[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

night, very cold.

A full moon hangs in the sky.

It is already winter at this time, and although the snow is coming, it makes people feel cold for no reason.

A carriage was walking slowly on the official road.

This is a car from Jiangnan.

The young master in the car is also like the scholar in the storybook.

But he is more handsome than most scholars.

Few people dare to take a second look at such a scholar, he is too cold and aloof.

But the expression on the face is always gentle and contemptuous.

The car has been going for a long time.

There was a creaking sound of wheels rolling over dust.

The scholar in the green robe coughed lightly.

He seemed to have been ill for a long time, and even his complexion was pale.

But on a night like this, who would pay attention?

Through the dense forest is the ferry.

The coachman breathed a sigh of relief.

But then the carriage stopped.

Because of a cup of tea.

It was indeed a cup of tea, still steaming.

Just put it upright in front of the carriage.

This is clearly a place in the wilderness, who would put a cup of hot tea here?

The car stopped.

The sick scholar slowly opened the curtain.

He didn't ask what happened, maybe he just wanted to breathe.So he came out.

The tea was still steaming.

In such cold weather, even the dust is permeated with coldness.

But it seems to be always warm.

The sick scholar also saw the hot tea.

He stayed in Jiangnan for a few days due to illness, and he also heard some interesting stories when he was free.

Although life and death are up to fate, wealth is in the sky.

But if someone is unwilling to die, the soul-sending tea that should have been buried in the dust will always be hot.

This is the case when the blood is not cold.

"Young master, this?"

asked the coachman hesitantly.

He was an ordinary person, and after taking money from the scholar, he wanted to send him to the ferry.

There are many ferry crossings along the river, but this ferry is not ordinary.

It is a beautiful place.

Singing and dancing promotes peace, and the rich and powerful are wanton.

The most beautiful girls in Jiangnan are there.

Of course men also want to go, and the scholar with a sick face is also a man.

So here he comes.

The tea is still hot.

There are very few people in this world who believe in ghosts and gods.

Scholars don't believe it either.

He just glanced at the Red Mansion Painting Boat not far away, and sighed slightly.

"Bring this tea here."

A cold voice sounded in the ear.

The coachman shivered, and quickly brought over the steaming teacup.

The sickly young man paused his fingertips, and stretched out a hand under the blue cloak.

That hand was very cold, but the thin calluses on the fingertips showed that it was a pair of murderous hands.

The coachman has also seen people in the rivers and lakes, and at this moment he feels a little timid for some reason.

It wasn't until the steam was steaming on the ground that I came back to my senses.

He joined hands and bowed, and hurried into the car.

The hot tea was worshiped to the land god, and all the things in his life should rest in peace.

The carriage started moving again.

The sound of axles coming and going went straight into the city.

The name of the city is Ferry.

Different from the gloomy jungle outside, this place is quiet and peaceful like another place.

The coachman stopped when he reached the city.

The sick young man coughed lightly and handed him a piece of gold leaf.

He seemed to be very rich, but the coachman dared not think anything wrong.

The scholar wearing a blue cloak slowly got out of the car.

He is going somewhere.

Not long ago, the owner there sent him an invitation.

The heavy wooden door was closed tightly.

A string of lanterns outside the door is particularly conspicuous.

The gatekeeper has been standing for a long time.

The sword in his hand has not yet been removed, but there is already a scar on his neck.

The blood fell down the doorstep along the long sword, like the sound of rain in summer at the ferry.

The sick scholar sighed lightly.

Closed his eyes for him.

The magistrate's mansion, which used to sing and dance in the past, was silent at this moment.

The scholar gathered his cloak and walked slowly into the courtyard.

There is still a gatekeeper outside the gate, but there is no one in the courtyard. It seems to have been abandoned for many years, and even weeds are overgrown.

It was very dark.

The courtyard is also pitch black.

The sick young man coughed lightly, and walked along the grass.

It was a house in the east courtyard.

The candles in the room were still on.

A woman who is painting her eyebrows is reflected on the faint window screen.

The woman has a graceful figure, and even her hair bun is romantic and affectionate in the swaying light.

I don't know when the sky has snowed.

This is the first snow of the winter.

It fell thinly and scattered on the withered grass in the courtyard, as if covered with a layer of frost.

The sick scholar's shoulders also turned white, but he was not in a hurry.

He walked slowly.

The beauty in the room has put down the pen in her hand.

She has hands around her waist.

Shen Yu's fingers were clearly visible under the candlelight.

That was also a very flamboyant man, but soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because his throat has been punctured.

A thin pen passed along the neck, and the blood was sprayed on the window screen.

Like splashed ink and colorful plum blossoms.

The man opened his eyes wide, but he still didn't understand.

The scholar has already walked outside the door.

He didn't go in.

Just stood quietly outside.

The people in the room looked at the mirror for a while, and there was a tear mole at the corner of the beauty's eye in the mirror, looking romantic and amorous.

I don't know how many dignitaries bowed down under the smoky purple palace skirt.

But she never smiles.

Don't smile when you kill, don't smile when you die.

There was a coughing sound from time to time in the snow.

Slightly blue veins appeared on the sickly scholar's hands.Such a scene should be terrifying, but he is so proud to do it.

The door was pushed open with a "creak".

The beauty in the palace costume slowly walked out of the room.

She combed her temples with high clouds, and her smoky purple palace skirt curled up on the steps, like a lady in an old painting.

Compared with all the beauties in this rivers and lakes, she has more enduring ancient rhyme.

But her expression was cold.

She didn't leave, but stared at the sick young man for a long time.

The top of the green robe was covered with snow, and the snow fell even more.

"Can you see me?"

Wu Qun asked suddenly.

Her voice is not as clear and clear as that of ordinary women, but has a hazy feeling of smoke and snow.

Cool into the heart.

The sick scholar coughed again.

His clothes were stained with blood, but his face was pale and cold.

"Why can't I see you?"

he replied.

The woman in purple seemed to be stunned, and it took a long time before she sighed:

"Because I'm dead."

When she said this, the cold expression on her face finally changed slightly, and her eyes were as cloudy and quiet as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The sick scholar did not continue to ask.

He just said: "It's almost dawn."

It has been snowing all night, and the ground is bright silver against the pale sky.

Even the full moon is gone.

Wu Qun gently closed the door.

"You want to take me with you?"

It was clear that the graceful figure could be seen on the window screen before, but now the shadow under her feet suddenly disappeared.

The scholar didn't seem to notice it.

He gathered his green robe and walked out.

The ferry was extremely quiet today.

The two walked in tandem.

They walked without making a sound.

Holding an umbrella in her hand, Wu Qun walked slowly through the snow.It was clearly very cold weather, but the smoky purple palace dress was thin and tight.

"What is grandma looking at?"

The young man who started to shoulder the burden in the morning couldn't help asking when he saw the old man staring at one place all the time.

The old man slowly shook his head: "The weather is so cold that it kills me, but the girl is wearing such thin clothes."

What she said was true, but the young man followed his gaze and saw nothing.

I can't help but feel a little strange.

But he didn't ask again.

People like them live very hard every day, how can they take care of others.

The sick-looking scholar also heard that conversation.

Suddenly, I thought of the legend in the south of the Yangtze River: at the ferry, every full moon, there would be a ghost to offer tea on the way.

Only those who are about to die can see it.

The old man was so sick that he couldn't survive tomorrow.

The chicken crowed.

The sky is clear.

But the flamboyant ghost did not dissipate.

She was silent with an umbrella in her hand, but it seemed that no one had seen her.

Some people have already started posting notices above the city gate, offering rewards for the destruction of all the people in Zhizhou.

This ferry is the last town in the south of the Yangtze River.The man who died in Zhizhou's mansion was the favorite student of Fu Zongshu, the power minister at that time.

He was promoted to this position a month ago due to the Battle of Yanmen.

The high-rise mansion was completed last night, and it has become a desolate scene today.

Few people know the truth about the Yanmen Battle.

Thirty thousand soldiers were dragged to death because of food and grass, but the chief culprit lied about the military situation, singing and dancing in this golden ferry.

Many people in this arena wanted to kill him.

But they were all a step behind.

The two had already walked outside the city gate.

The sun will also rise.

The green-robed scholar suddenly stopped.

"I'm going to the capital."

he said.

The woman in the smoky purple palace dress behind her frowned slightly:

"It's very cold there in winter."

Her tone was indifferent, as if the capital was just spending the winter with her.

The scholar in Tsing Yi coughed lightly.

He seems to be coughing a lot, and the time for such a long illness is numbered.

"Fox fur can be customized."

he said.

The snowy ground illuminated by the sun has already begun to melt, and water droplets are slowly dripping from the umbrella ribs of Yanmei.

It falls on the beauty's eyebrows.

She is really beautiful.

Even the trembling long eyelashes are beautiful, but that beauty is covered with a layer of frost like winter.

Wu Qun nodded slightly.

It takes ten days from Jiangnan to the capital.

Both of them are people who don't like to talk too much, and they are quiet along the way.

The beauty in the smoky purple palace dress sat quietly in the carriage and looked out the window.

There were two people in the car, but the coachman thought it was one person, and even prepared a meal for one person when preparing meals.

Su Mengzhen lightly handed her the dry food in his hand.

There are very few men in this world who are amazing.But Su Mengzhen is such a person, just like his name.

It is also like the golden wind and light rain building.

Wu Qun reached out to take the dry food.

When the originally fragrant and soft pancake was in her hands, it suddenly turned black.

"poisonous."

she said lightly.

Su Mengzhen raised her eyebrows slightly.

Even though he knew that the cake was poisonous, his expression remained calm.

A man like him rarely showed any other expressions.

The carriage was still walking unhurriedly.

Neither of the two spoke anymore.

There are five more towns to go to the capital.

The coachman still brought hot cakes every day.

The ninth day.

In the dense forest on the outskirts of Beijing, the carriage finally stopped.

The forest is quiet, but it has an unusual murderous aura.

Wu Qun slowly opened the smoked plum bone umbrella.

"Are they going to kill you?"

She was talking about them and not about him.

There are no less than a hundred people in ambush in this forest.

Su Mengzhen coughed again.

"They're old acquaintances."

And these old acquaintances are brothers who have worshiped together in the Golden Wind and Rain Tower.

His voice was hoarse, but his expression was cold and aloof, as if nothing in this world could move him.

There are countless stabs in the back in the forest, as long as one order is given, the carriage will be shot into a beehive.

But neither of them moved.

The sun has set.

Suddenly, a stunning beauty in palace attire stepped out of the carriage.

She is really beautiful.

The smoky purple veil hangs down, and the plum bone umbrella in the hand makes the face more picturesque.

Even though the expression was as ice and snow, there were still many people who were already fascinated by it.

Only the coachman was shaking like he saw a ghost.

They all saw her.

Only dying people can see her in this world.

Wu Qun sighed slightly.

The coachman fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

No one saw how he died, this is the most terrifying thing in the world.

Many people died in this dense forest.

Su Mengzhen withdrew her hand lightly.There was a slight hint of bright red on the blue cuffs.

It was a nice knife.

The light when killing is also beautiful.

"Let's go."

He laughed hoarsely.

The beauty in purple opened her umbrella and followed behind him quietly.

"I heard that a slut can't laugh."

"Because there is resentment in my heart, the yang energy dissipates when I smile."

After walking for a long time, the sick scholar said suddenly.

Wu Qun looked up at him slightly.

Her eyes are beautiful, like ancient paintings, full of aftertaste.

She didn't deny it.

Su Mengzhen didn't ask any more.

The two walked quietly.

The sky was gloomy, and snow drifted up unknowingly, falling on the bone umbrella and melting slowly.

Snow covered tall buildings in the distance.

A man in a black coat is standing by the river fishing.

He has a very good name, called Baichoufei.