Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 219: Just Consider It as Changshan's Repayment
After nightfall, the evening breeze was gentle, and sparse spring rain fell into thousands of homes along with the night wind. Wisps of black clouds in the night sky obscured the moonlight a little.

Turga and Bailang wore straw raincoats and hats, dressed like ordinary people in the world, and walked out of Tiantong Tower.

White Wolf glanced at the drizzle in the night sky, and then looked at the people coming and going around him, his calloused hands hidden in his straw raincoat.

The people around him had no idea that the man in the straw raincoat was a rare martial arts master in the world. They walked past him chatting and laughing.

Bai Lang whispered, "There are so many people in the martial arts world of Changshan alone. The Central Plains is so vast. If they all wear black armor and hold swords to fight, how many tens of thousands of soldiers would there be? Hundreds of thousands, or millions?"

“Let’s not talk about military discipline for now. The forces in the Central Plains are so complicated and diverse, and each has its own grievances and hatreds. Who can unite them? Even the old Emperor Jingzheng only put up ten plaques for the top martial arts masters, and used these top masters to barely ease the conflict between the martial arts world and the court.” Turga raised his hand and pulled his raincoat, then walked in one direction.

"What makes a wolf pack scary is its unity, and one of the alpha wolves in the Central Plains is Zhao Wumian. I believe that with his abilities, he will be a serious threat to us in the future... He must die tonight, otherwise he will either go to the capital and be difficult to kill, or end up in the martial arts world and be hard to find."

Bai Lang followed Turga's steps and sneered lightly, "I have checked Zhao Wumian's life. The most noteworthy achievement was killing a Taoist priest with a big nose who didn't communicate with the bridge of heaven and earth. Li Jingnan was captured in Zhaoyu, obviously because of the encirclement and suppression. As for Xian Yuchen..."

White Wolf shook his head slightly. "The secret method is somewhat worth mentioning, but other than that, it's a mess. It's not surprising that he was killed for failing to even build a bridge between heaven and earth."

This sounds arrogant, but as a fierce man who builds the bridge between heaven and earth, Bai Lang is almost at the top of the world. There are less than thirty masters who can fight with him, so he naturally has the right to be arrogant.

Turga did not respond, but he felt in his heart that no matter how powerful Zhao Wumian was, he could not survive Wu Kui's hands... It has been like this since ancient times. Even his father Wudamu, when heaven and man were one, had never defeated Wu Kui head-on. At most, he could hold on for a while and wait for an opportunity to escape.

And how many people in this world are more talented than Wudamu? I'm afraid it's only Wudamu's master, Ji Yingshi.

The two went to the west side of Changshan... Changshan is one of the big cities in the Central Plains, but no matter how prosperous it is, the gap between the rich and the poor is a link that is difficult to erase in any way. Bailu Street on the west side of Changshan is the "slum" of Changshan.

Most of the people living in Bailu Street are peddlers, poor families, or refugees from the Western Regions... Of course, there are even more empty houses.

The place in the Western Regions is the Valley of Evil in Dali. Naturally, some Hu people who couldn't stand it fled to the legendary Peach Blossom Land in the Central Plains. But if you have the ability, even the Valley of Evil can become a Peach Blossom Land. If you don't have the ability, you will be the lowest class wherever you go.

Zhao Wumian asked Chen Wen Ye to lead Turga and the white wolf to this place because this place is sparsely populated. If a fight really breaks out, no innocent people will be affected. Also, he can tell Turga about Meng Po's visit to Chen Wen Ye.

Let’s say Meng Po came to Changshan, and Zhao Wumian went to Bailu Street to look for clues... After all, Meng Po was also a Hu person.

You can make up any excuse you want.

When we arrived at Bailu Street, the lights around the streets became dimmer and the voices of people gradually became sparse.

Turga had to light a lantern, and the dim light illuminated the abandoned streets. Occasionally, he could see destitute beggars in the alleys.

Some vendors still set up stalls at this time. Most of them were elderly people wearing linen clothes, selling common items such as noodles and sesame cakes.

The wild dog beside the garbage dump licked the dirty water flowing out of the garbage with its hot and wet tongue. When it saw strangers coming here with its turbid eyes, it immediately turned its head and barked at the two people, but the white wolf only raised its head slightly, glanced at the wild dog under its hat, and the beast whimpered and fell to the ground.

Frightened by the murderous aura, he fainted from stress.

Bai Lang retracted his gaze and looked around. "This place is a good place for an ambush. The so-called Master Chen Wen may have been bribed by Zhao Wumian."

Turga smiled slightly, "Zhao Wumian has no idea that the White Wolf leader is beside him. This is the information gap... I actually hope that he sets a trap and finds a group of people to try to encircle and suppress us, but the White Wolf leader breaks it with force and kills a hundred people."

A disdainful laugh came from under the White Wolf hat, "I think so too."

Be it Chen Qiyuan or Wudamu, all warriors who communicate with the bridge of heaven and earth are not afraid of an ambush. Their first reaction is always to defeat you head-on with their strength.

This is also a common characteristic of those who are at the top of martial arts in this world.

What about setting an ambush?
I am here, come and kill me.

Without this kind of ability, they would not be able to communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth. On the other hand, Xian Yuchen clearly had a secret method, but when he met Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier, his first reaction was to run away. No wonder he could not communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth.

Turga pondered for a moment and then said, "Meng Po has also come to Changshan... What does the White Wolf leader think of her?"

"He is just a barbarian. Not to mention that I look down on him, how many people in the Central Plains can truly look up to him?"

The previous dynasty was ruled by the Rong people, and now it is the Dali who rules the world... Therefore, neither the Rong people nor the Dali care much about the Hu people far away in the western loess... This group of Hu people sits at the same table with Goguryeo and the Japanese pirates.

Want to win respect? Wait until the Hu people can gather hundreds of thousands of troops, seize the country, and dominate the Central Plains for decades.

Turga didn't care about race, he just whispered: "The Western Regions are also very dissatisfied with the Central Plains. It would be great if we could get them to send troops to start a war and consume some of the Li Kingdom."

White Wolf nodded, and then heard Turga ask, "What did you notice? How many people did Zhao Wumian deploy here?"

"There aren't many people. After careful observation, there aren't many who know martial arts, less than ten. Some of them have only practiced basic martial arts and are not up to par. They must not be the ones arranged by Zhao Wumian."

With Wu Kui's ability, it is not difficult for him to sense where someone is, but it is completely impossible to detect how good someone's martial arts is from a distance. He can only judge the martial arts style by walking posture, hand calluses, breath, weapons, etc.

An example is when Shen Xiangge first met Tang Weiyu, he couldn't tell how good his martial arts were at first... At best he could guess what level his strength was at, but he still had to observe him face to face.

"Such a small number of people?" Turga looked a little surprised. "Does that mean we are overthinking? Zhao Wumian didn't set an ambush at all?"

"It's hard to say." White Wolf kept walking, "Keep looking. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We can't miss it."

Zhao Wumian was holding an oil-paper umbrella, leading the Jade Lion Zhaoye, and wandering around Bailu Street. The Bi Bo Bai spear was hung on the horse's belly, and Wuhen had a sword across his waist.

After leaving Yang Mansion, he went to the Sword Sect branch and the Detective Department, briefly explained his plan to his master and Miss Su, then took his sword and went all the way to Bailu Street to act as bait.

With a strong man like Turga wandering around in the Central Plains, he would be worried unless he got rid of him... Things are different now. Now that a war is going on, Zhao Wumian naturally has the obligation to be responsible for the safety of the rear.

After walking for a while, Zhaoye Jade Lion gently touched Zhao Wumian's back with its forehead, and then shook its head towards a street stall.

"Are you hungry?" Zhao Wumian asked.

The horse nodded.

"I'm afraid there's no fodder for you to eat here."

The horse looked at Zhao Wumian and smacked his lips, probably meaning "Noodles and sesame cakes, I can eat them too~"

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and patted the horse's forehead, then led the reins and came to the stall. There was an iron pot next to it, with white steam bubbling out of it. It was noodle soup. On the small table next to it, there were cut noodles covered with a white cloth, and there were also various small bowls with various seasonings inside.

An old yellow umbrella was placed in front of the iron pot to prevent raindrops from falling into the pot, but there were only two small wooden tables next to the stall, and even without the umbrella, they were covered with raindrops. If you really went there to eat with a bowl in hand, raindrops would still fall into your bowl.

Thanks to this, there was no customer at all at the stall... But Zhao Wumian was not hungry and had no intention of eating noodles.

"Boss, bring the basin and pour some hot noodle soup. Add as much noodles as she needs until she is full." Zhao Wumian patted the horse's neck, "I won't waste your money."

The boss is an old lady with wrinkles all over her face.

This is considered a big business. The boss's eyes lit up and he said "OK". Then he sighed softly, lifted the white cloth, and skillfully put the noodles into the pot, muttering to himself, "In this world, there are so many people who can't afford a bowl of noodles, but some people can actually feed the noodles to horses..."

This was obviously not suitable to be said in front of guests, and she lowered her voice low enough, but unfortunately it could not be hidden from Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian loosened the reins, wiped the wet bench with the sleeve of his raincoat, sat down, took out the red wine gourd from his waist, took a sip of wine, and did not say much about the matter, but just asked: "How much is a bowl of noodles?"

"One penny."

"so cheap?"

The boss's wrinkled face revealed a slightly gentle smile, "It's too expensive, people here can't afford it."

The boss didn't think that someone like Zhao Wumian, who looked like she was living a wealthy life and was at the top, would understand her. At most, they would be kind enough to give her more money and say a few words of admiration... There were many people who didn't want to eat meat, and she had met countless people who talked about being at the bottom of society all the time.

But contrary to her expectations, Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment after hearing this, and then said seriously: "These days, I have been hanging out with the underworld and the nobles, and rarely asked about these folk affairs... It seems that I have to visit these places more often in the future, and discuss a rule with her in the future to reduce the number of poor people."

The boss's hand paused slightly, and he looked at Zhao Wumian in a bit of surprise, then retracted his gaze, said no more, and continued silently.

A large bowl of hot white flour was brought to the horse, with many green vegetable leaves on it. The pony looked at Zhao Wumian, wagged its tail slightly to show its happiness, and then leaned over to eat the noodles.

Zhao Wumian sat at the table, raised his hand to press his hat, and drank silently. After a while, instead of Turga, he waited for several blue-eyed Hu women.

These Hu women were simply dressed, most of them were little girls under ten years old, with only one girl who looked to be in her teens. They walked out of the alley, glanced at Zhao Wumian, and then looked at the white horse that was eating with relish.

Zhao Wumian tilted his head to look at them, and they were immediately frightened and hid in the deep alley again, but there was a little Hu girl who was less than ten years old who poked her head out and looked at the bowl of noodles under the mouth of Zhaoye Jade Lion, with a look of desire in her eyes. Zhao Wumian silently took a sip of wine and said nothing. The boss said: "Some Hu people fled to Changshan, but they had a hard time and turned around to leave. They didn't have enough money, so they left their daughters behind... After all, if it was a son, he would still have some strength, but a woman..."

The boss shook his head slightly. "Hu people are not welcome in the Central Plains, let alone women? They have no strength, no martial arts, can't do heavy work, and have no land to farm. Except for some lucky ones who find work, they can only go to brothels... If they don't want to go, they have to hide from the madams who come to catch them, and they can only eat at other people's houses here."

Zhao Wumian said nothing when he heard this... He had never known that the Hu people were discriminated against in the Central Plains.

After Zhao Ye Yu Shi finished his noodles and drank the noodle soup happily, he walked over to Zhao Wu Mian and rubbed his forehead against him affectionately.

At this time, a Hu woman who was estimated to be in her teens patted the little girl's back and signaled her to wait. Then she came to Zhao Wumian alone, her green eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and whispered to Zhao Wumian: "Young man, the noodles that the horse didn't want after eating... can you give them to us?"

Zhao Wumian glanced at her, his hat tilted slightly. The Hu woman subconsciously took a step back, thinking that she had displeased Zhao Wumian, and hurriedly said, "I, I don't mind, but they haven't eaten for two, two days... If the young man doesn't want to, then, then..."

The Hu woman burst into tears, her nose red, "I, I have never been touched by a man, I just hope you can give them some clean white flour to eat."

This woman came to Bailu Street to avoid the brothel's madam...but now she is so hungry that she has to sell her body for food?
Zhao Wumian was silent for a few seconds. He had spent too much time immersed in the "grand narratives" of martial arts, politics, and princes, and he had almost forgotten that there were many miserable people in this world.

Zhao Wumian drank the wine in the gourd, then took out two silver notes of 100 taels from under his straw raincoat and gently placed them on the table. "There is no shortage of land in the Central Plains. Take the silver and go to the governor of Changshan to buy some land and seeds. It's spring ploughing time. Tell him that it was Zhao Wumian who asked you to go... Otherwise, the silver and land will definitely be robbed."

After saying that, Zhao Wumian stood up, shook off the raindrops on his raincoat, led the white horse, held up an oil-paper umbrella, and turned to leave.

The Hu woman immediately burst into tears and looked at Zhao Wumian's back, choking with sobs, "Young man, how can we accept someone's kindness for no reason?"

"Just think of it as giving it to me on behalf of Changshan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian had already left the alley with his horse and disappeared into the dark rain.

Several little girls from the Hu people came over in a swarm, but no one dared to take the banknotes on the table. They just hugged the Hu people sister... The Hu people sister looked at the hawker boss, her tearful expression gradually calmed down, and she whispered:
"Sir, he, he doesn't seem to be interested in women... He can't even get close to her, how can he steal her?"

The old woman took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, opened the stopper, poured out a stream of light blue liquid, and smeared it on her face. Soon, the old woman with a wrinkled face turned into a beautiful Hu woman with a high nose bridge and blue eyes like a cat.

Meng Po was silent for a few seconds, and whispered to herself, "I went to Yang's house, and I thought he was greedy for beauty, but I never thought..."

She stretched out her fair little hand and took the two banknotes from the table... The banknotes were wet from the rain and were wrinkled and almost stuck together.

Meng Po raised her hand to separate the two silver bills, and then a bright red petal fell from the gap between the silver bills and floated in the air.

Meng Po raised her hand slightly, and her two fingers easily pinched the red petals that fell with the rain. For some reason, a faint smile appeared on her breathtaking face, and she whispered: "Zhao Wumian..."

"Why are you afraid of him, sir? Can't you just rob him directly? Why do you have to keep looking for opportunities to steal?"

"Success depends on human effort, failure depends on human behavior. Seeing this rumored powerful marquis is much more important than a piece of clothing." Meng Po folded up the banknotes and put them into her sleeves, and then said:
"More importantly, the Rong people are also in Changshan. Wouldn't it be nice to just sit back and watch Zhao Wumian and them fight each other? Since Zhao Wumian wants to kill people here, I want to see what he is capable of."

Zhao Wumian didn't know that when he sent Shen Xiangge back to Yang Mansion in the morning, Meng Po had already been to Taiping Wharf and heard the news that Gu Wenhe was captured by Zhao Wumian. She knew that Zhao Wumian would definitely go to Tiantong Tower to look for clues, so she went to the tower in advance to wait for him.

Meng Po knew about the conversation between Zhao Wumian and Chen Wenye, and also knew that Zhao Wumian went to Yang Mansion to seek help from Lady Canghua.

Thinking of this, Meng Po nodded her chin, with a puzzled look in her eyes... Who exactly is that Shen Xiangge? How could she call Lady Canghua over so easily? Is that woman so easy to talk to?
When Shen Xiangge was in Canghua Tower, he always showed his disguised face, so Meng Po only knew Queen Canghua but not Shen Xiangge. For a while, she was not sure whether Shen Xiangge was Queen Canghua.

That's not right. A disciple who has a close relationship with Marquis Weiming has joined Lady Canghua's sect. Isn't this a spy? How could she not know? Is she that stupid?
Oh, that seems pretty stupid.

The Hu elder sister gently stroked the back of a Hu little girl's head, looked at Meng Po, and asked, "What about these dolls?"

Meng Po came back to her senses, waved her hand gently, and said: "Take them to a safe place to have a good meal, and then take them to the Holy Church when we return... It is better to go to the Church than to suffer injustice in a place like this."

"What about the adults?"

"Zhao Wumian's matter is not over yet."

The spring rain is gentle and the streets are quiet.

Turga and the white wolf walked side by side. The white wolf stopped first and tilted his head to look at an alley on the street. He narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Since you're already here, why hide your head and show your tail?"

Turga fell silent and tilted his head to look.

Dilidala.

The raindrops fell on the floor tiles, making a slight sound. There was no one on the street, only the sound of falling rain.

Tap tap tap————

A few seconds later, the sound of crisp footsteps stepping over puddles was heard in the alley. A man in a straw raincoat, holding an oil-paper umbrella and leading a white horse, slowly appeared from the depths of the alley.

The man in the straw raincoat had a sword slung diagonally behind his waist, and a white spear hung from a cloth on the side of his white horse. Raindrops fell on the oil-paper umbrella, slid along the ribs and condensed into columns of water.

The atmosphere gradually became tense and then turned into a solemn one.

"Look at this Central Plains guy, still carrying an umbrella at this time, so sissy." White Wolf sneered, turned his shoulders slightly backward, and the straw raincoat on his body slipped to the ground, revealing a grassland-style wolfskin coat underneath.

Turga couldn't help but laugh out loud. He pinched the edge of his hat to take it off and threw it away. The hat swung a few circles in the rain and fell on the muddy ground. Then he placed his hands on the sword and knife at his waist.

He nodded slightly to the man in the straw raincoat and said, "On the path of martial arts, you can know the martial arts world by observing a single chestnut, but reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. I have learned all the martial arts of the grasslands. After I saw the sky two years ago, I came to the Central Plains martial arts world under the pseudonym Li Ming. I have seen many ingenious strategies of famous families and learned a lot."

Choke————

He first pulled out the long sword from his waist three inches, revealing the fine inscriptions on the sword, and said calmly: "Now that I have learned a lot, I am about to return home. Before I leave, I can kill Wei Minghou, who is also a unity of heaven and man. This can be considered a complete journey, and it is not in vain."

The man in the straw raincoat did not say anything. He just calmly closed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and leaned it against the wall. Then he casually placed his right elbow on the hilt of the sword behind his waist. With his left hand, he loosened the reins, grasped the white spear, stepped forward, and walked out of the deep alley. The spear in his left hand was slowly drawn out from the white cloth as he walked.

"Knife in the right hand, pistol in the left hand?" White Wolf frowned slightly, then shook his head slightly, "It's ridiculous and inexplicable."

Turga drew the long sword from his waist and said, "Don't you have a master who is in harmony with nature? Call her out as well. Even her father values ​​her talent very much. He once extended an olive branch to her but was rejected... but it doesn't matter if she was rejected. With her talent, the child she gives birth to will most likely be a martial arts genius. Bringing her to the grassland will be useful."

Turga was clearly confident of victory... That was natural, as there was a top martial arts master next to him. On the other hand, Zhao Wumian only had Mu Lier, who was in harmony with nature. It would be impossible for him to lose.

Zhao Wumian raised his eyes slightly, tilted his hat slightly, and glanced at Turga.

boom.

At this moment, the white wolf suddenly disappeared from the spot, but there was not even a crack on the floor tiles under his feet. It was obvious that he controlled the force very carefully and accurately, without any waste.

Meng Po came quietly to the darkness, concealed her breath, observed silently, and watched the fight between the imperial court and the Rong people. From her perspective, she could clearly see the white wolf leaping above Zhao Wumian, with his fists clenched and ready to smash down suddenly. If these two punches hit him hard, not to mention Zhao Wumian, even this street would be broken in half on the spot, like a dragon turning over.

What about Zhao Wumian? He was looking forward, still looking at Turga, and had no idea of ​​the exact location of the white wolf.

Speed, burst, muscles, perception, martial arts, internal energy, even combat experience and combat intuition, all masters at the Wukui level have basically maxed out these factors that affect combat power. Everyone can be called a polygonal warrior and there is no reason for them to lose to someone who has achieved the unity of man and nature.

Meng Po was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Turga would actually call a martial arts master to kill Zhao Wumian... This is still a bullshit dog-eat-dog game. Wouldn't Zhao Wumian be treated as a stray dog ​​on the roadside and kicked to death?
Oh, by the way, Zhao Wumian went to Yang's house to find Shen Xiangge, it seems like he called for help...

Under the rain, Bai Lang saw that Zhao Wumian seemed to have not reacted yet, and a sneer appeared in his eyes. But at this moment, a residual shadow suddenly rushed out of the rain, raised his palm and swung it. Before he got close, the powerful energy and internal energy hit Bai Lang head-on.

Bai Lang didn't expect that there was a master of the bridge between heaven and earth who was launching a sneak attack on him. By the time he realized it, the energy had already reached him and he only had time to raise his arms.

boom----

The raindrops around the white wolf instantly spread out in all directions. In the blink of an eye, a large hole appeared around him. He suddenly flew backwards, smashing more than a dozen walls along the way, with smoke and dust rising everywhere.

His surprised voice came through the rain, "Who are you!?"

boom----

Shen Xiangge said nothing, but just chased him and beat him, venting all her anger at Zhao Wumian kissing her on this Rong man.

I haven't even beaten Zhao Wumian yet, who the hell are you and you want to kill him! ?

Turga's expression froze a little, in disbelief, "Why is there a martial arts master beside you? Xu Ran and Su Huaixi are both in the capital! Who is this martial arts master? "

Zhao Wumian sneered, said nothing, and just drew out his sword.

(End of this chapter)