[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

It was not yet bright.

The snow on the ground is as clear as bright.

Wu Qun stood under the plum tree holding an umbrella.

She waited from last night until now, and the man finally came.

It was extremely quiet at this time, and even plum blossoms could be clearly heard falling under the snow.

The sound of the chains colliding slowly sounded.

Guan Qi walked very slowly.

Because he knew that there was a cage in front of him, a cage specially prepared for him.

But no matter how slow you go, the road will always come to an end.

Wu Qun didn't speak, she just looked at the man quietly.

Until the man walked up to her.

Guan Qi saw two people.

A beauty in a smoky purple palace attire, and a sick young man with a pale complexion under the blue tiles.

One of them stood under the tree, and the other leaned against the entrance of the alley, blocking the way of life and the way of death.

But no matter where they end up the same.

Guan Qi smiled and said:

"I'm afraid it won't work with just the two of you."

His words were arrogant.

He also has arrogant capital.

The name of Guan Qi has become a myth, an insurmountable myth.

Su Mengzhen coughed lightly, but he didn't speak, but slowly stood up straight with his blue cloak on.

It was a very attractive demeanor, contemptuous, wild and strong.

The hand hidden under the sleeve robe is slender and gentle, like the bright color on the handle of a drizzle knife.

Guan Qi was waiting for him to make a move.

But it was another person who shot first.

A woman he thought would come after him.

Wu Qun slightly lowered her eyes and pulled out a sharp blade from the bone umbrella.

Her umbrella is beautiful, but it is a murderous umbrella.

Because there is actually a knife hidden in the umbrella, a narrow samurai/sword with a thin blade.

The eyes of the man in gray finally lit up.

He knew this kind of knife, and also knew that few people in the Central Plains could use this kind of knife.

Guan Qi is a very arrogant person, but also a person who respects martial arts very much.

So he rarely made a gesture of invitation to this frail beauty.

Wu Qun's eyes were very quiet, she looked at the still handsome man and said lightly:

"It's a trick I learned a long time ago."

Why did she say this?

No one knows, but she has already made a move.

That was a quick cut.

Like wind, like rain, like lightning and thunder.

Bringing the color of the world's desolate snow to the wind.

Three feet of snow covered the ground was cut off by the sword energy.

When the wind blows, the skirts of his clothes are cold, and a strand of hair from Guan Qi'er has already fallen.His complexion did not change, and there was even excitement in his eyes: "What is this saber technique called?"

he asks.

Guan Qi is a very powerful person, he is not only powerful, he is almost invincible.

The innate body-shattering invisible sword energy is always everywhere.

The tiger's mouth of Wu's skirt was a little shattered, and blood slowly flowed down the handle of the knife.

Yangui also has blood and pain.

But her eyes are still cold, like ice that cannot be broken.

The invisible sword energy collided with the tangible hilt, and the thorns on the samurai/knife slowly shattered.

Guan Qi felt a little pity in his eyes, this saber technique is very good, and the person who made it is also very good, but it is just good.

But the next moment he stopped.

Because the knife that had been defeated and passed by suddenly turned back and pierced his shoulder fiercely.

"This knife is called Yingfeng Slash."

The beauty in the ancient smoke palace dress said lightly.

The snow fell harder, and the man's cough was faintly heard.

He just quietly leaned against the entrance of the alley, without any intention of making a move.

slowly.

Guan Qi's gray clothes turned white, and so did his hair.

But he suddenly laughed, flaunting his handsome face:

"This knife is very good."

Wu Qun did not speak.

She just quietly watched the blood drops on the knife, drop by drop falling into the whiteness of the cold sky.

Guan Qi's eyes were full of interest.

He ignored the injury on his shoulder, but said: "You can come together."

He's already getting serious.

But Wu Qun turned to look at him.

Her gaze is very beautiful, like a lady in an old painting in the alley, she is quiet and moving.But there was an indescribably murderous aura in that deserted silence.

No woman has that kind of look.

No other woman is as beautiful as her.

Guan Qi sighed lightly: "I seem to have seen you before."

Wu Qun shook her head slightly: "I don't like to hear such words."

Guan Qi seems to understand that women like to be unique, especially a peerless beauty.

They always hope that men can put them in their hearts, not specious.

There was also this meaning in his eyes.

But this time he was wrong.

The beauty in the palace skirt on the opposite side quietly turned half of her face, and said coldly:

"I don't like it because four people have said that to me in the last three months, and they never said the second half of it."

"What's the second half of the sentence?"

Guan Qi squinted his eyes and asked.

Wu Qun sighed: "Of course you met me somewhere."

This is really a very gentle tone, and there is a strange charm in contrast to her cold face.

Guan Qi stopped talking.

He has always been a person who dares to speak, but he is silent at this moment.

The snow slowly fell on the bone umbrella, and the cold seeped into people.

Wu Qun's long eyelashes shook off the fine snow like a small fan.

It was a very quiet scene, both of them were waiting.

They waited a long time.

It was the sick young man who was leaning against the blue tiles who spoke first.

He gently gathered his cloak and asked, "How are the three people who said they met you before?"

This seems to be just a random question.

Wu Qun frowned slightly: "They are naturally very good."

"Oh?"

Su Mengzhen slightly raised her eyebrows.

The beauty in the palace costume held an umbrella and said: "They are not as good as me in martial arts, I let them say a name and let him go."

"They all asked me to find Guan Qi."

She's done talking.

The handsome man in gray moved his lips:

"They asked you to come to Guan Qi?"

His voice is a little strange.

Wu Qun didn't seem to notice it, and said lightly: "It's true."

Snow fell all over the place.

Guan Qi's martial arts is higher than hers, but he knows a lot of things.

So she could only wait for him.

After a long time, the man in gray said lightly:

"I can tell you in three days."

He didn't say why he had to wait until three days later, and Wu Qun didn't ask, she just said:

"it is good."

It was getting dark.

Guan Qi has left.

Only Su Mengzhen and Wu Qun are left in the snow.

The green-robed young man coughed lightly: "I'm leaving."

He is not in good health, and this time it is his limit to make an appointment with her, but he still said:

"I'll be with you in three days."

The voice was faint, without any emotion.

Wu Qun did not speak either.

There is only white snow left in this alley.

The beauty in the ancient smoky palace dress quietly holds an umbrella.

The mystery was almost solved, but for some reason, she always felt that it was not that simple.

There was already a person standing at the entrance of the alley.

He didn't know how long he had been standing, maybe it was when the twilight was approaching.

When Wu Qun saw him, her heart suddenly became quiet.

"You came."

she said.

Di Feijing smiled slightly: "You seem to be very troubled."

His tone is gentle, clean and handsome like a teenager.

He was indeed a boy in white with his head bowed.

Wu Qun sighed: "I seem to know who killed me already."

She said so, but there was a little melancholy on her face.

Di Fei was shocked and didn't ask any more questions.

He just gently held the umbrella for her.

"Maybe I can walk with you again."

he said.

Wu Qun looked at him quietly.

That is really a good-looking boy. She looked at it for a long time, but the boy kept his head down.

"Why don't you look at me?"

she asked suddenly.

"Because I have a disability."

The handsome boy in white still had a gentle voice.

He seems to always be so gentle and lonely.

Wu Qun stopped asking, she just said, "Where are we going?"

The blood-dripping wrist was quietly hidden in the cuff.

Di Fei shook his head in shock, but did not speak.

He sighed, gently stretched out his hand to hold Yan Gui's wrist, her tiger's mouth had been shattered, and she was still slowly dripping blood, it was really an eyesore on Ruxue's bright wrist.

Wu Qun saw it too.

"No problem."

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, she saw the handsome and gentle young man in white gently kissing the wound.

His posture was very gentle, as if he was treating a treasure.

The beauty in the palace skirt quietly lowered her eyebrows.

They walked for a long time.

The bustling city was still bustling at night, they only saw a boy in white clothes holding an ancient umbrella, he was so handsome, he bought a river lantern with his head down.

This river lantern was left over from last year. In winter, the river freezes, so no one would buy it.

The hawker just wanted to try his luck, but he actually came across one.

"This is for me?"

Wu Qun asked.

Di Fei Jing tenderly handed the river lantern to her:

"I heard that if you write your troubles on them, they will be washed away by the river and they won't come back next year."

His voice was very thin and soft, just like him.

Only children would believe this.

Wu Qun did not refuse.

She reached out to take the river lantern, and said softly, "Thank you."

In the past few days, it has been snowing heavily, and the river has already been covered with a layer of ice.

Even the painting boats only stop at the shore.

Wu Qun lightly wrote down her wish with a black pen. She wrote very seriously, even her long eyelashes were reluctant to tremble.

Half of the face on the slight side is beautiful under the light.

Di Fei waited quietly by the side.

A gentle and handsome boy like him is pleasing to the eye even standing here.

Wu Qun has finished writing.

She put the river lantern on the ice and frowned slightly.

Di Feijing kept his head down.

But he gently took her hand.

A steady stream of internal force came from the palm, and Wu Qun's hand was cold and felt a little hot at the moment.

The ice surface has been melted away by internal force, and the water is gurgling to break through the ice layer, taking the river lantern still burning with red wax away to the distance.

He didn't speak, just looked at her and smiled.

Wu Qun couldn't laugh.

She suddenly stretched out her arms and gently put her arms around the handsome young man in white.

She held him for a long time.

It was almost dawn.

The lights gradually faded away.

"Does it hurt?"

She gently slid her cold fingertips across the collar, and asked suddenly.

Di Fei lowered his eyes in shock: "It doesn't hurt."

He didn't ask why she killed Lei Shan, just like he didn't ask why he covered it up for her regardless of Liufentang's kindness.

Di Feijing will always be with that gorgeous ghost named Wu Qun.