Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 229 Man!
Earlier, Zhao Wumian asked the captain of the Detective Department to get two straw raincoats and hats, and also asked him to get a wanted warrant, and then took Luo Xiangzhu through the bustling Bailu Square to the residential area of ​​Bailu Street.

After nightfall, lanterns were hung in every household on the street. The reddish light was reflected on the puddles on the floor tiles, creating clusters of red dots on the tiles.

The streets were sparsely populated, mostly guards patrolling back and forth with swords at their waists.

A pair of long boots stepped through the puddles, creating light ripples.

Luo Xiangzhu held the hat to her chest with both hands, and looked at the puddles on the floor tiles with a serious look. She freed one hand to hold up the hem of her raincoat, walked a few more steps to bypass the puddles, and then trotted behind Zhao Wumian, slowing down her pace a little.

She pulled Zhao Wumian's sleeve, her eyes revealing a bit of worry and confusion.

Why are you coming here?
Zhao Wumian was wearing a bamboo hat. He tilted his head to see her. He raised his hand to take the bamboo hat out of her arms, and then covered her head with it. He said, "Master, the poison usually takes effect at midnight. There is still an hour and a half left. Don't worry. I know what's going on."

"Woo..." With the hat covering her head, Luo Xiangzhu let out a subconscious whimper from her lips. Her vision suddenly became narrower and she could only see Zhao Wumian's chest.

She stretched her hands out from her straw raincoat, pulled the brim of her hat, and raised it a little seriously. Then she tilted her little face up to look at Zhao Wumian, raised her little hands, clasped them together, and gently bent her index finger downwards, making a 'doubtful' gesture.

Luo Xiangzhu's little face looked up at him from under her bamboo hat, as lively and innocent as a little deer in the woods.

"The Sword Master has a motive to come to the capital to rescue Li Jingnan. Therefore, since Li Jingnan was imprisoned, the people from the Detective Department have been investigating people in the capital who are related to the Sword Master... The Sword Master's power is in Shu. There are probably many people in the capital who have grudges with him, but there is only one relative, Mr. Du San."

Zhao Wumian had already used the sword skills here, sensing his surroundings, looking forward, sizing up the people around him, and lowering his voice, he continued:

"I heard from the detective that Master Du is a low-key person and has never directly confirmed his relationship with Dao Kui. But why should Master Qin's inheritance be given to him and not to others? Rumors are spreading in the capital that he gave his sister to Master Qin, and that they later had a daughter who became Dao Kui's wife...

This relationship is not ordinary, so if Dao Kui sent people to the capital to rescue people, he would definitely use Master Du's connections. "

Luo Xiangzhu tilted her head and thought about it. She didn't know much about these underworld affairs, nor was she very perceptive. She clenched her fists together and bent her waist slightly, as if she was handcuffed, meaning, "Then he caught me?"

This action was a little cute and pure, with a sense of forbidden SM. Zhao Wumian couldn't help but look at her more.
"If they really want to catch him, the detectives from the Detective Department can do it themselves. There's no need for me to come in person."

Luo Xiangzhu tilted his head again.

Zhao Wumian pointed at a foreigner passing by on the street and asked, "What would you do if this guy wanted to bully you?"

Luo Xiangzhu blinked her eyes, then clenched her fists, made a fighting gesture, punched twice into the air, and then raised her head.

Beat him.

"What if I can't beat him?" Zhao Wumian didn't even realize that his tone had become somewhat funny.

Luo Xiangzhu grabbed the corner of Zhao Wumian's clothes.

You go beat him up.

Zhao Wumian nodded, "If I beat him with my official identity, he will definitely know that he is being targeted by the court, and then he will definitely try every means to prevent Dao Kui's men from coming. But if I beat him with another identity, such as an ordinary Jianghu, then he will go to Dao Kui to ask for revenge."

"I don't know where Dao Kui's people are at the moment, but as long as we send someone to keep an eye on Mr. Du San, we can always get in touch with Dao Kui's people."

Luo Xiangzhu pondered for a while, his eyes suddenly realized, and then he hesitated for a moment, then pointed at Zhao Wumian, then pointed in the direction of Shu, and finally clenched his fists, stretched out his thumbs and gently touched... Zhao Wumian, Shu, friend.

What he meant was, what if Dao Kui didn't want to come to the capital to save people? Then wouldn't we be bad guys if we did that?

"I want to use Mr. Du San as a channel to monitor the people sent to the capital by Dao Kui. I don't want to arrest them directly, but just in case." Zhao Wumian paused, and then said:

"My actions are indeed unethical, but since I am in this position and have become the Marquis of Weiming, I have to take responsibility for your sister and the people under me. It is always better to crush the spark of Dao Kui's trouble directly than to wait for him to take action before I can remedy the situation."

"Luo Shuzhi was right at the beginning. Once I sit in this position, there are some things I can do or not do that are beyond my control."

Luo Xiangzhu knew that Zhao Wumian was a chivalrous man. Although this was a precautionary measure, Mr. Du San was obviously innocent, so Zhao Wumian said that his behavior was unethical.

The positions are different, that's it. Luo Xiangzhu wanted to comfort Zhao Wumian, so she clasped her fingers together and then lightly touched Zhao Wumian's chest, meaning "I admire you".

At least Zhao Wumian said frankly that he was being immoral, instead of being a hypocrite and making a bunch of excuses for himself, such as "Master Du San and Dao Kui are relatives, so he has already been sentenced to death", right?
However, this sign language was created by her herself. Zhao Wumian has not learned it yet and cannot understand it, but he knows that Luo Xiangzhu is probably comforting him.

But there was no consolation there. Zhao Wumian was not a sentimental person. He shook his head slightly.
"This is just one reason... Senior Song was blamed for someone else's crime, and it was probably related to Third Master Qin. I came here to interrogate Senior Song and see what this Du knows..."

While talking, Zhao Wumian stopped and looked at the villa in front of him. According to the information from the Detective Department, Mr. Du's home was here. He did not break in directly, but took Luo Xiangzhu and quietly went around the wall from the front door to the backyard.

First use the sword technique to sense and test the reality. Zhao Wumian's current perception range is within three meters. One meter and three meters, this distance is actually not bad, but it is obviously far behind Wu Kui. So he can only slowly go around it.

In the backyard, across several walls, Zhao Wumian could faintly hear some conversations, but he couldn't make them out clearly. He didn't know if it was Mr. Du Sanye, so he asked Luo Xiangzhu to wait here, while he used the tortoise breathing technique to quietly cross the wall, and when he heard the sound, he leaned against the wall of the lobby and listened.

Luo Xiangzhu stood outside the wall, her hands clenched tightly under her straw raincoat, looking around at the dim streets, feeling a little uneasy. But after a while, Zhao Wumian flew out, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhao Wumian's voice was full of surprise. "What a pleasant surprise! I thought that Mr. Du had nothing to do with this matter. I never thought that two people had placed an order to kill me together with him. They were the ones who spread the news about the Goguryeo prince."

Luo Xiangzhu was stunned for a moment, then she was delighted, and then she cutely made a handcuffed gesture, meaning "then arrest him?"

"It's useless to arrest him. What's more important is to catch the two people who placed the order behind him."

Luo Xiangzhu nodded and pointed to the spot.

I'll stay here, you go do your work.

Who would have thought that Zhao Wumian would hug Luo Xiangzhu by the waist and fly up, "No matter where you are on this street, it's not as safe as being with me."

Luo Xiangzhu's face turned red subconsciously. As soon as she got close to Zhao Wumian, the scene of that night in Changshan emerged in her mind, but before she could clear her mind, the scene had already fallen to the ground.

The moonlight pierced through the clouds, splashed down, and fell into the courtyard, like water waves.

The courtyard was as clear as a pool of water, with algae and water chestnuts crisscrossing in the water... There was a large locust tree next to it, as well as her and Zhao Wumian's shadows.

Inside the villa, the gentleman was wearing a black robe and looking at Zhao Wumian with a slightly cold look in his eyes.

Mr. Du Sanye and Zhuo Qihang had just come out of the lobby, a few steps behind the gentleman, with gloomy faces.

The words "You want to kill Wei Ming Hou" instantly froze the atmosphere.

Assassinating the current marquis, who is also a favorite of the emperor... If this news gets out, not only will Mr. Du San be killed, but even the sword master far away in Jin will have to be suppressed by the King of Shu.

Do you really think Luo Chaoyan would agree to "the affairs of the underworld are left to the underworld"? She is already the emperor, so who dares to touch Zhao Wumian again?
The gentleman frowned slightly, his hands hung at his sides, and two daggers slowly slipped out from his sleeves and were held.

Wuchang City is an assassination organization that does things for money. They have killed people from the imperial court before, so relatively speaking, they are not very afraid of the court's anger.

But once this matter was exposed, Zhao Wumian knew that someone was trying to assassinate him in Wuchang City, so he took precautions. The difficulty of the mission naturally increased exponentially.

The gentleman looked at Zhao Wumian and Luo Xiangzhu. He could tell that Zhao Wumian was an expert, but he didn't know exactly how strong he was... But he couldn't tell anything about the shorter guy.

He thought that someone who sneaked into someone else's house and brought a burden who didn't know martial arts with him was just asking for trouble. So that person was probably the real master.

Mr. Du's eyes were extremely cold. He couldn't understand why someone would sneak into his house and hear such incredible things... But things had come to this point. No matter who the newcomers were, they must not be allowed to leave alive.

Mr. Du Sanye immediately gave Zhuo Qihang a look.

Zhuo Qihang took a deep breath. He didn't want to provoke Zhao Wumian from the beginning, let alone get involved in this mess. However, Master Du San had been kind to him, so he naturally couldn't stay out of it.

So he quietly gathered his sleeves, slowly moved to the opposite side of Zhao Wumian, and formed a pincer attack with the master. He whispered to Zhao Wumian,
"Two against two is not against the moral code of the martial arts world."

Zhao Wumian crossed his arms and glanced at Zhuo Qihang. Since he had already entered the yard, it was impossible not to fight. He was not polite at the moment.

"I am enough to deal with you all by myself. She doesn't need to do anything."

Zhao Wumian's words further confirmed the gentleman's guess. His mind immediately tensed up and he paid close attention to Luo Xiangzhu's every move.

Facing such arrogant words, Zhuo Qihang was not angry. He took out two spiked brass knuckles from his arms and put them on. "Really? I'm sorry, you can't leave this door today."

This guy is quite a stickler for underworld rules.

Zhao Wumian didn't even draw his weapon, but smiled faintly.

With the horizontal sword, everyone would know that it was Wei Ming Hou who came... It just so happened that he had learned a boxing technique from the White Wolf's energy, so he took this to try it out.

Zhuo Qihang was clearly wearing brass knuckles on both hands, and his fists looked very powerful, but his fists spun half a circle in the air with a gentle charm, like a breeze, and then his movements paused slightly, and the breeze stopped abruptly.

"drink!"

The roar was like the morning bell and evening drum. Zhuo Qihang did not move at all, but stomped his boots on the floor tiles, and rushed forward like a crossbow. Before the enemy came into contact, the wind of his fists had already spread all around. The tall locust tree in the yard swayed violently with the strong wind, and countless fallen leaves floated down.

Luo Xiangzhu himself is not very skilled in martial arts, but seeing how powerful this punch was, he couldn't hide his worry. He thought to himself that there are many masters among the people, and many great men are hiding in seclusion in the city. Will Zhao Wumian hit a wall?
There was a hint of approval in Mr. Du's eyes. Zhuo Qihang's talent was beyond doubt. He could open a martial arts school in a place like Bailu Street where every inch of land was worth a lot of money. His strength must be good. It was impossible for him to compare with Wei Ming Hou, the most powerful figure in the capital, but he was definitely a good player.

Zhuo Qihang learned the family's secret Xingyiquan. The so-called Xingyi, tiger, snake and crane are well known in the martial arts world, but this boxing came from a strange poisonous insect in Miaojiang, the Silver Scorpion, so it is closer to the "Mantis Boxing" in nature.

But mantises are common, but silver scorpions are extremely rare. When these warriors from the Central Plains see them for the first time, they usually suffer a loss... after all, they are not familiar with them.

Over the years, Master Du Sanye has seen Zhuo Qihang gain the upper hand with one move countless times, but he did not expect that the arrogant straw raincoat man would see the punch, just raise his hand and reach out, then grab Zhuo Qihang's wrist first. The energy in his fist only made his straw raincoat move back a little, and he could not even make him take a step back.

A trace of confusion and solemnity emerged in the depths of Zhuo Qihang's eyes, but his movements did not slow down at all. Seeing that his fist was captured, he exerted force with his feet, trying to use Zhao Wumian's palm as a fulcrum, and flipped forward in the air. His long boots swung like a scorpion's tail, causing a sharp scream in the air, and swept from the side.

At the same time, the gentleman made a move instantly, stepped hard, and his figure turned into a shadow, crossing the yard like a hunting goose in the forest. In the blink of an eye, he appeared less than three feet behind Zhao Wumian. Suddenly, nearly ten daggers flew out from the yard, coming from different directions, but at almost the same speed and distance.

The target was Luo Xiangzhu who was standing obediently behind Zhao Wumian.

He guessed in his heart that Luo Xiangzhu was an expert, so naturally he should strike first.

But Luo Xiangzhu is not like that. She has tried really hard to learn martial arts, but her skills are just not good and she hasn’t even mastered the internal skills yet.

So when she saw so many daggers flying towards her, the pretty face of the little mute under her bamboo hat turned pale instantly.

But the gentleman didn't know that after he shot out the dagger, he stepped over the wall and shot towards Zhao Wumian. The two daggers in his sleeves were like poisonous snakes spitting out their cores, flashing a faint cold light under the moonlight.

Although Luo Xiangzhu is worth guarding against, Zhuo Qihang has now created an opportunity for him to fight, so sir should naturally take advantage of it. If he can get rid of Zhao Wumian first, it will be easier to besiege Luo Xiangzhu afterwards.

A trace of contempt immediately emerged in Mr. Du's eyes. Although this man looked strong and powerful, Zhuo Qihang was in front to attract attention, and there was a professional assassin like Mr. Du in the back. What else was there to worry about?
You should know that you are a man who once assassinated the Sword Master and escaped unscathed. As long as they are not masters at the Martial Master level, can't you just kill them at will?

There are only two martial arts champions in the capital, and at most there is a secret third champion under Zhao Wumian. How could such a big shot come to his house at night?
Mr. Du Sanye's idea was actually correct, but he himself was not very skilled in martial arts, did not understand Wu Kui's strength, and did not understand the strength of the unity of man and nature. He would only calculate the victory or defeat based on the data on paper.

Zhuo Qihang's whip kick, nearly ten daggers, and the master's assassination came almost at the same time. Logically speaking, even if he couldn't kill the straw raincoat man in one fell swoop, he should have been in a panic, or the "master" next to him should have taken action.

But none of them were. In the following scene, whether it was Mr. Du Sanye or Zhuo Qihang, even the gentleman who had focused most of his attention on Luo Xiangzhu, immediately showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Zhuo Qihang's whip kick was less than three inches away from Zhao Wumian's side, but Zhao Wumian still arrived first, grabbed his forearm and pulled it forward with force, while his other hand suddenly raised up.

"drink--"

An extremely powerful elbow instantly landed on Zhuo Qihang's lower abdomen.

boom----

Zhuo Qihang's body in the air instantly bent like a shrimp. After being hit hard, his whip kick broke without any attack. His tall body that had just jumped up was nailed backwards in the blink of an eye.

The fallen leaves of the locust tree that were shaken down by his fists were originally floating in the wind, but now, with his elbow, they were pulled by the strong wind and suddenly flew towards the direction where Zhuo Qihang was flying backwards like a swarm of locusts. In the moonlight on the tiles of the courtyard, countless black shadows swept past like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

Zhao Wumian immediately grabbed the raincoat on his body with one hand, and grabbed Luo Xiangzhu's small hand with the other hand and pulled hard.

Luo Xiangzhu was forced to fall directly into Zhao Wumian's arms. Her nose was instantly filled with Zhao Wumian's warm and pleasant scent. Then she saw Zhao Wumian twist his body, and the straw raincoat on his body became like a pool of black curtain that submerged all the daggers that were shot at him.

The black curtain shook violently like the tide again, and the daggers continued to move forward, turning their muzzles and shooting towards the gentleman who was flying towards them.

All this happened so fast that Mr. Du San didn't even see how Zhuo Qihang flew out before the dagger had already turned and shot towards him.

With his sharp eyesight, the gentleman could see it clearly, but he was also suddenly shocked. He didn't know where the elbow came from, but judging from the soft strength of the man in straw raincoat, it must be the Tai Chi of Wugong Mountain.

Damn, is this the master from Wugong Mountain! ?
Luo Xiangzhu threw herself into Zhao Wumian's arms for less than a second, and the warmth was gone in a flash. But after Zhao Wumian swept away the dagger with his straw raincoat, he slightly bent his legs, and the falling leaves in the sky seemed to freeze for a moment, and then he suddenly exerted force.

call out--

Luo Xiangzhu could only see that the raincoat was still in place, but because the straps were tied to Zhao Wumian, the raincoat was suddenly pulled to the side the next moment. The strong wind drove the fallen leaves in the air. The locust leaves outlined the traces of the wind in the moonlight, and followed the raincoat to slide towards Zhao Wumian.

The master is an assassin, and his best skill is Xiaogong. Speed ​​is what he is most proud of... otherwise he would not have been able to escape unscathed after assassinating the Sword Master.

Therefore, although he lost sight of Zhao Wumian for a moment, his movements did not slow down at all. He raised his hand to block several daggers shot at him, and then leaned back sharply.

But the next moment, Zhao Wumian threw a punch across his chest, just a hair's breadth away from piercing his chest. The wind from his punch was like a cannonball, smashing into the wall behind the gentleman, and the wall instantly cracked.

There was a hint of surprise in Zhao Wumian's eyes. This guy was not slow. Although if he used his sword, this guy would most likely not be able to dodge it, but being able to dodge his punch was already considered good.

It seems that there is still a lot of room for improvement in my boxing skills.

The gentleman did not expect that Zhao Wumian had the leisure to practice his martial arts during the fight. Sweat was pouring down his face, and listening to the groaning of the wall behind him, he knew that if he was hit by this punch, he would have no chance of survival.

But as an assassin, what kind of dangers have you not encountered?
The gentleman leaned back to avoid the punch, then his body suddenly twisted in the air like a spinning top. Relying solely on the strength of his waist and abdomen, he gripped the dagger in reverse and stabbed it fiercely at Zhao Wumian's temple.

The speed was extremely fast and the distance was close. Even if Wu Kui came, he would have to take a blow. After all, he was in the air at the moment and had no leverage. He could only twist his body slightly.

But what the gentleman did not expect was that Zhao Wumian's boots actually stepped lightly on the fallen leaves in the air. This was a light Kung Fu posture that was originally used by martial artists to pick up girls and look cool, but Zhao Wumian actually used it in actual combat.

But I have to say that this trick is not only handsome, but also practical. Luo Xiangzhu, who was standing under the big locust tree, raised her little face and was a little stunned.

She seldom saw Zhao Wumian fighting with others, but now she saw that Zhao Wumian fought so gracefully and beautifully... Luo Chaoyan had thought the same when she robbed the horse in Taiyuan. It can only be said that the two women are worthy of being sisters.

Using the leaves as leverage, Zhao Wumian flew several inches into the air. The dagger was originally meant to stab his temple, but now it could only cut off a small section of his hat.

When the master's attack missed, it was Zhao Wumian's turn to exert his strength. To prevent the master from escaping, at the moment when the dagger brushed against the hat, the hand that had not yet thrown a punch climbed up the master's forearm like a snake.

The hand that was swinging the fist immediately changed its move, bending its forearm slightly and smashing downwards, delivering another elbow to the center of the opponent.

曼！
The gentleman tried to break free, but he felt that the hand holding his arm was as strong as a mountain.

He once tried to assassinate Jian Kui, but it took him three months to find an opportunity... At that time, Jian Kui, Zhao Wumian's uncle, and the leader of the Sword Sect had something wrong when practicing internal skills and almost went astray, so he was able to achieve such a record.

But after all, he is just an assassin who is proficient in the art of assassination, not a real martial arts champion, or a warrior who has achieved the unity of man and nature. Therefore, the gap between his numerical strength and Zhao Wumian is actually too big.

boom!
The gentleman was hit in the chest by Zhao Wumian's elbow, and his whole body fell heavily on the floor tiles like a bolt of lightning from the night sky.

But the gentleman seemed to be wearing soft armor inside, and Zhao Wumian suddenly felt that his elbow felt wrong. However, armor is afraid of blunt objects, no matter how strong the soft armor is, after Zhao Wumian's elbow hit him, he didn't know how many of the gentleman's ribs were broken, and he even spat out a mouthful of blood in the air. He felt as if his heart was pushed out of his throat by this elbow.

The gentleman realized his misjudgment after just a few moves. He thought Luo Xiangzhu was the real master, but he never imagined that Zhao Wumian was the real master. He also didn't know whether Zhao Wumian's level was as strong as Wu Kui's. Anyway, it seemed that he was not as swift as Jian Kui's angry sword.

But it didn't matter... he couldn't beat them.

If we scout the area and look for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack, sir, we can surely kill him, but it would be better to avoid a head-on fight.

Sensei is different from Song Yun.

Song Yun relied on his brute strength to become the number one assassin in the world.

But sir does not have that kind of strength, he only has assassination skills, the art of concealment, and the art of light work.

A hexagon, a dart.

Thinking of this, the gentleman immediately decided to retreat. As soon as his back touched the floor tiles, cracks appeared on them and his whole body bounced up. However, he reacted very quickly. He grabbed and pushed the ground with both hands, and then he slid out of the courtyard like a loach. In the blink of an eye, he smashed the wall with his shoulder and escaped from the courtyard.

But Zhao Wumian would never let him get away. There seemed to be white mist rising from under the straw raincoat.

This guy is indeed fast, so Zhao Wumian used the "Heavenly Demon Blood Solution" without hesitation in exchange for extremely high burst.

boom!
Zhao Wumian fell to the ground, and in less than a moment, a hole appeared on the floor tiles under his feet, and he disappeared instantly. The next moment, a terrified scream was heard from outside the courtyard. Luo Xiangzhu saw Zhao Wumian flying into the courtyard carrying the man who was unknown whether he was still alive.

It sounds long, but from the moment Zhuo Qihang took the initiative to punch to the moment Zhao Wumian dealt with the gentleman, it was only a matter of a few breaths.

With Mr. Du San's martial arts skills, he didn't even have the chance to escape from the villa in this short period of time.

Looking back, Zhuo Qihang had crashed into the wall and fell into the lobby. He was surrounded by broken bricks and debris and was spitting blood from time to time. Although he was still alive, he had obviously lost his fighting ability.

The gap in combat power is so huge that it is despairing.

So Mr. Du San knelt down with a plop in front of Zhao Wumian who flew into the yard.

"Young man, what do you want? Let's discuss it."

(End of this chapter)