[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

It was a slow sword.

The ups and downs are like clouds but they are unavoidable, Shu Juan's cold light has penetrated the heart.

Is it the breeze or the bright moon that comes with the tide?

This sword is really amazing.

It is the thirteen styles of Qingfeng of Huashan School.

There are only three people in this world who know the Thirteen Styles of Breeze, and now there may be one more.

Wu Qun sighed, and slowly turned around:

"Yuan Suiyun."

Her tone of voice seemed to have a wonderful tune, and there was spring and starfall in the man's eyes.It seems that all the words are in her smiling face.

In an instant, thousands of colors are lost.

Yuan Suiyun's sword was still stuck in the body of the underground man.

His brows were furrowed, and he was carefully wiping each finger with a handkerchief.

This is really an extraordinary man, power, status, martial arts and a good appearance, all given to him alone.

But he is not satisfied.

No blind man will be satisfied with this.

Sometimes he just wants to open his eyes and see the lives flowing through his fingers.

Wu Qun quietly looked at this man who looked like a gentle and elegant son of a family.

His expression was gentle when he killed.

It's as leisurely as playing chess, and the long sleeves are like flowing clouds.

Yuan Suiyun had already thrown the handkerchief into the sea.

The veil turned into powder when it met the sea, and was crushed down by the rolling waves in an instant.

He finally smiled: "Miss Nine."

It was a wonderful smile.

Wu Qun blinked slightly, and sighed: "How can there be a blind person like you in this world."

"Oh?"

Yuan Suiyun asked.

But the beauty shook her head and said: "If you are here, everyone in this world will have to poke their eyes."

Her tone was soft, and the emerald hair on her hair made a crisp sound when blown by the sea breeze.There was a light smile on the face that was like jade and snow, like a joke.

But Yuan Suiyun knew that this was close to the truth.

The hand holding the folding fan paused slightly, and sighed for a long time:

"Ninth girl, why do you have to make fun of me?"

He still had a gentle smile on his face, he was really a gentle and elegant young man.

Wu Qun glanced at him, but asked, "Why did you come here?"

Yuan Suiyun shook his head: "I followed someone else, but that person came later than me."

He didn't look like he was lying.

"Who?"

Wu Qun asked softly.

The smile on the man's face deepened: "No, Hua."

Wu Qun's complexion did not change, and her lips parted slightly, sighing slightly: "He's here too~"

The tails of the eyes that were slightly lowered were like embroidered colors, touching people's soul.

Yuan Suiyun smiled and remained silent.

The morning clouds are rising, and the sea is clear and round after the night rain.

Egrets and gulls spread their wings between the sea and the sky.

This is an island.

A very deserted island.

And now a ship has arrived on the island.

A monk dressed in white stood facing the wind.

He has a noble temperament, and his face is like the breeze and the moon, but it makes many women feel ashamed.

The rosary in the monk's hand has stopped.

The island is not big, and there is a palace that is particularly conspicuous.

Wuhua's eyes dimmed.

Sitting on the couch, Wu Qun shook her ankles slightly, listening to the voice outside the door, slightly curled the corners of her lips.

The palace was very dark, the moonlight brocade was spread all the way to the bed, and the two sides were only decorated with night pearls.

And the dim light was shining on a beautiful woman.

It was just a back, graceful and swaying.The hair like a crow's feathers slid down the brocade clothes, and the waist that was lining was not full, like a beautiful face just blooming, which made people feel fascinated.

This beauty is already magical.

The footsteps of the monks outside the palace paused.

That crisp voice was exceptionally clear in the empty palace.

Wuhua's eyes dimmed, but the candlestick beside the couch fell.

The red candle that was about to burn out fell to the ground and slowly smoked along the moon brocade.

The fire burned to the feet and flickered a few times before it went out.

Dan Kou, who reflected the fingertips of that person, was extraordinarily charming.

Breathing is clearly visible in the hall.

The flirtatious beauty slowly turned her head.

"Grandmaster."

She cried softly.

Xuezu stood on tiptoe slightly and slowly walked towards him.

No flowers did not move.

His expression was calm, but a little too calm.

The beauty had already come to her side, she leaned lightly on his shoulder, and sighed slightly: "Master, I hurt."

Her face was flushed, and there was a faint fragrance of snow lotus in her breath.

As long as you take a look, you will know that beauty is not empty talk.

Wuhua's hands paused.

After a long time, she sighed, "A Qun."

"I'm late."

Why did he say that?

Because he saw the bowl of cold medicine by the table.

The reason why Wuhua is called the Seven Wonderful Monks is because he has a lot of knowledge, and there are naturally medical principles in it. An ordinary doctor may not know what medicine it is, but Wuhua does.

'Walk the evening face. '

He narrowed his eyes slightly:

'I'm afraid Ah Qun is already addicted. '

Seeing that he was silent, Wu Qun rubbed against his shoulders a few more times, and the fragrant silk of crow's feathers lightly brushed against the monk's neck in white.

The demeanor is full of intimacy and dependence.

She may not know who she is holding in her arms at the moment.

Maybe he knew it again.

The monk in white moved his fingertips slightly, looking at the only dead person in the hall.

The white jade demon is dead, and the blood from the blood hole on his chest has dried up on his clothes.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

Who killed it?

Originally, a small sword mouth was covered by chaotic swords, but it was impossible to tell what kind of move it was.

Wuhua sighed: "Don't worry, you will find them all."

Half a day had passed when Chu Liuxiang arrived on the island.

The remaining palace seems to indicate that it has long been empty.

His heart is a little heavy.

Ji Liu glanced at the palace and sighed: "It really is a gentle town."

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly: "It's a pity that the beauty in the palace has disappeared."

After he finished speaking, he stopped suddenly because he smelled a bloody smell.

Ji Liu also stopped.

"Who?"

Ding dong ding dong's blood dripped on the main hall.

The two looked at each other and walked slowly behind the pillar.

There is a person lying on the pillar.

No, that may no longer be called a human being.

His whole body was bloody and his limbs were cut off.Even the eyes were gouged out.

Ji Liu sighed: "It really is him."

"Who?"

Chu Liuxiang asked.

Ji Liu shook his head and said: "He is the one who rented the boat that day, but now he has come to such a state for some reason."

Chu Liuxiang remained silent.

Because he, too, had recognized the man.

"White Jade Devil!"

he whispered.

Ji Liu's face finally changed: "Is this the White Jade Demon?"

Chu Liuxiang nodded, his heart sank.

He thought of A Qun, and thought that she had stayed in the hands of such a demon for three days.

Seeing him like this, Ji Liu comforted him: "Xiang Shuai doesn't need to blame himself, that girl is a lucky girl, she must have been rescued."

Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly and remained silent.

No matter who is able to quickly take her away from the island after killing the White Jade Demon, this method cannot be underestimated.

Falling into his hands, Ah Qun...

He seemed to have decided in his heart that all the men in this world harbored malice towards this stunning beauty.

Only he can protect her.

This is really not like Chu Liuxiang.

Ji Liu sighed.

After they left, two people slowly walked out from the underground of the palace.

The one who walked in front was a gentleman of a noble family with a gentle temperament. It was a very wonderful background. When you looked at him, you couldn't imagine what he looked like when he was down.

Just because he is always a winner.

No one knows what is under those gentle eyebrows.

Behind him followed a strong man in gray clothes.

It was Ding Feng.

Ding Feng glanced at the sail that had gone away, then lowered his head again.

"You're curious."

Yuan Suiyun asked suddenly.

'Since he wanted to use the beauty as a weapon, why did he kill the white jade demon before Wu Hua came to arouse suspicion? '

Ding Feng thought to himself, but never asked.

Just whispered: "The young master has his own consideration."

'I have my own consideration~'

Yuan Suiyun murmured something, but suddenly smiled.

The boat was out of sight.

Yuan Suiyun stood with his hands behind his back, his brocade clothes rustled by the sea breeze.

"People in the world say that beauty deceives people, but now it seems to be true."

I don't know who sighed.

Wuzheng Villa is a century-old Jianghu family. When it was still brilliant, no one dared to touch its edge.

There are naturally some secrets in such a family.

For example, Yuan Suiyun's blindness, or the twelve volumes of beauty scrolls.

That was the secret buried in the ashes of Wuzheng Villa, but it reappeared a month ago with a burnt skirt.

There are twelve volumes of beauties in the Red Chamber, and the last volume is Yunyan Xijinyi.

Yuan Suiyun didn't believe in this kind of fox ghost legend, but when the stunning beauty in the painting really appeared in Jianghu, he had no choice but to believe it.

The wish of that day...

It's almost there too.

It was late at night.

A black boat was swinging leisurely in the sea.

A monk in white was sitting on the bow.

He held a woman in his arms, a woman whose face could not be seen clearly.

The man in charge of the boat is a man in his early twenties, and he usually solicits customers in this water area.

I didn't expect to meet a monk today.

He glanced at the woman in the monk's arms with only half of her face exposed, and his heart felt a little warm.

I do not know how long it has been.

The boat is approaching the shore.

The monk in white suddenly asked, "Where are you going?"

The boatman's hand holding the oar paused: "There is something wrong with the boat, and I'm afraid it won't be able to travel that far."

"I stopped at the shore and let other boats take Master for a ride."

Wuhua nodded: "I'm sorry."

The boatman just breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly stopped.

He fell into the sea with his eyes wide open.

The chest pierced by broken silver dyed the surface of the sea blood red.

Wuhua sighed: "I don't like others looking at her."

"You have to remember."

The boatman could no longer speak.