Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 15: Spears in the Snow
Zhao Wumian’s plan was not difficult to understand, which was to go to Prince Jin’s mansion and steal two thousand-mile horses.

Since they were stealing, they naturally couldn't be discovered in Taiyuan. But when all the main traffic routes were blocked, how could they get to Taiyuan without being noticed?

Of course, they would make some big noise to make the enemy think they were in Linshui, lure them as close to Linshui as possible, and then rush into Taiyuan at full speed...that is, to make a feint to the east and attack in the west.

There is movement at this moment... but we still need to deal with the pursuers at the scene.

The silver moon hangs high in the sky, and the snowflakes are like a curtain.

Zhao Wumian stood in the middle of the wooden bridge and looked up. When Su Qingqi rode past him, he said hurriedly, "He is Yan Jiu, the leader. He is not inferior to me."

After saying that, she rode her horse at full speed and went to the other end of Dongmen Bridge. Luo Chaoyan was waiting for her wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat.

"Are you injured?"

"It's okay." Su Qingqi stopped the horse, Lalu Chaoyan mounted the horse, and rode White Snake to the south, hiding in a forest.

These naturally could not escape Yan Jiu's sight. His heart sank, and he rode his horse onto the wooden bridge, looking at Zhao Wumian who was less than fifty steps away from him, "Brother, do you know who you are protecting?"

“There are so many factions in the court, so what if there is one more Luo Chaoyan faction?” Zhao Wumian pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife and looked towards Linshui County behind Yan Jiu. He could vaguely see many small black dots rushing here... They were all pursuers from other places, and he had to fight and resolve the issue quickly.

"Although we have no hatred, we each serve our own master. Yan Jiu is sorry for the offense!" Yan Jiu did not intend to say more. He immediately drew out his sword, turned over and got off his horse. The moonlight sprinkled on the sword, and a cold light flashed.

"It's no use talking more."

Zhao Wumian gripped the knife handle tightly, stepped heavily, and his body almost broke through the snow curtain as he slashed towards Yan Jiu.

clang!
The swords clashed and sparks flew.

Yan Jiu, as the leader, is not one of the top people in the world, but he is also a rare first-class master in the world. He is experienced and recognized at a glance that although Zhao Wumian used a long sword, his method was the Su family's Yuehua Sword. He was secretly shocked... Everyone knows that the Yuehua Sword is a secret of the Su family. If an outsider wants to learn this move, he can only marry the eldest daughter of the Su family.

After all, no matter how you think about it, Zhao Wumian couldn't possibly be the mighty Chief Constable in the capital.

As the two sides were fighting, Yan Jiu naturally would not ask whether you were Su Qingqi's elder brother or her husband. He held back some strength when he drew his sword, and when the sword and the blade came into contact, he suddenly raised his right leg and kicked towards Zhao Wumian's calf under the cover of the snow.

Zhao Wumian's knife seemed to be cutting on cotton, and he felt something was wrong. He saw Yan Jiu's calf kicking at him from the corner of his eye, and cursed inwardly that all kung fu was a lie, and that grabbing the crotch and poking the eyes was the real martial arts skill.

He immediately took several steps back to avoid the kick. Yan Jiu took advantage of the situation and pursued him. His long sword was like a continuous drizzle, and its sharpness pierced several holes in the snow curtain that were visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Wumian was dazzled and couldn't even see the path of the sword. He could only retreat again and again. When he reached the wooden fence beside the bridge and had no way to retreat, the long sword came at him again. Zhao Wumian quickly turned to the side to avoid it, and several pieces of wood were cut off from the fence and fell onto the icy river.

Zhao Wumian was slightly startled, but he used the force of turning around to raise his foot and gave a side kick, kicking the long sword that Yan Jiu held up. Yan Jiu was not an ordinary man either, and he also kicked out instantly, hitting Zhao Wumian's raised arm.

After exchanging moves, Yan Jiu stomped three big holes on the snow before he could barely steady himself. The sword in his hand trembled constantly, and he secretly thought that this man had great strength.

Zhao Wumian was originally leaning against the edge of the wooden bridge. After this blow, he had no room to retreat. His back smashed the fence and he was about to fall off the bridge. He immediately grabbed the edge with one hand, and turned a semicircle in the air like a gymnast, but went under the bridge and kicked the wooden board of the bridge, breaking it in the middle.

Yan Jiu's feet were empty and cold sweat broke out. He almost fell to the ground due to gravity. Then he slapped the snow with one hand and used the reaction force to move several meters to the side. The next moment, the long sword stabbed out from under the bridge like a spike and almost scratched the hem of Yan Jiu's clothes.

Yan Jiu rolled awkwardly on the snow and stood up smoothly. He raised his eyes and saw that Zhao Wumian had stood on the bridge again and chopped at him with a knife. Yan Jiu quickly drew his sword and stabbed Zhao Wumian in the chest, which was the tactic of surrounding Wei to save Zhao.

But Zhao Wumian also learned from Yan Jiu's previous move to hold back some of his strength, so when he saw Yan Jiu drawing his sword, he immediately changed the path of his sword, slightly stepped on his boots, turned his body and twisted his abdomen, while at the same time, he grasped the raincoat with his free hand and swung it out violently.

Suddenly, all Yan Jiu could see was Zhao Wumian's straw raincoat. The sword pierced through the raincoat, but there was no feeling of it penetrating the flesh. He felt something was wrong and immediately let go of the sword.

But in the next moment, Zhao Wumian used the "Spring and Autumn Drunken Moon" to pierce through the straw raincoat and pierce straight towards Yan Jiu's heart with murderous intent.

Fortunately, Yan Jiu dropped his sword very early, freeing his hands, so he was able to bring his hands together to catch the blade and clamp the long knife with his bare hands. However, he was still forced to retreat repeatedly by Zhao Wumian's tremendous force, leaving two very long scratches in the snow.

"Break!" Veins popped out on Yan Jiu's forehead and his heart was pounding. Seeing that he was no match for Zhao Wumian in strength and the long sword was getting closer and closer to his heart, he immediately became ruthless and let go. The long sword stabbed into his chest, but when it entered the flesh less than an inch, his palms suddenly crossed up and down and broke the long sword in time.

Blood flashed, Yan Jiu suddenly grabbed several flying long sword fragments, and shot them at Zhao Wumian at a very close distance using the Tang Sect's hidden weapon technique. Zhao Wumian's long sword had broken, and he immediately abandoned the sword when he realized that something was wrong, turned around and retreated, but was still stabbed in the shoulder by several broken blades, and groaned in pain.

At this moment, the straw raincoat thrown by Zhao Wumian just fell to the ground. After just a few moves, he was already in danger.

Zhao Wumian's heart was also beating fast, thinking that Yuan Kui really lived up to his reputation. He had only practiced martial arts for three days at most, and he still lacked combat experience...

"Brother, your reaction is great, not inferior to any other leader!" Yan Jiu praised, then stomped his feet hard and kicked the broken sword. The long sword immediately stabbed towards Zhao Wumian like an arrow.

Zhao Wumian grasped the scabbard of the Qingming sword with his backhand and knocked the broken knife away with one move, but he saw Yan Jiu had already picked up his own long sword and stabbed him with his hand. The power of this sword seemed to merge with the snow all over the sky, and it was natural.

Zhao Wumian narrowed his eyes, unable to recognize what kind of sword technique this was, but he did not retreat but advanced instead, breaking through the snow curtain. When he was close to Yan Jiu, he rolled on the ground without any grace to avoid the sword move, and then strode towards Yan Jiu's back.

Yan Jiu was slightly stunned. Seeing Zhao Wumian running towards his horse, he thought that Zhao Wumian had lost his weapon and wanted to seize the horse and escape.

No matter how good one's Qinggong is, human endurance is far inferior to that of a horse. Unless one's martial arts level is high enough to open the bridge between heaven and earth and one's internal energy is endless, only then may a human be able to catch up with a horse.

“Don’t run!” Yan Jiu raised his sword and chased after him. His lightness skill was far superior to Zhao Wumian’s. In an instant he was behind Zhao Wumian and stabbed him in the back with his sword.

He felt a sudden chill behind him, but Zhao Wumian had already run to the position where he stood at the beginning. He immediately turned over to face Yan Jiu, bent his body downward to avoid the sword, but his hat was cut off in half and almost pierced Zhao Wumian's face.

Yan Jiu was just about to change from slashing to chopping, but he saw Zhao Wumian hooking something in the snow with one foot like a golden hook. The next moment, a snow-white spear broke through the snow surface, and the silver-white spear tip reflected a faint cold light, which made Yan Jiu's pupils shrink suddenly.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and grasped the flying snow-white spear, then stabbed out with the 'Dragon Piercing Snow' move from the 'Cloud Stepping on Cold Spear'.

In order to prevent Zhao Wumian from escaping, Yan Jiu's sword was too hasty to change his moves and he could only chop down with his head. However, as the saying goes, an inch longer, an inch stronger the spear is. The sword was only three inches away from Zhao Wumian's neck when the spear pierced into his lower abdomen with a "puff".

Zhao Wumian took advantage of the situation and fiercely kicked Yan Jiu in the chest, causing him to fly backwards like a kite with a broken string, with blood foam scattering into the sky.

Yan Jiu rolled several times on the snow and slid back several meters before finally stopping. The snow was already covered with blood.

The sword in his hand swirled in the air for a moment before gravity forced it upside down on the bridge, the sword trembling slightly.

"Cough cough——" Yan Jiu spat out a mouthful of blood and kept coughing. He felt severe pain in his chest and abdomen. Several of his ribs were broken and he seemed to have no strength to fight back. He gasped for breath and looked up.

Zhao Wumian held the gun in his backhand, approached him, drew his sword, and glanced down at him, "If you break my weapon, this sword will be mine."

After saying that, he stepped over Yan Jiu and left into the heavy snow.

Yan Jiu was slightly startled, incredulous, "You won't kill me?"

"If you are working for the King of Jin, I advise you to be careful..." Zhao Wumian reminded Yan Jiu because he was still polite, "If the mission fails, the King of Jin will not let anyone know that he sent someone to attack Luo Chaoyan."

Yan Jiu gritted his teeth, his expression changed slightly, and he was silent for a few seconds before whispering: "I know..."

So Yan Jiu was really sent by the King of Jin? Zhao Wumian was actually just testing him.

If Yan Jiu is not it, then he has to root it out.

But if that's the case, Zhao Wumian would not kill him... Only if Yan Jiu personally conveyed the news of his going south to King Jin, they could go to Taiyuan and take advantage of the "darkness under the lamp" to have an opportunity.

As for the spread of rumors by other people, it can only be regarded as "rumors" at best.

Yan Jiu stared at Zhao Wumian's back and asked, "May I ask your name, brother?"

Zhao Wumian did not answer, he just left.

(End of this chapter)