The moon is dark and the wind is high, which is a good weather for killing people and setting fires, stealing fragrance and jade.
Song Qingshu stood on a mountain bag in black, letting the cold wind blow down his whole body in the middle of the night, and focused on the Three Saint Temple in the distant valley.
Assuming that the person inside had fallen asleep, Song Qingshu jumped and his body drifted with the wind. When he was exhausted, he stepped on the leaves and pointed it gently, and his body could jump forward several feet.
When he quietly climbed into the Three Saint Temple, he looked back at the distance he had been walking, and sighed sincerely: Stepping on Sha Wuhen can indeed be called the world's number one light skill.
After checking around, she found that no one was alarmed. Song Qingshu showed a satisfied smile, continued to hide his body, and touched Chen Yuanyuan's room all the way.
In ancient times, windows like this were not prevented from thieves or peeping. I really don’t know what it is for.
Song Qingshu stared at the paper-stuffed window in front of him, and dared to be speechless. He quickly learned the tricks on TV, drank a little saliva, and poked it gently, and then pierced the window paper silently, turning his eyes over and looking inside.
The room was dim and I saw two people lying on the bed. Song Qingshu was suddenly disappointed: Could it be Chen Yuanyuan and her adulterer?Although this woman is pretty, she is not a chaste woman. She often blames her for her own fault.
Despite his sighs, he still remembered the purpose of this trip. Song Qingshu opened the window and jumped in gently. As soon as he landed, he saw a person on the bed turning over with some sense. Song Qingshu's pupils shrank, and his feet kicked back hard. He rushed over like a sharp arrow. He lit the sleeping holes of the two on the bed in a flash, and then he let out a sigh of relief.
The soft touch from the fingertips stunned Song Qingshu, and looked down with the faint moonlight.
Under the ancient tulle curtain of the flower sandalwood bed, a young girl slid down most of her quilt, revealing a moon-white silk strapless bra. Three thousand black hairs were spread on it as soft as water, reflecting her skin as snowy as skin.
The long eyelashes in the sleep trembled slightly with each breath. After seeing the pretty face clearly, Song Qingshu suddenly realized: It turned out that the other person was A Ke.
Pinching a corner of the quilt, Song Qingshu murmured to herself while gently covering her: I'm just here for the "Forty-Two Chapters of the Sutra", I'm not intentionally taking advantage of you.If the energy is getting colder today, cover you with a quilt to prevent the wind and cold from entering your body. Just consider it my offense this time.
After the cover was finished, Song Qingshu turned around and prepared to inspect where the "Forty-Two Chapters" were placed, what about you!The beautiful scenery that caught my eyes almost made Song Qingshu bleeding from his nose.
It can be seen that Chen Yuanyuan's graceful figure is lying in full bloom, and his body is faintly visible under the hazy gauze dress.
Her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, like willow leaves, and her expression is lying there quietly.
The red lips are red without touching, and the willow eyebrows are dark without touching. It is indeed a good thing for a beauty who can make a man angry.
I heard that you have a beautiful white jade man, carved by his wonderful hands, and I am deeply impressed by his heart.Tonight is the right time, and you should come to take it through the moon.For some reason, Song Qingshu's appearance suddenly appeared in his mind.
Alas, although I am lustful, I don’t want to be a traitor.
Song Qingshu used great perseverance to restrain himself from searching for scriptures wholeheartedly, and finally saw that the book "Forty-Two" was pressing under Chen Yuanyuan's pillow.
Song Qingshu pursed his lips, sat by the bed, reached out to pick up Chen Yuanyuan's neck, gently helped her up, let her lean her body in her arms, stretched out her other hand to take the scriptures under the pillow, and replaced the one she forged back.
Just as she was about to put Chen Yuanyuan down, she smelled a faint fragrance that looked like musk but not musk from her body. She felt that the beauty in her arms was particularly soft and boneless, and for a moment she was reluctant to let go.
A traitor, come out and die!
An angry male voice outside the window shocked Song Qingshu. He quickly put the "Forty-Two Chapters of Sutra" into his arms, and reluctantly put Chen Yuanyuan on the bed, jumped out the window, and looked at the people in the yard vigilantly.
I saw the man in his fifties and sixties, wearing coarse cloth clothes and pants, with white cloth wrapped around his head, a broad blue cloth belt around his waist, and his feet covered with straw sandals. He looked sad, lowered his eyebrows and looked down, and looked dressed as a village farmer.
Song Qingshu did not dare to underestimate him. He heard the other party shouting just now, and he was full of energy. He was obviously a master.
Who are you? I didn’t expect that there is such a master hidden in the little Sansheng Temple.
Song Qingshu concentrated his mind and was secretly guarded, and suddenly realized that Wu Sangui would always send someone to protect his wife if he kept her sweet wife in the wilderness.
I have long forgotten my name. Even if I remember it, I will not tell you such a low-ranking thief.The rural farmer glanced at Song Qingshu with contempt.
Although I enjoyed being called a thief by a beautiful woman, it always feels so inconsistent to be called a thief by an old man like you. If people of our era heard it, they might think I have done something to your thief.
The more Song Qingshu spoke, the more disgusting he felt, and he quickly spitted.
The village farmer showed doubts. He planted some chrysanthemums in the vegetable garden, but they were obviously not damaged at all. And even if he destroyed a few of them, it was not a big deal...
Soon, he thought about what the other party had done to the person he was dreaming about in the room just now, and he couldn't help but say angrily: Little thief, I haven't used a knife for decades. Today, in order to practice the law for heaven, I made an exception.
A cold light flashed, and a fierce and fierce sword technique slashed over.
Song Qingshu did not want to reveal his identity, so he did not bring the wooden sword on his body. He noticed the cold and impatient sword aura and did not dare to take it with his bare hands. He had to break down a small branch next to him, cheer up, use the branch as a sword, and deal with it when he saw the move.
The two men's swords were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes they collided dozens of times like a continuous bead, and sometimes they turned back and did not intersect one move.
After more than a dozen moves, the two separated. The rural farmer looked at Song Qingshu in horror: The legendary grass, trees, bamboo and stone can be used as swords... Your swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, why did you want to fall into a shameless thief in the martial arts world?
Song Qingshu's shock in his heart was no less than that in him, and he quickly shouted: I remember who you are. You are Hu Yizhi, the king of Yumeng Sword, but why are you using Hu Family Sword?
Yum Sword King Hu Yizhi, nicknamed the Beauty Sword King, was said to be the most beautiful man in the martial arts world. As a result, he accidentally saw Chen Yuanyuan in Chengdu and was fascinated and could not extricate himself.
When Chen Yuanyuan was in the Pingxi Palace, he disguised himself as a gardener in the palace and planted flowers and pulled weeds for her.
Chen Yuanyuan went to the Sansheng Temple, and Hu Yizhi followed him to be a buddy.
The strange thing is that Hu Yizhi is obviously very good at martial arts, and Chen Yuanyuan can be said to be within his reach, but he never had any inappropriate thoughts. He just hopes that he will see her secretly in the morning and evening, and he will be satisfied...
In the past twenty years, he remembered only thirty-nine sentences to Chen Yuanyuan and fifty-five sentences Chen Yuanyuan said to him clearly. He can be said to be the most infatuated love saint in the golden book.
Song Qingshu stood on a mountain bag in black, letting the cold wind blow down his whole body in the middle of the night, and focused on the Three Saint Temple in the distant valley.
Assuming that the person inside had fallen asleep, Song Qingshu jumped and his body drifted with the wind. When he was exhausted, he stepped on the leaves and pointed it gently, and his body could jump forward several feet.
When he quietly climbed into the Three Saint Temple, he looked back at the distance he had been walking, and sighed sincerely: Stepping on Sha Wuhen can indeed be called the world's number one light skill.
After checking around, she found that no one was alarmed. Song Qingshu showed a satisfied smile, continued to hide his body, and touched Chen Yuanyuan's room all the way.
In ancient times, windows like this were not prevented from thieves or peeping. I really don’t know what it is for.
Song Qingshu stared at the paper-stuffed window in front of him, and dared to be speechless. He quickly learned the tricks on TV, drank a little saliva, and poked it gently, and then pierced the window paper silently, turning his eyes over and looking inside.
The room was dim and I saw two people lying on the bed. Song Qingshu was suddenly disappointed: Could it be Chen Yuanyuan and her adulterer?Although this woman is pretty, she is not a chaste woman. She often blames her for her own fault.
Despite his sighs, he still remembered the purpose of this trip. Song Qingshu opened the window and jumped in gently. As soon as he landed, he saw a person on the bed turning over with some sense. Song Qingshu's pupils shrank, and his feet kicked back hard. He rushed over like a sharp arrow. He lit the sleeping holes of the two on the bed in a flash, and then he let out a sigh of relief.
The soft touch from the fingertips stunned Song Qingshu, and looked down with the faint moonlight.
Under the ancient tulle curtain of the flower sandalwood bed, a young girl slid down most of her quilt, revealing a moon-white silk strapless bra. Three thousand black hairs were spread on it as soft as water, reflecting her skin as snowy as skin.
The long eyelashes in the sleep trembled slightly with each breath. After seeing the pretty face clearly, Song Qingshu suddenly realized: It turned out that the other person was A Ke.
Pinching a corner of the quilt, Song Qingshu murmured to herself while gently covering her: I'm just here for the "Forty-Two Chapters of the Sutra", I'm not intentionally taking advantage of you.If the energy is getting colder today, cover you with a quilt to prevent the wind and cold from entering your body. Just consider it my offense this time.
After the cover was finished, Song Qingshu turned around and prepared to inspect where the "Forty-Two Chapters" were placed, what about you!The beautiful scenery that caught my eyes almost made Song Qingshu bleeding from his nose.
It can be seen that Chen Yuanyuan's graceful figure is lying in full bloom, and his body is faintly visible under the hazy gauze dress.
Her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, like willow leaves, and her expression is lying there quietly.
The red lips are red without touching, and the willow eyebrows are dark without touching. It is indeed a good thing for a beauty who can make a man angry.
I heard that you have a beautiful white jade man, carved by his wonderful hands, and I am deeply impressed by his heart.Tonight is the right time, and you should come to take it through the moon.For some reason, Song Qingshu's appearance suddenly appeared in his mind.
Alas, although I am lustful, I don’t want to be a traitor.
Song Qingshu used great perseverance to restrain himself from searching for scriptures wholeheartedly, and finally saw that the book "Forty-Two" was pressing under Chen Yuanyuan's pillow.
Song Qingshu pursed his lips, sat by the bed, reached out to pick up Chen Yuanyuan's neck, gently helped her up, let her lean her body in her arms, stretched out her other hand to take the scriptures under the pillow, and replaced the one she forged back.
Just as she was about to put Chen Yuanyuan down, she smelled a faint fragrance that looked like musk but not musk from her body. She felt that the beauty in her arms was particularly soft and boneless, and for a moment she was reluctant to let go.
A traitor, come out and die!
An angry male voice outside the window shocked Song Qingshu. He quickly put the "Forty-Two Chapters of Sutra" into his arms, and reluctantly put Chen Yuanyuan on the bed, jumped out the window, and looked at the people in the yard vigilantly.
I saw the man in his fifties and sixties, wearing coarse cloth clothes and pants, with white cloth wrapped around his head, a broad blue cloth belt around his waist, and his feet covered with straw sandals. He looked sad, lowered his eyebrows and looked down, and looked dressed as a village farmer.
Song Qingshu did not dare to underestimate him. He heard the other party shouting just now, and he was full of energy. He was obviously a master.
Who are you? I didn’t expect that there is such a master hidden in the little Sansheng Temple.
Song Qingshu concentrated his mind and was secretly guarded, and suddenly realized that Wu Sangui would always send someone to protect his wife if he kept her sweet wife in the wilderness.
I have long forgotten my name. Even if I remember it, I will not tell you such a low-ranking thief.The rural farmer glanced at Song Qingshu with contempt.
Although I enjoyed being called a thief by a beautiful woman, it always feels so inconsistent to be called a thief by an old man like you. If people of our era heard it, they might think I have done something to your thief.
The more Song Qingshu spoke, the more disgusting he felt, and he quickly spitted.
The village farmer showed doubts. He planted some chrysanthemums in the vegetable garden, but they were obviously not damaged at all. And even if he destroyed a few of them, it was not a big deal...
Soon, he thought about what the other party had done to the person he was dreaming about in the room just now, and he couldn't help but say angrily: Little thief, I haven't used a knife for decades. Today, in order to practice the law for heaven, I made an exception.
A cold light flashed, and a fierce and fierce sword technique slashed over.
Song Qingshu did not want to reveal his identity, so he did not bring the wooden sword on his body. He noticed the cold and impatient sword aura and did not dare to take it with his bare hands. He had to break down a small branch next to him, cheer up, use the branch as a sword, and deal with it when he saw the move.
The two men's swords were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes they collided dozens of times like a continuous bead, and sometimes they turned back and did not intersect one move.
After more than a dozen moves, the two separated. The rural farmer looked at Song Qingshu in horror: The legendary grass, trees, bamboo and stone can be used as swords... Your swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, why did you want to fall into a shameless thief in the martial arts world?
Song Qingshu's shock in his heart was no less than that in him, and he quickly shouted: I remember who you are. You are Hu Yizhi, the king of Yumeng Sword, but why are you using Hu Family Sword?
Yum Sword King Hu Yizhi, nicknamed the Beauty Sword King, was said to be the most beautiful man in the martial arts world. As a result, he accidentally saw Chen Yuanyuan in Chengdu and was fascinated and could not extricate himself.
When Chen Yuanyuan was in the Pingxi Palace, he disguised himself as a gardener in the palace and planted flowers and pulled weeds for her.
Chen Yuanyuan went to the Sansheng Temple, and Hu Yizhi followed him to be a buddy.
The strange thing is that Hu Yizhi is obviously very good at martial arts, and Chen Yuanyuan can be said to be within his reach, but he never had any inappropriate thoughts. He just hopes that he will see her secretly in the morning and evening, and he will be satisfied...
In the past twenty years, he remembered only thirty-nine sentences to Chen Yuanyuan and fifty-five sentences Chen Yuanyuan said to him clearly. He can be said to be the most infatuated love saint in the golden book.
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