Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 232 May we live long and share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart ( rewards plus more)

Winter, the thirty-fourth year of Hongtian.

There was still one year left before Emperor Taizu Gao passed away.

There was still one year left before the Jingnan Campaign that swept the world.

Jiangnan, Lin'an.

The winter in Lin'an is not as long as the snowy season in the north. It only snows near the end of the year. The snow is not very heavy, but fine and broken. It falls on the ground and cannot even accumulate as snow. It quickly melts into snow water, making the color of the floor tiles a little darker.

"Huashan Sword, just one word, dangerous!"

"What does the word 'danger' mean? To put the enemy in danger... this move can be done quickly, cunningly, chaotically, or forcefully. Why does my Huashan sword method mention the word 'danger'?"

"In order to achieve the goal, one is willing to risk one's life and take an unconventional approach with the sword. This is the Huashan Sword!"

On Antai Street on the west side of Lin'an, there is a martial arts school called Huashan. The instructor of the martial arts school holds a fine steel sword, stands on the martial arts field, and explains the Huashan sword moves to the disciples with his hands behind his back.

Most of the disciples in the field are young children.

Not far from the martial arts arena, there was a pond. Beside the pond, in a pavilion, a little kid who looked only four or five years old was hiding there, acting furtively.

The little kid propped up his chin and glanced at the martial arts arena in the martial arts hall. Then he seemed to lose interest. He took out a small notebook from his arms, and then took out a sharpened charcoal pencil and wrote on it.

[Sister Jiu'er, the most beautiful and charming girl in the world, I have been in Lin'an for half a month. This place used to be the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty. Do you know the Southern Song Dynasty? I don't know. I will tell you about it when I return.]

【But let’s talk about Lin’an first. 】

[This place has a stale, sour, and scholarly feel to it, but the sourest thing is the West Lake vinegar fish.]

[I have heard of your name for a long time, so when I came here, I went to try it. ]

【A pile of dog shit.】

[I am now lying on the roof of the Huashan Martial Arts School, intending to learn the Huashan sword, but this martial artist talked about the sword theory for a long time and did not teach me the sword moves. And the sword theory he said was unconventional and risky. ]

[Boring, risky moves, risky moves, obviously used to catch the opponent by surprise, in a duel between masters, it can only be used once and the opponent will be prepared. Directly regarding "risk" as a sword principle, isn't it a loss of the greater for the less? ]

[Interestingly, Huashan is in Qin, but this martial arts school is called Huashan Martial Arts School. Isn't this obviously an attempt to take advantage of the popularity of Huashan Sect?]

[I didn't know about the existence of Huashan Sect before. It was Xiao Yuanmu who told me about it. How can this martial arts school dare to call itself Huashan Martial Arts School if it doesn't even have Dugu Nine Swords? I hope Sister Jiu'er can take me to Huashan Sect next year. Maybe that sect really has Dugu Nine Swords?]

[Lin'an has beautiful scenery, pleasant air, green mountains and clear waters. I went to the West Lake, but I didn't even see a white snake, let alone Bai Suzhen.]

[I originally wanted to catch a white snake, hoping that she would cultivate into a human and become my wife, but my plan was aborted.]

[Things in Lin'an are very expensive. It is indeed the biggest money-spending den in Jiangnan. When you left, you didn't leave me any money. I asked Xiao Yuanmu for some, but she either asked me to call her something nice or to serve her food and water.]

[I left immediately, but Lin'an didn't accept child laborers, so I went back and called Xiao Yuanmu sister.]

【This impersonal city! 】

[She is only ten years old this year. I call you sister and her sister. I suspect she wants to take advantage of you by taking this opportunity.]

[When you come back, remember to spank her butt with a willow stick. I'll find you a thicker one.]

The charcoal pencil slid across the small notebook until a shadow appeared on the notebook.

The boy looked up silently. A sparse curtain of snow was falling from the sky. A little girl who looked about ten years old was standing in front of the boy with her ordinary chest in her arms, expressionless.

She has black hair that falls to her waist, lovely almond eyes, small lips like flower petals, and is wearing a small snow-white fox fur coat and a white lining. Her pretty face is so adorable that people can't help but want to hold her in their arms, but her elegant and beautiful temperament makes people hesitate.

Although she is still young, she will surely be an unparalleled beauty in the future. Even if the White Snake cultivates into a human, no, even if Bai Suzhen comes in person, she will never be as charming as this woman ten years later.

The boy silently closed the small notebook in his hand, stood up, patted the snowflakes on his body, and smiled at the little girl, "How did you know I was here?"

Xiao Yuanmu did not answer, but took the small notebook from the boy's hand and said two words lightly, "Write a letter?"

"Just some family gossip." The boy forced a smile.

Xiao Yuanmu flipped open the little notebook, and the boy immediately shouted towards the martial arts arena, "Someone is stealing my skills!"

Stealing skills is a big taboo in the underworld. According to the rules of the underworld, the person who steals skills can be killed on the spot.

The boy's voice echoed throughout the martial arts arena. The martial arts instructors and the surrounding martial artists heard the shouting and looked over with fierce eyes. They found that it was two little kids and were stunned for a moment.

But when you are in the underworld, you can't underestimate anyone. Even a little kid has the ability to kill. The instructor and a group of martial artists came quickly, clenched their fists, and prepared to ask some questions.

Plop, plop————

After a while, the instructors and martial artists were thrown into the pool like balls.

Xiao Yuanmu looked at the boy coldly.

The boy sat upright and smiled, "Sister Xiao, with your strength, I suspect that even without using the Dugu Nine Swords, you can still beat Ren Woxing..."

Plop————

Xiao Yuanmu turned around and kicked the boy into the pool. The fox fur coat on his back swayed gently in the wind, bringing with it snowflakes and a faint fragrance.

Gurgle gurgle————

Bubbles appeared in the pool, and the boy was about to dive away, but was pulled out of the pool by Xiao Yuanmu, who then walked on the water and left in a leisurely manner.

Water was dripping from the boy's body. After returning to the house where he and Xiao Yuanmu lived, he added a sentence in the small notebook.

[The Huashan Sect that doesn't know Dugu Jiujian, NPC! ]

Xiao Yuanmu hugged his chest, stood behind the door, leaned against the door wall, looked at the snowflakes in the sky, bored, and urged:
"Change your clothes, why are you taking so long? Can't you hurry up? If you keep taking so long, when night falls, the mountain roads will be difficult and you get taken away by wolves, I won't save you."

"I've walked that mountain road three times. Now I can walk up it with my eyes closed." A boy's voice came from inside the house.

"Liar, you always lie to me." Xiao Yuanmu snorted coldly, "Master is busy this year and is not in Lin'an, so it will be just the two of us having the New Year's Eve dinner."

"Are you disappointed?"

"Am I familiar with you?"

"Although we only see each other a few times a year, she always brings me to Jiangnan to see you at the end of the year. Why do you think that is?"

crunch--

The boy pushed the door open and looked at Xiao Yuanmu.

Xiao Yuanmu tilted his head to look at him, "Hmm?"

The boy walked past her and turned to walk forward. "In her heart, we are a family, and we have to eat the New Year's Eve dinner together." Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips, "She doesn't have the final say. Only my approval of you counts."

The boy looked back at her and asked curiously, "Are you and I familiar with each other? Why do I need your approval?"

"..."

Xiao Yuanmu had no expression on his face and said calmly, "Go and sweep the graves."

The boy said no more. He picked up a kettle and a towel from the yard, and left the house with Xiao Yuanmu, heading for a green hill outside Lin'an City.

There are large areas of ginkgo trees planted on the mountain. At this moment, all the leaves have fallen, leaving only a light layer of snow on the branches.

In the mountains and forests, there stands a tombstone. This is the tomb of the Crown Princess of Chen State.

But neither the boy nor Xiao Yuanmu had ever seen the Crown Princess of Chen.

Xiao Yuanmu took out a handkerchief from his arms, poured some water from the kettle he brought with him to wet the handkerchief, and then carefully cleaned the tombstone.

Looking at Xiao Yuanmu's back, the boy was silent for a while and said:
"I heard her mention that the Crown Princess hasn't seen her husband for more than 20 years since she separated from him, but she has been a widow for his whole life. And what about the two of us? We have never even seen the Crown Princess, but we visit her grave every year and come here to see her whenever we have time."

"It seems that the one who needs the tomb is not the Crown Princess, but us."

Having said that, the boy knew that the woman lying in the tomb was Jiuer's mother, and that he was raised by Jiuer.

No matter what, she is related to the Crown Princess. According to seniority, he should call her 'Grandma'.

After all, although he called Jiuer "sister", in fact, Jiuer was shouldering the responsibilities of "mother".

And what about Xiao Yuanmu? She was raised by Jiu'er's younger sister, so she should call the Crown Princess "Grandma".

Xiao Yuanmu cried for some reason. She was cleaning the tombstone while crying.

The boy looked at Xiao Yuanmu with a bit of sadness in his heart. He couldn't help but think, if one day, he died, would Xiao Yuanmu also cry while cleaning his tombstone?

he does not know.

After cleaning the tombstone, I returned to Lin'an carrying the empty kettle. It was already night.

Tonight is the end of the year, and the streets are filled with colorful lights, lion dances, fireworks, and hawkers who keep hawking their wares.

But the excitement belonged to them, not to the boy and Xiao Yuanmu.

In previous years, the two of them were taken to visit the graves by Jiuer. But this year, not only was Jiuer not there, but they even had the New Year's Eve dinner alone.

Passing by a butcher's house, they saw a dog tied at the door looking at them.

The boy pointed at it and said, "When we came back from the mountains, we smelled like wild animals. Every year, this big yellow dog would glare at us. But it is an old dog now, and I don't know how many years it can live. In the future, when we come back from tomb sweeping, no dog will glare at us anymore."

Xiao Yuanmu was in a low mood and didn't want to talk.

The two went to the street to buy vegetables and prepared to return home to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.

In the kitchen, the boy heard music and opera sounds coming from outside the door. He went out to take a look, then came back and said to Xiao Yuanmu, "There's an opera outside, let's go and take a look?"

"Are you still interested in acting?"

"I'm not interested, but I'm free anyway."

"The meal isn't ready yet, so I won't go."

The boy knew that Xiao Yuanmu liked watching and singing operas, but now he didn’t even watch operas anymore, which was really sad.

"Then I'll go and see it, and tell you about it when I come back?"

"Whatever, just don't die outside."

While Xiao Yuanmu was cooking, she turned her head and glanced through the wall. She could see the boy lying on the wall of the house, and his voice came through the window into the kitchen.

He imitated the tune of the opera troupe outside and sang: "Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless. There should be no hatred, why does the moon always appear full when we are parting? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, this has always been the case.

Nung, moon and new moon. "

The singing was really awful, but Xiao Yuanmu had never heard of this lyric. She looked at the boy and asked, "You always call yourself 'Zhao Wumian Zhao Wumian'. Did you get the name from this lyric?"

"Whatever you think."

"Did you make up this phrase?"

"No, it was sung outside."

"really?"

"Why don't you just come and listen?"

Xiao Yuanmu put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and lay on the wall with Zhao Wumian, looking outside the house.

"You lied to me again!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The Lantern Festival of the first year of Guichan was the day when Huanzhen Pavilion was preparing to rescue Song Yun in the capital.

A woman carrying a kettle came to the green hills outside Lin'an City alone, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, poured water from the kettle, soaked the handkerchief, and carefully cleaned the tombstone.

He whispered, "I was delayed this year by something, so I didn't come until the end of the year..."

As he spoke, Xiao Yuanmu glanced to his side again, his eyes a little hazy.

“This year, I’m the only one coming.”

After cleaning the tombstone, Xiao Yuanmu carried the empty kettle, went down the mountain alone, and strolled around Lin'an City on the Lantern Festival night.

The big yellow dog died a long time ago.

No one joined her in leaning on the wall to watch the show.

When she left Lin'an, she stepped onto a carriage, lifted the curtain, walked into the carriage, propped up her side face, and said lightly:

"Let's go."

The carriage swayed and moved northward.

(End of this chapter)