Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 225: Beijing, I’m back!
In the early morning in the capital, there was a spring rain in the capital a few days ago. There was still some water on the roadside. A little mist filled the streets and alleys, showing circles of pale golden halos in the morning light.

Smoke rose from the streets and alleys. Hawkers, carrying large and small bags, came to the land designated by the imperial court to set up stalls and start their day's business, shouting along the streets, "Soy milk--"

"Shaobing——"

“Authentic Roujiamo from Qindi!”

Amid the noise of the streets, more than a dozen men dressed in dark official uniforms, carrying swords and knives, entered through the city gate. Each of them had a cold face and looked intimidating without even getting angry.

Behind them, three tall horses were pulling a prison cart, with two prisoners in tattered clothes and bloody faces inside.

Some people on the street recognized their identities from their official uniforms and whispered, "They are people from the palace."

"What errand did His Majesty send them on?"

"Hiss... Two people were tied up... Who are they?"

Upon hearing this, one of the prisoners immediately moved, stuffed his face into the gap of the prison car, and said to the pedestrians on the street: "Thousand-Faced Fox! The famous Central Plains thief, don't you know him?"

A passerby was startled by his sudden voice, took a step back with a look of horror, and then threw the eggs in the basket at Gu Wenhe's face.

Snapped--

Gu Wenhe silently retreated, leaned against the corner of the prison car, looked up to the sky and sighed... He was just captured by Zhao Wumian. The palace masters had gone to Changshan, and they had nothing to do, so he escorted him back to the capital.

They were originally escorted in secret, but now that they had arrived in the capital, the two martial arts champions were both in the capital, so they were not afraid that the White Wolf would come to rescue them, so the masters from the palace entered the city openly, and with a bit of arrogance, they explained to passers-by on the street.

"Marquis Weiming captured the one who achieved unity of heaven and man alive during his trip out of the capital. The guy with a broken hand was Turga, the most outstanding son of Wudamu, the national teacher of the Rong people."

At this point, all the masters of the palace straightened their chests without leaving a trace, feeling proud.

At this moment, the battle was going on at the front line. Once the news of Turga's capture spread, the boost to the morale of the army would be immeasurable. Even Luo Chaoyan would be proud of this move... Isn't it just killing his brother? Compared with expelling the Rong people, this is nothing.

In Dali, killing the Rong people is the greatest justice and rightness, and both ordinary people and heroes recognize it.

"Why is it Wei Ming Hou again?"

"Hiss~ I won't be surprised when he captures Wudamu alive."

"Why would Wudamu be captured alive? If we kill him, the Rong people will be nothing. Everyone knows that Wudamu is the real power holder of the Rong people. The so-called Khan of the grassland is nothing but a stray dog ​​on the roadside."

Passersby were talking about it, but most of them were young women whispering, "Miss Su has really found a treasure."

"I met the Marquis in Qian Su Zhai last time. His face was really prettier than that of a girl."

At this moment, someone asked: "The one with the broken arm is Turga, who is the other one?"

Gu Wenhe immediately perked up, and then he saw a master from the Imperial Palace glance at him, "He's just a stray dog ​​caught by Wei Ming Hou, who likes to do sneaky and dirty things, not a big shot."

"He's not an important person, but Wei Minghou was also arrested?"

"Hey~ You don't understand this, right? This thief doesn't have the ability to steal from the rich and powerful, so he can only steal from ordinary people like us. The fact that the Marquis arrested him proves that he loves the people like his own children, right?"

"I see……"

Gu Wenhe became dejected again. He looked to the side and saw Turga with a deathly pale face, hunched back and head lowered, just like a dead person. It was obvious that his faith in Taoism was shattered.

So Gu Wenhe became more energetic. He was not afraid of being miserable, but was afraid that his cellmates would be more comfortable than him.

The prison van soon arrived at the gate of the Detective Department. Song Yun, with a long knife on her waist, stood in front of the gate of the Detective Department, looking at the prison van. The captains of the Detective Department stood behind her, as if Song Yun was the boss of the Detective Department.

Song Yun knew that it was not easy for Zhao Wumian to get him out of prison, so he stayed quietly in the Detective Department these days and never went out.

Out of boredom, he opened a class in the Detective Department's martial arts training ground to teach these constables martial arts.

In the martial arts world, the martial arts that are circulated outside are either incomplete versions or modified versions released by people with ulterior motives to harm people. There are very few authentic martial arts secrets.

Although the detectives can exchange contribution points for martial arts, Song Yun has a keen eye and a few words of advice can benefit them infinitely, which is simply incomparable to the martial arts secrets.

Therefore, the captains of the police all respectfully called her "Coach Song".

The master of the Imperial Palace threw Gu Wenhe into the Detective Department and took Turga to the Imperial Palace... Such "political prisoners" were usually imprisoned in the Imperial Palace's Tianlao, while the martial artists were imprisoned in Zhaoyu.

Song Yun glanced at Gu Wenhe's steps and raised his eyebrows, "Who did you learn this Qinggong from?"

Song Yun noticed that this guy's Qinggong was pretty good, but although he seemed to be walking like an ordinary person, he actually used the soles of his feet to touch the ground... This was not the Qinggong habit of the Central Plains warriors, but the Western Regions.

The Western Regions are sandy. If you live in a town, it's fine, but if you use light skills to run in the desert covered with yellow sand, this kind of pace not only has the highest explosive power, but is also less likely to sink into the sand.

Gu Wenhe glanced at Song Yun and didn't recognize her, but she looked like she had a high official rank and was skilled in martial arts, so he asked tentatively, "If I tell the truth and write down my Qinggong skills and send them to the Detective Department, can I get my freedom in exchange?"

"If you don't tell me, go to jail."

"Hey, I'll take it, I'll take it." Gu Wenhe laughed, looking optimistic. "I was born in a small town in the Western Regions. I was beaten by the evil people there since I was a child. My biggest wish is to come to the Central Plains. Who doesn't know that the Central Plains has beautiful mountains and rivers under the rule of Dali..."

"Bet him, this guy talks too much nonsense."

"Hey, hey, hey, grandma, grandpa! Sister! Western Regions! It's Yan Luo of the Western Regions! I've loved stealing since I was a kid. When I was 20 years old, I joined the Holy Religion Headquarters and stole Yan Luo's Qinggong secret book. I taught myself and later went to the Central Plains because I was hunted by the Holy Religion. After wandering around for a few years, I felt that my martial arts were pretty good. To vent my anger, I went to the Holy Religion to steal things again."

Song Yun frowned. The positions in the Western Region Holy Religion are generally codenamed with "Yan Luo", "Black and White Impermanence" and "Meng Po" as the officials of various departments. Yan Luo is at the same level as Meng Po. He is a master who can build a bridge between heaven and earth. To be able to steal things from him, it is not known whether it is luck or this guy has real skills.

"Sister, I've already said it. If you give me paper and pen, I will definitely write down this martial arts skill truthfully and dedicate it to you. Then, this will also allow me to be free. Do you think you can..." Gu Wenhe had a flattering smile on his face.

Song Yun looked at him in confusion, "I'm not even a detective officer, how can I let you go? You should ask Wei Ming Hou for help."

Gu Wenhe's face froze, and then he was taken to Zhaoyu by the police with a dead heart. Because he was captured by Zhao Wumian, the police directly locked him up in the third underground floor.

In the cell next to them were Chou Manjiang and Li Jingnan. Gu Wenhe smiled at them and said, "What are your names? We are both in this world, why don't we be friends?"

"..."

The restaurant next to Bailu Square had its doors and windows closed, with yellow lights and incense burning inside and smoke rising into the air.

Chen Shuhan, Dongyan's current boss, sat on the armchair with a gloomy face, tapping the wooden table with his fingers without saying a word.

The white-robed scholar sat beside him, sipping his tea.

Opposite the wooden table sat a middle-aged man with an extraordinary demeanor.

Mr. Du Sanye is one of the middlemen in the capital's underworld.

When Mr. Qin Sanye retired from the underworld and became the father-in-law of the Sword Master, he gave the connections he had accumulated in the capital to Mr. Du Sanye, who was considered a top disciple of Mr. Qin Sanye.

However, he is inferior to Mr. Qin Sanye in many aspects, but he can be regarded as a "king who maintains the status quo" and is still a top figure in the capital's underworld.

The killer 'Mr.' from Wuchang City whom Chen Shuhan had contacted before was called by Mr. Du with the help of Mr. Du.

Master Du's face was not looking good. He whispered, "Who would have thought that Zhao Wumian didn't go to Yanyun to look for the Goguryeo prince, but went to Changshan... But he must be on his way back to the capital now. Why not kill him again?"

The scholar in white robe placed the teacup on the table, took out a tea bag from his sleeve, pinched a few leaves from the bag and put them into the cup, saying lightly:

"According to the intelligence, Zhao Wumian is accompanied by the Sword Sect's Little King of Hell this time... If Wu Kui doesn't come out, who can kill them?"

Master Du San pondered for a while, "The Lord of Wuchang City is also a person who is in harmony with nature. He entered the Dao through assassination. If he can kill a person who is in harmony with nature, it will definitely be of great benefit to his martial arts. I'm sure he will be tempted."

"So where is he now?"

"...I don't know."

"By the time he arrives in the capital, Zhao Wumian will have already returned to the capital, so there's no point in assassinating him." The white-robed scholar picked up the teacup again, took a sip of tea, then pondered for a moment and looked at Chen Shuhan who remained silent.
"Brother Chen, what do you think? Zhao Wumian has returned to the capital. If we want to take action again, the risk is very high...why don't we wait and wait for the right opportunity?"

Chen Shuhan fell silent again. In the capital, they had no chance of killing Zhao Wumian, unless they waited for another chance for Zhao Wumian to leave the capital...but how could they dare to wait?
Two months have passed since Zhao Wumian made his debut. From the intense fight with Liu Yuezhi at the beginning to the capture of Turga now... With the speed at which his strength is improving, I'm afraid he will be able to kill Wu Kui in another month, right?

By then, there will be no chance to avenge the prince.

He then said, "Risks are high? What can you do without risks when you are in the underworld? The prince's plan is very comprehensive and has prepared many backup plans. Is there no risk? When Zhao Wumian sneaked into the palace and then went to Taiyuan, was there no risk?"

"But the prince was defeated."

"Success makes you a king and failure makes you a bandit. But even if you fail, it is better than being hesitant. How can you succeed if you hesitate?"

Having said that, Chen Shuhan currently does not dare to waste any time, but he really does not have any good plans.

With the death of Luo Shuzhi, Dongyan had already fallen apart, and could not produce any martial arts masters... I'm afraid it can only kill with a borrowed knife.

Whose knife should he borrow? Who has a grudge against Zhao Wumian and has the capital to kill Zhao Wumian?
Zhao Wumian's enemies include Wugong Mountain, Huanzhen Pavilion, Rongren, Qingliantian...

Wugong Mountain is a group of cowards who took the initiative to surrender to the imperial court. Unless they are pushed into a corner, they will definitely not take action against Zhao Wumian.

The Huanzhen Pavilion's dog brains were almost beaten out by Zhao Wumian. Xian Yuchen and Li Jingnan were all killed by him. The only ones who could fight were the Pavilion Master, Tong Congdao and Lady Canghua... But this sect is too evil and does whatever it wants, so it is not easy to control.

The Rong people have no power in Dali, so it seems that the only sword they can borrow is Qing Liantian.

The sword master Yangshe Congyun is a man of loyalty and righteousness. Because he had seriously injured Li Jingnan before, he was willing to cooperate with Huanzhen Pavilion for him and conspire against Liuli Four Jades... If Zhao Wumian kills someone around him again, I'm afraid it will be a fight to the death... While Chen Shuhan was thinking, the white-robed scholar was also thinking about it. He suddenly looked up at Master Du San and smiled slightly.
"Although Zhao Wumian has come to the capital, he can't stay in the palace every day, right? If the Lord of Wuchang City and a group of top assassins come in person, I'm afraid there is still a chance. Please contact the Lord of Wuchang City first, the price is negotiable."

Mr. Du San actually meant the same thing, so he smiled.

"No matter how powerful Zhao Wumian is, he is still a human being. If he hides in the dark, he will definitely have a chance. Wu Kui can't protect him every day. At most, the lord of Wuchang City can secretly follow Zhao Wumian for a few months and wait for him to leave the city. At least he won't make the same mistake as 'Mr.'"

After Mr. Du San left, the white-robed scholar's eyes turned cold and he whispered:
"I have checked the background of Master Du San. The reason why he was able to become Master Qin San's apprentice was because he gave his sister to Master Qin San for his own selfish desires. Later, the sister gave Master Qin San a daughter, who is the wife of the current sword master... According to seniority, the sword master has to call this guy uncle."

Chen Shuhan frowned slightly, "It is the rule of the underworld that the disaster will not affect the family."

"You can avenge the prince without any evil schemes and by abiding by your pedantic rules of the martial arts world? You should never hesitate when encountering things, but that's what you just said."

"..."

"What are your plans? Just killing him might not be enough to anger the Sword Master."

"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it."

When Turga and Gu Wenhe were escorted to the capital, Zhao Wumian and others were still on the road. This time they didn't need to rush as they did last time, and riding in a horse-drawn carriage was almost the same as sightseeing.

But the cold poison in Mu Li'er's body has not been cured, so she has to be held by Zhao Wumian every three days... Although Zhao Wumian doesn't mind holding his master, it would be best if he could return to Beijing as soon as possible to get the strongest and most yang thing to relieve Mu Li'er's pain, so the speed of the carriage is not actually slow.

Mu Lier sat cross-legged in the carriage, regulating her breathing and comprehending the martial arts master's intention. Her martial arts accumulation far surpassed Zhao Wumian. After all, she had learned martial arts for more than ten years longer, and she did not lose her memory like Zhao Wumian. At present, she was making steady progress, integrating her own martial arts, and all she needed was an opportunity to build a bridge between heaven and earth.

But every time she closed her eyes, she always thought of hugging her disciple. It was so familiar to her that she almost didn't have any resistance anymore. If she continued like this, even if Zhao Wumian touched the little dent when he hugged her one day, she might not be able to react for a while.

This is not a good thing. No matter how deep the relationship between master and disciple is, there must still be a difference between men and women due to ethics. It is obviously inappropriate now.

If it got out that the little King of Hell slept with his apprentice in his arms every night... would her reputation still be there? This matter would become a shame for the family.

This world still attaches great importance to etiquette, laws and ethics.

But when the cold poison attacked him, Zhao Wumian did have good intentions, and it seemed to be of some use.

The disciple's chest was warm, and when he hugged her, her heart also felt warm, which really made her feel better.

Alas... So Mu Lier didn't know whether she should continue with Zhao Wumian at this moment.

The other girls didn’t think as much as Mu Li’er. They just wanted to return to Beijing as soon as possible, either to find their mother, aunt or sister.

It was three days later when we returned to the capital.

At the same time, after so many days, the white wolf also used his lightness skills to run thousands of miles and arrived at a general's tent at the back of the grassland.

When fighting on the front line, even though Wudamu was seriously injured, he did not dare to rest for a moment and stayed in the military camp with his injuries.

There was an oil lamp lit in the tent, through the light one could see a wide variety of utensils and weapons, including porcelain, tea leaves, long swords, spears, copper tripods, incense burners, and many other utensils.

Wudamu is a collector. He likes all kinds of strange and weird things. He even carries them with him when he goes to war. It is considered a quirk.

Among them, the one hanging at the top is a blue-black long sword, the sword is three feet and three inches long, with a faint cold glow.

Qingming Sword, Su Qingqi's sword, is a weapon passed down from generation to generation in the Su family.

Wudamu was wearing a Confucian robe from the Central Plains and a fox fur coat. He stood in the tent with his hands behind his back, looking up at the Qingming Sword.

With Su Qingqi's strength, this sword is not worthy of being hung on the top, but Su Qingqi's husband is extraordinary. Wudamu has long regarded Zhao Wumian as a great enemy of the grassland, so he also loves the Qingming Sword.

Bai Lang hurried into the commander's tent and whispered, "National Master."

Wudamu looked back and, except for his paler face, he looked no different from a middle-aged man in his forties. It was hard to tell that he was seriously injured, nor was it possible to tell that he was over a hundred years old.

Seeing the white wolf coming alone, he asked calmly, "Is Turga dead?"

"He was captured alive by Zhao Wumian." Bai Lang lowered his head, feeling a little guilty. "Now that he has been taken to the capital, I'm afraid there is no chance to save him."

"As long as you are alive, there is a chance." Wudamu sat down at the wooden table in the middle of the tent, raised his hand and picked up a piece of letter paper, and said:
"He has been smooth sailing for too long. He has never encountered even one setback since he was a child. Every time he fights with others, he wins... Now he is defeated by Zhao Wumian. If he can't make it, he will return to dust. If he can make it, he can build a bridge between heaven and earth."

The white wolf naturally understood this, nodded slightly, and asked: "How should we save him?"

"No hurry, let him stay in the capital for a while, suffer a little, and..." Wudamu put down the letter, pondered for a moment, and then smiled slightly.
"The people of the Central Plains love internal fighting the most. They want to take revenge and kill each other, but in the end, it is the people of the Central Plains who die. If we add some fuel to the fire, it will be enough to consume a lot of their energy."

Bai Lang pondered for a moment, then said, "It seems that there is a third martial arts champion in the court. If it weren't for her, I would have captured Zhao Wumian alive and presented him to the imperial master."

Wudamu was not surprised. He never underestimated his opponents, and he expected there to be a few more martial arts champions in the court.

"What kind of martial arts?"

"She is proficient in all kinds of boxing, kicking and concealed weapons. She must be a woman. Her internal energy is as powerful as an abyss or a prison. She is also wearing a white mask. She should be no more than thirty years old."

Wudamu frowned, "Mrs. Canghua?"

"It's hard to say. It could be that a master of the imperial court deliberately disguised himself and threw dirty water on Canghua Tower. You have to know that Zhao Wumian killed so many people from Huanzhen Pavilion. Queen Canghua should be fighting him to the death. She would never help him to fight against him." Bailang shook his head slightly.

Wudamu pondered for a while, and then suddenly laughed out loud, "If the identities are true, then Xiao Yuanmu and Lady Canghua are both related to Zhao Wumian, which is quite an interesting story... The dignified Marquis Weiming is surrounded by all these seductive women."

Bailang knew that Wudamu had lived for too long and liked to have fun on weekdays, so he was not surprised by his reaction. He chatted with him for a few more words before leaving the general's tent and going to the Khan's tent.

No matter what, the Khan is still the nominal king of the grassland, and any matters still need to be reported.

The guards in front of the Khan's tent looked at Bailang walking out of his tent and sighed inwardly.

Who is the king of this grassland?

The silver moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight is bright.

"Capital! I'm back!" Zhao Wumian stood on the carriage and shouted towards the gate of the capital.

"You're back so I come back. What are you so happy about?" Shen Xiangge sat in front of the bicycle frame, his legs in the air, and glanced at Zhao Wumian helplessly.

Zhao Wumian was happy only because he could see Luo Chaoyan, but he would definitely not tell Shen Xiangge about this, so he pointed to the official road and said:

"At first, the nun and I were standing here, worrying about how to enter the capital. It was Miss Shen who saw me and helped me once. Do you remember?"

"I shouldn't have helped you in the first place." Shen Xiangge raised her hand and touched her pink lips.

The first kiss that I had been waiting for for twenty-five years was gone, but I just couldn't bring myself to kill Zhao Wumian.

"If you don't help me, your Shen family will still be used as a shield by Luo Shuzhi."

"If it weren't for me, how could you have become the Marquis of Weiming?"

"If it weren't for me..." Zhao Wumian choked. Thinking about it carefully, it was Shen Xiangge who had been helping him all the time. On the contrary, he actually didn't help Shen Xiangge much.

"You have nothing to say, right?" Shen Xiangge raised her little face proudly, "Kneel down now and lick my feet, and I won't care about that."

Zhao Wumian pointed in the direction of the imperial city and said word by word: "Miss Shen said that she wanted Marquis Weiming to lick her feet... I will tell the Queen Mother when I return to the palace."

Shen Xiangge's face was filled with black lines. "Marquis Weiming went to Changshan and now he is back in Beijing. Instead of reporting to His Majesty, he wants to complain to the Queen Mother? What were you doing in Changshan?"

"Seeing you get humiliated makes me happier than reporting to work."

"Then ask me what I went to Changshan for."

"What did Miss Shen do in Changshan?"

Shen Xiangge raised her little face, looked at Zhao Wumian, and smiled softly, "It seems that I was forced to come here by my aunt, but in fact, I just want to be with the Marquis all the time."

Zhao Wumian was stunned for a moment, then he clapped his hands together and said, "Miss Su is still here, you always want to say these words to make her angry."

Su Qingqi in the carriage really couldn't stand it anymore, she lifted the curtain and shouted angrily: "Mr. Shen! You are already 25 years old this year, and you seduce my son every day. Don't you have any shame at all?"

"Age is not important. What the Marquis likes is the most important." Shen Xiangge pressed the frame with both hands, using it as leverage, and took out his embroidered shoes, hooking them around Zhao Wumian's calves.

"Does the Marquis like this young lady, or does he like the young lady of the Su family?"

Shen Xiangge just didn't believe it. He had given his first kiss to Zhao Wumian. Would he still stand by Su Qingqi all the time?

Su Qingqi looked straight at Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian pointed at Shen Xiangge's little feet that were hooked around his calf, and suddenly realized:
"Before, you only dared to touch my trouser legs with your feet, but now you touch my calves without any resistance... It seems that the key to the problem is not which one I like, but that you, Miss Shen, seem to be obsessed with me..."

boom!
The foot that was originally hooked on Zhao Wumian's calf suddenly exerted force and kicked Zhao Wumian off the carriage. Shen Xiangge's voice was filled with anger and shame for being poked, or annoyance that Zhao Wumian did not give a direct answer.

"Miss Su, don't drag him into the car! Look at him, he won't speak up for you now! What a playboy!"

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PS: There will be another chapter later, but it will be published in the middle of the night, so go to bed first, good night, book friends.

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