[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

It rained a lot in Baiyun City for a long time.The cool wind was astringent when it was near the sea. It had just been sunny yesterday, but it started to rain again this morning.

Beaded eaves were dripping down on the Qingshi street platform, slowly sinking into the mud crevices.

The white-clothed swordsman walked ahead holding a sword, followed by a girl in a snow-colored dress.

Neither of them spoke, they just walked forward quietly.

There was some dew on Wu Qun's feet, and the hem of the skirt was also a little dim.

It was rare for a girl like her to be so downcast.

The beauty in snow frowned lightly.

She was looking down at the dirt on the skirt, but saw the white-clothed swordsman who had been walking in front of her stop.

At the end of the alley stood a prodigal son in green clothes.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there, maybe a long time.

Lu Xiaofeng kept looking at the beauty in the snow dress who lowered her head slightly and straightened her skirt, until the two of them approached and then slowly looked away.

"what are you waiting for?"

Ximen Chuuxue asked lightly.

His eyes were very cold, and since the Kunlun incident, there was no warmth anymore.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly: "Why do you even know what to ask?"

The swordsman in white frowned slowly: "You should have known that I would draw my sword before you said this."

There was killing intent in his eyes, and his words were ruthless.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him: "We are not friends anymore?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, he just looked at the sword in his hand.It was a very lonely look, Lu Xiaofeng already understood.

The rain fell quietly on the eaves, and the cat sheltering from the rain in the alley screamed and got in through the dilapidated doors and windows.

After a long time, Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly and said, "Is there any way in this world to make you stop your sword?"

"No."

The swordsman in white said lightly.

The snow-clothed beauty still lowered her head and fiddled with the corners of her skirt, Yusi wet her black hair and pasted it softly on her snowy skin, she was surprisingly gorgeous under the gloomy sky.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned: "Is it imperative for you to fight Ye Gucheng?"

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the mist on the sword with cold eyes.

"The fate of the swordsman."

His voice was lonely and cold, and the last sentence was even more serious: "Also——I wish to hear."

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes mourned.

Maybe he already knew the ending, but he still had hope.

The swordsman in white had already left, but he still stood there quietly.

Wu Qun sighed lightly: "I'm leaving too."

Her eyes are full, like waves in autumn water.When passing by the prodigal son in Tsing Yi, he only said one sentence:

"Little Phoenix, long time no see."

This sentence is faint and unintentional, but it makes people's hearts move.

Lu Xiaofeng clenched his fists tightly.

Only when the fragrance of hibiscus clothes drifted past did he let go of his hands slowly.

The rain became heavier and gradually wet the blue clothes.The prodigal son suddenly laughed and walked to the side tavern.

The two have been gone for a long time.

Wu Qun gently turned the corner of the skirt, but saw the swordsman in white suddenly say:

"come over."

She smiled softly, and slowly tiptoed around the stagnant water and walked over.

Lie on the back of the swordsman in white.

His back was also very cold, and he seemed to be able to feel the chill.

Wu Qun slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and put her face on the back: "I will keep warm for Master."

The warm touch of jade fat rubbed against the sharply textured sword bone, Ximen Chuuxue lowered his eyes slightly.

Hearing the beauty's soft words, she chuckled: "Master, why doesn't he stop?"

She asked the same question as Lu Xiaofeng, her eyes sparkling with unknown meaning.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't stop in his footsteps, but coldly raised the corners of his lips: "Isn't that what you want."

Wu Qun snorted softly, leaned on the man's body and said softly: "It's as Master wishes."

She was never a scabbard, and he knew she was a sword from the first day he saw her on a rainy night in Shanxi.

A sword that hurts others and hurts oneself.

Lu Xiaofeng wanted to take the sword with a beauty, but he didn't know it was just to make the sword sharper.

She is a sword, and he will go forward without hesitation.

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his eyes slightly.

There is a clothing store deep in the alley.

The embroiderer was sitting in front of the counter, and she was doing the abacus. When she saw someone coming, she rushed to meet him.

"Does the guest officer buy cloth or ready-made clothes?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she paused when she saw the two clearly.

Wu Qun pursed her lips and said softly, "My skirt is dirty."

Xiu Niang was stunned for a moment, and slowly came back to her senses in the bright light: "Do you want the same one as the one on your body?"

The snow-colored hibiscus dress she was wearing was naturally not available in this kind of shop, but there were also new-made cloud gauze skirts of a similar style.

Wu Qun narrowed her eyes slightly, but she heard the white-clothed swordsman say calmly: "A water-red skirt."

Xiu Niang looked at the red silk wrapped around the hilt in his hand, and she knew it in her heart.

Leaning slightly, he said, "Guest officer, wait a moment."

Wu Qun sat by the window and waited.

She didn't look at the scenery outside the building, but looked at the white-clothed swordsman opposite with her hands on her cheeks.

Ximen Chuuxue was already very good-looking, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face was like an immortal born on the cold mountain, lonely and cold.

"Fortunately, Master doesn't like to laugh."

she said suddenly.

The white-clothed swordsman remained silent.

The black-haired beauty didn't care either, she just twirled her hair with her fingertips and smiled nonchalantly.

Xiu Niang came out after a while, holding a water-red skirt in her hand, looking very beautiful.

"This skirt is newly dyed, and the color is a little brighter. If you don't mind, girl, you can try it to see if it fits."

She only said whether it fits or not because she knows that such a girl can wear it in any color.

Wu Qun narrowed her eyes slightly, and took the skirt into the back room.

Ximen Chuuxue rubbed his sword and looked out the door with a calm expression on his face.

"I heard that young lady just called Mr. Master?"

Seeing the condensed atmosphere, Xiu Niang hesitated for a long time.

As soon as she said this, she regretted it. People in the Jianghu shouldn't have been so curious.

The swordsman in white turned his eyes slightly.

The rain was pattering down, flowing down the stone steps into the dirt.

It took a long time to hear him say calmly: "She is my wife."

When Xiu Niang thought of the girl's color, she was not surprised.Such a beauty, so what if he is an apprentice.

The bead curtain moved slightly.

Suddenly the beauty in the red dress came out.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes paused for a moment, but he couldn't speak.

On the contrary, the embroiderer boasted: "The girl is beautiful and beautiful, and this red dress is more romantic and magnificent."

Wu Qun pursed her lips and smiled lightly, her eyes fell slightly.

"I also wore this skirt when I first met Master."

Her eyes are gentle and bright, full of brilliance.

The swordsman's hand holding the sword paused.

The rain did not stop, and the sky was gloomy and dark.

In Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng paused with his fingertips, but still sent the letter.

"A sword to the west, flying immortals outside the sky." '

This day is finally coming.

Hehui swordsman slowly frowned.

In the courtyard, flowers are falling and raindrops are falling.The brightly colored petals fell into the soil along the branches.By adding a touch of bleak color.

The beauty in red holds a sword and performs a sword dance, as if she came from nine days in the rainy night.

The magnificent sword light breaks through the dark clouds.

The white-clothed swordsman tightened his grip on the sword, and the dark light in his eyes flashed away, as he remembered the time of Kunlun.

"A skirt."

He murmured the name engraved on the tip of his heart, and his sword felt cold.

After the dance was over, the beauty in red lowered her eyebrows and sighed:

"The last step of the ruthless way, master, is it willing to fulfill me?"