[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Wu Qun could already speak.

But probably because she has been too tired and lazy for so many years, the little princess is only willing to talk to the Taoist priest.

"Thank you."

She called softly again.

The little voice is soft, almost human.

The young Taoist priest in Qinghe and blue robe turned his head slightly, with gentle eyebrows and eyes.

Who would have thought that Xie Bo, the evil emperor who was famous for killing people in the rumors, would be like this.

Wu Qun bent her lips: "The world is about to fall into chaos."

That was the prophecy He Shibi gave yesterday.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the court was shocked.

Even the hidden Jianghu forces are ready to move.

Emperor Sui's complexion did not change.

Since becoming an emperor, this Qingming emperor has long been indifferent to emotions and anger.

The court clothes on Li Yuan's back were already soaked, but no one dared to laugh at him at this moment.

The emperor was furious and laid down millions of corpses.

Emperor Sui paused for a moment as he twirled Yu Jue's hand, and suddenly asked:

"Where is Aiqing Yuwen?"

His tone was light and playful, and there was no change.

Dugu Feng lowered his head slightly.

Li Yuan's heart did not fall, the hall was quiet, and even the tip of a needle could be heard clearly.

Gao Yu hurriedly said:

"My lord Yuwen caught wind and cold by chance, so today is a day off."

At this time caught the wind and cold.

Everyone has their own thoughts in their hearts, but they don't know what the emperor thinks.

The ambergris burned slowly, and the ashes fell on the hall.

Beads of sweat on Gao Yu's forehead slowly slipped into his collar.

Emperor Sui squinted his eyes, but chuckled softly:

"It's been windy, cold and rainy recently, but there are also people who have reported illness?"

No one dared to answer.

The prophecy of Cihang Jingzhai and Heshibi has already planted a seed under this magnificent dynasty, and no one knows when this seed will germinate.

The palace was silent.

Emperor Sui closed his eyes slightly as if he had fallen asleep.

But that dragon robe frightened everyone from raising their eyes.

It's almost time.

The sky that had just cleared up today started to rain again.

The thunder shook, and the water on the steps flowed down the high platform.

Like the sound of blood flowing.

After a long time, Emperor Yonggui slowly opened his eyes:

"Why are you gentlemen still kneeling here?"

Although he asked lightly, he didn't wake them up.

Dugufeng and the left and right looked at each other and remained silent.

This is the prestige of the emperor. If the king wants his ministers to die, the ministers will have to die.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Yang Jian chuckled lightly:

"hold on."

Everyone never knew what to wait for.

until twilight.

Stepping on the iron cavalry along the palace alley, he suddenly woke up.

August of the ninth year of Emperor Sui.

Cihang Jingzhai deceived the crowd with his demonic words, and all the disciples of his sect were imprisoned. Emperor Tafeng was surrounded by the armored army led by Pei Ju, and could not come out in March.

The battle between religion and empire began quickly.

Wu Qun rolled her eyes when she heard the news.

The Sui Emperor had long thought about taking action against these sects that tried to control people with the Mandate of Heaven, but now he just took advantage of the trend.

The world has always been ruled by violence and rule by martial arts.

Even if the people complain a lot, they will not struggle with their livelihood.

The winner always has the right to decide.

Xie Bo was covered with a thick coat.

It was clearly not that cold yet, but his face looked sternly cold.

Ning Daoqi retreated for the past few days, and the two of them were left on the mountain.

"Do you have a plan?"

It's been a long time.

Wu Qun had already fallen asleep under the warmth of the room, but she suddenly heard him ask.

The little princess blinked, and looked out the window at the misty clouds.

After all, it is much better here than in the tomb.

"do not know."

She looked at it but suddenly laughed, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, like a crescent moon.

Look innocent and moving.

Xie Bo sighed: "I have to go."

His tone was gentle, but his eyes were somewhat complicated.

It was a very quiet look, like the Qinghe on his Taoist robe, bright and dark.

Wu Qun thought about it for a long time, then shook her ankle sadly.

"Where are you going?"

For many years in the tomb, with Huashan by his side, she asked him where he was going for the first time.

Xie Bo smiled faintly:

"Remember what I told you?"

He didn't know what to do in his youth.

I just feel that this world should not be like this, only respecting Confucianism, and the words of a hundred schools of thought are all sects.So he joined Taoism.

After [-] years of Qingxiu, I realized that there are demons in the world.

The little girl sitting on the coffin lid threw him the relic under the pillow and told him:

"Instead of seeking common ground while reserving differences among hundreds of schools, it's better to form a school of your own."

A strange feeling suddenly surged in Xie Bo's heart.

That was the first time he saw the demon.

She knows what he thinks in his heart, they are not tolerated in the world, this is the devil.

Xie Bo looked at the little girl in pink bun with gentle eyes.

She seems to be like this forever.

Innocent, self-willed, and ruthlessly touching.

Wu Qun allowed the cuffs to be blown apart by the mountain wind.The pink flowing clouds floated slowly in the clouds.

She stretched her arms and thought for a while, then frowned slightly and didn't want to say anything.

Xie Bo chuckled, and said for her:

"The only thing I want in this life is to live forever."

The little girl furrowed her brows quietly.

The long eyelash feathers cast a shadow on the bridge of the nose, and even the peach branches on the bun were slightly dimmed.

Xie Bo's heart was soft, but his eyes were firm.

He has made up his mind, and it will not change no matter what.

With a clear cry, the white crane suddenly jumped up from the valley.

The mountain wind is very cold.

Wu Qun lightly wrapped her arms and turned her head slightly.

She has never been invulnerable to cold and heat, but maybe it is too cold underground, and now she has learned how to keep warm.

The Taoist priest with a crane crown and white feathers sighed softly.

Gathered her big arms for her.

The cold fingertips paused slightly when they brushed the little girl's delicate and soft skin.

Perhaps because of itching, Wu Qun slightly bent her eyes.

The pair of crescent-like cut pupils looked at him brightly.

Xie Bo also smiled, his smile was gentle: "Is it still cold?"

The little girl shook her head.

The dusk is far away, and the rain is slightly cold.

On the cliff, Wu Qun looked up at him: "Are you going to find your immortality?"

Her voice was stumbling and soft, although it was a question, she already knew the answer in her heart.

The young Taoist priest with a crane crown and white jade had gentle eyes and said nothing.

Wu Qun smiled lightly, her voice was crisp and clear, and the corners of her lips could not help but curled up in the thick fog:

"I'm probably going somewhere else, too."

She paused and said:

"But I'll be back later."

Xie Bo smiled gently:

"See you later."

With cold fingertips, he caressed the man's delicate eyebrows and eyes.

The white crane couldn't wait any longer, and flapped its wings with a clear cry.

Xie Bo has already left.

On the white cliff, Wu Qun sat with her arms folded, but in the end she didn't say a word.

Outside the Yumen.

Yang Guang looked at the letter in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

After a long time, he laughed.

"My lord?"

The military division was a little puzzled.

But seeing the murderous god with quiet and wanton eyes said indifferently:

"The time has come."

I couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

It was night, and a group of elite soldiers secretly sneaked into the Sui Palace.

The night is dark.

The white crane flew into Di Ta Peak silently.

Shi Zhixuan led his troops to wait outside the peak.

Seeing the visitor, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Thank you."

The Taoist priest with the crane crown and white feathers nodded slightly:

"I've come to do one last thing."

His tone was light and calm.

Shi Zhixuan's eyes paused for a moment, but he remained silent.

The evil emperor, who was still unfathomable yesterday, is already more than half of his energy at this moment.

Even the hair in the crown is faintly covered with snow.

The two were silent relative to each other.

It's almost dawn.

Xie Bo calmly walked towards the peak.

"grown ups."

Seeing this, the Iron Armor General couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

But seeing the frantic man in Tsing Yi shook his head lightly.

The only thing that can be protected in Emperor Stepping Peak is Heshibi.

Heshibi has not been separated for thousands of years, and it can also be psychic.

The vegetarian was sitting in front of the hall, chanting scriptures, when he saw a young Taoist priest in a blue and white Taoist robe with white sleeves slowly walking in.

His eyes are gentle, but for some reason it makes people feel cold for no reason.

"Trouble in the middle of the night, poor way"

"—I want to borrow jade bi."

He paused and smiled warmly.

The vegetarian knocked on the wooden fish's hand and paused: "Your five viscera are damaged, and you have been used as a furnace/cauldron, and this jade bi can't save you."

The young priest with shaved eyes and sparse eyebrows shook his head lightly: "I know."

As soon as he finished speaking, he shot.

He was dressed as a Taoist, but what he used was the magic technique.

Lao Ni's eyes dimmed.

In the dining hall, there were only two figures crossing each other, even covering the sun that was supposed to rise on a sunny day.

Quietly on Dita Peak.

Its daybreak.

Xie Bo sighed, and picked up the warm jade on the shelf.

Sitting in the corner with his eyes closed, the Vegetarian was dead.

He's Bi is similar to but different from the Holy Relic.

The holy relic is the ancestors stored their own internal power in it, which will eventually be cut off.

But He's Bi is contained in the heaven and the earth, and it is endless.

Cihang Jingzhai has kept it for many years but still doesn't know how to use it. It only says that the Lord will be chosen on behalf of nature.

The young priest with a crane crown and white feathers slightly closed his eyes.

There was a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

His five viscera were damaged, so he was hopeless, forcibly sucking the energy from He's Bi at this moment is tantamount to seeking his own death.

The jade jade gradually dimmed.

It was clear that it was almost daytime, but there was no skylight in Dita Peak.

Xie Bo frowned, the high crown was all white.

Mortals live no more than a hundred years.

He had lent her a thousand years of life, and now he should give it back to her.

The vegetation shakes down and withers in an instant.

Everyone couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

Shi Zhixuan who was standing outside narrowed his eyes slightly.

But he has recognized the Dao Heart Planting Demon Dafa.

above Mount Hua.

Wu Qun sat by the window with her arms extended.

The squirrel found it at some point, and stood on her shoulder with its tail in its arms.

It is also very obedient today, it seems to smell an unusual breath, and it is quiet.

It will be bright tomorrow.

There was a sudden colic in the heart, and the pain was only a little bit, and it passed away quickly.

Wu Qun looked down at the toe of the shoe in a daze.

Suddenly a tear fell.

The young man in the blue and white Taoist robe on the white crane has already left.

It flew a long way, from south to north.

When approaching the dangerous peak, he suddenly swooped down.

Xie Bo's hair was all white, and he looked at Yun Dian with gentle eyes.

"Ah Qun, this is the last thing I can do for you."

Today, the world has become chaotic, and the person predicted by He Shibi will change hands and is bound to win.

But if the jade bi is not scattered for a day, there will always be another one.

Now most of the Heshibi have been attracted by him with the relic of the evil emperor, and now there is only one last time left.

the last time.

Ah Qun was about to be freed.

Xie Bo closed his eyes slightly and let the white crane rush into the abyss.

There were bloodstains all over the Taoist robe.

"Taoist, why don't you leave?"

The little girl in a pink peach shirt asked, flicking her toes.

Xie Bo shook his head:

"It's too cold for you to be here alone, I'll accompany you."

His eyes are gentle, but it is hard to refuse.

Wu Qun blinked:

"Is longevity really that important?"

This person has tortured her here for 20 years, and he never left.

The young priest with a crane crown and white feathers looked at her quietly.

He looked at her for a long time, from the soft peach bun to the face that has not changed for 20 years.

Quietly in the tomb.

It took a long time until the wax oil burned out and dripped slowly, only then did I hear the man say softly:

"Very important."

Wu Qun quietly lowered her eyebrows.

No.30 years.

He painstakingly studied the great method of cultivating demons with the heart of the Tao, and was seriously injured in order to solve the mystery of the evil emperor's relic.

When returning to the tomb, the smell of blood was particularly strong.

But he brought back her favorite Bazhen cake.

The pastry was already a little cold, and it was very sour to eat.

The little girl paused with her fingertips, and suddenly said:

"Put the demon seed on me."

Her eyes were innocent and soft, as if she didn't know the meaning of her words.

Xie Bo's face sank.

He didn't speak any more.

It wasn't until he was in a coma from blood loss that he heard someone sigh in his ear:

"I'm going to sleep, I hope to see you again when I wake up."

This sleep is a thousand years.

He has seen many dynasties and traveled to many places, and now he is finally waiting for her.

The dark clouds in the sky finally dissipated.

With a clear cry, the white crane slowly fell to the bottom of the valley.

October of the ninth year of Emperor Sui.

The king of Jin led his troops back to Luoyang, joined forces with the Yuwen faction, and went straight to the Sui palace.

The fire in the palace did not go out all night.

Historically known as: The Battle of the End of Autumn.

PS: Because some little angels don't see words, so I want to emphasize here that this world is endless.A Qun will return to the Ssangyong period in the future.At that time, the male gods who can't ask for it will meet in the Shura field~