dust all the way, and last night he had a fight with Gong Jiu again, the originally blue robe was also covered with some dust.

Ye Gucheng frowned slowly: "You are Lu Xiaofeng?"

"I don't want the city lord to know me."

The man Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly.

Ye Gucheng nodded slightly: "Although I have lived in the South China Sea for a long time, I am not indifferent to world affairs, and I have heard of the name of four eyebrows."

His voice was light and Lu Xiaofeng was not easy to answer for a while.

Gong Jiu waved her fan and asked, "Where is Ah Qun?"

As soon as he said this, Lu Xiaofeng also raised his eyebrows.

The Yu Hui swordsman said indifferently: "She followed Ximen Chuixue and left."

Gong Jiu's hand shaking the fan paused: "Which one is stronger, the city lord's sword or Ximen Chuuxue?"

Ye Gucheng's hand wiping his sword paused: "There will be a battle between me and him."

He looked at Jianfeng, his eyes were a little lonely.

Lu XiaoFeng sighed.

The sky is not yet clear, and the rain has not stopped.

The two kept walking.

No one said stop.

The deep alley seems to have no end in sight.

On the pitch-black door, there are old door couplets, which are wet by the rain and pasted on the wooden boards.

Ximen Chuuxue stopped suddenly.

He reached out and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

The medicine boy rubbed his eyes and asked impatiently.

But suddenly there were more ingots of gold in front of him.

"Grab some medicine."

The swordsman said coldly.

The medicine boy quickly took the gold and opened the door.

When he saw the beauty with hibiscus and dimples behind the swordsman in white, his eyes paused slightly.

It wasn't until the cold light flashed on his neck that he suddenly came back to his senses.

He said with a dry smile: "Boy, go and call the master."

The snow-clothed beauty smiled lightly.

"No need, my master is good at medicine."

Her voice is also very nice, like soft smoke passing by, it makes people feel relieved.

The medicine boy blushed.

But the swordsman slowly frowned.

His eyes were cold.

The medicine boy shivered, and quickly said: "The medicine is here, you can see for yourself."

Wu Qun slightly hooked the corners of her lips.

Ximen Chuuxue swept the Chinese herbal medicines in the eye shop, took a pen and wrote a list and threw it to the drug boy: "Grab the medicine according to this."

The medicine boy nodded and retreated.

Then the swordsman frowned and said: "Boil it for seven minutes, bring it here before dawn."

Wu Qun leaned against the window coffin and watched, with a faint smile in her eyes.

"Master, what does this mean?"

she asked softly.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were light and silent.

It wasn't until dawn that the medicine boy came back that he reached out to take the medicine.

With true energy in his palm, he pasted the boiled herbal medicine on the bleeding wound.

Wu Qun only felt the tingling pain of Su Ma where the hand was holding her, and she couldn't help frowning slightly.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes paused slightly, and he slid a line on the snow-colored lotus root wrist to let the black blood flow out.

"Don't call me master in the future."

The pharmacy was quiet, and it took a long time before the swordsman in white said calmly.

Wu Qun smiled lightly: "But I still want to call you Master."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone grabbed her jaw.

The swordsman in white rubbed the delicate touch of his hands, and suddenly sneered: "Will your master do this to you?"

He slowly leaned down, biting his pale lips.

Wu Qun was forced to raise her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.The waist held by the swordsman was unbelievably soft.

"Master~"

I don't know who laughed lightly.

It was broad daylight.