[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The snow is still falling quietly.

Wu Qun waited for a long time before seeing a boy in white coming from the snow.

That young man was so gentle and quiet, but his feet were covered with blood, which stained the snow red drop by drop.

Yan Gui's fingertips paused, suddenly she wanted to laugh, but she didn't laugh, she just watched the boy trekking step by step in silence.

The snow slid down the eyebrows and eyes, as if it was a cold spring, and it was amazingly beautiful.

The boy in white had already walked to the window.

The charm on the door could lock the ghost but not the person, but he didn't go in, just stood quietly outside the window.

Wu Qun slightly softened her eyes, and lightly brushed the falling snow off his collar.

Her eyes are very moving, as gentle and graceful as a lady in an old painting over the years.

"Su Mengzhen is dead."

Di Fei suddenly said in shock.

Yan Gui flicked Luoxue's hand for a moment, her brows were calm: "I know."

Her body was almost transparent, and the hands on her shoulders were colder than the snow outside the window, but she was still astonishingly beautiful.

She is about to dissipate.

Where do ghosts go after death?

The palm of the boy in white was already stained with blood.

The reason why the technique of reviving the soul is against the law of heaven is because it wants to continue life with the spirit of a real dragon, and exchange the life of the emperor for the life of a person in the underworld.And the heart of the ghost raiser is the medicine guide, if there is no medicine guide, all previous efforts will be in vain.

Di Fei waited for a long time.

He even calculated that Su Mengzhen would not give him the last drop of blood, so he wanted to kill him.

He was the third person, and he deserved to die too.

But he didn't expect that the emperor who was hanging his breath would die at this moment.

Thunder and lightning flashed in this snowstorm.

The medicine bowl in Mi Youqiao's hand suddenly shattered on the ground, and he stretched out his fingers tremblingly.

The pale-faced emperor was already out of breath.

In the snow, the figures intertwine.

Di Feijing learned everything he learned from Lei Shun, but he was better than Lan.He is younger and more ruthless than Lei Shan.

The young man in the green robe had blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, but the gentle and affectionate knife in his sleeve flew out in an instant.

Raising a ghost is already a backlash, and the memory of Yangui wakes up, and he becomes worse day by day.

Su Mengzhen coughed, her face was already pale.

Di Feijing was also injured.

But his hand had already penetrated into the man's heart.

The snow fell quietly.

It also seemed to cover up the sound of horseshoes.

"Before I came, I handed Fang Yingkan a letter."

Su Mengzhen said suddenly.

The boy in white was still very quiet, his hand had already held the beating heart.Until Su Mengzhen said the last sentence:

"I've taken it, and my hard work is useless."

His voice was harsh, colder than the snow in this winter.

That was the only girl he had ever loved. He had fed her with his heart and soul, but it was also him——that cut off her life with his own hands.

The horseshoe has already crossed the palace wall and came riding on the snow.

Di Fei was startled, the corners of his lips were slowly bloodshot.

Suddenly there was the sound of the death knell in the distance, and Mi Youqiao said sadly:

"Your Majesty, you are dead."

The snow fell quietly on the blue-robed young master Guhan's eyebrows, and the sound of the death knell echoed in his ears over and over again.

Su Mengzhen twitched the corners of her mouth, wanted to laugh but couldn't, there were blood tears in her eyes.

Huizong died.

How ridiculous.

He slowly closed his eyes, blood was continuously flowing out of the blood hole in his chest, staining the green robe and the snow ground red.

Su Mengzhen suddenly remembered that day when she first met, she was standing on the boat wearing a graceful palace skirt, watching Luoxue quietly.

She looked at it for a long time before turning her head and telling him: 'I don't want to die. '

He knew she was afraid.

The river at the ferry is very cold.

The cyan cloak has been buried in the snow.

Fang Yingkan stopped at the palace gate.

He didn't speak, and neither did Di Feijing.

He just remained silent and left the place quietly.

That gentle and handsome young man let the snow fall all over his body.

"Master?"

The person behind took a step forward, but Fang Yingkan waved his hand slightly:

"To see His Majesty."

Di Fei walked away in shock for a long time, and finally reached the hut.

The beauty in the ancient smoke palace dress quietly leaned against the window and waited for him.

The way she stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes was beautiful, and her lowered eyebrows looked quiet and gentle.

"Su Mengzhen is dead."

"I know," she said.

She just gently brushed the snow off his shoulders with a gentle expression.

The day gradually dimmed.

Snow-covered red plums are really beautiful.

Wu Qun suddenly said: "Do you still remember that I like plum blossoms?"

Di Fei raised the corners of his lips in shock: "I remember."

"When I first met you, you asked me to carve a plum blossom on the ice coffin."

Yangui nodded:

"Can you pick flowers for me again now?"

Her tone was soft, more easily scattered than this snowflake.

The boy in white has turned around.

The plum tree was right in front, and the wind blew the snowflakes down.

He stretched out his hand and gently broke the branch, but accidentally dropped it on the ground.

The boy bent down to pick it up, but blood was already dripping from the corner of his lips.

"I don't want you to see me dissipate. It must be ugly."

Wu Qun said softly.

The blood had already stained the front of his clothes, Di Fei paused with his fingertips in shock, but said:

"it is good."

He has always been gentle with her.

Wu Qun smiled softly: "I'm leaving, you have to take good care of yourself."

She has a beautiful smile.

In this vast world, the snow-covered red plums were actually suppressed.

But Yangui can't laugh.

Because she laughed and died.

Di Fei was shocked and didn't look back.

He just picked up the plum blossoms on the ground in silence, and carefully brushed off the snow from the branches.

It took a long time before she called softly: "A Qun."

Unfortunately, no one has answered him.

This snow-capped mountain is lonely, only a lonely boy with white hair is left.

Fanwai (the most unstoppable in the world)

"The most important thing is that I can't keep it in the world, Zhu Yan recites the mirror and the flower recites the tree."

The first time Di Feijing heard this poem was when he was 13 years old. At that time, he had not yet entered Liufenbantang, but he was just a young man who lived at the ferry and made his living on the ferry.

He was quiet and handsome, but he kept his head down all the time, and newcomers would always run to take a look.

It was a pity for them to look at it, because such a good-looking boy never raised his head.People who have lived there for a long time said that the boy's neck was broken by the beam when he was young, and it is good to be alive now.

So those young girls gradually rested their minds.

Di Feijing only rowed the boat quietly all the time, his face was calm, neither sad nor happy.

In spring, a fortune teller came to the town. He had a weird temper, but his divination was accurate.

Everyone in the town went to find the gentleman, but the fortune teller said, "I don't look at ordinary people."

There are no ordinary people in this ordinary town.

Di Feijing smiled lightly, and took him to another town on a boat.

The gentleman was holding a jug of wine in his hand, laying on the bamboo raft and taking a sip from time to time, it was already slightly smoky by noon.

"Boy, do you want to tell a fortune?"

Zhang Langzhong suddenly asked.

Maybe he was drunk, not even a rich man in the town, but he actually asked a boy who was punting a boat.

Di Fei laughed in surprise, "Don't you, sir, don't look at ordinary people?"

He also had a quiet smile.

Zhang Langzhong shook his head and said, "I really don't look at ordinary people."

But Di Feijing is not an ordinary person.

He is patient, smart, and not lacking in good luck, and one day he will stand out.

Zhang Langzhong narrowed his eyes and savored the birth date carefully, then took a sip of wine.

It was brewed by the townspeople themselves, and it was very strong.

After one gulp, it was hot in my stomach.

He threw the wine jug to the young boy who punted the boat, and sighed deeply:

"The most important thing is that I can't keep it in the world, Zhu Yan recites the mirror and the flower recites the tree."

Di Feijing also took a sip quietly.

A boy of his age is too calm.

Zhang Langzhong sighed: "The rain is leaking from the tripod of riches and honor, there is something lacking in the richness."

He laughed again while talking: "But who can achieve consummation in this life?"

Di Fei was startled and threw the flagon back again.

He has never believed in fate, but he still asked:

"What's that regret?"

Zhang Langzhong crossed his legs and looked at Momo Qingshan:

"You can't keep the one you love all your life."

His expression was a little bleak, and he hit the pot and sang:

"It's the most difficult thing to keep in the world. Zhu Yanci's speech is a mirror, a flower is a tree."

Di Fei Jing lowered his head quietly, but remembered the poem in his heart.

Zhang Langzhong is not a liar.

He said that Di Feijing would be successful, and Di Feijing really met a nobleman a month later.

It was a night.

It was a very cold night, and it was still drizzling at the ferry.

On his bamboo raft was an injured rivers and lakesman. That old man was named Lei Shun, the master of the world-renowned Six and a Half Church.

He brought the boy to the capital because the boy saved him.

Di Feijing is very smart. It took him only five years to learn what it took others a lifetime to learn.

For a person like him, even Lei Shun was surprised.

But he knew that this boy was very affectionate and he was very loyal to him.

So when he received Guan Qi's secret letter to kill him, he told him to go.

He is old, this world should be dominated by young people.

The ferry is where Di Feijing stayed when he was young.But three years ago, it became very empty because of a fire.

He came very late and the fight was over.

He stood on the boat and looked at the beauty in the ancient smoke palace dress sleeping quietly in the snow.

She is beautiful and quiet, like a quiet lady in an old painting, without a trace of popularity.

Also like Di Feijing who had nothing when he was young, lonely and lonely.

He picked up the girl and wanted to find a place to bury her in the earth.

But Yangui said, "It's too cold underground."

That was the first time he heard her speak, like fate.

Di Fei was shocked to remember the river where he used to ferry.

There is an ice hole there in winter.A beautiful girl like her certainly does not want to wither.

When the ice coffin was carved, she said she wanted plum blossoms.

He said, "Okay."

He remembered the appearance of Yangui, like the poem written by a fortune teller at sunset.

That is a beauty that cannot be kept in the world.

But he insisted on keeping her.

He spent three years visiting various places and finally found the secret recipe.

To kill the emperor is to kill the emperor, that is to kill all the people in the world, how can Di Feijing be afraid?

Starting from Guan Qi, one after another.

He wants her alive.

The river at that ferry is really cold.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Di Feijing coughed lightly: "A Qun."

There was blood spilling from the corner of the mouth.

People in this world have to pay a price to get something.Di Fei was shocked and wanted to resurrect the dead, so he had to bear the punishment of God.

The quiet, lonely boy closed his eyes slightly.

He was still holding that tender red plum in his hand, like a boy punting quietly waiting at the ferry.

The most important thing is that the world can't keep it.

He still lost after all.

"you are leaving?"

The boy who bowed his head asked lightly.

The beauty in the ancient smoke palace dress paused in her footsteps and turned her head slightly:

"Are you going to follow me?"

"it is good."