Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud bang.

Between the lightning and flint, the originally clear night sky was already covered with dark clouds.

"Duan Lang!"

Amidst the thunder.

Li Qingluo woke up.

She looked at the empty room.

Silently he sat up.

"It's very similar."

Li Qingluo stood up and took down a scroll hidden above the bed.

Slowly opened the scroll.

Above the scroll is a pink camellia.

It looks lifelike.

It can be seen that the person who painted this flower has extremely high painting skills.

There was a hint of despair in Li Qingluo's eyes.

After so many years, there is not even a portrait around her, only this one of camellia that was accidentally preserved back then.

I am really miserable.

Slowly rolled up the scroll.

For some reason, the image of Wu Gong suddenly appeared in Li Qingluo's mind.

Are there really two identical people in the world?

Li Qingluo didn't believe it.

But to say that the two are exactly the same would be an exaggeration.

I can only say they look similar.

Li Qingluo suddenly felt a little dazed.

She seemed to no longer remember the man's face, and all she could think of was Wu Gong's face.

"Maybe it's time for me to step out."

"Godmother, what are your plans today?"

Huang Rong said with a smile: "I told Qingluo yesterday that I wanted to ask you for a physical training skill. She agreed and said she would pick you up this morning to choose one."

"Oh?" Wu Gong scratched his head: "Godmother, aren't you coming with me?"

"No, we made an appointment today to go up the mountain to enjoy the camellia flowers together. There are still three days until Qingluo's daughter's coming-of-age ceremony. This place is like a fairyland, much more beautiful than Peach Blossom Island. We have to take a good tour Let’s take a walk.” Huang Rong stretched her arms: “It’s getting late, you should go back quickly, maybe someone will come looking for me soon, don’t be blocked here.”

Wu Gong curled his lips and said, "It's like I'm going to be a gentleman in Liang Shang."

"Is not it?"

Wu Gong snorted coldly and quickly left the room.

There is a bit of coolness in the mountains in the early morning.

Because of the waterfall at the end of the villa.

The water vapor in the villa is particularly strong.

It's better during the day when there's sunshine.

But it just rained.

The white mist has completely enveloped this mountain villa.

The ground was wet.

Even though the road has been paved with square stone bricks, there are still some places where water accumulates because it cannot be paved evenly due to the terrain.

In order not to get the shoes wet.

Wu Gong could only carefully shuttle through the white mist, and kept avoiding the stone bricks still covered with water.

Wu Gong looked up and could only vaguely see the small yards on both sides of the road.

Fortunately, he remembered how he got here last night.

There will be no getting lost.

But as he walked, he suddenly heard a whistling sound.

It sounded a lot like the sound of a sharp sword cutting through the air.

Is someone competing?

Wu Gong shook his head.

There was no sound of gold and iron clashing.

That should be someone practicing sword practice.

Wu Gong continued to move forward.

Probably just fifteen or sixteen steps forward, less than thirty meters away.

A phantom dancing in the mist quickly appeared.

The figure was wearing white clothes.

It almost blends in with the white mist.

Infuriating energy flowed as her arms moved, and the white mist was wrapped in the airflow around her.

The silver sword in his hand sparkled, clean and pleasing to the eye.

I stood on the roadside and admired it for a while.

Wu Gong was about to leave and return to his small courtyard.

The figure suddenly rushed over.

The long sword in his hand slashed straight down.

Wu Gong frowned and waved his arms upward quickly.

But the long sword just passed by him, bringing up a strong wind, and then retracted into the white mist.

Wu Gong slowly lowered his palm.

He saw clearly the face of the man holding the sword.

She is a beautiful and dignified young woman with a head of white hair that makes people dream. Her face is like jade, her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, and her lips are as smooth as gelatin. The faint aroma of pear blossoms wafting around her body is refreshing. Her graceful figure seems to be surrounded by mountains and flowing water. The small mole on her nails makes people feel pity and attachment.

Yes, the wife of Wudang leader Song Yuanqiao, Mrs. Song!

Wu Gong didn't know her name, and he didn't say much when he introduced her yesterday.

A gentle smile appeared on Mrs. Song's lips: "It's you. I was so intoxicated that I didn't notice you. How about it? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Mrs. Song came here in place of Song Yuanqiao this time.

Although Song Yuanqiao is the leader of the Seven Swords of Wudang, he has some rotten Confucianism.

I feel that I always lose a bit of face when I come to attend a coming-of-age ceremony at my daughter’s home.

So he asked his wife to come on his behalf.

Poor Mrs. Song came all the way from Wudang Mountain with congratulatory gifts.

This morning, she originally made an appointment with Huang Rong and the others to go up the mountain to enjoy the flowers together.

Since I got up early in the morning, seeing that it was still early and the fog was thick, I took my sword and started practicing the Morning Sword.

Although Mrs. Song is the wife of the head of Wudang.

But he does not know Wudang swordsmanship, and uses the secret skill from his family - Xiao Shisan Sword.

This sword technique was passed down from the Tang Dynasty.

It was once a killing sword on the battlefield.

After so many years of modification and evolution, the murderous aura slowly disappeared, and instead turned into an extremely elegant and beautiful swordsmanship.

But it is still full of unspeakable lethality.

Wu Gong was just in a daze, as if he saw himself being split in two from top to bottom.

"I'm fine. Mrs. Song's sword skills are like a stunning and ethereal dragon. Wrapped in the mist, she's like a flying fairy from the sky. It's amazing." The wind of affinity quietly activated, and the pink eyes of bliss Light flickered in his pupils.

"Thank you for the compliment!" The smile on Mrs. Song's face became even brighter. This was the first time someone praised her for her exquisite swordsmanship. Her husband never said such things. All he thought about every day was all kinds of rules. Even if he saw her practicing swordsmanship, he would only do it deliberately. Pick out the flaws and belittle them, thereby praising how profound and powerful Wudang swordsmanship is.

But if it is really that powerful.

And it takes more than seven people to activate the Wudang Sword Formation?

Did you get up so early to do morning exercises?

Wu Gong shook his head: "I can't sleep, so I went out for a walk. I'm about to go back now."

"Oh!" Mrs. Song nodded, and suddenly saw those pink eyes. In an instant, she felt as if electricity flashed through the muscles of her body, and the long sword in her hand was a little unsteady.

The neck began to turn crimson quickly.

"Well!"

Wu Gong said maliciously: "Mrs. Song, are you okay?"

Mrs. Song shook her head.

"I'm fine."

"Okay, then you continue, I'll take my leave first."

Wu Gong bowed slightly and turned around to leave.

Mrs. Song looked at Wu Gong's leaving figure.

In a few steps, he fled back into the white mist and walked back to the room.

Feeling something strange about herself, she slowly sat down against the door: "What's wrong with me?"

Since giving birth to Song Qingshu.

Although she and Song Yuanqiao lived in the same bed.

But they are just different bedfellows.

If you practice the Wudang Mind Method too much, you will become pure and reticent.

This is the only unavoidable drawback.

But for a woman.

This is also an extremely painful thing.

"Well" Mrs. Song narrowed her eyes and no longer thought about the Wudang Mountain environment that made her feel desperate. Instead, she began to recall the residual feeling on her body just now.

Wu Gong returned to the courtyard humming a little tune.

As soon as I sat down, the maid came in with breakfast.

It's the same maid as yesterday.

She did not leave after putting down the food, but thanked her sincerely: "Thank you for your rescue yesterday. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have been whipped."

Wu Gong smiled: "It's okay, I'm just doing something with a little effort."

"I still want to thank you. Madam has appointed me to serve you exclusively these days.

If you need anything, ring the bell by the door and I'll come over. "

"good!"

Only then did Wu Gong notice that there was a bell in the room.

It looks like it's connected to somewhere. Just pull the bell and the maid will rush over there.

Breakfast in the morning is also Jiangnan breakfast.

Although the taste is a bit bland, it is very refreshing.

Just as Wu Gong was about to pick up a piece of pastry, there was a knock on the door.

Opening the door, Li Qingluo was outside.

Li Qingluo is wearing a gorgeous brocade dress, light makeup on her face, her bright eyes and slightly upturned corners of her mouth are unforgettable. Her long hair shawls, swaying gently in the breeze, and her whole body exudes a melodious fragrance of camellia.

It can be seen that she especially likes camellia.

"Oh, was breakfast just delivered?"

Wu Gong scratched his head: "I went out for a while this morning and just came back."

"Oh, I see."

"do not move!"

Li Qingluo nodded, and suddenly saw the corners of Wu Gong's mouth and the leftover food remnants of the food he had just eaten. She chuckled, slowly walked to the basin nearby, soaked the fine Songjiang silk with water, and gently Wu Gong wiped his cheeks with help.

Smelling the faint fragrance coming from her hands.

Look at her extremely gentle smile.

Wu Gong showed a bright smile.

"Well!"

Let Li Qingluo help her clean up the food residue left on her face.

Li Qingluo wiped it very carefully.

It's like carving a piece of rough jade.

After a while, she released her palm.

"Okay, it's been wiped clean."

Place the silk cloth next to the basin.

"Are you full?"

"full."

Wu Gong greedily licked his lips, as if he was savoring the faint sweetness of camellia on his lips.

"Okay, let's set off. Your godmother asked me to take you to choose a foreign skill."

"Then I'll trouble Aunt Wang Qingluo."

"That's right, but if you find it difficult to speak, you can just call me Qingluo."

Li Qingluo reached out and took Wu Gong's hand, leading him outside.