Luo Bing is in such a hurry, but the martial arts conference hosted by Shaolin is already in full swing.

By the middle of August, it was no longer a secret, and not only was it not, but it was also spreading.

The inns near Songshan have been full, and even the farmhouses within a radius of about ten miles have been rented, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes have made a generous move, there is a shortage of silver, and the people nearby are grateful to the Buddha for a while.

There are many more characters on the street with swords and fierce faces. Of course, there will be no shortage of monks and Taoists. The people in the city soon knew something: Songshan Shaolin, martial arts conference!

August 14, windy.

In the early morning, Chu Qiushui and Li Wuning came to a town not far from Luoyang. This is the foothold of many martial arts heroes, Chu Qiushui's free faction is naturally no one to come, and the free faction has no interest in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and it is a free life.

When it was his eldest brother Chu Zhaohe's Wudang sect, there were two Taoist priests that Chu Qiushui didn't know, Chu Qiushui couldn't help but sigh in his heart, although Luo Bing was only one person, he could spread Wudang Xia far and wide.

I was very bored, but Li Wuning pinched his nose to look at the so-called famous and decent family, and then slapped his ass and ran to the "Serial Dock" of the green forest hero to drink tea.

Chu Qiushui walked in front of the two little Taoist priests in Wudang and hugged his fists, indicating his identity, but the two little Taoist priests were not outside, and they kowtowed and shouted "Uncle Shi", it turned out that this Taoist priest was not trained by Luo Bing.

The two Taoist priests led Chu Qiushui to a newly built grass shed, but the grass shed was built by the two little Taoist priests in Wudang themselves, only because the masters were not there, and Shaolin forcibly invited, so the two Taoist priests came, Luo Bing couldn't help but sigh for a while.

Although the grass shed is new, the two Taoist priests are also considerate, the tables and chairs in the shed are complete, and there are even wine glasses and chopsticks on the small square table. There is a jar of good wine next to it, which is covered with a straw mat, which is convenient for coming to Wudang for entertainment.

The two little Taoist priests also gave this grass shed a nice name "Wudang Fugui Inn", sometimes rich and rich are indeed different.

Rich does not necessarily mean rich, rich but very likely to be rich, Chu Qiushui can only open his mouth wide and be speechless.

Although the Fugui Inn is a little poorer, it is a very large "inn", and it has built two floors with wooden boards, except for a few tables, chairs and benches below, there is really nothing to see.

Chu Qiushui stepped on the creaking wooden planks and went to the "second floor", and what made him dumbfounded was that there were actually several rooms, except for the two little Taoist priests who slept in one, there were actually several rooms vacant, although this house was covered with rags, and the black rags were both partitions and curtains.

There is a pretty good house next to the Rich Inn, the boss and his wife are still very discerning, after hearing about the "Martial Arts Conference", the proprietress and his wife directly transformed him into an inn, the name is "Poor Man's Villa".

Last night, someone from the Central Plains Dart Bureau chartered the Poor Man's Villa, and they all took it, and after taking the risk all the way, after seeing that the proprietress was not on their buttocks when she walked, of course they had to be relaxed.

In the eyes of the people of the rivers and lakes, money is originally an external object, and no one wants to bring a penny into the coffin.

Especially for darts walkers, every day is to pin their heads to the waistband of their trousers, and this good head may fall off anytime and anywhere, so every time after walking the dart, a big bowl of wine, a large piece of meat, the big girl is already their best enjoyment.

When Chu Qiushui was lying on the bed of the thatched Fugui Inn, the two cross-courtyards next door were already very lively.

Tearing wind chicken, jujube tree roast duck, and bamboo shoot roast goose were sent inside one by one, and the girls dressed up in fancy clothes walked out from time to time like butterflies wearing flowers, coupled with the smell of wine coming with the wind, it already made Chu Qiushui feel a little itchy in his heart, and he really wanted to go in and visit.

These dart masters are all in the Central Plains Dart Bureau, with a "bear" dart flag all over the country, are very generous, very bold men.

Several of them have a little friendship with Lu Changfeng, if Lu Changfeng is here, they will really join them, these people must be so happy, no one wants to make friends with Dali Siqing.

It's a pity that Lu Changfeng is not here, even if he is there, even if he goes, they may not dare to communicate now, Lu Changfeng is now the object of pursuit and killing by the heroes of the green forest.

So he only carried a pot of wine, lay on the branches of the big tree not far away, sniffed the smell of their flesh, and listened to those little girls play lyrics and sing songs.

Since Hu Miji disappeared last time, Lu Changfeng felt much more comfortable, and the anglers were also afraid of catching big fish, so they dragged themselves into the sea if they didn't make it good, and their lives were gone.

It was already very late when Chu Qiushui came, and Lu Changfeng watched Chu Qiushui wandering around with extreme boredom, and he couldn't fall asleep on the thatched couch of Fugui Villa.

So he could see a man in tight black flying from outside, but the man didn't see him.

This person was very thin and small, wearing a very strange-looking night suit, and even his head and face were wrapped in a black scarf, revealing only a pair of large eyes that glittered in the night.

Lu Changfeng recognized at a glance that this was the man in black who fought fiercely in Zhoushan a few months ago, and at that time he was still very strange why this man in black did not kill him, but showed mercy everywhere.

His light skills are also extremely high, but his flying posture is very peculiar, and sometimes he will use his hands to help his feet to increase his speed, it seems that he is like a cat, and he also has four legs.

But he was not only swift in his movements, but he did not make a sound, so that not only did he find his gesture ridiculous, but rather unspeakably mysterious and terrifying.

Lu Changfeng undoubtedly felt this way, but he felt that this man in black didn't look like a villain.

Because he has already seen that although this person uses Fusang martial arts to fly up and down, he is an authentic woman, and he is also a Central Plains woman.

The last time I did it, I didn't see that she was a woman, but Lu Changfeng knew that the price to pay if I wanted to learn Fusang martial arts was many times more painful.

They are all unsightly people during the day, and at night they have to train hard and play hard, because if you don't train you will be killed.

These children are selected from infancy, and from a very young age they are subjected to extremely rigorous and arduous training, and they live a very inhumane group life!

It will be difficult for them to return home in their lives, they will not see their parents and brothers, and they will not be able to have wives and children in the future, because their lives are not their own.

As long as he is born as a warrior of Fusang, the fate of his life has been predestined, and he will be killed by others or commit suicide.

When they are grown, they will begin to accept orders from others, and they will completely betray themselves to others, no matter how difficult and dangerous the task may be.

They usually have only three missions: spying and stabbing to death, and they don't even have their own names.

——Why did a martial artist who practiced Fusang come to Luoyang?

This cat-like female warrior also came to this inn because she seemed very concerned about the safety of this cross-courtyard.

She had looked at the front and back, left and right, and all sides of the courtyard, and she had looked very closely. And she was very concerned about Chu Qiushui of the Fugui Inn, and went to see him from time to time.

There are five rooms in the courtyard, three bright and two dark, only one room is not lit, and the window of this room is facing the side door of the inn. There were neither lights nor voices in the windows.

Lu Changfeng suddenly had strange thoughts about this female warrior, and decided to make a bet on whether he could see it accurately.

For the warrior seemed to have suddenly heard something, and went around to the other side of the courtyard.

Lu Changfeng pressed the branches of the big tree with his hand, and with a "whoosh", his slender body flew out with the elasticity of the branches, and flew out flat against the roof, from the shadow of this roof to the shadow of another roof, and then turned over slightly, and he had reached the window without a light.

I stretched out my hand and pushed it, but I didn't push it, and the window was tied up from the inside.

Lu Changfeng raised two fingers, flicked it lightly, and with a soft muffled sound, the wooden window bolt fell off the notch, and with a gentle push, the window was opened.

Lu Changfeng gently pushed the window shut again, and the person who leaned in to lift him had already reached the beam of this room.

To Lu Changfeng's surprise, this room seemed to be a woman's room, exuding a faint woman's fragrance. At this moment, the window that had just been tied to him was suddenly opened again, and a man rushed in like a cat.

It's not easy to become a female warrior, and it's even harder to survive after becoming a female warrior. Since ancient times, the ability of female warriors in Fuso is far superior to that of male warriors.

Lu Changfeng had fought with this female martial artist, and knew that it was easy for her to take her own life, whether it was martial arts or resourcefulness, she was far higher than herself.

He teamed up with Ouyang Qing that night and failed to make a draw with her, and the only one who could survive was that she didn't hurt the killer.

Lu Changfeng naturally doubled his caution tonight, but Lu Changfeng believed that no matter what the circumstances, absolutely no one would find him.

It's a pity that there are often things that he doesn't expect to happen in this world, just like you often tell yourself to bring the key when you go out, but you lose the key at home when you go out.

Compared with the simplicity of the "Rich Inn", the placement of every room in the Poor Man's Villa is very good, especially this kind of private room specially prepared for the family, although the proprietress and his wife do not have many things in the room, but everything is the most exquisite in this town.

Especially in a family bedroom like this, there is also a particularly large bronze mirror for dressing, so that they can go out clean and tidy every day.

It's just that when such a bronze mirror is too large, most of the room can be seen from the mirror.

Lu Changfeng had already discovered this when he jumped on the beam, so when he lay down, he had already chosen the best position to let him see the mirror.

The female warrior seemed to float into this room like a leaf, and she didn't even make a sound, which Lu Changfeng couldn't help but secretly admire, when she was on the beam, her hands and feet were already in a state of height or made a slight "click", fortunately this female warrior didn't find out.

In the room was a round wooden table with tea, water, and pollen from the "Jewel Zhai", and a child's arm-thick butter candle, which was now lit.

She stood in front of the mirror, tore off the masked headscarf, and her smooth and soft black hair immediately slid down gently, and a very soft face immediately appeared in the mirror, but it was the style of a Central Plains woman.

This face is very similar to Chu Qiuyan and Chu Qiushui, and Lu Changfeng was also taken aback. If it weren't for her age, Lu Changfeng would have treated her as Chu Qiuyan.

There are many records of female warriors in Fusang in Dali Temple, and more of them are strange records of female warriors.

Among the warriors of Fusang, they have always disrespected and trusted women, and even if there is a task that a woman has to do, they would rather ask a man to do it, because there is also a kind of "female art" in Fusang's Jiuju faction, which can make a man's masculine characteristics completely disappear and become a very feminine woman.

Is this mysterious female warrior a man or a woman? Is it a human skin mask modeled after Chu Qiuyan?

Lu Changfeng is not sure to be able to determine.

But she had already proved for herself that she was ten women.

The mirror glowed pink in the light of the butter candles, and she had already begun to take off her tight clothes in front of the mirror.

Lu Changfeng sighed in his heart, but he was reluctant to close his eyes.

Not only did he not close his eyes, Lu Changfeng felt that his breathing was a little out of breath.

This man, who has a salty smell of the sea all over his body, is undoubtedly from Fuso.

Why did she sneak to Luoyang? Why did she come here? Did she come to assassinate the emperor? Datang just came back from a scorched earth of war, what is the point of assassination?

Is she a man or a woman, is she a legendary female warrior, or is it a woman's art used by men? Lu Changfeng leaned on the beam and held his breath.

She was indeed a woman.

Her breasts, her waist, her legs, all confirm this.

Because she has appeared completely naked in the mirror, even if you are blind, you can smell the fragrance of a woman, and you should be able to feel that she is not a man.

Even among women, there are not many people with her body and appearance.

Her legs were straight and long, round and strong, with soft lines, without even a single blemish, and it was definitely not a problem for her legs to fit a blank sheet of paper.

Lu Changfeng almost fell off the beam, but not because he saw the legs, but because he suddenly heard her say in a particularly gentle voice: "Am I very good-looking? Have you seen enough?"

Lu Changfeng really couldn't figure out how she could find out that he was watching her, even a bird might not be able to find herself in the shadow of the beam.

Of course he couldn't figure it out, for she didn't notice him looking at her, and she didn't lift the corners of her eyes, let alone look up like the beam.

"I haven't seen enough, beautiful women like you don't always see. "A voice was low and a little hoarse, it sounded magnetic, but it also had a bit of a sense of majesty.

Lu Changfeng's voice was high-pitched and loud, he wouldn't say such things, the person who spoke was outside the window, and the voice floated in from outside the window.

"You want to see, why don't you come in and look generously?" Her voice was softer: "It's so cold outside, and the wind is so strong, isn't it good to see Wudang next to you treating you as a thief?"

The window opened with a slight push, and the candlelight of the butter seemed to flicker, and the man was already under the long wind beam, dressed in a silver-gray night suit made of shark skin.

This kind of night walking clothes can keep warm in the water and can be lurking in the water for a long time. At night they can run like wild wolves, and foxes are scared when they see them, like silver flames.

The man was very young, his face was a little pale, and he had a handsome face with an arrogant expression and a kind of coldness in his eyes.

She turned to face him: "Beautiful men like you can't be met often, are they?"

She faced this person naked, as if she were wearing a night suit, not shy at all, not nervous at all.

Lu Changfeng was already nervous for her, and he was scared for her.

This Fuso girl must not know who this man is. Lu Changfeng not only knew him, but also knew him very well, this was not a normal man.

It may be a very effective strategy for a woman to use this attitude against others, but it is dangerous to use against him, more dangerous than playing in the endless sea.

The Nightwalk had a murderous aura under the lamp, and all the light was absorbed as soon as it hit the Nightwalker, and the eyes glowed with hunger in the candlelight like falcons.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I haven't met you, but I know that there is such a person in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Who?"

"Because although there is a person who is proud, he is indeed very capable, and no one can compare with him with light merit and ruthlessness with poison. She said.

"Oh?"

"Tangram Boy. Her laughter was also full of ridicule: "Because you are not him, you have died at least ten times by now." ”

"What's your name?"

"I don't have a nice name, my husband's name is Kasuga Eishin. She said.

The night was so gentle, she didn't even have a place to hide a needle in her body, and of course she didn't have any weapons.

But on such a gentle spring night, with such a woman to throw herself into her arms, how many men in this world can refuse?

For he had seen the eldest girl fly suddenly, for the clever boy had suddenly punched her.

The eldest girl probably didn't know that the Qiqiao boy had been castrated, Lu Changfeng suddenly sighed in his heart, and then felt a little relieved, and breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

The eldest girl leaned back, and a black silk skirt was brought up, and the eldest girl stretched out her hand and put on her clothes in the air, the posture was really graceful and moving, and Lu Changfeng held her breath.

The eldest girl suddenly smiled, and just as she was smiling, a puff of silver thread flew out of the bracelet in her right hand, and her body also jumped up, cutting the throat of the tangram boy with her left palm, and slamming the soft underbelly of the lucky boy with her right fist.

Lu Changfeng had never seen this woman in black kill her, this was the first time he had seen it, these three moves were all deadly killers, and almost all of them were launched at the same moment.

Lu Changfeng knew that he had changed his right rib, and it was estimated that he would definitely have to be hit this time.

A person will only be so vicious when dealing with a strong enemy who is difficult to oppose, and a woman will be a hundred times more ruthless than a difficult opponent.

The reputation of the Qiqiao boy was already very bad, if Lu Changfeng knew about the murder of Xiangyang Chufu, Lu Changfeng estimated that he would have to kill him on the spot.

The sound of drinking in the courtyard outside came and went, the sound of fists was deafening, and all kinds of fragrances came to the nose.

The room was full of cold light, as if death had descended, the moves were strange and vicious, and the palm blade was spicy and vicious.

The big girl suddenly smiled, sweetly, like a silver bell, and she smiled beautifully and beautifully.

While laughing, he slapped his palm: "Qiqiao boy, what about those snakes? What about the worms? Why didn't you bring them with you this time, and my legs became weak when I saw the insects?"