How rude it is to ask someone to take off the veil directly!

Although the folk atmosphere is open, and the people in the rivers and lakes who practice martial arts are not so particular, a woman who ties a veil always has her own reasons. Zhang Yuan's abrupt request is really rude!

However, the woman in white remained motionless, only holding a pair of cut eyes like autumn water, and looked at him without blinking, as if she had been staring at him for eternity.

I don't know how long it took, the woman seemed to take a deep breath, and then reached out to take off her veil, and the movements were crisp and neat, as if she had never hesitated.

The veil fell to the ground gently, and there was also a thrilling scar in that thrilling and stunning face.

"I don't wear a veil because I read too much of my words. The girl explained.

Hearing this, the corners of Zhang Yuan's eyes twitched slightly, even if Gu Jing Bubo's state of mind was now, he also had a kind of desire to kill the person who arranged him like this with one punch.

God is pitiful, he has almost chiseled the wall to steal the light since he was a child, and tried his best to secretly look at a little Confucianism and scriptures, hoping to leave Xiangguofu with his mother in the future and live a good life.

Without saying a word, he slowly approached the girl, stared at the scar that stretched across his entire cheek and turned red, and was silent for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hand and gently stroked the oozing scar.

The woman didn't dodge or dodge, let him caress it, it seemed to be very calm, but a large goosebump suddenly appeared on her cheeks and behind her neck......

"Who hurt you?" Zhang Yuan's voice was clear and light, and he couldn't hear joy or anger.

"One...... The enemy is dead by my sword. The girl replied softly, as if to recount an unrelated matter.

It's just a slightly trembling voice, revealing the mood at the moment.

Zhang Yuan heard this, then put down his hand, paused again, and said: "I won't make up the money for the killing, but I'll leave this injury to me." ”

"I'll find a way to cure you, can't I get it?"

"Medium!" the girl smiled slightly, and a few petals of shell teeth were as round as jade, revealing a refreshing and innocent beauty.

There were no doubts, no surprises, and no hesitation.

At the end of the words, Zhang Yuan deliberately asked in dialect slang, which contained multiple meanings and temptations, and the girl answered without thinking, and also answered with this slang, which on some levels is an echo and manifestation of her heart.

Sure enough, it's a confidant......

Asked the other party to take off the veil before, then reached out to touch the scar on his face, and finally tried to say something, all of which Zhang Yuan wanted to try this mysterious girl, but he didn't expect all kinds of results to surprise him very much.

Zhang Yuan bent down, picked up the veil, and retied the girl with his own hands - it was to make up for the apologies in his heart.

"What's your name?" he asked straightly, without politeness or any polite phrases such as "dare to ask Fang's name".

"Su Hanyue. The girl paused, and then said, "I know your name, but I want you to say it yourself." ”

Zhang Yuan nodded and looked into the other party's eyes: "My name is Zhang Yuan, the concubine of Xiangguo's mansion." ”

"Su Hanyue, a Shinto saint. The girl refilled her identity.

A concubine of a family, a saintess of a cult, met under a strange reason and a strange conversation.

Zhang Yuan has no friends and doesn't want to make any friends, and Su Hanyue doesn't have any friends, but not everyone can be her friend. One has the wisdom of the past life, and the other is the natural wisdom, the two have different experiences, but they have a surprising consistency on some levels.

After the two said goodbye, a seductive woman walked out of the forest, and it was the person who chased and killed Fang Yuan in the temple that day.

The woman had a cold face and said word by word: "Su Hanyue, you are emotional." ”

The girl in white didn't look back, and said lightly: "Emotional?

The bewitching woman snorted: "Are you still quibbling? For him, you even gave up the task, not to mention that the person touched your face, do you want the two of you to take off your clothes and get into a quilt before you are willing to admit it?"

Su Hanyue's expression was still cold, and she didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed, "You don't hold yourself right, and you have an early adultery with others, do you think of me like this?"

The bewitching woman sneered: "So what? The old lady is not ashamed, what about you? Do you know that you have committed a taboo in the sect?"

The love between men and women is like a floating cloud to me. You may never understand, the height beyond the floating clouds!" A trace of haze floated through Su Hanyue's eyes, which was a color called yearning.

What is the height beyond the clouds?

Ever since she was a child, she had often had similar dreams about her being able to fly over the clouds, of being able to truly master the sword, and of practicing the path of immortality......

In this dream, she saw the beauty beyond the clouds, although she didn't know if it was her own imagination or if it was true......

But if there are too many dreams, the fake can also become real, so she gradually believed!

She firmly believes that beyond the floating clouds beyond the eyes of the world, there are unimaginable heights and scenery!

However, the dream is extremely exciting, but the reality is ordinary and lonely, and a hundred years later, even this dream that she is addicted to will become a handful of dust!

This is also the reason why she regarded Zhang Yuan as a confidant after hearing other people's relays.

Although she is simple, she is a kind of true purity, and it is by no means a blank slate. She is not interested in all kinds of situations in the world, and she doesn't want to know about them, but when she meets a confidant, she cherishes it, that's all.

The love between men and women? She didn't think about it.

......

Qunfang Pavilion, the largest and most sisters in Wang Jingzhong. Here, pleasure seekers may not enjoy the elegance of a geisha, hear the sound of a piano or dance, but they will certainly experience all the pleasures of the world.

It was not night, and at this moment, in the seven-story courtyard inside and outside the Qunfang Pavilion, the entire air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Looking at the swaying and colorful girls, Jiang Yuzi's eyes widened, and he only felt that the blood flow in his whole body was accelerating, and he was unable to walk, relying on his master to drag him to move.

"Master, why did we come to such a place?"

Wuxiang Zi didn't look back and said: "Da is hidden in the world, and if you want to avoid the recourse of Shintoism, you can only rest here for the time being." ”

"Yes...... But we are the Orthodox Sect, why should we avoid the cult? If it is known by other sects, the reputation of our Phaseless Sword Sect will be over!" Jiang Yuzi said something wrong as he glanced at the girls around him.

Wuxiangzi suddenly became angry, "You are a long-winded fart! If it weren't for the fact that I was willing to be lowly and took refuge in the second prince, how could we have fallen to this point?"

Jiang Yuzi shrank his head, and when he saw that his master's old problem had flareed up again, he didn't dare to say anything more.

The two of them called a girl casually, and then took her into a side room, slapped the girl unconscious, and then gagged her mouth with a cloth, tied her hands and feet, and threw her under the bed.

"I can finally rest!" Jiang Yuroe planted himself into the soft quilt, only to feel the sweet fragrance rushing to his nose, and sneezed several times in a row.

Wuxiangzi crossed his legs to breathe, and just after a week, he heard a dense and rapid footsteps outside the door, and suddenly his heart was bitter.

Then there was a knock on the door, and a familiar voice said, "Two, are you satisfied with the service?"