[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Huashan is so high that you can go up to the sky and listen to it.

Daozong is at the highest peak of Mount Hua.

Ning Daoqi's purpose in choosing this place is also very simple - to be isolated from the world.

This is not the case for people who practice the Tao.

Therefore, there are only two people in the Taoist temple.

An old man with one foot in the coffin and a young Taoist priest with handsome eyebrows.

Lou He is a very talented Taoist priest, but he is not Ning Daoqi's apprentice.The two of them seemed to divide Huashan Mountain into two halves without interfering with each other.

Therefore, Ning Daoqi was surprised when he offered to go down the mountain to pick him up.

He didn't hide the matter of the Ninth Princess from Lou He, so it's not surprising that he knew about it.

But the strange thing is that Lou He has never gone down the mountain since Luoguan ten years ago, but now it is the first time.

The handsome young man in the blue Taoist robe looked at him quietly.

Ning Daoqi paused for a moment while supporting his long-bearded hand, but finally said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

Lou He nodded slightly, turned around and walked away.

In the past hundred years, no one in this Taoist school has achieved this kind of demeanor.

When Wu Qun woke up, she was in a clean room.

Rosin burns slowly in the furnace.

It actually added some warmth to this deserted mountain.

She hugged the quilt and quietly looked at the cloud and mist outside the window, feeling a little curious.

On the Huashan Mountain, it seems to be like this all year round.

Wu Qun slowly lowered her eyes.

"The princess is awake."

Suddenly a loud laugh was heard, and the black and white Taoist robe changed from far to near in an instant, and as soon as the sound fell, the person was already in front of him.

It was Ning Dodge.

He was holding a whisk in his hand, and there was a big squirrel standing on his shoulder.At this moment, he smiled and looked at the little princess who was still a little confused.

The squirrel tilted its head, and nimbly jumped into the embrace of the beautiful woman, wagging its tail and acting coquettishly.

Wu Qun's eyes were bent, and even the corners of her lips showed a smile.

"It seems that this little thing also likes princesses."

Ning Daoqi stroked his long beard and smiled.

Wu Qun patted Diao'er's head comfortingly, and seeing it softly rubbing against it, she couldn't help smiling.

"This squirrel belongs to Daoist Ning?"

She blinked and wrote on the note.

Ning Daoqi shook his head, but waved his hands and said:

"This squirrel belongs to a friend from the next door."

Wu Qun frowned slightly, and looked out the window curiously.

But I saw a young man with a crane crown and white feathers slowly approaching from the top of the mountain in the cloud and mist.

When Wu Qun got closer, she realized that the man was wearing a blue Taoist robe, but it looked like cold white hidden in the clouds.

He also carried a bundle of dry wood on his back.

It is obviously a secular thing, but it seems to come with nine days, unattainable.

Such a person, Wu Qun really can't imagine that he would raise a squirrel.

The little princess bent her lips, and there was a smile in her eyes.

She smiled innocently and cutely, and her originally sickly face instantly became alive, as if the cold cloud top was also more peachy.

"How does the princess know who the old man is?"

Seeing that the person outside the window felt something, Ning Daoqi quickly changed the topic.

Wu Qun also looked away.

"I know you. You sent a crane to give me a gift on my birthday."

She frowned and wrote.

Ning Daoqi smiled and nodded:

"But it's an old way."

Between the two of them speaking, the young man in Taoist robe with a crane crown and white feathers has disappeared.

The squirrel hesitated for a while, but lightly rubbed the fingers of the peach-clothed beauty.

It has always been spiritual, usually as soon as the owner comes back, it will wag its tail and slip away, so it is hard to stay here today.

Ning Daoqi raised his eyebrows, and came back to his senses after hearing a "squeak", but the little thing couldn't wait any longer, so he couldn't help laughing:

"The princess will live in Huashan for a long time in the future, if you think there is anything wrong with this tent, you can tell the old Taoist."

"If the old man goes down the mountain, he can bring back something for the princess."

This mountain is really simple, and the tent looks empty.

Wu Qun took a look and shook her head slightly:

"That's fine."

She touched the squirrel on her shoulder and wrote gently.

A smile appeared in Ning Daoqi's eyes.

Huashan is cold.

The squirrel is gone at dusk.

Wu Qun finally collapsed after drinking the medicine.

She was in the tent when she woke up, and she hadn't seen the scenery on the top of the cloud yet, so she couldn't help being a little curious at the moment.

Clouds and mists shroud the ashram all the year round, and it's hard to see clearly through the hazy night.

Wu Qun didn't realize for a moment that she stepped on the air.

She had already reached the edge, and further ahead was the abyss.

The pink peach shirt instantly disappeared into the mist.

The little princess closed her eyes tightly but heard a crane cry from outside the green hill.

A white crane soared up from the clouds.

Wu Qun opened her eyes slightly until she heard the familiar furry feeling on her shoulders.

But he saw the little squirrel rubbing against her with its tail affectionately.

The white crane flew to the edge of the cliff in the blink of an eye.

It stopped after hearing a clear cry.

Wu Qun blinked, and saw a handsome Taoist priest with a crane crown and white feathers standing on the cliff.

It was the corridor leader I had seen during the day.

He couldn't help but bend his eyes.

The Taoist priest who looked like a girl also smiled.

"What's your name?"

she heard him ask.

The little princess opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

The priest seemed to know, Wei Wei stretched out his hand.

His hands were beautiful, with slender knuckles that seemed cold and sculpted.

When the little princess held the palm for the first time, she felt chilly. Seeing the gentle eyes of the Fairy with the Feather Crown, she couldn't help but slightly bend her eyes:

"A skirt."

"My name is Aqun."

She wrote softly.

The squirrel on the shoulder seemed to know it too, and squeaked.

The young man with a crane crown and white feathers nodded slightly, and said gently:

"The poor way of the towering crane."

His voice seemed to have a wonderful rhythm, appearing light and peaceful.

Wu Qun's tense mood calmed down instantly.

She looked into his eyes, as if she was connected with each other.

He was asking her if she was afraid.

The little princess slightly bent her lips.

She smiled beautifully, her eyes seemed to be melted with starlight, soft and moving.

Lou He touched the crane's neck, and only said:

"Go."

The white crane gave a clear cry and rose into the fog in an instant.

It flew very fast this time, but Wu Qun was not afraid, and softly wrapped her arms around He'er's neck and looked back.

The blue and white Taoist robe was far away, but there still seemed to be a slight chill on the fingertips.

Huashan is very big.

The white crane sometimes rushed into the stream at the bottom of the valley, and sometimes flew straight into the high clouds.

Wu Qun looked curiously at the scenery along the way.

She was born in the Sui Palace for many years, but she has never felt so happy in one day.

Traveling to the North Sea in the morning and twilight in Cangwu, you will know that what is said in the poem is true.

Far from the opposite side, there is also a gray eagle rushing forward.

The squirrel squeaked, but the white crane was not afraid at all.

Wu Qun glanced at the cliff, and tightened her hands around He'er's neck, but slowly opened her eyes.

With a loud cry, the white crane jumped into the sky towards the gray eagle's belly.

That was fast, even faster than the wind.

In the blink of an eye, a gray feather fell on the sleeve.

The gray sculpture slanted down on the tree beside the cliff, but it didn't dare to hit it again.

Wu Qun bent her lips.

On the top of the mountain, Lou He looked at the cloud and mist with gentle eyes.

I do not know how long it has been.

A clear cry sounded, and the white crane leaned over and rushed down the cliff.

The squirrel flicked its tail and jumped down.

As soon as Wu Qun let go of her arms around the crane's neck, she felt that the sleeves in front of her eyes were warm and cold, and she was gently hugged down.

Lou He didn't explain, and just let go of the beauty in pink when she landed on the ground.

The crane has left.

Willow shoots on the moon.

The cold light of Qinghui fell on the thin shirt, and the tip of Wu Qun's nose was slightly red.

But he still smiled and looked at the young Taoist priest Gao Hua who was like a girl in front of him.

For some reason, she felt very close to him from the first time she saw him, it was a wonderful feeling.

Wu Qun blinked slightly, but Lou He also blinked.

The warm and warm Yu Hui had already landed on her body.

The man has a very light fragrance, like the smell of snow.

Wu Qun bent her lips.

"Aren't you cold?"

The words in her eyes are straightforward.

Lou He shook his head slightly, but smiled, that smile was light but gentle:

"You should go back."

It was indeed late.

Wu Qun nodded slightly, but turned around suddenly before leaving.

Print a kiss on the fairy's face.

He ran away quickly.

The squirrel hid in the forest with a "squeak".

Lou He lowered his eyes lightly, unable to see clearly.

After Wu Qun entered the room, she took off her feathers, but felt that the room was actually warmer than in the daytime.

There was an exquisite stove by the window at some point.

The firewood under the stove was newly added, and the windows were slightly open, so there was no smell in the room.

The sweet and sweet sake on it was already boiling, and now it was gurgling.

Thinking of seeing the man carrying dry firewood on his back during the day, the little princess's eyes lit up.

Luoyang:

After Empress Dugu's funeral, King Jin was sent outside Yumen after three days of mourning.

Although the barbarians came suddenly, but the court is not without generals, and this sacred intention also puzzled everyone.

But seeing the emperor's deep eyes, who dares to say more.

Since the nine princesses left the palace, the Sui Emperor's patience became more and more impatient.

People in the court have been convicted many times because of a single word. If everyone wants to live longer, they naturally dare not talk too much.

The position of Taifu has been removed, and Pei Ju naturally began to serve in the court.

As soon as this young son of an aristocratic family entered the court, he formed a rivalry with Yu Wenhua.

Dugufeng raised his eyebrows, but he heard Sui Emperor ask indifferently:

"What do you think of this move, Ai Qing?"

Immediately looked back, bowed his head and said:

"I feel that this move is inappropriate. Firstly, the border war is very tight, and secondly, it takes a very long time."

"Large construction work, I am afraid it will be difficult to complete."

He carefully glanced at Emperor Sui, and added.

The Sui Emperor paused when he was twirling the jade jue.

He also thought it was inappropriate before, so everyone in the court followed what he said, and no one refuted it.

"Pei Qing."

Yang Jian raised his eyes slightly.

Pei Ju responded and stood up from the row.

Dugu Feng thought that the two were already in the same camp, so he couldn't help but wink.

Pei Ju didn't seem to hear it, and closed his eyes and said:

"The matter of the canal will benefit the future, and I think it is possible."

His tone was light but firm.

Let everyone feel a meal.

Emperor Sui narrowed his eyes:

"Do you have any other opinions, gentlemen?"

The emperor glanced at Yu Wenhuaji, but saw that the young man in the vermilion official robe was silent.

After he came back from Mount Hua, things changed a lot.

No one in the court dared to speak, Li Yuan even lowered his head to the ground.

The hall was silent.

Agarwood lingers all over the unpredictable face of the king.

After a long time, I heard a chuckle:

"Since you have no objections, then follow Pei Qing's words."

"Pei Qing is in charge of the canal."

After his words fell, he left lightly.

Pei Ju narrowed his eyes slightly.

It's late at night, above Mount Hua:

The wind blows the cold branches, and the fire blares loudly.

Wu Qun was sleeping sweetly with her eyes slightly closed, and when she turned over, a section of lotus root arm was exposed.

The four-petal peach blossom imprinted under the sand of the Shougong quietly hid in the blood.

At the same time, Daoist Heguan who was sitting on the cliff frowned slightly, and there was a trace of blood on his clothes.