Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 214 Deep love between master and apprentice
The moon brought sudden rain, the evening wind swept, and the rain was dense. In the streets and alleys of Changshan City, the guards walked with weapons, all heading towards the Wuwei Casino. They held weapons in one hand and lanterns in the other, looking down from above, like fireflies in the night.

Inside the Wuwei Casino, the shouting and screaming had gradually died down. Xian Yuchen was the first one to escape, leaving behind a group of small fry who were not even masters and could do nothing.

The front yard of the gambling house was bustling and noisy. Some gamblers who had lost all their money wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but were pinned to the ground by the thugs who reacted quickly. Someone knocked over the gambling table, and the chips and money were scattered all over the floor. Some people rushed up to grab them.

The thugs were powerless.

The boss of the gambling house was Benwotang. Now that Benwotang had collapsed, naturally the monkeys scatter like monkeys when the tree falls. The owner of the gambling house, who was pushed to the front by Benwotang to act as the face of the house, also packed up his belongings and prepared to flee to prevent him from falling into the hands of the Detective Department.

As a result, he was surrounded by the guards as soon as he went out, and his face turned pale.

When the prefect of Changshan heard that Marquis Weiming was coming to catch a thief, he thought it was a good opportunity to show off, so he quickly climbed up from his concubine, put on a very ill-fitting suit of armor with his big belly, rode a tall horse, and stood in the center of the garrison, shouting and showing off his political achievements.

Then he saw a carriage parked next to the gambling house wall, and there were sword sect disciples in white robes protecting it all the time. He looked at the garrison commander next to him with a puzzled look in his eyes, "Wasn't the flower thief from our hall caught by the Detective Department and Wei Ming Hou? Why are these gangsters showing off their shamelessness?"

Even though the relationship between the martial arts world and the imperial court had eased a lot due to Emperor Jingzheng's policy of selecting martial arts champions, in the eyes of the "older generation of court officials", these martial arts people who broke the law with their martial arts were still looked down upon.

"It seems that the person inside is Wei Minghou's senior sister... the eldest daughter of King Yan."

When the governor heard this, his waist went limp and he almost fell off his horse. His voice couldn't help but carry a bit of respect and fear, "Here comes a person like this in Changshan. Why does he hang out with these... gangsters every day without our sending troops to protect him?"

"It may be related to Marquis Weiming... Marquis Weiming is a gangster. He didn't even inform us when he captured a thief from our clan."

"Hiss~ Then the gift should be something related to the martial arts world..."

During the conversation, many gamblers were pushed away, and the guards were saying something like "We are handling official business, no entry for outsiders". Among them, a young man in a blue shirt glanced at the pot-bellied governor, and then looked at the carriage parked in the corner.

"Walk faster and don't squeeze me!" Someone pushed the young man in green from behind, but he didn't move at all, like a rock... A second later, the young man in green came to his senses, pretended to fall forward, turned back and smiled embarrassedly.

After leaving the crowd, the young man in green disappeared in a flash, jumped onto a roof, found a hidden corner, and glanced at the carriage.

Turga came to the Central Plains this time just to discuss cooperation with Huanzhen Pavilion, and had no other purpose. But now that the plan has failed, it would not be appropriate to leave in such disgrace... He must make up for it in other ways.

Dali's troops in Yanyun are divided into two parts, namely the Guanning Army and the private army of Prince of Yan. He is not sure about the exact number of troops, but Prince of Yan's troops are definitely not as strong as those of Prince of Jin and the Guanning Army. However, according to their understanding, Prince of Yan, like Prince of Jin, is the only heir... This makes sense.

Turga actually didn't know that Luo Xiangzhu was related to the crimson pearl jade, but he knew that Luo Xiangzhu could comprehend the Nine Bells... It was just that Dongyan told them this information, and it was only one-sided. They didn't know whether Luo Xiangzhu could comprehend it, so Erige had followed and tested it in Xinzhou before, but he didn't expect to be caught instead.

But now that he’s here, with Turga’s strength, if he doesn’t want to take the risk of becoming an enemy of Zhao Wumian, can’t he capture Luo Xiangzhu?
At a quick glance, there are not many guards around Luo Xiangzhu who can fight... This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He should also thank the governor. If he hadn't asked more questions, Turga would not have known that Luo Xiangzhu was in the carriage.

He sneered, his eyes coldly scanning the surrounding terrain, and in his heart he estimated the escape route after taking Luo Xiangzhu hostage.

At this moment, another carriage came from the end of the street and stopped next to Luo Xiangzhu's carriage. A beautiful woman in a red skirt, holding an oil-paper umbrella with her other hand, stepped into Luo Xiangzhu's carriage, closed the umbrella, lifted the curtain, and bent over to enter the carriage.

And on the carriage she was riding in, there was a word "Yang" engraved on it.

Turga was slightly stunned. "The Changshan Yang Family... the head of the family seems to be a master. His strength is not that strong, but he has a relationship with the Shen Family in the capital. Is that woman the daughter of the Yang Family?"

He pondered for a few seconds and then silently gathered his sleeves. He didn't care about that. Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier were not here. He was the strongest at the moment. If he hesitated any longer, he would miss this opportunity.

A hint of murderous intent was revealed, but the curtain inside the carriage was gently lifted by a white and tender little hand, revealing the profile of the 'Miss Yang'. She was looking at Luo Xiangzhu in the carriage, but her beautiful eyes seemed to be glancing at Turga on the roof.

Turga's expression froze, and he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

He didn't know who the 'Miss Yang' was, nor did he know her martial arts skills, but a woman who could spot him in such a situation and even make him feel dangerous was obviously not an ordinary person.

The small Changshan is actually full of hidden talents! ?
Turga is the only person in the grassland who is in harmony with nature. As the youngest son of Wudamu, he can do whatever he wants on the grassland. How come after coming to the Central Plains for a few days, he meets masters who are more powerful than each other?
Is that woman the Wu Kui? Most of the Wu Kui in the Central Plains are men, and the few women are all old ladies. The rest are young, except for one from the Western Region Saint Church, Xiao Yuanmu and Lady Canghua... Who is this woman?
Turga had a stern face, silently restrained his breath, slid down the eaves, then stomped his feet and flew away, fearing that if he stayed for another second, he would be captured by the woman.

The leader of the Sword Sect branch, Jiang Yuze, was standing at the alley near the gambling house, holding an umbrella and holding a baby in his arms. The woman pulled his arm and whispered, "Why don't you go and apologize?"

"I colluded with Huanzhen Pavilion and plotted to murder the young sword master. Whether it is the martial arts world or the imperial court, there is no place for me to stay... If I go, I might be executed... I am not afraid of death, but you two are."

"Your virtue is twice as great as our mother's!"

Jiang Yuze was silent. At this moment, his ears moved slightly, and he heard something. He glanced in the direction where Turga left, frowned slightly, and then handed the oil-paper umbrella and the doll to the woman.

The woman was slightly startled, "What are you going to do?"

“I don’t know who these people are, but they must be related to Huanzhen Pavilion.” Jiang Yuze gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, his eyes turning a little colder.

The woman was incredulous, "You want to go?"

"Yes."

"What if there is danger?"

"When the young sword master saved you and your mother, wasn't there any danger? Where in the martial arts world is there no danger?"

"But how can your strength compare to that of the Young Sword Master?"

"If Young Sword Master didn't have that martial art, wouldn't he be able to save people?" Jiang Yuze paused for a moment, and then whispered, "I made a mistake, so I have to make up for it in other ways."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yuze held his sword and hurried away, soon disappearing in the rain alley.

The woman held the baby, standing there at a loss as to what to do. After a few seconds, she reacted and hurried to find other Sword Sect disciples to tell them about Jiang Yuze.

"Why don't you speak?"

Inside the carriage, Su Qingqi looked at Shen Xiangge with some doubt in her eyes.

The car curtain was opened by Shen Xiangge, and some raindrops flowed into the car through the gap. Luo Xiangzhu covered her face with a handkerchief, and looked at her with a pair of puzzled eyes.

Shen Xiangge silently let go and closed the car curtain. His face, which always had a charming smile on it, now looked a little cold.

When she came, she didn't expect that there was a person who had achieved the unity of man and nature squatting next to her, so she didn't sense anything. She only noticed it after Turga showed his murderous intention.

If she didn't show up again, Turga would come to kill her. At that time, if she still wanted to disguise herself, Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu would be in trouble. But if she didn't disguise herself, her martial arts skills would be exposed.

Now that she had revealed her face in front of Turga, if she scared him off, it might be the source of her identity being exposed... She naturally understood that a thousand-mile dam could be destroyed by an ant hole.

Of course, Shen Xiangge could have done nothing. Turga’s target couldn’t be him anyway... He could just sit back and watch Luo Xiangzhu and Su Qingqi get caught.

But when I think of Zhao Wumian...

Shen Xiangge shook his head slightly and sighed secretly. He wanted to go out and kill Turga directly to eliminate the trouble forever, but the gap between Wu Kui and the one who had achieved the unity of man and nature was not so big that he could kill him easily. Once he caught up with him and fought for a while, he would probably reveal more and more flaws.

The main thing is that it is difficult to explain to Zhao Wumian. She came and left not long after, which is obviously suspicious. Even if she can find an excuse to follow Turga and kill him after he leaves the city, she doesn't know when Turga will leave the city. If she waits for several hours... it is not easy to find an excuse during the time she was missing.

Zhao Wumian is too smart, so you can’t let anything wrong show up in front of him.

Thinking about it, she felt a little unspeakable in her heart... Let's say she didn't want to leave the capital. It would be so nice to stay in the capital and be a homegirl. Once she used her real identity to go out and do things, it would be easy for something to go wrong.

It's all Zhao Wumian's fault! If it weren't for his sweet talk last night, Shen Xiangge would definitely think that whether Luo Xiangzhu or Su Qingqi died, it had nothing to do with her.

But sitting here and doing nothing was not in line with Shen Xiangge's character, so she covered her belly with her hands and frowned slightly, "It's time to... I'm going to change my clothes."

As she said this, she stood up, opened the car curtain and prepared to leave.

Su Qingqi did not suspect anything. "You were staying at Yang's house and you had to come here. It's raining and cold now. You must be feeling even worse, right?"

"If you don't say something sarcastic, you'll die."

"Then I'll say something warm?" Su Qingqi glanced at Shen Xiangge, "When I was doing this, you were still warming me up."

Shen Xiangge's eyes twitched, and he lowered the curtain and sat back. He suddenly didn't want to chase after Turga anymore.

Luo Xiangzhu took out a small heater from her side and handed it to Shen Xiangge. Then she pointed at her lower abdomen and made some gesture with her hand.

Shen Xiangge took the small heater, thanked her first, and then said: "Come on, come on, no matter how you dance, I can't understand it."

Shen Xiangge and Luo Xiangzhu were not familiar with each other at all. Although they had met several times because of their identities as young ladies from wealthy families, they had never spoken a word to each other.

Luo Xiangzhu blinked, feeling a little aggrieved.

"Why are you crying now?" Shen Xiangge was a martial arts champion and a man of integrity. When he saw Luo Xiangzhu with tears in her eyes, he looked at Su Qingqi with a little confusion.

Su Qingqi glared at Shen Xiangge, "The princess was kind enough to warm the stove for you, what do you think she did? When I was here, I wasn't as rude as you."

"I didn't say a single dirty word, and I didn't mean to insult her, so how could I say anything about her?" Shen Xiangge held the small heater in one hand, looking a little speechless.

At this moment, voices of conversation were heard outside the carriage.

"My Lord, all the thieves in our hall have been captured."

"There should be another Rong man in the backyard of the gambling house. I went to hunt down Xian Yuchen and forgot about him. Was he also caught?"

"Rong people... I don't know about that, but you can just interrogate them."

"Send it to the Detective Department. This is a gangster matter. Let them handle it."

"Okay, okay, I wonder if the Marquis is free tomorrow. I have some reputation in Yuanyu Tower. The girls there are completely different from those in the capital. They are plump and juicy..."

Su Qingqi lifted the carriage curtain, revealing her little face, and looked in the direction of the Changshan governor: "Governor Du, after picking up the princess, we will return to the capital. I'm afraid we won't have time to go to Yuanyu Tower."

Governor Du was so frightened that his waist went limp again. He glared at the commander of the garrison beside him and cursed with his eyes, "Miss Su is in the carriage, why didn't you tell me!"
The commander of the defending army also looked confused, he wasn't there either.

Zhao Wumian and Mu Li'er were already soaked, so they quickly got on the carriage, sat in the car, and used their internal energy to dry their clothes.

There was a big heater in the middle of the carriage, which was warm. There were three girls sitting inside, and the hot air was filled with fragrance.

Zhao Wumian saw Shen Xiangge holding a heater in his arms, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Master has been poisoned by a cold, can you lend me the heater?"

Shen Xiangge's eyes twitched, revealing a fake smile, "I'm in trouble now. If I don't have this heater, I'll be miserable."

"Kui matter?" Zhao Wumian looked at Shen Xiangge and said, "Drink more hot water."

The corner of Shen Xiangge's eye twitched again.

Zhao Wumian looked at Luo Xiangzhu who was sitting in the innermost part, thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand, pointed at her, then pointed at himself, and then touched his hands lightly, meaning 'You and I, long time no see.'

Luo Xiangzhu was no longer sad. She showed a peaceful smile and made some gestures to Zhao Wumian... Zhao Wumian couldn't understand it either.

He looked puzzled, and Luo Xiangzhu took out a small notebook from his arms and handed it to Zhao Wumian.

Opening a page, one can see pairs of slender hands depicted in ink and color, making different gestures, with annotations below.

Zhao Wumian was stunned for a moment and looked at Luo Xiangzhu, "Did you think of this yourself?" Luo Xiangzhu nodded, then stretched out his right hand, gently placed his fingertips on the back of Zhao Wumian's hand, and then pointed to his forehead with his left hand, making a wavy arc, meaning 'I'll teach you'.

This sign language was not taught to her by Zhao Wumian. Zhao Wumian flipped through the notebook a few pages before he understood its meaning.

Zhao Wumian actually only knew a few sign languages, and the rest were figured out by him. They could not express much meaning. Now that Luo Xiangzhu had figured out the rest of the sign languages ​​by himself, there was actually no need to teach them to Zhao Wumian.

But she still wanted to teach Zhao Wumian... perhaps to thank Zhao Wumian for teaching her before.

Zhao Wumian smiled at Luo Xiangzhu and nodded, "Okay."

The carriage drove towards the Sword Sect's branch. A disciple acting as a coachman sat outside the carriage and said, "According to the captain's wife, the captain noticed someone secretly spying on the gambling house. He felt something was wrong and went to track them down."

Mu Lier leaned back in her chair, the cold poison entering her body. From what Tang Weiyu said, she was obviously going to suffer tonight. At this moment, the cold poison was showing signs of taking effect. Her body became increasingly cold, and her pretty face turned slightly pale. However, after hearing this, she still frowned and asked, "Tracking? Is he alone?"

"Yes."

"Is there any news about him?"

"Still looking."

Su Qingqi had a very bad impression of the branch leader who was trying to murder Zhao Wumian, and couldn't help but say:
"What if he had other intentions? He claimed that he colluded with Huanzhen Pavilion because his wife and family were captured, but no one knows the details. Maybe he had already established contact with Huanzhen Pavilion, and now that his plan has been exposed and many thieves have been captured alive, he is afraid that those thieves will betray him in prison, so he left in a hurry, abandoning his wife and daughter."

What Su Qingqi said is actually not without reason. You can know a person's face but not his heart.

But Shen Xiangge realized that the person Jiang Yuze was tracking might be Turga. He was startled and said, "No matter whether he has evil intentions or not, if there really is a thief secretly spying on us, it would be best to find him... so we should keep an eye on him."

Zhao Wumian nodded, agreeing with Shen Xiangge's statement, and then he lifted the curtain of the carriage and said to the Sword Sect disciples: "If you have any news, inform me immediately."

"Yes."

Mu Li'er sat next to Zhao Wumian with her eyes closed. She subconsciously opened her pink lips and exhaled. The chill in her body had reached the point where she needed to use her internal energy to suppress it in order to ease it.

But if Tang Weiyu saw it, she would definitely be shocked... According to common sense, it is normal for the poison to take effect as soon as one is poisoned, but Mu Lier actually held on for so long.

It is truly the unity of man and nature.

Zhao Wumian noticed that Mu Li'er was not in a good state, and looked at Shen Xiangge anxiously, "Your Yang family is rich and powerful, do you have anything that is extremely strong and masculine?"

Shen Xiangge frowned and looked Mu Lier up and down. As a demon girl from the Demon Sect, she also had some knowledge of poisons. Combining Zhao Wumian's words, she had some guesses in her heart, so she said, "How should I know? I have to go back and ask. You can boil some positive medicine soup for her to relieve the symptoms first."

Luo Xiangzhu looked worried. He touched Mu Lier's little hand, then shook it subconsciously... It was so cold.

He hurried back to the Jianzong branch. The doctor in the branch came hastily and took Mu Lier's pulse with a serious look in his eyes. "It is indeed a cold poison. I can prescribe a few prescriptions to relieve it... but it is only a temporary solution, not a cure."

The doctor was an old lady named Wang. She had worked diligently in the Sword Sect for forty years and had excellent medical skills. According to seniority, Mu Lier had to call her Grandma Wang... Since she said so, what Tang Weiyu said should be correct.

Mu Li'er had been poisoned and was now lying on the couch. She was covered with three layers of bedding, but she was still curled up. Her pink lips were pale and slightly blue.

There were also several small heaters placed in the bedding.

But they are all useless. The cold poison comes from the inside out, and these things can only be regarded as "quenching thirst by looking at the plums".

Zhao Wumian thought of what Tang Weiyu said and frowned. He couldn't really rely on him, could he? Was this reliable? Wasn't it too fake?
Alas, if only Zi Yi were here.

Zhao Wumian sat on the edge of the bed, holding Mu Li'er's tightly clenched little hand... Mu Li'er's every move was very much like a woman of the underworld. She was also his master, and always treated him as an elder, but her hands were so small that Zhao Wumian could cover her little fist with just his five fingers open.

But it's too cold.

Zhao Wumian took off the Wuhen Knife from his waist and threw it into the corner of the room... The Wuhen Knife was also cold.

Doctor Wang sighed lightly, left the room, and hurried to boil medicine.

Luo Xiangzhu ran into the house holding two small heaters in her hands and stuffed them into the bedding.

Su Qingqi stood beside the bed, pondered for a while, and sighed softly, "This cold poison will definitely not be cured in a short time. Either wait for Tang Weiyu's antidote, or go to Xiaoxitian again... Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. I will go back to the Detective Department first, write a letter, and ask the emperor to look for it in the national treasury."

Zhao Wumian nodded, "The imperial court is so huge, it shouldn't be so big that it can't even produce something extremely strong and masculine."

"Of course there is, but tonight..." Su Qingqi thought about it. She didn't have any other choice. It wouldn't be appropriate to just tell Mu Lier to endure it. So she shook her head slightly, turned around and left.

So only Zhao Wumian, Mu Lier and Luo Xiangzhu were left in the room.

Luo Xiangzhu also moved a small stool and sat beside the bed, holding Mu Lier's hand with both hands. However, she did not warm Mu Lier up, but instead she froze herself so much that her fingertips turned red and her teeth chattered.

Zhao Wumian reluctantly pulled her hand away and said, "You are too weak, just like His Majesty, you are indeed sisters."

Luo Xiangzhu made a gesture as if to say 'I have tried hard to learn martial arts, but I can never master the internal strength', then she remembered that Zhao Wumian had not yet learned the sign language she had figured out. But she was not in the mood to pick up a pen and write now, so she lowered her little face, looking as if she had done something wrong.

As a result, Mu Lier opened her eyes a little and whispered, "She has worked hard to learn martial arts. Don't blame her. It's just her talent."

Seeing Mu Lier talking, Luo Xiangzhu's eyes lit up immediately, and then he puffed up his cheeks. Only then did he feel like writing, and he wrote: "I'm really sorry that I'm a one-in-a-million waste in martial arts."

Mu Lier smiled, then clenched her teeth in pain.

Zhao Wumian's mood had never been so bad as it was today. He even wanted to drag Xian Yuchen's body over and chop it a few more times.

In a moment, Doctor Wang came hurriedly with the medicine and gave it to Mu Lier. She looked better, but it was just a drop in the bucket.

"You've just got to hold on. Talk to her more and don't let her fall asleep. Keeping her awake can also help relieve the cold poison." Doctor Wang sighed lightly, shook his head, and turned away.

There was really no other way, so Zhao Wumian whispered: "How about as Tang Weiyu said, I hug Master for a while?"

Luo Xiangzhu tilted her head and looked at Zhao Wumian with a puzzled look... Will it be useful to just hug for a while?
Mu Lier opened her eyes and looked at Zhao Wumian. She opened her lips slightly and was surprised to find that the air she exhaled seemed to be cold. And seeing the worried faces of Zhao Wumian and Luo Xiangzhu, Mu Lier even felt as if she was like the old woman who was about to be buried, with two disciples watching her leave...

No, no, no, she is only 26 years old, what old woman... Which old woman is as pretty as her? Her skin is also smooth and white, and her waist is slender and soft...

Although Mu Lier was poisoned, her mind was quite clear. She pondered for a while, cleared away all distracting thoughts, and nodded slightly.

Because of the aphrodisiac she took that day, she often felt embarrassed when she was around Zhao Wumian, but this had nothing to do with Zhao Wumian. He had never had any improper thoughts about her.

Zhao Wumian took off his boots, lifted the quilt, and just as he lay down, he bounced up again.

Mu Lier looked at him in confusion.

Zhao Wumian rubbed his waist and said, "There's a heater under the quilt. I almost choked to death."

Mu Lier and Luo Xiangzhu couldn't help but laugh, and then Mu Lier stretched out her hands towards Zhao Wumian. She was obviously poisoned, but the posture looked like "Master's hug", full of care from an elder.

Zhao Wumian felt a little weird in his heart, so he hugged Mu Lier from the front, but because of etiquette, he didn't hug her too tightly... but this was obviously useless.

But Mu Lier glanced at her bulging chest and thought it would not be appropriate to let Zhao Wumian press on her, so she turned her back silently, leaving Zhao Wumian with only her back.

Just because she was curled up on the bed, the hem of her robe was stretched extremely tight, which made Zhao Wumian raise his eyebrows. He thought that the empress dowager was the woman with the best figure he had ever seen, but he never thought that his master was so gifted.

He silently withdrew his gaze, not wanting to look at anything inappropriate, and instead put his hands on Mu Lier's shoulders, pressing against her back.

Although it was like holding a piece of ice, Zhao Wumian still felt so slender and petite.

Zhao Wumian hugged her tighter.

"Blind your eyes." A soft voice came from the front.

"Ok?"

"Wearing clothes... doesn't seem to be working well."

Zhao Wumian blinked, then took out a black headband from his arms and covered his eyes with it.

"Xiangzhu... help me take off my clothes."

crunch.

Luo Xiangzhu climbed onto the bed.

Clear and distinct.

"Don't take off your bellyband. He's not hugging me in front."

Clear and distinct.

"Hey hey." Mu Lier seemed to jump up from the bed, "Why are you taking off my pants?"

Clear and distinct.

crunch.

Luo Xiangzhu got out of bed, and Mu Lier lay on her side again.

Zhao Wumian put his hands on Mu Lier’s shoulders again and pressed against her.

The palm of my hand feels smooth, and I can feel the slight bulge of the thin strap of the bellyband in front of me.

But Mu Lier was suffering from the cold poison at the moment, and Zhao Wumian had no distractions and just held her in his arms.

"Is it useful?" Zhao Wumian asked.

"Maybe not."

"That?"

  "Keep holding it."

"Why?"

"You're so worried. Maybe it can't cure the cold poison, but it can at least warm your heart, right?"

Luo Xiangzhu sat on the edge of the bed, blinked, then took off her shoes, stepped over Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier, and then moved closer to Mu Lier's chest.

And within seconds, she sneezed because of the cold.

Zhao Wumian was laughing.

Mu Lier was poisoned by the cold, but she was also smiling.

(End of this chapter)