Official match won't let me be beautiful [Comprehensive martial arts]

It is mentioned in "Fu Sheng Shi Hui": Oleander is also a false oleander, its leaves are like bamboo, its flowers are like peach, and it is neither bamboo nor peach, hence the name.

It was the turn of summer and autumn, and the oleanders in the backyard of Jingyun Temple were in full bloom.

There are countless pure white flowers blooming in the sun among the oily green leaves, and the stamens are light blue-yellow, which is very beautiful.

Xinlan has lived in the temple for a while, and she sits and talks with the monks every day, plays the piano, cooks tea, cooks rice and waters the flowers...

It doesn't sound very interesting, but Wuhua's Vegetarian Cuisine is really excellent, and he has a strange temperament, which makes it difficult to make people feel bored.

Every day is indifferent and peaceful, just watching the scene pass by like flowing water.

The girl stared at the flowers for a long time with her hands behind her back.

Finally couldn't bear to reach out to pick it up.

It is said that the grass and trees in front of the Buddha may have spirituality, but Xin Lan does not believe it.But believe it or not, she still planned to pick one when she saw that no flowers were there.

——The fingertips touched the calyx at the beginning, but the wrist was held by someone.

The young monk frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Miss Iron, no!"

His left hand held her right hand, with little strength but he could not break free.

Xinlan wasn't the one who wanted to pick it, she didn't have the taste to destroy flowers with hands.

But the other party refused so strongly, and she was also a little annoyed: "General temples will pick flowers and leaves, make sachets and sell them to pilgrims who go up the mountain on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year. The salary is used for temple expenses or to help the poor. I spend one or two Just buy this one for silver, and put it in a vase to keep it alive, master?"

Wuhua just shook her head: "It's really impossible."

The girl's pretty face was more beautiful than flowers, but she pouted her lips and said coldly: "Okay, I just don't pick it off... Can Master let it go?"

The monk in green shirt seemed to have noticed his actions, lowered his eyes slightly, bowed his head and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, the poor monk was in a hurry... I offended the girl."

When he apologized, he was very sincere, and his handsome face was also stained with a thin layer of crimson.

If it weren't for the clean top of the head, he would look like a self-restraining and polite young man, rather than a monk with clean six senses.

In an instant, Miss Tie seemed to lose her temper, she waved her hands and said: "Anyway, the master is a monk, and the beauty in his eyes is dry, so it's okay... Hey, I'll run away and pick some wild flowers." then left.

The green-clothed monk waited quietly for a long time.

After a pause, he spread out the palm of his left hand. Naturally, there was nothing on it, except for a few lines of different shades representing each person's unique destiny.

"...Why don't you let her pick it?" Suddenly there was an ethereal female voice behind him, and it was a little cold.

Turning around, I saw a ghostly figure in white clothes standing at the end of the gravel road. His hands, feet and face were all hidden in the white robe and scarf, and he couldn't even see his eyes.

"Why not let her pick it? If she picks a few more flowers, it will save us from doing it." The woman in white asked again.

Wu Hua's expression was indifferent, without surprise, she seemed not even interested in looking at her, and said slowly: "If she only picks one flower, or if she picks too many... no matter if the poison is too shallow or too deep, it will be destroyed. mother's plan."

The woman in white was silent for a while, her eyes hidden behind the veil were completely untouched.

She should still be extremely young, with a light and graceful figure, but she has such a pair of eyes that are as cold as ice and should never belong to a young girl.

Those deep eyes looked at the rows of crowded oleanders, and finally just said softly: "If you want her to suffer less, you should do it yourself quickly... Master, Master, she has already appeared. I left the desert and was heading inland... If she sees this girl's face, she won't let her go."

Wuhua didn't answer her, as if she didn't hear anything said by this ghostly being.

And the woman in white didn't need him to answer anything.

She finally took a look at the oleander that was in full bloom, and disappeared from the monk's sight with a ghostly movement as when she came.

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Xinlan picked a bunch of colorful unknown wild flowers, and when she slowly lifted her skirt up the stone steps and returned to the temple, it was dusk.

The monk in the green shirt was playing the piano under the plane tree in the courtyard, and only the flying yellow leaves fell lightly to cheer him up.

The plain strings are melodious, just like pouring down from the majestic snow mountain, the long voice is like the gurgling of a clear spring, and the bass winds to the green and red, adding a three-point elegance...

The piece he played today is very special. I haven't heard it in the past few days.

For this reason, at the end of the song, Iron Girl clapped her hands to show her praise, causing the flower branch she was holding to shake and shake, and a few petals fell off.

The monk got up and smiled.

His smile was still so polite and gentle: "Iron girl, what else do you want to hear? Poor monks are not talented, but there are generally some famous songs in the world."

It was only then that Xinlan discovered that he had prepared a white porcelain vase on the incense table, and put some mountain spring water in it, apparently for her to grow flowers... Seven wonderful monks, he is really a careful person.

She smiled back, and carefully inserted the wild flowers into the porcelain vase one by one, with a cheerful tone: "I don't know how to play the piano, but I can play a few flute pieces at most. If the master is interested, I'd be happy to listen to whatever he plays."

"Okay...then I'll play a few more songs for the girl at will." The monk in the green shirt smiled and handed over a cup of tea with both hands: "The girl must be thirsty after being out for so long...don't worry, this tea Not bad." He said softly.

When Xinlan took it, she felt that the body of the cup was still warm, but it was far from hot, and it was just right for her to drink.The lid of the cup was also removed, and it was put aside, only to see the clear tea soup, with a faint fragrance blowing towards the face.

The teacup is not big, and Wuhua's movement of letting go is too slow.

Her pale fingertips just happened to lightly brush the back of his hand... In this neither hot nor cold season, she felt a little cold.

It has nothing to do with Fengyue, just touch and leave.

Never worth anyone's attention.

The monk wore a wide robe with narrow sleeves, and his suddenly slightly trembling hands were covered under the blue cloth.

When he returned to sit in front of the lyre under the tree, turned around and started playing the lyre again, his face was still peaceful and the sound of the lyre was as ethereal as before.

Xinlan found a stone bench and sat down, concentrating on appreciating the skills of the wonderful monk.The sound of the zither is gradually rising, and the teacup that has been held in the palm of the hand is gradually approaching the girl's tender lips...

——With a "snap", the string broke.

At the same time, a soft but cold female voice suddenly sounded around.

It is obviously very light, but it has the aura of thunder on the ground: "Your piano sound is too chaotic... It is far from the popularity of famous teachers."

The smooth rim has not yet touched the lips.

Xinlan raised her head and looked around, the voice was very close, but she didn't see anyone, which shows that her martial arts are really unpredictable.

The green-clothed monk managed to calm himself down as if facing a formidable enemy, and said with a smile: "Since the benefactor has already entered the temple gate, why not show up for a while, even a poor monk...cook tea to entertain guests."

The female voice smiled coldly and seemed to be getting closer: "Tea?"

"Yeah, it's still a new tea this year..." Wuhua replied softly.

In this instant, he actually pulled out a thin rapier from the lyre, and slashed behind him!

It was a woman in a black robe with long hair draped over her shoulders like flowing clouds, wearing a mask with dead eyebrows and dead face, but it was carved out of agarwood.

When the silver sword came, she neither dodged nor evaded, and there seemed to be a leisurely smile on the face behind the mask.But with a flick of the long sleeve of his right hand, the sword broke into several pieces and fell to the ground...

A part of it, whether it was a coincidence or because of such unpredictable kung fu, suddenly flew upwards, and pierced the monk's shoulder bone from the back, which was crossing the wall with light kung fu.

——It turned out that Cai Wu's tricks looked ruthless just now, but he knew he was invincible, and fled with a feint!

"The seven wonderful monks who are well-known in the rivers and lakes are such courageous people..." The black-robed woman sighed regretfully.

Without moving his left hand, he raised his right hand, causing the yellow leaves all over the ground to spread out and sweep towards him!I also want to know how sharp these "hidden weapons" made of fallen leaves are, and how they will cut people all over with cuts and bruises...

At the critical moment, the woman in white who was hiding in the dark rushed out, blocked most of the attacks, and hoarsely said: "Go!"

The other injuries were suffered by her thin body, the white gauze covering her body was damaged in many places, and a lot of blood oozes out...

Wuhua didn't even look at it, and she didn't seem to care about it, she was just desperately trying to do it like a mantis.

Instead, the black-robed woman withdrew her hand and shook her head: "You are very loyal."

The veil covering the face has been engulfed by the airflow, and blown to nowhere. The woman in white reveals the true face that has been hidden all along: I can see ravines on it, twisted and full of scars... How can this be the face of a young girl? The appearance, this is simply the face of a rakshasa evil spirit!

——Especially with Tie Xinlan standing beside her.

The martial arts of the girl in white is far inferior to that of the girl in black, but she can always try to kidnap the seemingly ignorant Tie girl beside her, and the worst thing is to die here.

But she just coughed up a mouthful of blood, laughed a few times, and said to Xinlan: "You... are really lucky."

Xinlan looked at the other party's hideous and ugly face, she was slightly startled, and said slowly: "I do know that I am luckier than most girls in this world, but it is definitely not because of my appearance."

The girl in white smiled bitterly and said, "A girl as happy as you... will never understand." After she finished speaking, she turned her head and raised her chin, and walked towards the woman in black robe who was silent for a while: "If you want to kill or cut, Just do it!"

The black-robed woman looked at her with a calm tone: "I heard that Shi Guanyin adopted many apprentices, and one of the most beautiful ones suddenly ruined his face one day... Your name is Qu Wusi, isn't it?"

The lips of the girl in white moved: "There is no more Qu Wusi, my name is Qu Wurong."

The eyes behind the mask of the black-robed woman seemed to be slightly regretful, but she didn't say anything more, just waved her sleeves: "You go... Tell Shi Guanyin that the Central Plains Wulin is not her yellow sand desert, dare to fight with Yihua Palace Those who do right...will be killed."

Qu Wurong left with injuries all over his body.

The black-robed woman seemed to have just seen a living young girl standing here, and her face showed no fear.

She mocked lightly: "Did you know that if you drink that tea, you will be poisoned and controlled... When you dress up in the future, you will see a terrifying face exactly like that of Qu Wurong in the mirror?"

Tie girl looked at her for a while, the corners of her lips parted slightly, and said softly: "Although something is wrong, the reason is not very clear...Xin Lan thanked Palace Master Lian Xing for saving her life."

The black-robed woman was slightly moved, and her beautiful eyes frowned slightly: "How do you know who I am? Could it be... Wu Que is not willing to hide it from you after all?"

The girl shook her head: "When he drew a line with me, he didn't say a word... I guessed it myself."

Lian Xing looked at her, and smiled slightly: "I thought Wu Que fell in love with a somewhat delicate girl. Yihua Palace is too deserted, and he is too lonely. Only generous and lively girls can break into his heart." ...But if this girl is too sensitive sometimes, she will be more likely to be sad."

She took off the mask she was wearing, and looked at Xinlan seriously: "You and Jiang Xiaoyu are good friends, you don't want to kill him completely, do you?"

"Yes." She replied very quickly, and her tone was firm.

Lian Xing sighed for a long time: "Then, Wu Que can't marry you. I'm just here to tell you... You'd better forget Hua Wu Que and Jiang Xiaoyu right away, the duel between them is inevitable. Avoid...no one can intervene."

Xinlan pursed her lips and said firmly: "But I just want to remember no one, no one can forget."

The Second Mistress of Yihua Palace was not annoyed by the girl's ignorant rejection.

She just came to tell her about this matter, and then left without fear of Tie Xinlan causing any trouble: "But he will forget about you... It's just because of you." The last few words disappeared. In the soft autumn wind.

"Forget about me...you said it was for me?" Xinlan murmured, turning the rim of the cup in her hand down with her slender fingers, and with a little force on her hand, it was crushed into a little powder and fly ash...but it was empty. Yes, not a drop of water fell to the ground.

—no one knows when she poured out the contents of the glass.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-0114:57:22~2020-07-0220:58:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Wuchengcheng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will not continue to work hard!

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On the day of the birthday party, Huahua's sudden indifference was due to the appearance of Lianxing, and Lan Lan had already guessed that he had difficulties, but she was still wronged and angry.

Lan Lan is not an innocent girl, she just plays tricks. [You don't still think that Lan Lan is weak and can bully the five scum, right? 】Chu Liuxiang didn't even call "Miss Iron", but Wuhua knew her surname was Tie, isn't it strange?And actually want to flirt openly and secretly, my Lan Lan is only able to flirt with her official partner!

Yaoyue Lianxing's aliases when he walked the rivers and lakes were Mr. Tong and Mrs. Mu, wearing black robes and masks, including when communicating with Jiang Biehe.Oleander is poisonous, very poisonous. Of course, those weird ones in the desert are more poisonous, and they can also achieve the purpose of controlling people.

Qu Wurong is Shi Guanyin's apprentice, Shi took a fancy to her talent, killed Qu's parents and adopted her, later grew up seeing her too beautiful and became jealous, ruining her appearance.Wuhua is the son of Shi Guanyin. He feels that even if he has done all the bad things, he is more noble than most people in the world. In the original book, he once seduced the maidservant [even the secret knot of the beaded fetus] to steal treasures for him...so don't do it for him She feels pity for Lan Lan's slight wavering, although the broken string was indeed before the appearance of Lian Xing.