Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 221 The True Meaning of Death, Living with Jade
"Quick! Check along the streets carefully. The Rong people may still be in the city."

"This... even if we find it, we can't defeat it, right?"

"You are such a fool who wants to boost the prestige of the Rong people and destroy their own morale. Don't you know that Marquis Weiming is in Changshan? Find him, give a signal, and the Marquis will come."

"Has Marquis Weiming established the bridge between heaven and earth?"

"How can you and I imagine the strength of the Marquis? You don't know that I was in a wonton restaurant not far from Bailu Street at the time. I heard the sound of fighting. My goodness, I looked up and thought that the Marquis had broken the dark clouds with a sword to reveal the moon. Later I found out that it was the Marquis's swordsmanship... the Su family's Yuehua Sword! With that kind of scene, I don't believe that the Marquis is not the best in martial arts."

"Really? Alas... I was picking out rouge for my wife at that time, so I didn't see it."

"I heard that the Marquis also captured Wudamu's youngest son, Erige, Wuerji, and this youngest son. Every time the Marquis takes action, he can give these Rong people a big blow! It's so satisfying."

"Indeed, the Marquis is ruthless when it comes to fighting the Rong people. Even if he is really a disciple of Taixuan Palace, I will recognize him..."

"Hiss! Be careful with your words. Even the masters in the capital don't dare to mention this matter. How can you be so talkative?"

The Changshan defenders were jogging along the street with weapons in hand. The common people and the gangsters on the street should have been worried, but when they heard that Zhao Wumian had captured a Rong man and that another Rong man's accomplice had escaped, they immediately became excited. Not only did they fully cooperate, they also followed him in the street search.

During the Dakun period, the Rong people occupied the area north of the Yangtze River. In the early days, they did not treat the people of the Central Plains as human beings. They even wanted to kill all the people in the Central Plains and free up the land for grazing and raising sheep.

Later, when rebellions broke out everywhere, someone proposed the policy of "ruling the Central Plains people with the Central Plains people" and began to learn the Central Plains culture, etiquette, and policies of the previous dynasty. Later, when the country became more stable, Emperor Taizu Gao broke out from the southern countries and unified the north.

Dakun's rule lasted only seventy years, and Dali has been established for only more than fifty years. According to word of mouth, many people have heard from their grandfathers about the tragic experiences during Dakun's rule. With this layer of ethnic hatred, whoever can kill the Rong people is a hero.

There is a stage built in a restaurant not far from Bailu Street. At this moment, the drinkers are talking about the fight on Bailu Street. Some people speak eloquently, as if they were there at the scene, and the audience sitting down cheers.

The curtains on the stage were drawn at this moment, and the performance had not yet begun.

Behind the curtain, a girl in a tight white costume with her makeup still on gently opened the curtain with one hand, looking at the drinkers in the hall, listening to their talk about the story of 'Weiming Hou capturing Rong Gou with a single sword'.

Behind her was a woman in green clothes who also listened for a while, and then sighed, "Has the Palace Master not come yet? Zhao Wumian has been using the Palace Master's martial arts to kill people for so long, I wonder where he learned this martial arts from..."

"The message was sent just yesterday. The Palace Master found some clues in Jiangnan and set out early. Calculating the time, it must be February." The girl in white rolled her eyes and said, "How about we try it ourselves?"

"The captain hasn't said anything yet. If you really go, you will be caught by Wei Minghou and played with in a thousand ways." The woman in green pinched the plump buttocks of the woman in white. "He obviously already has Miss Su, but he still has an unclear relationship with the current emperor. He must be a pervert."

The girl in white blushed and covered her buttocks.

Taixuan Palace is not like Huanzhen Pavilion. They have strict sect rules. Although they can be called the devil's witch, they still keep themselves clean... After all, their Palace Master Xiao Yuanmu sets an example herself. Such a beautiful witch has been roaming the world for so long without any scandals.

The girl in white made a spitting sound and said, "Isn't it because he knows the Palace Master's Wan Yue Xian? I heard that the Palace Master's martial arts is very difficult. Many senior sisters have practiced for several years but still can't get started. Now Zhao Wumian shows up for no reason and he can perform Wan Yue Xian so well...

Anyway, if he didn't learn secretly, then he must be related to the Palace Master. But I haven't heard that the Palace Master accepted such a big disciple? Aren't there only senior sisters and junior sisters in the sect? "

Not to mention her curiosity, everyone in Taixuan Palace was curious. Qingyi shook her head, "Maybe the Palace Master was traveling outside and met him by chance. She had a liking for him and taught him to play the moon string... There are many such things in the martial arts world. Most martial arts masters are like this."

“I don’t think it’s that simple…”

After a brief chat, a mature and beautiful woman stood behind them, looking at them expressionlessly, "How can you make irresponsible remarks about the Palace Master's affairs?"

“Captain!?” The two women saluted hastily and lowered their eyes.

The leader of the Taixuan Palace's branch helm glanced at the two of them and said, "There's a letter from Jiangnan. When the Palace Master comes to the North in February, he will personally deal with Zhao Wumian. You guys are just worrying about it. Go to the backyard and copy the music score fifty more times."

"Yes……"

There was a drizzle and dark clouds covered the sky.

Tonight's protagonist, Wei Minghou, was lying on the couch, unconscious and fainted.

Mu Lier moved a small stool and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the person on the couch with her beautiful eyes in a trance.

"Towel! Hot towel! There's too much bleeding... Sword Master! Sword Master!"

The slightly anxious voice of Granny Wang, the doctor of the Sword Sect branch, interrupted Mu Lier's thoughts. She trembled, came to her senses, and hurriedly stood up to get a towel, but Luo Xiangzhu had already come in with a basin of hot water, and a clean hot towel was placed on the edge of the basin.

Mu Li'er then sat there blankly again, tilting her head to look at the unconscious Zhao Wumian, with no expression on her face. She was always impetuous, but at this moment, not to mention her movements, even her thoughts were a little obscure and slow.

On the contrary, Luo Xiangzhu was much more capable at this moment. She could go and get whatever Granny Wang wanted in an orderly manner.

Granny Wang was experienced and sorted out Zhao Wumian's injuries in just a few minutes. "Apart from bruises, a broken right arm and other minor injuries, the most serious one is that four ribs were broken. One of the ribs penetrated into the lung, causing heavy bleeding. At the same time, there is also a force of energy raging in Shao Jian's body..."

Upon hearing this, Luo Xiangzhu's pretty face turned pale.

With Turga’s strength, he shouldn’t have injured Zhao Wumian to this extent...it was mainly because of the palm from the White Wolf.

After using the Demon Blood Solution, his explosive power and strength can rival Wu Kui, but it is only explosive power and strength. In game terms, he becomes an assassin with high attack and low defense.

Bai Lang was a genuine martial arts master. If Zhao Wumian was hit by his palm head-on, an ordinary person would have been turned into a bloody mist. However, Zhao Wumian was only seriously injured, which was already the result of his excellent martial arts skills.

After all, this secret method did not make Zhao Wumian a true martial arts champion, and the numerical gap was still difficult to make up... But in the final analysis, the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution also allowed Zhao Wumian to fight with the martial arts champion. Although it was only high attack and low defense, wouldn't it be enough as long as he was careful not to get hit?
Zhao Wumian would rather be slapped by the white wolf than not let Turga stay. Why?
Mu Lier thought that Zhao Wumian was so furious because Turga said he wanted to take her to the grassland to give birth to a child.

Luo Xiangzhu wanted to ask whether Zhao Wumian's injury would be life-threatening, but she had no paper or pen at the moment, so she pushed Mu Lier and asked her to ask a few more questions.

Mu Lier came back to her senses and opened her pink lips, but her voice sounded a little obscure, "Grandma Wang, can Wumian's injury... be cured?"

"Before it's cured, I dare not make any promises. I can only try my best... That energy is a little difficult to handle."

Granny Wang sighed lightly. The external injuries were okay, but there was a kind of energy raging inside Zhao Wumian's body... If there was no martial arts or medicinal herbs that could specifically restrain this energy, it would be difficult to eradicate it, unless there was another martial arts master who could transfer his internal energy into Zhao Wumian's body and slowly help him recuperate.

With this energy force, it is possible that the energy force would be affected and cause it to explode directly during the healing period. Zhao Wumian's internal strength is spontaneously suppressing this energy force, but Granny Wang feels that he will definitely not be able to suppress it.

Even if he could be cured, Zhao Wumian would have to suffer from the torture of Qi all the time. This is the so-called hidden injury... This kind of injury is common for people in the martial arts world, just like the Mysterious Nether Palm in The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

But the Mysterious Palm can still be restrained by the Nine Yang Magic Art, so what about the Qi in Zhao Wumian's body now? Bai Lang is a master from the grassland, and Zhongyuan has little understanding of his martial arts. They don't even know what kind of palm technique this is, so how can they restrain it?

But Zhao Wumian only took one palm strike, and the energy in his body became difficult to eliminate... It must be a palm technique that is as insidious as the Mysterious Nether Divine Palm.

Therefore, to put it bluntly, if Zhao Wumian's internal strength cannot suppress this energy, he will die on the spot. Even if he can hold on, he will suffer hidden injuries, so the situation is not optimistic.

Mu Lier's pretty face became paler and paler, and she pursed her lips tightly.

She wanted to help Zhao Wumian suppress his energy, but internal energy does not recognize people. Without Zhao Wumian's control, his internal energy would see Mu Lier's internal energy and would simply treat it as an invader, causing Zhao Wumian's body to become increasingly chaotic.

If there is no warrior strong enough to suppress Zhao Wumian's internal energy and Bai Lang's qi, he can't help at all, so only Wu Kui can come.

Granny Wang sighed again, "Master Sword, please go out first. I will take care of the Marquis's external injuries, but this energy...Master Sword, please go and think of a solution first."

How to think of a solution? Should Mu Lier break through tonight and build a bridge between heaven and earth? Or should she let Lady Canghua do it?

Not to mention where Lady Canghua is at the moment, even if she was really here, Mu Lier would never dare to let a demon woman like her probe her internal energy into Zhao Wumian's body.

Mu Lier knew about Zhao Wumian's cooperation with Lady Canghua, but she couldn't possibly believe her.

If Lady Canghua could probe her inner energy into Zhao Wumian's body, she could easily leave some hidden hands in Zhao Wumian's body...At that time, it would not be an alliance between Zhao Wumian and Lady Canghua, but Zhao Wumian would directly become a puppet under Lady Canghua's skirt, at her mercy.

Not to mention Mu Lier, even Zhao Wumian himself didn't dare to gamble... After all, the person he trusted was Shen Xiangge, not Empress Canghua.

Mu Lier didn't know how she left the room. When she came to her senses, she was already standing outside the house.

Dark clouds covered the city and drizzle filled the sky. In the yard, disciples of the Sword Sect came and went in a hurry, following the instructions of Granny Wang and coming with medicinal herbs from time to time.

Luo Xiangzhu was also standing outside the house, looking through the window at Zhao Wumian lying on the couch with a worried look in her eyes, but not as dazed as Mu Lier... After all, her relationship with Zhao Wumian was definitely not as good as Mu Lier's with Zhao Wumian.

Not long after, someone came riding a horse. Su Qingqi was wearing a straw raincoat, with her black hair tied behind her. She walked hurriedly, her hair had been wet by the rain, and a few strands of hair stuck to Su Qingqi's pretty face, making her look even more pitiful.

Su Qingqi was originally at the Sword Sect branch, so she was naturally worried when she learned that Zhao Wumian was injured, but she also knew that Zhao Wumian risked his life to snatch Turga from Wu Kui.

She suppressed her emotions, went to settle Turga first, and sent people to guard him in case the White Wolf came back and rescued Turga.

That's why I didn't arrive immediately.

When Mu Lier saw Su Qingqi, she couldn't help feeling guilty and ashamed of Su Qingqi... She was their master, and she accompanied Zhao Wumian out, but she was the one who was safe and sound, while Zhao Wumian was seriously injured and almost died.

Is she still qualified to be a master?
Su Qingqi came here in a hurry, looked inside through the window, frowned, and looked at Mu Lier, "How is the young master's injury?"

"He, he... has a kind of energy in his body that is difficult to deal with. Wait, wait for news from Granny Wang. I'll think of a way..." Mu Li'er answered with a slight stutter, then almost ran away to the next room.

Luo Xiangzhu looked at Mu Lier's back, then turned around and looked into the house through the window, looking a little at a loss.

Su Qingqi didn't know why Mu Li'er looked so fragile now, but Zhao Wumian was much more important to her than Mu Li'er. Her nerves suddenly tensed up, and she secretly wondered if dual cultivation would be useful in digesting this energy...

But at this moment, they did not have the ability of Lady Canghua, and it was impossible for them to suppress Zhao Wumian's internal energy and eliminate the energy at the same time. They could only hope that Granny Wang had superb medical skills and Zhao Wumian had strong internal strength.

Mu Lier returned to the house, without even taking off her boots, she sat cross-legged on the soft couch, silently closed her eyes, and meditated to regulate her breathing. She wanted to push herself to break through the barrier and build a bridge between heaven and earth, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she could hear the hurried footsteps outside the house.

The noise and tense atmosphere outside highlighted an indescribable feeling of oppression.

Mu Li'er and Su Qingqi are both women of the martial arts world, so they naturally won't cry when they encounter problems. She wanted to enter a state of meditation, but this simple action, like breathing and drinking water, was extremely difficult at the moment. As soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with the scene of Zhao Wumian being slapped away by the white wolf and spitting blood.

Mu Lier still kept her eyes closed, trying to calm her mind, but it was difficult to do so no matter how hard she tried. The noise outside the house gradually faded away and soon turned into dead silence. There was no human voice at all, only the crisp sound of the rain hitting the eaves and corners of the corridor.

This world seemed to be empty. Although Mu Lier knew that Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu must still be waiting outside the house, the silence at this moment seemed to give Mu Lier a faint self-suggestion...there was no one around.

Then she burst into tears.

The reason why Mu Lier accepted Zhao Wumian as her apprentice was because of his personality. She admired Zhao Wumian's chivalry and honesty. He could have taken advantage of Mu Lier's misunderstanding, but he didn't. Not only that, he also robbed a horse in the street in Taiyuan and escorted Luo Chaoyan, who was being hunted by the whole world, to become emperor. He was chivalrous and heroic, and... Mu Lier's move was also a sign of standing in line.

At that time, Zhao Wumian had just fought his way out of the capital and arrived in Xinzhou. It was still unknown who would win between him and Luo Shu. Mu Lier couldn't actually say for sure whether Zhao Wumian could succeed, but she was willing to take a chance.

Now that so many days have passed, Mu Lier has long forgotten the idea of ​​​​taking sides. She truly regards Zhao Wumian as her disciple, truly wants to teach him something, and truly wants to protect him as a master if anything happens.

Although because of Zi Yi, when she faced Zhao Wumian, she often unconsciously recalled the ambiguous situation in the past, but this was not a big deal and did not affect Mu Lier's feelings for Zhao Wumian.

Mu Lier looked at the wooden table not far away. There was a vase with a white flower in it. It was a gift from Zhao Wumian that he had found in the wreckage of the flower shop. After two days, the white flower had withered and its petals had fallen off.

Back then on the cliff in Xinzhou, Zhao Wumian held three incense sticks in his hands. If he didn't worship the sword here, he would worship her.

Back then in Taiyuan, she thought Zhao Wumian was going to die. After they met again, they hugged each other and cried.

Just yesterday, Zhao Wumian gave her flowers and said sweet words to her to make a woman happy. When she was suffering from the cold poison, he also hugged her properly, as if he was holding an ice cube.

And now? Ever since Mu Lier met Zhao Wumian, Zhao Wumian had never been injured so badly.

Even if he had not become Mu Lier's apprentice, he would not have died if he had been seriously injured in the capital.

If it was not good, would anyone still hold incense and worship her with a serious face? Who would still hug and cry after the crisis? Who would still give her flowers? Who would still tell her those jokes to make girls happy? Who would still hug her for warmth after she was poisoned?
Gone.

Many of Mu Lier's colleagues went out to make a living and died on the streets, but she has never found it so difficult to accept as it is now.

She was in a trance and remembered a little thing.

It was a particularly insignificant matter that had already been buried in my memory, but for some reason I suddenly remembered it at this moment.

That was sixteen years ago.

Mu Lier was ten years old that year, Luo Xiangzhu was four years old, and the Princess of Prince Yan died of illness that year.

It was a snowy day, and the streets of Jinzhou City were covered with thick snow. If you stepped on it, it would be enough to cover Mu Lier's calves.

The whole city was dressed in white, even the people walking on the street were wearing white clothes, mourning for the Princess of Prince Yan.

Murier's mother and the Princess of Prince Yan were sworn sisters, so Murier naturally went along as well.

Her mother told her that the Princess of Prince Yan had died, and that when she went to the palace later, she was not allowed to act naughty or laugh.

Mu Lier replied: "I know what death is. In Jianghu picture books, many people died."

Mu Lier, who was only ten years old, knew what death was, but she still couldn't understand what death was... After all, a living person was still talking to you yesterday, but today she was lying in a big wooden box, and people around her told you that she was dead.

Such a huge contrast really makes it difficult for Mu Lier to empathize.

Inside the palace, there were people in white clothes everywhere, crying all the time. The atmosphere made Mu Lier very uncomfortable, so she ran out alone, and then saw a cat in the alley opposite the palace.

A cat about the same size as Mu Lier's little hand, obviously born not long ago.

The cat had a pair of emerald green eyes like glass beads, white fur and pink lips.

The cat stood on the straw in the alley, meowing at Murier.

As soon as Mu Li'er smiled, it trotted over and circled around her. So Mu Li'er played with the cat for a whole day, until she returned home at night. The mother cat returned to the alley, stood on the wall, and looked at Mu Li'er vigilantly. She waved to the cat reluctantly, threw some chicken, and agreed to play again tomorrow.

After a night, Mu Lier went to the alley again. The cat was dead, and its body was buried in the snow. After a night, it became hard.

Mu Lier found her mother with the cat in her arms and said, "Mom, it's frozen. Please warm it up. I want to play with it."

My mother raised her hand and pinched the cat's neck, then lifted up its fur and saw two bloody holes on its neck. Then she said the cat was dead, probably because it was too cold and had frozen to death.

Mu Lier said "Oh" and buried the cat. On the way, she met a guest of the palace, who came to help. She said that the cat had played with you and had your scent on it, so its mother bit it to death.

Mu Lier was still holding a small shovel in her hand, her hands were red from the cold. After hearing this, she stood there with a dull look in her eyes and asked, "Really?"

"real."

Mu Lier started crying. She didn’t know why she was crying, but she just couldn’t stop.

That was the first time she intuitively understood what "death" really meant.

She cried for the whole day at that time.

And now, Mu Lier feels like she has returned to the age of ten.

Her body gradually relaxed, and she went from sitting cross-legged to slumped on the bed, staring blankly at the vase on the table.

She didn't know why she thought of that little thing, but her tears couldn't stop falling.

Outside the house, Granny Wang pushed the door open and came out. Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu came over quickly. "How is the young master?"

"Young Sword Master's inner strength is very pure, and he can fight against the energy and suppress it, but he has no idea when it will explode." Granny Wang sighed.

"Although his injuries are stable now, the Qi will always be a hidden danger if it is not resolved. When the young sword master wakes up, we can ask the sword master to help eliminate the Qi, but the methods of the martial arts master...it would be better to send a message to the capital and ask the emperor to send a martial arts master, which would be safer."

Granny Wang hesitated for a moment, but still said, "But during this period, the Qi may explode at any time. After all, it is a method left by the martial arts master of the Rong people. I don't know exactly how powerful it is. I hope Miss Su will be prepared in advance."

Be prepared? What preparations? To hold a funeral for the young master?

Are you kidding me? You're going to die at the hands of a Rong man?
Granny Wang sighed lightly, this kind of thing is too common in the martial arts world. There are many disciples in the Sword Sect who are extremely talented, but how many of them have died while wandering in the martial arts world?

Countless.

Some were poisoned, assassinated, ambushed, or even stabbed to death by ordinary people due to lack of awareness.

That's what the underworld is like. The joy of taking revenge is one thing, and dying on the streets is another...it's all underworld.

Do you think that you can die gloriously and heroically because you are a martial arts master, gifted, and have a good family background? More often than not, you will be killed like a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

Su Qingqi looked extremely bad, but no matter how sad and worried she was, she would not vent her negative emotions on the doctor. She nodded slightly to show that she understood, and asked Granny Wang to go back and rest. She then went into the house and closed the doors and windows.

Luo Xiangzhu stood there, his face pale and his eyes slightly hesitant. He stood there for a few seconds, then went to the door of Mu Lier's house, ready to tell his master the news.

At least, Zhao Wumian's life is safe, right?
But when he reached the door and was about to push it open, he heard her crying through the wooden door. He paused and then retracted his hand.

Luo Xiangzhu's face turned paler again. She looked at Mu Li'er's door, then at Zhao Wumian's door. Then she gritted her teeth, lifted her skirt with both hands, trotted a few steps, and pushed open Zhao Wumian's door.

As a result, when I looked up, I saw that Su Qingqi had taken off her boots and was sitting on the couch, holding her belt with one hand and raising the other hand to pull down the curtain.

Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu looked at each other and couldn't help but blink. Then, they pretended nothing happened, withdrew their hands, and placed them on their thighs properly. "Why is the princess here?"

Luo Xiangzhu was quite innocent and had no idea what Su Qingqi was going to do, so she closed the door, looked around, took down the Wuhen Sword hanging on the wall, and then held the sword in both hands and trotted to the couch.

Su Qingqi looked puzzled, but heard Luo Xiangzhu leaning his sword against the bed, then finding a pen and paper, leaning over the table, writing something and motioning for Su Qingqi to see.

"I was born with jade in my mouth, and my blood essence may be able to dissolve the Qi. Dad never let me tell anyone, so I hope you can keep it a secret for me."

Su Qingqi tilted her face, not understanding.

Luo Xiangzhu's face immediately became anxious, and she wrote on the paper: "Jiangzhuyu!!!"

She used three exclamation marks and lifted the paper with such force that her fingertips made several cracks in the paper.

Luo Xiangzhu pointed at her heart with her little finger, her eyes determined.

Su Qingqi was slightly stunned, and then her expression changed instantly, "The Crimson Pearl Jade is in the princess' body!?"

Luo Xiangzhu nodded and wrote another sentence, "Sensing the Nine Bells, the root cause. My mother passed away and I became like her. I am weak and sickly. It was the Crimson Pearl Jade that saved my life. It may have a miraculous effect on this energy."

Su Qingqi was stunned for a few seconds, not caring about the so-called crimson jade. As long as there was hope of healing, she asked, "What should I do? Just drink the princess' blood?"

Luo Xiangzhu tilted her head and thought about it, she actually wasn't very clear.

If you don't know, then try it. She first drew out the Wuhen Knife, cut a small cut on her white jade fingertips, and then squeezed out a few drops of bright red blood and dripped them into Zhao Wumian's mouth.

The two women waited for a few seconds, but there was no response.

Su Qingqi frowned, raised her hand and pinched Luo Xiangzhu's wrist, said "excuse me", then moved forward, held her fingertips in her mouth, and sucked a mouthful of blood to taste the saltiness.

Luo Xiangzhu's fingertips were sucked by Su Qingqi, which made her feel numb and itchy, and her little face turned red subconsciously.

Su Qingqi could indeed feel that there was an indescribable aura in Luo Xiangzhu's blood. It was hard to say what effect it had, and Su Qingqi didn't have the time to sense it. If she didn't use her internal energy to refine it, it would just be like drinking a mouthful of blood.

But how could Zhao Wumian's body at this moment possibly use internal energy spontaneously?

But Su Qingqi couldn't help, because Zhao Wumian's internal energy would regard her internal energy as an invader... Oh, right, dual cultivation.

The harmony of yin and yang, you in me, I in you, this will help to refine...

So do we have to practice dual cultivation in front of Luo Xiangzhu?

I'll keep her blood for a while, but I don't know if it will still be useful...

(End of this chapter)