Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 243 Warrior Under the Moon

The sky was cloudless, the bright moon shone on the waves, and the faint moonlight sprinkled down, blending with the bright lights on the boat.

You could hear a pin drop on the deck, and the faces of the civil and military officials were uglier than each other, especially Prime Minister Shen Yiwen and the Queen Mother... After all, Shen Cekai was their nephew.

Shen Cekai was slightly stunned and wiped his neck. There was blood on his palm and his eyes were filled with horror.

His strength was also among the top of the Yuan Kui, and he was also a Grandmaster. Back then, Zhao Wumian chased Ye Wancang, who was also a Grandmaster, for many streets, but what about now? This person named Miao Yixi could take his life just by strolling in the garden?

Are you kidding me? He couldn't even survive one move? Could it be that this Miao Yixi was already a master at building the bridge between heaven and earth?

Most of the people present did not think as much as Shen Cekai. As the saying goes, experts see the details, while laymen see the excitement. In their opinion, the so-called leader of Dali could not even withstand a single move from the Goguryeo warrior.

After all, the champion was chosen in a real fight in the capital, so his reputation was not low. How could he lose so miserably? Was it Shen Ce who was the first to be crowned as a champion, or were all the champions in Dali like this?

The foreign envoys looked at each other, and dared not make loud noises due to the occasion, but they could not avoid whispering to each other, and from time to time they glanced in the direction of the civil and military officials and Luo Chaoyan. No one knew what they were talking about, but from their expressions, it was clear that Dali had lost face in their eyes.

Prime Minister Shen Yiwen pretended to be calm and took a sip of the teacup with an expressionless face. In his expectation, he would fight the Goguryeo warriors to a draw and then be defeated. This way, he could show the style of Dali without letting Goguryeo lose too badly... But now he was defeated in one move, and the loser was his son. Even an old fox like him couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face.

If the prime minister is like this, Luo Chaoyan, the emperor of Dali, is even worse. No matter how embarrassed the people below are, it is her face that is lost in the end.

Luo Chaoyan sat behind the plan, her brows furrowed, feeling a little uneasy. She thought that no matter how weak Shen Cekai was, he shouldn't be defeated in one move, right?

Where can she put her face?

After the small case, Tian Wenjing and Pei Yuzhong originally wanted to go up to the arena to help their good brother Zhao Wumian to get rid of the Goguryeo villains, but seeing that Shen Ce was defeated so badly, it seemed that there was no other way for them to go up except to continue to embarrass the emperor, so they could only sit upright with a stern face.

The same was true for the disciples of other martial arts sects. With just this one move, they could see the difference in strength between themselves and Lan... Whoever went up would bring shame to the sect.

As a result, everyone's attention was focused on Zhao Wumian, who was directly provoked by Lan.

No matter how badly Shen Ce was defeated, he was just a 'gate god'... The real target was Zhao Wumian, and Miao Yixi had challenged Zhao Wumian in the first place, so as long as Zhao Wumian didn't lose, Dali could still save face.

Zhao Wumian placed his hand on the hilt of the sword behind his waist and looked at Lan for a few times. He began to wonder if this guy was someone else pretending to be him. After all, according to his observation, Miao Yixi should not have such strength... Of course, it is also possible that Miao Yixi was hiding his abilities that night.

After all, Zhao Wumian had only met Miao Yixi once at that time and was not very familiar with him.

Lan flicked his hand to wipe away the blood, then ignored Shen Cekai, walked to the weapon rack, raised his hand and pulled out a nine-foot-long spear, then turned his head and glanced at Zhao Wumian with a calm look.

Shen Cekai stood in the middle of the field, looking a little at a loss.

The queen mother looked frosty and said calmly, "Go back. According to the rules of the martial arts world, the gate god has passed, and the next one to take the stage is Wei Minghou."

"Winning and losing are common in the military. We lost tonight, so we just need to practice harder in the future..." Although Luo Chaoyan was very unhappy in his heart, he still maintained the demeanor of an emperor. He nodded slightly and reminded in a calm tone: "Weiming Hou, the deck is not like a fighting arena. Remember to use less force, so as not to damage the boat and cause the guests to fall into the water."

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly, walked down the steps, patted him on the shoulder, then walked past Shen Cekai and walked towards Lan.

Apart from these two sentences, the imperial court had nothing else to say. Lan had already stepped on their faces and rubbed them hard, so there was nothing much to say... Let's see who's the real deal.

The court officials were also filled with anger at this moment. Who the hell are you, Goguryeo? You don't follow any rules and you don't have any dignity?
Normally, some court officials who looked down on Zhao Wumian and believed that he was a male beauty who brought disaster upon himself, the Taixuan traitors, had already thrown away their prejudices, sat upright, and stared at Zhao Wumian.

Whether Zhao Wumian is the regent or a rebel in Taixuan Palace, at this moment he represents the reputation of Dali.

Following Zhao Wumian's actions, the foreign envoys all shut up and stopped whispering... After they came to the capital, they had heard of Zhao Wumian's name countless times, and their hearts were full of curiosity about the legendary Weiming Hou.

Only Gao Hongxi looked hopeless, cursing Miao Yixi in his heart, "Why didn't you just follow the rules and fight honestly? Why did you have to go on stage to provoke Dali? Now looking at the atmosphere on the scene, he even doubted whether he could leave the capital alive."

How can a country not give face to the other country like this? Especially since Dali was the father of Goguryeo.

The magnificent ship could accommodate thousands of people, but at this moment you could hear a pin drop. Apart from the sound of Zhao Wumian's boots stepping on the carpet on the deck, there seemed to be no other sound.

The moon was bright in the sky and the lake was quiet, but at this moment an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded.

"This young Taoist priest? Didn't you just say that you also wanted to be the door god of Weiminghou? Now you don't plan to compete with the Goguryeo warrior?"

The voice was curious and innocent, not loud, but it was too quiet at the moment, so everyone in the field, including Zhao Wumian and Lan, looked over.

The speaker was a little girl with a delicate face... Children speak without restraint, and not many people present cared. At most, they would say in their hearts that her elders did not discipline her well. However, the two Taoist priests, one old and one young, sitting next to her instantly changed their expressions.

Seeing the Taoist robes on the two men, the faces of the spectators and civil and military officials also became interesting.

The state religion Wugongshan is currently quite sensitive both in the martial arts world and in the imperial court. After all, it has chosen the wrong side. Therefore, Wugongshan and the imperial court are still in the "tug of war" stage, and the punishment for Wugongshan has not yet been finalized.

But no matter what, Wugong Mountain's heritage and pride as one of the three major sects are still there. Seeing thousands of people looking in this direction is tantamount to putting Wugong Mountain on fire, and if you are not careful, it will lead to a disaster.

Go ahead and fight...Who the hell do you think you are? You want to interfere in this battle just because of what you said just now? You take yourself too seriously.

Let’s not go up and fight... The cowardly lizard will make the sect lose face.

The young Taoist priest Xuanliu was silent for less than a second before he stood up. He was not narrow-minded enough to blame the girl next to him for being too talkative, so he bowed and said.

"In Jianghu, a word is as good as a nail. I did say that just now. As a warrior from the Central Plains, I will not be afraid to fight and remain silent just because my opponent is strong."

Xuan Liu's reaction was not slow. He took a deep breath, raised the long sword at his waist, walked out from behind the small table, bowed in the direction of Luo Chaoyan and said:

"Recently, our sect has offended His Majesty because of the national foundation. Xuanliu would like to apologize to His Majesty first... However, tonight, Wugong Mountain is still the national religion of Dali. I implore Your Majesty to give Xuanliu a chance to make friends through martial arts and see the demeanor of Goguryeo warriors. This will also be worthy of the name of Wugong Mountain as the national religion."

Xuan Liu's words were impartial and dignified.

Xiao Yuanmu sat behind the desk, propping her chin with one hand, gently waving a round fan. On the one hand, she said that to vent Zhao Wumian's anger, because this little Taoist seemed to have a grudge against Zhao Wumian. On the other hand, she just wanted to make Dali look bad again. However, this little Taoist was also quick to react...

While he was thinking, he saw Zhao Wumian looking towards him. Xiao Yuanmu had a blank expression on his face, waving a thin fan and looking at him.

Zhao Wumian thought to himself that she actually came... Who is she?

Xuan Liu thought that Zhao Wumian was complaining about the little girl beside him for being too talkative and disturbing his exchange with Lan. As a knight, he still had a chivalrous heart, so he stepped aside a few steps, stood between Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu, and signaled Zhao Wumian not to bother with the little girl.

Zhao Wumian, Xiao Yuanmu: ...

Luo Chaoyan glanced at Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu, her brows slightly furrowed. As a woman's intuition, she felt something was wrong. However, this was not the time to think about matters between men and women. Xuan Liu was right. He had the bearing of a true disciple of Wugong Mountain. If she disagreed, it would seem that she cared too much about the previous national foundation matter.

Therefore, Luo Chaoyan nodded slightly and just uttered a word lightly.

"allow."

The foreign envoys were completely unaware of this, and had no idea of ​​the love-hate relationship between Wugong Mountain and the imperial court. They only felt that the current situation was... Why was there always someone guarding the front every time Zhao Wumian was ready to fight? Was Zhao Wumian a silver-plated spearhead, so the Emperor of Dali hired someone to use a round-robin battle to consume the physical strength of the Goguryeo warriors?

Lan curled his lips, not caring about these details at all. Seeing the emperor nod, he smiled arrogantly and hooked his fingers at Zhao Wumian and Xuan Liu, "Whether it's Yuankui, Wugongshan, or Weiminghou, there's no need to fight me one by one... Let's get down to business together."

The faces of the civil and military officials looked even uglier. Gao Hongxi had collapsed to the ground, almost fainting.

The Queen Mother and Luo Chaoyan's chests both rose and fell slightly, and their expressions were colder than the other.

Xuan Liu was furious, but he still had the pride of a warrior. He drew his sword with a loud bang, but with a loud snap, Lan disappeared from everyone's sight. Two small holes were left on the carpet where Lan had been.

wipe----

Before seeing Lan's figure, he saw the nine-foot spear piercing the air, like an arrow shot from a siege crossbow, and turned into a long and narrow black shadow that suddenly pierced towards Xuan Liu.

clang--

With Xuan Liu's martial arts skills, he couldn't see the spear clearly at all. His hair stood on end and he could only instinctively raise his sword to block it. But the moment the sword touched the spear, sparks flew and Xuan Liu felt pain in his palm. The sword in his hand flew backwards in an instant. He took two steps back, his knees hitting the edge of the table, but the spear continued to pierce his lower abdomen, and with a "puff", it pierced through his body.

Behind Xuan Liu was Xiao Yuanmu. From Xiao Yuanmu's perspective, the blood-stained spear suddenly stabbed out from Xuan Liu's back, then stabbed towards her pretty face, and then the tip of the spear suddenly stopped less than five inches away from her. Blood dripped from the tip of the spear and fell on the plate on the small table.

Xiao Yuanmu's expression did not change, she did not even lean back, she sat there motionless, seemingly frightened, but in fact she was not afraid at all. She looked up and saw Zhao Wumian standing beside her small desk, raising his hand to clamp the gun barrel. He stopped the gun with such force and power that Xuan Liu could not even block it with one hand.

"It's normal for martial artists to use heavy blows when sparring, but don't implicate others." Zhao Wumian glanced at Lan.

Xiao Yuanmu looked up at Zhao Wumian's back, her face still expressionless. No one knew what she was thinking. She just silently raised her fan to cover the lower half of her face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. She stared at Zhao Wumian with unknown emotions.

Lan didn't say much after hearing this. He just smiled at Zhao Wumian, let go of the spear, walked to the weapon rack at a moderate pace, took out another spear, weighed the weight, turned his back to Zhao Wumian, and asked calmly, "I heard that Wei Ming Hou is a person who is one with nature... Do you feel like you have a bridge connecting heaven and earth now?"

Zhao Wumian also loosened his grip on the gun and walked forward. Xuan Liu coughed up blood and the accompanying imperial physician hurried over to carry him away.

"Even without the bridge between heaven and earth, it is enough to defeat you."

"Really?" Lan turned his head to look at Zhao Wumian, "I heard that Marquis Weiming has only been in the state of celestial being for a month... but I have been stuck in the state of celestial being for ten years. I only need an opportunity to bridge the heaven and earth... Now, I think the opportunity is the Marquis." Upon hearing this, all the people in the martial arts world stood up instantly, their eyes were extremely surprised.

"He, he is the unity of heaven and man!?"

"Goguryeo still has such a genius?"

"I'm not sure. After all, we don't often deal with Goguryeo."

"No wonder he dared to directly challenge Wei Ming Hou..."

Although there seem to be many people who have achieved the unity of man and nature, there are actually only a few of them in the world, and most of them have been encountered by Zhao Wumian.

The court all looked unhappy. No one would brag in such an occasion... Was that guy really in harmony with nature? If so, even Wei Minghou might not be able to win.

Luo Chaoyan and the Queen Mother's faces both turned gloomy.

Gao Hongxi's eyes were full of disbelief. How come he didn't know that Miao Yixi was a celestial being?
Zhao Wumian's expression did not change when he heard this. He just raised his hand to hold the handle of his sword, took a few steps towards Luo Chaoyan, and then stood at the bottom of the stairs, facing Lan. "So what if it's an opportunity? Could it be that if you break through in the battle and build a bridge between heaven and earth, you will become my opponent?"

Behind the veil, Luo Chaoyan and the Queen Mother also looked at Zhao Wumian's back. The Queen Mother leaned forward and whispered to cheer Zhao Wumian up, "The strong wind reveals the strong grass. My Lord, encourage yourself."

Luo Chaoyan also nodded slightly, "Don't feel pressured."

"Whether it is true or not, you won't know until you fight."

Lan smiled slightly, clenched the gun barrel with both hands, and danced with the gun. The tip of the gun reflected the moonlight, like waves of water flowing around Lan. Finally, it stopped suddenly. The gun barrel trembled and a crisp sound burst out, like thunder. The dust in the air was like water particles that were shaken apart in the moonlight and floated in the air.

The thunderous sound of the gun flowers flying almost spread throughout the ship, and the whole place suddenly fell silent, without any sound at all.

The bright moon was like a hook, hanging in the sky. There were no long clouds at night. From the perspective of the guests on both sides, the bright moon stood upright between Zhao Wumian and Lan, like a chasm.

Xiao Yuanmu still used the round fan to cover the lower half of his face, looking at Zhao Wumian, wondering what he was thinking.

"Hmph." Lan snorted lightly, and swung his spear violently to the left and right, making two "bang bang" sounds of air explosions. Then he stomped his boots on the ground and suddenly passed over the crescent-shaped bright moon. His body turned around on the way, and the tip of the spear circled around his body several times, drawing arcs like water around Lan. The spear shaft was like a long whip, stretched to the extreme by this force, and smashed towards Zhao Wumian with the force to split Mount Hua!

Lan's speed was much faster than before, so fast that even Zhao Wumian was a little dizzy. He couldn't help but think of the faceless man in green who sneaked into Qingfeng Pavilion last night. Except for a few people present, no one could even see Lan's movements clearly. By the time they reacted, the spear was almost in front of Zhao Wumian's face.

The faces of the civil and military officials froze for a moment, but then they were overjoyed.

Choke————

The sound of swords being drawn suddenly resounded throughout the ship. Zhao Wumian held the sword in his backhand and twisted his waist to the side. The sword light flashed from Zhao Wumian's waist from top to bottom and hit the spear diagonally.

clang--

Sparks flew, weapons collided with loud bangs, and energetic energy dissipated. The deep red carpet embroidered with dragon patterns under the feet of the two men instantly exploded in all directions with a "rip" sound. As the strong wind raged, spider-web-like cracks even appeared on the deck under the carpet.

The guests around were horrified. It was just a competition, so there was no need to make such a big noise, right? No wonder the emperor had said before that he wanted Wei Ming Hou to hold back.

Lan was a little surprised. With the martial arts of the two, it was obviously impossible for Zhao Wumian to have a "numerical advantage". Therefore, the advantage of the weapon would be infinitely magnified. How could an ordinary sword catch it so easily when the spear was smashed down?
Zhao Wumian's strength is obviously stronger than Lan's, which is naturally due to his innate all-poison body and the purple-clothed girl's credit.

The horizontal sword was swung up and hit the spear. Before Lan could stop and change his moves, the horizontal sword pushed the spear to the side, and the blade slid to the top of the spear shaft, and then suddenly pressed down. Zhao Wumian had just rotated his waist and abdomen to the side, and at this moment he took advantage of the situation to twist his body on the spot, suddenly raised and pressed his boots, and stepped on the spear shaft. The tip of the spear was instantly pressed into the deck, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Zhao Wumian suddenly exerted force on the foot that was stepping on the gun barrel, and his whole body bounced up from the spot like a spring. He suddenly raised his other leg, and a fierce yet smooth knee strike hit Lan's chest like striking a bell.

bang————

The force contained in this knee strike instantly ripped Lan's coat on his chest, but his body swayed slightly, and Zhao Wumian felt that there was no point of force at all. It was obviously a soft force martial arts... Which school of martial arts is this? It doesn't look like the Tai Chi of Wugong Mountain.

Lan's body was like willow catkins in the air. He used his chest to block Zhao Wumian's knee strike. Then his eyes became defiant, and he changed from gentle to hard, like flowing water. He leaned his shoulders back, and then rushed forward heavily, hitting Zhao Wumian's knee with an extremely ferocious iron mountain lean.

The distance was too close, even Zhao Wumian couldn't dodge and could only take it.

Luo Chaoyan on the stage couldn't help but choke and stood up, her face looking extremely bad. She couldn't help but worry in her heart whether Zhao Wumian's leg would be broken directly... wouldn't it be a fracture?

She had a vague idea of ​​writing a letter to King Yan and asking him to send troops to pacify Goguryeo.

But because of the angle, Lan could only hit Zhao Wumian's legs, and his knees were affected by this force. Zhao Wumian did not lie at all. Instead, he used this force to make his body like a windmill, and his upper and lower body turned upside down immediately, with his legs up and his head down. He raised his hands and clenched them, and hit Lan's shoulder heavily with a cannon fist.

Bang!
The wind from the fist was so fierce that one of Lan's shoulders instantly dropped several inches. However, Zhao Wumian knew that this guy's martial arts was not afraid of "blunt attacks" such as fists and feet, so he just used it to gain leverage and his whole body flew several inches into the air.

The distance was too close just now, and I couldn't draw my sword at all.

Zhao Wumian held the sword tightly in his other hand and slashed it horizontally. The sword light was like a silver moon appearing on a ship.

Xiao Yuanmu's expressionless face finally showed some changes, her beautiful eyes shone brightly, this sword technique... is her Wan Yue Xian.

Zhao Wumian really still remembered her. Although he had forgotten who she was, he still remembered her martial arts...

Lan's face changed slightly, but he had excellent lightness skills and knew Zhao Wumian's intention when he punched him. He used the force of the punch to press down and slid to the side like a loach. The sword only cut through a few strands of his hair.

Zhao Wumian narrowed his eyes. This lightness skill seemed to be somewhat similar to that of the number one assassin 'Mr.' from Wuchang City.

After Lan dodged the knife, he suddenly turned around, leaped into the air, held the gun in one hand, and thrust it forward, exchanging length for strength, in order to strive to hit the target first.

The spear emitted a cold light in the moonlight and stabbed heavily into Zhao Wumian's heart.

Xu Ran and Xiao Yuanmu in the audience both looked gloomy. Others couldn't see clearly, but they saw it clearly. Did this guy want to kill Zhao Wumian?
Lan's martial arts skills were so good that his sword missed and Zhao Wumian didn't have time to change his moves before the tip of his spear was less than three inches away from his heart.

Everyone in the crowd held their breath.

Zhao Wumian reacted quickly. He raised his hand and clamped the gun pole. The tip of the gun penetrated his chest skin less than an inch before it stopped suddenly.

"drink!"

Lan roared with a defiant look on his face, and rushed forward with both hands gripping the gun barrel, while Zhao Wumian's hand holding the gun barrel did not even shake, but after all, he was in the air and had no leverage, so he was pushed backwards while still in the air, and instantly crossed a distance of several feet and hit the mast in the center of the deck.

bang————

Luo Chaoyan's face became even paler. From her perspective, it seemed as if Zhao Wumian was nailed to the mast, but in fact, that was not the case at all. Zhao Wumian was leaning against the mast, and the spear did not move forward at all.

His blood was boiling, and he wished there were more strong men like Lan to fight with him.

"It's my turn!"

choke----

Another long and narrow knife light suddenly appeared.

Lan's scalp went numb and he leaned down again, narrowly avoiding the knife. He was sweating coldly. If it weren't for his extraordinary lightness skills, Zhao Wumian would have chopped off his head twice.

The blade flashed like a silver moon as it suddenly slid across the mast. Then, a clean crack instantly appeared on the mast that required three people to hold together to surround.

Everyone present stood up suddenly with a look of surprise, only to see that the light of the bright moon in the sky was actually passing through the gap that had just been made in the center of the thick mast, and then the gap became larger and larger, and the moonlight became more and more.

Click, click——————

The thick mast fell down, wood chips flew everywhere. Zhao Wumian raised his foot and kicked Lan in the chest. Lan flew backwards due to the force.

Zhao Wumian leaned his back against the mast and stomped his feet hard to gain leverage. The mast where his feet landed suddenly broke and broke into three pieces in the air.

Zhao Wumian was faster than Lan, and his figure was like a black shadow, piercing through the moonlight in the sky.

Lan saw the knife coming, but he was kicked away by Zhao Wumian. No matter how high his martial arts skills were, it was impossible for him to fly in the air. He had no place to get leverage, so he could only try his best to twist his body and avoid the vital points.

Under the moonlight, the clear tip of the knife pierced into Lan's lower abdomen.

puff-

Blood splattered under the moon.

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