[Quick Transmigration] Disaster for the country

It was night, the bright moon was hanging high, the late cherry blossoms were just blooming, and the bright red cherry blossom petals fell with the wind, leaving a beautiful place all over the place.

In Jinling City, thousands of houses are lit up, the fragrant wind blows on both sides of the Qinhuai River, and the buildings are full of red sleeves, which is extremely prosperous.

A middle-aged man dressed in gold and silver came out drunk from the brothel, wearing a priceless emerald finger ring in his hand. He was the frequent visitor of the brothel, Mr. He.

Seeing that Mr. He was about to leave, the bustard who still had a charming face twisted her waist and walked up to meet him with a smile: "Oh, boss He, why are you leaving? Could it be that Shishi didn't take good care of him?"

Master He's footsteps were vain, and his face was flushed: "I... I have something to do tomorrow, next time! Next time I will order poetry!"

After finishing speaking, he took out a piece of silver to reward the old bustard.

The old bustard held the big ingot in his hand, squinted his eyes with a smile, and sent off Master He happily.

Unexpectedly, after a while, Miss Shishi ran to the old bustard in panic, and said: "It's not good, it's not good, Boss He is dead!"

On the other side, Master He walked into a dark alley, and within a few breaths, there was only a set of clothes thrown on the ground in the dark alley, and a charming and charming beauty came out.

The beauty tossed the emerald finger in her hand to the moonlight, and then put it into her sleeve with a smile, her phoenix eyes were fascinated.

This beauty is the notorious thousand-faced fox in Jianghu. She is a gangster who is very good at disguise. She has been arrested many times by the six doors but failed, and a reward of 1000 taels is offered for this person.

The moonlight shone on the bluestone slab, and the thousand-faced fox swayed its graceful figure, walking through the streets and alleys, and finally came to a dilapidated mansion, where weeds were overgrown, and it was extremely desolate.

Qianmianhu pushed the door open and went in, and in the blink of an eye he became another person, this time it was a white-faced scholar, he was about to walk through the courtyard, when he suddenly fixed his eyes, and saw a figure among the shadows of trees on the ground.

Qianmianhu turned around quickly, and saw a cherry blossom tree full of deep red and light pink petals under the bright moon. On the top of the tree, a monk in white stopped gently, like a butterfly perched on a branch.

The moonlight was like frost, and the monk was holding a rosary, dressed in white clothes better than snow, elegant and holy, like a lotus flower in the hands of Buddha.

Thousand-faced fox asked: "Who are you?"

Years of living in the rivers and lakes with swords, lights and swords gave him a fox-like intuition. At this moment, he felt a fatal danger.

The monk in white clasped his palms lightly, turned his head under the moonlight, his brows were bleak, and he said: "Amitabha, the poor monk has no flowers."

The seven wonderful monk Wuhua, who is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, is the ultimate master in Buddhism, who unexpectedly turned out to be him.

Thousand-faced fox said coldly: "Unexpectedly, you came to arrest me."

After speaking, he drew a soft sword from his waist and jumped up.

Wuhua raised her sleeves and blocked the sword with a bang. Under the moonlight, a cold light flashed, and it turned out to be a long knife.

The handsome monk smiled slightly: "The benefactor is wrong, the poor monk is not here to arrest you, the poor monk is just here to test the knife..."

As soon as the words fell, the light of the saber flickered, Wu Hua's saber was sharp, and he fought with Qianmianhu on the tree.

Qianmianhu's swordsmanship is nimble, and he moves towards the vital points with every move, but Wuhua always shuttles lightly among the flowers and leaves, moving between square inches, dodging the sword edge every time.

The sharp edge of the blade shook thousands of flowers and shadows, Wuhua raised the knife and cut, a bloodstain spread from the top of Qianmianhu's head to his chin.

With a bang, the thousand-faced fox opened its eyes wide and fell from the tree, turning into a corpse.

Facing the wind with a knife, the wonderful sword technique from Dongying, 20 years after the death of Tianfeng Shishiro, was finally practiced by his son again.

Bright red blood drops rolled down from the tip of the knife, Wuhua caught a cherry blossom, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said with a smile: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Flowers and moons, knives and blood, cruelty and beauty blend together, incomparably enchanting, just like this monk in white at the moment.

Wu Hua sheathed her knife and was about to leave when she suddenly saw Qianmianhu's hand stretching towards a stone lion in the corner of the courtyard, as if wanting to grab it.

Wuhua stepped over the fallen flowers all over the ground, walked towards the stone lion, looked at it for a while, then put her hand into the lion's mouth, and pressed it hard.

With a click, a tunnel appeared before her eyes, and Wuhua walked in.

Candles were lit in the tunnel, and there were scattered piles of gold, silver and jewels inside. Presumably, this was the treasure place of Qianmianhu, and it was full of treasures he had collected over the years.

Walking all the way to the end, there was a bronze door. Wuhua turned the lock and listened to the subtle sound inside the lock, and found the way to open the door after a while.

Although this kind of lock is exquisite, it cannot prevent martial arts masters.

With a click, the lock was unlocked, Wuhua pushed the door open, and was instantly stunned.

I saw the golden light shining, and the room was full of crystals, gold, emerald, agate, crystal... all kinds of gemstones were piled up on the ground, illuminating the whole secret room resplendently.

The peacock fur worth a thousand gold, the blood jade coral salvaged from the deep sea, and even the lost jade screen of the Huai'an Palace are all on display. This secret room can almost be said to gather the wealth of the world.

But what really shocked Wuhua was not these...

In the center of the secret room, a huge golden cage stood before her eyes. A smear of ink spread out, which was the long black hair of a woman. She was lying in the cage, her slender ankles were not wearing shoes, but were covered with golden chains.

Seemingly hearing the sound of the door opening, she opened her eyes and sat up, the room full of light shone on that peerless face.

Suet white jade is not as good as her snowy skin, and bright gemstones are not as bright as her bright eyes. She seems to be in full bloom, and the moon is shining brightly, shining the spring scenery of the world.

What gold and jade, agate and jade, she is the most valuable treasure here, it needs to be sealed with chains and hidden in a secret room so that no one can steal it.

Across the gap between the cages, the snow-skinned, black-haired beauty looked up at the white-clothed monk, her eyes sparkling like autumn water.

She smiled slightly and asked, "Master, are you here to save me?"

Beauty to seduce people is better than alluring sharp knives, killing people invisible.

Wu Hua closed her eyes, raised her palm and said, "Amitabha, sin is sin."

Shen Yin asked: "What is the crime?"

Is it not a sin to not answer without flowers, it is so beautiful?

He split the cage with the vajra palm, then walked up to Shen Yin, squatted down, held her feet, and crushed the golden chain.

The white soles of the feet fell into the monk's hands, so small, with red marks pressed by the chains on them, a silent temptation.

Shen Yin has no shoes, so Wu Hua picked her up and walked out of the secret room.

The slender beauty is like a magnolia flower in the monk's arms. She smiled innocently and charmingly: "Master, aren't monks not close to women?"

Wu Hua never looked down at her, nor did she pay attention to the gold, silver and jewels all over the floor, she just said softly: "Relic, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."