Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 228 You want to kill me? Here I come

Ever since Zhao Wumian entered the realm of heaven, he has often suffered from physical weakness. Even when fighting with Li Jingnan who was injured, he was at a disadvantage. However, he is also half of the innate poison body, and the fact that he is not afraid of all kinds of poisons has benefited him a lot. Now he even takes poison pills as tonics, and his physique has long been much stronger than when he first achieved unity between heaven and man.

Zhao Wumian thought in his heart that he should be stronger than Li Jingnan in terms of strength at the moment. If he used the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution, he could even hang Li Jingnan up and beat him.

This physique is really interesting. I've heard Zi Yi mention it before. This is what Gui Xuan Gu has been seeking for a hundred years. No one has been able to achieve it for many years, but in the end, I got the reward.

However, because of this physical condition, he was killed by the Cold Jade Gu once. If he had not fought to the death with the Naraku Red Silk, he would never have woken up in Qinfeng Mountain.

This condition alone has stopped countless people.

Zhao Wumian sat cross-legged and regulated his breathing. By the time he had digested the poison pill, it was already dusk outside the palace.

The deep red sunset poured into the store through the window, like sticky blood, reflecting a few poisonous insects in the corner. They regarded the sunlight as an abyss and ran away with a "crunch" when they were illuminated by it.

There were many poisonous insects hiding in the corners, their eyes invisible to the human eye staring at Zhao Wumian. Among them, a small dark black scorpion hid behind a shelter, but the tail needle on its back was exposed, swaying slightly.

These poisonous insects were scary, but because they were raised by Zi Yi, Zhao Wumian thought they were cute. He raised his hand slightly, and the poisonous insects sensed his kindness and crawled onto his fingertips.

It's a little spider.

Zhao Wumian smiled at it.

It rubbed its front paws and wiggled its little butt, and it seemed as if thousands of insects were chirping in the hall.

Leaving the palace, there was a palace maid waiting outside the corridor, with a sedan chair beside her. She bowed and saluted, "My Lord, the emperor left a letter for you, asking you to go to Fu Mo Palace after you leave the confinement."

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly, sat on the sedan chair, raised his sight slightly, and watched the palace walls on both sides move backwards. He suddenly realized that he was becoming more and more accustomed to the manners of those in higher positions.

When the little nun was in the capital, she was secretly distressed because their identities were becoming increasingly different. Now no one knows where she is. Will she show up when all nations come to pay tribute this time?
I didn't expect that. After all, only half a month had passed since she left Beijing.

Zhao Wumian was disappointed.

When he arrived at Fu Mo Hall, Luo Chaoyan was standing in the hall with a booklet in his hand, looking serious.

She seemed to have just taken a bath and changed into a dark red palace skirt. The green belt tightly wrapped around her slender waist, making her perky and attractive peach buttocks stand out from under the skirt.

Shen Xiangge stood beside Luo Chaoyan properly, with his small hands on Luo Chaoyan's waist, adjusting her posture...it seemed like he was practicing martial arts.

The Queen Mother lay sideways on the soft couch, flipping through a martial arts novel produced by the Jade Palace, reading it with great relish.

Luo Xiangzhu held a brush in his hand, sat in front of a drawing board, and painted a portrait of the Empress Dowager.

The sunlight was pouring in from the window, and the dust in the air seemed to be swimming in the light. There was a lazy and peaceful atmosphere in the hall, which made people want to sleep involuntarily.

Zhao Wumian thought it would be comfortable to sleep in such an atmosphere.

Seeing Zhao Wumian, Luo Chaoyan tilted her head, pointed at the booklet in her hand, and then threw it to Zhao Wumian.
"The thief you caught wrote down his Qinggong and presented it to the court. According to him, this is the Qinggong of Yan Luo from the Western Regions. He must be the best in the martial arts world. Can you take a look?"

Ever since he learned the art of picking stars and changing the moon, Zhao Wumian's lightness skill has been considered top-notch in the martial arts world. However, since it is the lightness skill of the martial arts champion, it must have its mysteries, which will naturally benefit Zhao Wumian's martial arts.

He raised his hand to take it, but only rolled his eyes before looking at Shen Xiangge, "Are you teaching the Saint Qinggong?"

Luo Chaoyan answered for Shen Xiangge, "Emperor Taizu was a martial arts master, but he was exhausted and died at the age of thirty-five. If I don't strengthen my body, I will definitely die before you, Lord Marquis."

If an ordinary minister heard this, he would be frightened to death on the spot, but Zhao Wumian just tilted his head and asked: "Why don't you look for me?"

"My Lord Marquis is so busy." Luo Chaoyan glanced at Zhao Wumian. It seemed that she was still upset. She didn't know whether it was because Zhao Wumian didn't care about her first last night or because Zhao Wumian kissed Shen Xiangge.

Shen Xiangge put away his hands, gathered his sleeves, and smiled at Luo Chaoyan, "My Lord, you are jealous of me and worried that I will compete for your favor."

"You are a woman, why should I be jealous?" Zhao Wumian replied, then came to Luo Chaoyan and said:

"There are martial arts for strengthening the body, and there are martial arts for actual combat. Your Majesty is old, so you should start with Taizu Changquan. It will definitely be right to lay a good foundation."

"I am indeed not as young and energetic as Qingqi." Luo Chaoyan turned around and sat down at the table, picking up a piece of letter paper. "Qingqi can jump into a hole several meters high to watch the stars with the Marquis, but what about me? I still need the Marquis to hold me up when I go up to the roof."

This is saying that Zhao Wumian once said that the happiest moment in his life was when he and Su Qingqi were whispering in the cave.

Zhao Wumian looked at Shen Xiangge silently.

Shen Xiangge gave him a sweet and innocent smile.

"Then I'd better not teach His Majesty Qinggong, so that in the future when His Majesty wants to see the moon, he can only look for me."

Shen Xiangge curled his lips and turned his face away.

Luo Chaoyan knocked on the table and suddenly said, "The spies planted in the streets and alleys just received a letter. The neighbors are saying that since Li Jingnan was captured, Yangshe Congyun has been unable to hold back and intends to send someone to rescue him."

"Who should I send? If he doesn't come to Beijing in person, there's no way he can dig Li Jingnan out of Zhaoyu."

"I don't know, it's just a rumor. If you spend an afternoon in a restaurant or teahouse, you can hear more than a dozen versions of this." Luo Chaoyan shook her head slightly, "But Yangshe Congyun does have this motive. As the deputy chief detective of the Detective Department, Weiming Hou should pay more attention to it."

Luo Chaoyan would only call Zhao Wumian "Marquis" when she was joking or having a quarrel. When talking about business, she would just call him "Marquis Weiming". It was unknown when she would be able to hear the intimate "Wumian" or any other nickname from her mouth.

Zhao Wumian sat down opposite the wooden table and pondered for a while, "It is said that the Goguryeo prince is interested in His Majesty, and now it is said that the sword master tried to save him. Could it be the same person?"

"It's hard to say. The spies are still investigating, but we can't rule out this possibility."

Luo Chaoyan thought for a moment. With her status, it was not her turn to worry about such affairs in the underworld. But someone actually dared to spread the rumor that the Goguryeo prince was interested in her, which made her angry.

She and Zhao Wumian hadn't even started their relationship yet, and this rumor had already appeared. What if it caused Zhao Wumian to feel alienated? Even if it didn't, this matter would only make the two of them uncomfortable.

However, when she saw that Zhao Wumian seemed to be angrier than her, she smiled again in her heart.

Luo Chaoyan gently raised her hand and said, "Let's have dinner."

Ever since Luo Chaoyan saw what kind of person Luo Shuzhi was, she was afraid that she would become like him one day. Therefore, for daily things like eating and bathing, she always wanted to find someone close to her to accompany her... It could be considered an anchor point.

The dinner was very rich, with eight dishes and one soup, which took into account Zhao Wumian's large appetite as a warrior.

While eating, Zhao Wumian was wondering what Su Qingqi would eat tonight. He really should ask her to come to Fu Mo Palace as well, but she had to accompany Madam Su... Madam Su would definitely remain reserved like a subject or subordinate in front of Luo Chaoyan. If he really asked her to come, it would make his mother-in-law uncomfortable.

At the dinner table, Luo Xiangzhu poked Zhao Wumian's arm with his finger, took out a small notebook from his arms, turned a page, and gestured to Zhao Wumian to read it. It said, "Master has a poison attack tonight. Go back to the Sword Sect branch to see?"

Judging from the handwriting, it was obvious that she had written it this afternoon, and she showed it to Zhao Wumian when she had some free time at the dinner table.

Zhao Wumian smiled slightly and ate a mouthful of rice. "I remember the date. You don't need to write it down. Just point in the direction of the Sword Sect branch and I'll know what you mean. You don't even need to use sign language."

Luo Xiangzhu put away the notebook, nodded obediently, and then ate slowly.

Every girl Zhao Wumian knew ate very elegantly, with natural nobility in every move. Even watching them eat was a pleasure.

"When Master Mu Jian was suffering from an attack of the cold poison, the Marquis would hug her...but what interesting things happened in her boudoir?" Shen Xiangge took a bite of the crispy fish meat and asked Zhao Wumian.

"If I did something immoral to Master, not to mention Master, even Senior Sister would come over and beat me up. How could she stay with me and have a meal quietly?"

Luo Xiangzhu held the small bowl with both hands and blew air into it. There was three-fresh soup in it. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and then nodded his head seriously.

"Even I can see that your master always feels indebted to you and is always thinking about you. As long as you sincerely apologize and kneel for three days and three nights afterwards, even if you really did something to her, she will probably only be angry at Xian Yuchen who poisoned her."

Shen Xiangge picked up a grape from the silver plate, peeled it slowly, and said casually.

Luo Xiangzhu took a sip of the soup with her pink lips, was stunned for a moment after hearing the words, and after thinking for a while, she nodded her head seriously.

"There is also fried pork with peppers here." Luo Chaoyan pointed to a dish in the middle of the table.

Zhao Wumian stood up and wanted to transfer some food from the plate to the bowl. Lian Xue, the maid standing next to him, immediately stepped forward to help him.

Zhao Wumian thanked him and looked at Shen Xiangge, "Why did I have to do that to Master? It's fine that there are rumors in the martial arts world that I'm a pervert, but do you think so too?"

Shen Xiangge pursed her moist and lovely pink lips, and everything was beyond words.

Zhao Wumian sat down and ate silently. He wanted to say, "I only have lustful thoughts about you and Miss Su." But firstly, Luo Chaoyan was still here, so it was inappropriate to say that. Secondly, he actually had lustful thoughts about Luo Chaoyan as well, so he could only shut up.

Shen Xiangge stuffed the grapes into her lips, propped up her face with her hands, and glanced at Zhao Wumian with her fox-like eyes. "Marquis Weiming is not satisfied even though he already has Miss Su. He must have lustful thoughts about other pretty women."

"You know what I'm thinking?"

Shen Xiangge looked away, picked up another grape, peeled it slowly, stared at it, opened her pink lips and said, "I know you have lustful thoughts about me. If it was any other man, I would chop him up, but since it's you, I'm happy to do it."

Zhao Wumian's heartbeat suddenly quickened a bit, but the other people at the table didn't show any strange look on their faces.

"The Prime Minister's Daughter Who Whispers Sweet Talks to Me from Time to Time Through Telepathy"

Shen Xiangge paused, and then continued in a trance: "After all, you are the queen's ally and a close minister to the emperor. I can't chop you off even if I want to."

Luo Chaoyan stared at Zhao Wumian, "Why don't you continue eating? Did Miss Shen come up with what she said?"

She is not the daughter of the Prime Minister, but a demon girl. "I am devoted to Miss Su."

Luo Chaoyan retracted her gaze, expressionless, "Next time I see the monk from Xiaoxitian, I will tell her the truth."

Shen Xiangge's hands peeled the grapes more and more quickly, until the Queen Mother looked at her with a somewhat reprimanding tone.

"Young ladies always talk about these words like fragrant, beautiful and sexy. How can this be acceptable? If you continue to do this, I will punish you by not allowing you to eat the meal I cook tomorrow."

"Aunt is going to cook tomorrow? I want to eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall..." Shen Xiangge's eyes lit up.

"Don't change the topic."

"……Oh."

This time it was Zhao Wumian's turn to laugh.

Luo Xiangzhu held a small bowl and looked from Zhao Wumian, Luo Chaoyan and Shen Xiangge with her beautiful eyes.

After dinner, Zhao Wumian left the palace with Luo Xiangzhu. They met detectives from the Detective Department on the street. He ordered them to keep a close eye on Li Jingnan and report any irregularities directly to the palace.

The constable touched his head and said, "When Li Jingnan was chatting with Gu Wenhe, he mentioned that he knew the former sword master. I wonder if it counts."

This was quite an interesting incident, and the detectives from the Detective Department basically knew everything about it from the jailer.

"tell me the story."

The constable repeated everything in detail, and Zhao Wumian listened carefully. Luo Xiangzhu followed beside him, not knowing what the point was, but she was well-behaved and did not disturb him. She stood aside obediently, her eyes looking at the surrounding streets.

Now it was night, and the lights in the capital were just coming on. However, there was no curfew in the capital, and there was still a lot of traffic, including many blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners. They spoke a language that Luo Xiangzhu could not understand, or the extremely poor Central Plains Mandarin.

Some of them walked past her, and even though they were several meters away, she could faintly smell an inexplicable odor of sweat.

She frowned, leaned closer to Zhao Wumian, and her expression immediately relaxed.

Zhao Wumian's scent was still the best, very familiar and warm. I heard that some women liked these foreigners, and when they saw them, they would cling to them like dogs seeing bones, and would not even bother with the three gold betrothal gifts for being virtuous and kind. It was really hard to understand, since they obviously had such a strong body odor...

"Are you afraid of them?" Zhao Wumian's voice came from my ear at this time.

Luo Xiangzhu looked over and saw that the detective from the Detective Department had already left, and Zhao Wumian lowered his eyes to look at her.

As soon as she was alone with Zhao Wumian, Luo Xiangzhu thought of the night when the Sword Sect branched out. Her face subconsciously blushed, and then she shook her head slightly. There was no need to talk too much about this foreigner.

She was about to go to the Sword Sect branch when Zhao Wumian stopped her and said, "Wait a minute. I calculated the time. At this time, the poison hasn't yet taken effect on Master... So before we go to the branch, how about you accompany me to go somewhere first?"

Luo Xiangzhu tilted her little face and looked at Zhao Wumian curiously.

Bailu Street, because the ancient Banyan River runs through this street, has pleasant scenery, developed water transport, and prosperous commerce. It is one of the most prosperous streets in the capital. Even when the imperial court beheaded people for public display, the heads are usually inserted in Bailu Square, because this place has the largest flow of people.

Behind the White Deer Square are neatly arranged villas, which is a residential area. However, most of the people who can live here are martial arts masters, Cao Gang leaders and other martial artists.

It is not easy for outsiders to survive in the capital. Except for some individuals with outstanding abilities, most of the others can only stick together for warmth. Over time, they gradually form district forces and become a part of the mixed crowd in the capital.

Master Qin San was a native of Shu and had lived here when he was young. Now he had retired and returned to his hometown to become the father-in-law of a martial arts master. This house was idle anyway, so he gave it to his apprentice Master Du San.

In a villa, Mr. Du San was sitting on the armchair in the lobby, holding a teacup with a frown on his face.

In front of him, there were two people sitting. One of them was wearing martial arts uniform, with a restrained aura and long breaths. He was his confidant, Zhuo Qihang, the owner of Bailu Martial Arts School.

To be able to open a martial arts school in the capital, strength, financial resources and connections are indispensable. Zhuo Qihang is just a wandering knight who has nothing but strength. He was lucky to meet a noble man like Mr. Du Sanye when he came to the capital to find a job.

Diagonally opposite Mr. Du San, sat a middle-aged man in a black robe. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary man, but Mr. Du San was considered a top figure in the capital's underworld, and the man who could sit here was obviously no ordinary person.

In fact, he is the 'Mr.' of Wuchang City.

The gentleman was not stupid either. Just a few days after he left the capital, news came from Changshan that Zhao Wumian had killed Xian Yuchen. He immediately realized that he had made a mistake and hurriedly rode towards Changshan. On the way, he heard that Zhao Wumian had captured Turga alive and defeated a Rong warrior.

This was a good opportunity. After this battle, Zhao Wumian would definitely be injured. As a result, when he rushed to Changshan, Zhao Wumian had already left.

He suddenly remembered that even if Zhao Wumian wanted to recover from his injuries, it was impossible for him to do so in Changshan. There was the Qingying Jade Clothes in the palace. Wouldn't it be faster to recover by using that thing than by taking medicine?

Zhao Wumian left Changshan and went into the underworld. No one knew which official route he took, but as long as he didn't reveal any signs, it would be impossible to find him in such a vast underworld. So the gentleman could only return to Beijing for the time being.

He and Zhao Wumian entered the capital one after another... He had just returned to Beijing and came to find Mr. Du Sanye, the middleman, to explain the situation.

The restaurant in Bailu Square was just a temporary meeting place for Chen Shuhan and the white-robed scholar. Even Mr. Du didn't know where those two people were on weekdays, so the gentleman naturally had to come to him.

"Those two are idiots too. They actually really believed that Zhao Wumian went to Yanyun to find trouble with the Goguryeo prince, causing me to make a wasted trip." The gentleman took a sip from the teacup, a little speechless. This incident could be considered a stain on his career.

"Now that he has returned to the capital, if you want to kill him again, you have to see what the two martial arts masters in the capital think of you."

Mr. Du San was also a little speechless. This matter was so ridiculous that it would be ridiculous to tell others about it. He said:

"Zhao Wumian captured a man alive and defeated a martial arts champion in Changshan. Although I don't know the specific details, it is obvious that he should be treated as a martial arts champion. Before you come back, I have sent a letter to ask your city lord to come."

The gentleman frowned, "Do you think I can't kill him in the capital?"

"If I fail, I will alert the enemy. I cannot afford this risk. You know, Zhao Wumian is a favorite of the emperor. If he is assassinated, all the people in the capital will have to keep their tails between their legs until the culprit is caught."

The relationship between Mr. Du and Mr. Du was just one of employment, and he had no grudge against Zhao Wumian. Since the employer had asked for a replacement, he should not have bothered himself according to the rules of the underworld. However, he still said:

"With Zhao Wumian's current reputation in the martial arts world, there is no problem for him to take over the title of Sword Champion and become the Tenth Champion. However, reputation is reputation, and strength is strength. No matter how evil he is, he can't go from being a Grandmaster to a peerless master who captured a celestial being and defeated the Martial Champion in just two months. There must be something fishy going on."

"What do you mean?"

"The court has a secret third martial arts champion."

"Do you still want to take this business?"

"According to the rules of Wuchang City, all the property of the assassinated target belongs to the assassin, and he only needs to pay 30% commission to the organization..." The gentleman paused, and then said: "If you have the Naraku Red Silk in your hand, how can the title of the best assassin in the world belong to the city lord?"

After Song Yun disappeared, there were many different opinions about who was the number one assassin in the martial arts world. However, as the leader of the assassin organization, the Lord of Wuchang City was secretly recommended by most people in the martial arts world to be the number one assassin.

Sir is a subordinate of the Lord of Wuchang City, but he is also an assassin. As long as he is an assassin, it is impossible for him not to yearn for that title.

Mr. Du San took a sip of tea indifferently. These people in the martial arts world are really a bunch of fools... The so-called No. 1 assassin in the martial arts world is just an empty title. Why bother about it so much?
But some people value women, some value chivalry, and some value money... Everyone has their own pursuits, and it is normal that others cannot understand them.

Mr. Du San thought about it for a while. In fact, he was very curious in his heart how Zhao Wumian could capture Tianren alive and repel Wu Kui. Does he really have the strength of Wu Kui?
In fact, he was also frightened in his heart, wondering if it was a bit presumptuous of him to intervene in this matter.

But Dong Yan gave too much... Every organization has a branch that makes money. As a princeling, Dong Yan has become rich enough to rival a country over the years, but he is definitely rich enough.

Mr. Du has been in the capital for so long, just to climb up step by step. What kind of middleman is this? Is it awesome?

But if an ordinary person can kill a hero like Zhao Wumian who is second to none, then he is a real big shot.

Master Du has always lived in the shadow of his master, and has been mocked by countless people behind his back as a mediocre "king who only maintains the status quo"... He has long wanted to prove himself.

Dongyan gave him money and he had his own ideals, so naturally he wanted to do something big.

As for who to kill, Mr. Du San didn't care. Even if it was any other martial arts champion, he would still be tempted.

Therefore, the assassination of Zhao Wumian still needs to be carefully considered and planned. He continued to shake his head.

"This is for your own good. Don't go and die. Zhao Wumian is in the palace now anyway. You can't kill him even if you want to. You can only wait for the opportunity. But in a few days, your city lord will come. By then, you can still help him and have a sip of soup..."

This statement is obviously a bit insulting, but a hot-blooded man of the world cannot become an assassin like you.

He frowned slightly, thinking to himself that this was true. Unless Zhao Wumian showed up in the Fan family villa right now and let him kill him, he could only wait for the opportunity silently.

In order to kill the emperor, Song Yun scouted the capital for several months, let alone him?
The gentleman silently put down the teacup, waved his sleeves, stood up and left.

It was not until the master left that Zhuo Qihang, the master of the White Deer Martial Arts School, looked at Master Du San and sighed, "How dare you mess with Marquis Wei Ming... If we are not careful, the whole family will be executed."

"You've been in the capital's underworld for your whole life, and you're just the owner of a martial arts school. Have you ever thought about making a career for yourself?" Mr. Du San asked in return.

"I'm no longer passionate. When I was young, I was full of passion in Miaojiang. I thought I was..." Zhuo Qihang paused for a moment and shook his head. "This is too big. I advise you to stop."

Mr. Du shook his head slightly, and then he heard the gentleman's voice suddenly coming from outside the door, "Who!?"

Mr. Du Sanye and Zhuo Qihang were slightly stunned, and hurried out, only to see two people standing in the yard.

Both men were wearing straw hats and raincoats. One of the taller knights was leaning against a big locust tree in the yard with his arms folded across his chest. The moonlight filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting spots of cool light on his body.

Another shorter knight stood obediently beside him. His straw raincoat was too big and his body shape could not be seen.

The slightly taller voice of the Jianghu guest was half-smiling, "Just now I heard that someone here wants to kill the rumored Wei Ming Hou?"

(End of this chapter)