[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

In the Chu Pavilion, there are singing and dancing, and the sound of silk, bamboo and wind music is endless.

Even though it was daytime, it seemed to be full of lights.

It is rare for Chu Liuxiang to relax with a beauty by her side.

But they didn't know that there was a storm outside.

It was nearly ten hours, and soon it would be the time of succession, and everyone in the temple was already busy.

Not only monks who came to Shaolin this time to observe the ceremony, but also famous martial arts masters with high moral character, they are all waiting outside the treasure hall.

The distinguished guests of the past have arrived, but the host has not returned yet.

When the morning bell rang for a moment, the elders frowned, but the abbot, Master Tianfeng, was still missing.

"Junior Brother never delays like this on weekdays."

The older monk was puzzled.

The person next to him shook his head: "Perhaps I got caught up in something temporarily, and Tianzhu has already gone to see it."

The older monk nodded slightly.

Tianzhu rarely appeared in front of people since he was invited to enter the Sutra Pavilion, and if it wasn't for today's succession, he would not have appeared here.

He waited outside the courtyard for a long time but did not see Tianfeng coming out, so he wanted to go in to find out.

When the door opened slightly, it stopped.

There was a dead silence in the courtyard.

I saw Master Tianfeng sitting with his eyes closed, his face peaceful and peaceful, and the blood on his lips had dried up.

"Brother?"

Tianzhu's complexion changed.

It was only when he came to the front that he could clearly see the ashen face.

Slowly reached out and probed between the breath.

My heart sank slowly.

There were no traces of fighting around, so the person who killed Master Tianfeng must be someone close to him.

Tianzhu had already thought of Wuhua in his heart.

He was the only one in this courtyard, who else besides him?

But when he saw the fallen figure under the stone table, he stopped.

He sighed for a long time.

A dead man cannot kill.

It was past noon, and everyone had been waiting outside the treasure hall for half a day.

But another bell sounded from the sky.

Shaolin bells have deep meaning every time, and the complexion of the familiar people has changed.

"At this time, someone..."

Daoist Changyun frowned slightly, but suddenly stopped.

People around whispered to each other.

But I saw a gray-clothed sweeping monk coming out of the backyard.

"Master, do you know why the bell is ringing?"

A young man in black clothes asked.

The gray-clothed monk glanced at everyone in the seat, and said in a deep voice, "Master Tianfeng has passed away!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd immediately exploded.

Wu Xiang, who was supposed to succeed to the throne today, took a few steps back slightly, already a little unstable.

"But Junior Brother Wuhua?"

he asked in surprise.

The gray-clothed monk took a deep look at him, shook his head and said, "It's not Nephew Wu Hua."

"That……"

Seeing him was still a little hesitant.

Tianzhu sneered, "How can a dead person kill someone?"

"You mean!"

Chang Yun's heart skipped a beat.

"The Taoist priest expected well."

The gray-clothed monk sighed: "Master Tianfeng and nephew Wuhua have both passed away."

As he spoke, he slowly glanced at everyone, with some unclear meaning in his eyes.

Who has such great ability!

Everyone looked at each other, and there was already a storm in their hearts.

Not to mention that the Shaolin Temple was already heavily guarded, and now that there are experts from all walks of life gathered at the time of succession, who can quietly kill the two top experts in the world?

Tianzhu seemed to have guessed what everyone was thinking, and sighed slightly: "This person is really good at using poison."

"It's just that the old man still can't tell what kind of poison it is."

Everyone looked at each other.

A man in black squinted his eyes and stood up suddenly.

"Can I let you take a look at Master Tianfeng's body?"

Tianzhu nodded.

The yard still remained as it was when walking, with bamboo leaves on both sides rustling and blowing shadows.

Chang Yun glanced at the courtyard and couldn't help but gasped.

There were two people in the courtyard wearing white monk clothes, one was sitting with eyes closed, the other was lying on his side under the table, both had passed away.

Tang Ba squinted his eyes, and already had a pair of gold silk gloves on his hands.

"Tang Sect!"

Someone with sharp eyes recognized it.

Tianzhu sighed and sat quietly.

Tang Ba picked up the empty cup on the table and smelled it, then shook his head and put it down.

His face suddenly became a little weird.

The true energy in Master Tianfeng's heart in his hand was shaken back.The man in black took a step back and withdrew his hand suddenly.

"What an overbearing medicine!"

Tang Ba lost his voice and said:

"Grandmaster Tianfeng's internal organs are all shattered, and it is only by relying on the true energy of the Shaolin inner family that he is able to hold on to the flesh."

He paused at this point.

"The Yijing Jinguo really lives up to its reputation."

The gray-clothed monk nodded:

"Young hero, do you know what kind of poison it is?"

Tang Ba shook his head: "I've been making medicine for many years, but I've never seen this kind of poison. It's colorless and tasteless, but it's so overbearing."

Everyone felt a little disappointed.

Most of the poisons circulated in the rivers and lakes flowed from the Tang Sect, if even people in the Tang Sect couldn't tell...

Just as he was thinking about it, Tang Ba sighed, and said with some hesitation: "Although I have never seen it before, this poison reminds me of a legend."

"This legend has never been verified, because everyone who has seen it has died."

"You mean?"

Chang Yun frowned.

"Tianyi Shenshui!"

The monk in gray who had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed suddenly said.

Chang Yun's complexion suddenly turned gray: "It's Tianyi Shenshui!"

This name caused everyone present to change their expressions.

Tianyi Shenshui is the biggest secret of Shenshui Palace.According to legend, the jellyfish Yin Ji melted out of the three thousand heavy water.It looks like ordinary white water, but its toxicity is hard to find in the world.

Just one drop can be worth as much as a thousand pieces of gold, causing the user to die from the backflow of the meridians.

Even the Shaolin inner strength that can be practiced to a golden body can't last for a moment.

Master Wuhua and Master Tianfeng died of this poison.

"I, Shaolin, have no enmity with Shenshui Palace, why would Yin Ji do this?"

Wu Xiang asked who stood aside for a long time.

Shenshui Palace and Shaolin are both big schools of martial arts, and their every move attracts the attention of all. Isn't this kind of behavior afraid of causing anger and besieged by the martial arts?

"Master and Master Tianfeng have a long history, so naturally they would not do such a thing."

Just as he was talking, he heard a female voice coming from afar.

When everyone looked over, it turned out to be a woman in white wearing a long sword.

"The girl came from Shenshui Palace?"

The monk in gray asked.

"Nanyan, who is in the lower palace, came here by the order of her master."

The woman in white nodded proudly.

"Since you are a member of Shenshui Palace, can you tell me about Tianyi Shenshui?"

Tang Ba narrowed his eyes and said.

Gong Nanyan sighed: "This Tianyi Shenshui is indeed from Shenshui Palace, but..."

"But it was stolen."

She paused and smiled wryly.

"Who is so capable and dares to steal from Shenshui Palace?"

Someone in the courtyard asked.

Gong Nanyan said: "Although his kung fu is not the best, his lightness kung fu is the best."

"Chu Liuxiang is the only one who can travel between Shenshui Palace and Shaolin."

Chang Yun sighed.

Tianzhu nodded: "Nephew Wuhua did leave clues before he died, so it makes sense."

As he spoke, he raised the hand of the man on the ground slightly, and there was indeed a word "Chu" written on it.

"Chu Liuxiang first committed a murder in the Zhulin Inn, then killed the gentleman Jian Huang Luzhi to cover up people's eyes, and now murdered two masters, Tianfeng and Wuhua, what a heinous crime!"

Gong Nanyan said word by word.

"Nanyan is here to help everyone under the order of her master."

Chang Yun turned around and looked at the woman in white: "If you have a clever plan, you might as well speak up."

Gong Nanyan sighed: "If he has a heart, he should always care about those three beauties."

Chu Liuxiang didn't know that the three of Su Rongrong had been arrested, and he was telling a story at the moment.

Tell a story about an alcoholic.

Wu Qun sighed leisurely: "What happened to the butterfly in the end?"

There was some sadness on her face, as if she was moved by the story, the stars in her eyes were lightly shining, it was a kind of beauty that was extremely melancholy, if a man could make her worry like this, he would die without regret.

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose, smiled wryly and said, "He has been missing for many years, maybe he died in the desert, or maybe..."

He didn't say anything here, because he knew that the first guess was unrealistic, and the second guess was too cruel.

Girls at this age don't always like to hear these things.

He didn't say anything, but Wu Qun already guessed it.

Blinking his eyes, he pursed his lips and said with a smile: "The second type is that he has found a new goal and continues to wander."

Chu Liuxiang sighed: "I guess you must look down on him."

"Although he is a very bad person emotionally, but if he becomes a friend, he is a very good person."

He smiled and looked at her with sincerity in his eyes.

Men always want their friends to be recognized, especially if the person recognized is a woman, a woman who makes people's heart beat.

"You guys always seem to be like that."

Wu Qun gently blew on the windmill flower in her hand, watching it spin slowly.

Youyou sighed: "I always feel that women are too emotional, so the good stories have become pitiful baby talk."

"Oh?"

Chu Liuxiang didn't understand.

Wu Qun smiled: "Gao Yanan and Hu Tiehua are gentlemen with good temperaments, they like what they like with their hearts, and they are never afraid of gossip."

"Why should Xiangshuai be worried?"

There was a smile in her eyes, and the blush at the end of her eyes when her black eyebrows were slightly raised was almost intoxicating.

Chu Liuxiang thought about it, and suddenly clapped his hands and laughed:

"Exactly that."

What Gao Yanan pursues is love, and what Hu Tiehua pursues is freedom.

How can someone who has expectations need sympathy?

Chu Liuxiang looked at Wu Qun with smiles in his eyes, he really looked good when he smiled, as if the gloom of the sun had been swept away, and the warmth of the sun shining in the hearts of people.

It's no wonder that such a man is popular with women.

"People in the world always say: geese and butterflies have wings, and the fragrance of flowers fills the world."

Chu Liuxiang sighed: "I have known Huadie for many years, but I don't know him as well as Aqun."

Wu Qun lowered her head and smiled.

She doesn't understand Hu Tiehua, she just understands men.

Understand all the bad roots of men in the world.

There was a gentle smile on the beauty's lips, her slightly lowered eyebrows and eyes were drooping, and her long eyelashes were like a small fan of fireflies, gently falling and seductive.

Chu Liuxiang's heart moved slightly.

Unexpectedly, he wanted to see the expression in her eyes.

In the Riverside Buddhist Temple:

The monk in white dried the ink on the paper, tied it to the white pigeon's leg on his shoulder, and watched the carrier pigeon fly out of the hospital with deep eyes.

The simple and elegant Buddhist temple is all light-colored, only one peony is particularly bright.

Wuhua stared at the peony for a long time, then suddenly smiled, there seemed to be dark tumbling in her eyes.

"A skirt..."