Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 249 Cang Yue (Beginning)

As the night deepened, after Lan was captured alive, the chaos in the ship had subsided, but it was obviously impossible to continue... There was actually nothing to do afterwards. According to the old etiquette, after the martial arts competition, all parties exchanged a few polite words and then started playing music and dancing. Those who wanted to sing would sing, those who wanted to perform shadow puppetry would perform, and after a few more shows it would be time to end.

After that, the envoys from various states might stay in the capital for a few more days to look forward to future friendly cooperation with the court, and the annual banquet of all nations would be over in this way.

However, although Lan had caused such a trouble, the envoys from various states were extremely excited. A duel between martial arts masters of the top level was extremely rare. Many martial artists had some vague understanding, and after the ship docked, they hurried away to go into seclusion. From time to time, someone would look up at the half-broken mast in the middle of the ship, fascinated.

Young, with superb martial arts, handsome appearance, and the highest position in the court, the Weiming Marquis has almost reached the end of his career. If he moves up, there is only one title like "Duke of Anguo" that he can be awarded.

But he still has a long way to go in the martial arts world. Now that he has achieved the unity of man and nature, he has such a charisma. What will happen when he connects the bridge between heaven and earth and reaches the realm of martial arts champion? What kind of deeds will he create in the martial arts world that will be passed down for a long time?

According to current rumors in the martial arts world, this Marquis Weiming has only been to Changshan in Jin and the capital... This piece of land is just a corner of the martial arts world.

The world is vast and far away.

Some people remembered that next month Wei Ming Hou would go to Chengdu in Shu to have a serious fight with the former sword master Yangshe Congyun, and they became excited for a moment. The replacement of the old and the new in the martial arts world is always an eternal topic, so after a short rest for one night, they hurried to Jin.

With Zhao Wumian's current fame, I wonder how many martial artists will rush to Shu to watch this martial arts feast.

The battle between Zhao Wumian and Lan also spread outward at an extremely fast speed.

The bright moon hangs high.

A wanderer dressed in a green shirt, similar to Lan's attire, and wearing a bamboo hat, walked into a villa. Under the bamboo hat, he wore a pure white mask with two small circles and horizontal lines painted in ink on the mask, forming a pair of eyes and a mouth. However, the pattern looked more like a child's doodle, so it looked a bit funny.

Can, Lan brought the last top assassin of Wuchang City to the capital.

From what Lan said, he was going to hunt down Tao, but Tao had already left the capital and gone somewhere unknown. Only one day had passed, and it was impossible for Can to come back... Therefore, it was assumed that Lan was lying and Can had never left the capital at all.

In the lobby, scholars in white robes were pacing back and forth with anxious expressions. Chen Shuhan was sitting on an armchair, holding a cup of tea, but he didn't drink it at all. He just stared at the white mist rising from the teacup in a daze, wondering what he was thinking about.

Seeing Can approaching, the white-robed scholar stepped forward and said in a surprised voice, "The Lord of Wuchang City, the best assassin in the martial arts world, just died like that? Are you kidding me!?"

Can nodded slightly.

Lan is really dead.

"Are you from Wuchang City kidding me? You just went to the ship to die so openly!? Even if you killed Zhao Wumian or Luo Chaoyan before you died, it would count, but you didn't make any progress and you got yourself and the poison into your body... Doesn't your city lord have any backup plan?" The white-robed scholar obviously didn't believe it and said bluntly: "But what did you do in the capital? You didn't do anything, right? In fact, you are Lan's backup plan, right?"

The man in the comical mask stared at the white-robed scholar for a few seconds, then reached into his arms, took out a small wooden board, and wrote something with a charcoal pencil, then raised it to show the white-robed scholar.

"I am leaving."

Only three words.

The white-robed scholar was stunned. "Is this mission just over?!"

Can wrote a few more words with charcoal pencil, "The person who accepted the mission is Lan, not Wuchangcheng."

As he spoke, Can took out a black and white token from his arms, which reminded people of the Black and White Impermanence, and threw it to Chen Shuhan.

Chen Shuhan was still in a daze. With his martial arts skills, he was hit on the forehead by the token and fell to the ground.

He touched his head, came to his senses, put down the teacup, picked up the token, looked at it for a few seconds, and looked at Can in confusion.

Can continued to write with charcoal pencil: "Lan once said that your character is quite suitable for him. If he fails and dies, he will leave you the Impermanence Token. In the future, you can use this token to find Impermanence City to do something."

The Impermanence Token has a similar effect to the Canghua Token, but the Canghua Token is used by Huanzhen Pavilion to improve its reputation in the martial arts world, while the Impermanence Token is a compensation mechanism for the failure of a mission in Wuchang City... If the assassination failed this time, if the assassin is still alive, the Impermanence Token will be sent out, and the next time this token can be used to entrust Wuchang City to do another task.

It could be to continue assassinating the original target, or it could be something else.

Firstly, this measure can ensure that the employer can save the assassin's life as much as possible. Secondly, it can maintain the moral credibility of Wuchang City in the world.

"Sir," it was Dongyan who took the initiative to terminate the contract with him, so he did not meet this condition and naturally did not need to send the token. As for Lan... he is already dead. Logically, the assassin had lost his life for this. Wuchang City had already done its best and there was no need to send the Wuchang Order. Now that it has been sent out, it is obvious that Lan really appreciates Chen Shuhan.

Chen Shuhan knew where the token came from and looked surprised. "He admires me? Why?"

Can did not answer, but just shook his head slightly, raised his hand to press down his hat, and turned and left.

"Wait a minute!" Chen Shuhan stopped Can.

Can turned his head and looked at Chen Shuhan silently.

Chen Shuhan's face changed and he struggled. After a few seconds, his eyes gradually became fierce, with a touch of the ruthlessness and ferocity that is unique to Jianghu people. "I will use this token now. I beg Mr. Can to do one more thing for me."

Can was silent for a few seconds, then turned around, faced Chen Shuhan, and silently extended his hand.

Chen Shuhan strode forward, placed the Impermanence Order on Can's palm and held it tightly. "I have heard of Mr. Can's martial arts skills before. They are almost the same as those of the Lord of Impermanence City. He is proficient in all kinds of martial arts. So, for you, Qinggong is also a unique skill?"

Can nodded slightly.

Chen Shuhan smiled, a carefree smile on his face, and then his voice gradually became lower, "That's good, that's good..."

The scholar in white robe stood in front of the door. He and Chen Shuhan had been friends for many years. When he saw this scene, he immediately understood Chen Shuhan's intention and looked a little surprised.

After Zhao Wumian saw Lan off for the last time, he left the room. He wanted to look for Xiao Yuanmu, but he didn't know where Xiao Yuanmu had gone. Before he had searched for long, the ship docked. He wanted to look for his master again, but Mu Lier didn't see him again. She took Luo Xiangzhu, who had returned at some point, to the Sword Sect branch.

Luo Xiangzhu left a letter for Zhao Wumian, saying that Su Qingqi was taken away by Madam Su to inquire about the situation. The little girl asked Zhao Wumian to meet her in the bamboo forest of Zhuwu Lake tomorrow night, obviously wanting to talk to Zhao Wumian alone.

Logically speaking, they should have a chat tonight, but Zhao Wumian obviously couldn't get away for a while. As soon as he got off the boat, Luo Chaoyan and the Queen Mother pulled him into a luxurious carriage.

Ever since Zhao Wumian said that Mu Lier might have been assassinated and left in a hurry, Luo Chaoyan has been absent-minded. Logically speaking, as the Emperor of Dali, she should have found a way to save the situation after such a thing happened at the Banquet of All Nations, but she just wanted to end this rotten matter as soon as possible, so she said some polite words and let the ship hurriedly dock.

After getting on the carriage, he did not return to the palace, but kept staring outside the carriage. As soon as he saw Zhao Wumian getting off the boat, he pulled him up.

The Queen Mother was naturally staying with Luo Chaoyan. When she saw Zhao Wumian getting into the car, she raised her hand to lift his clothes and asked, "Can you check my injuries?"

Lan is quite powerful. If Zhao Wumian really fights him to the end, he might win, but he will definitely be seriously injured. Now he has only played half the game, but he has both internal and external injuries. Luo Chaoyan and the Queen Mother are naturally worried.

Look, there is a small medicine box in the carriage that Zhao Wumian is very familiar with. Luo Chaoyan carried it with her when she was in Jin.

However, as soon as she lifted the clothes, the Queen Mother's nose moved slightly and she smelled a very familiar woman's scent...the scent of Mur Lier.

The Queen Mother's eyes revealed some suspicion. Before she could explore, Luo Chaoyan came forward and took a look at Zhao Wumian's injuries. She was thinking about Zhao Wumian's injuries so much that she didn't notice the smell on Zhao Wumian's body for a moment.

Seeing that the external injuries had been bandaged, he was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Wumian saw the looks in the two women's eyes, and his heart suddenly bulged. He briefly explained: "There is also an assassin in Wuchang City who specializes in poison. He poisoned Master... Now Master is fine, but he needs to go to Shu to find the Tang family for an antidote as soon as possible. My wound was bandaged by Master."

This is indeed true. It was indeed Mu Lier who bandaged the wound. Even if her disciple bullied her and kissed her all the time, when she had free time, she had to consider her disciple's physical condition.

Luo Chaoyan frowned slightly, and then raised her hand to pull away the clean white cloth that Zhao Wumian had bandaged, causing Zhao Wumian to gasp in pain.

"Your master is from the underworld, and he is not very particular. It is not okay to treat injuries in this way... I will heal you."

As he spoke, Luo Chaoyan raised his hand to feel Zhao Wumian's pulse to confirm the internal injuries, and then he carefully looked at the external injuries on his arm with his chin in his hand. After thinking for a while, he opened the medicine box, took out a few porcelain bottles and began to apply medicine.

Luo Chaoyan's medical authority cannot be challenged, and Zhao Wumian cannot be treated by others casually... at least not while she is still here.

The Queen Mother also knew some medical skills, which she learned when she was bored in the deep palace, but she was definitely not as proficient as Luo Chaoyan, so she lifted the curtain of the carriage and said to the masters of the palace around the carriage: "Go back to the palace."

The carriage immediately moved forward under the protection of a group of masters from the palace. Xu Ran rode a tall horse with guards beside him.

As for Chief Constable Su, he caught the drug suspect and took him to the Detective Division for interrogation overnight.

The Queen Mother lowered the curtains of the carriage. Seeing that although Zhao Wumian had fought with Lan, his life did not seem to be in danger, she turned her attention to other things. She asked with a smile, "What about the distinguished guest that the Marquis invited? Didn't you talk to her alone? Do you want to go to the harem to make room for the Marquis and let the girl come to the palace to serve the Marquis?"

While Luo Chaoyan was bandaging Zhao Wumian, she raised her eyelids and glanced at Zhao Wumian. She asked with a somewhat puzzled tone, "Did you see it?"

"I gave her the badge because I felt that I knew her before... We did meet, but because of Wuchang City, we didn't have a detailed conversation." Zhao Wumian didn't say what he was guessing.

Luo Xiangzhu did not tell Zhao Wumian whether the little girl was Xiao Yuanmu, but Zhao Wumian had a vague guess in his heart that even if she was not Xiao Yuanmu, she must be someone closely related to him.

How many people in the world will cry just because you forgot about her?
But no matter what, he must be from Taixuan Palace.

The identity of Taixuan Palace is too sensitive. It is no exaggeration to say that it has a deadly feud with Luo Chaoyan, the Queen Mother, Luo Xiangzhu and other members of the Dali royal family passed down from their ancestors.

It’s better not to talk nonsense before confirming your identity.

"Really? I think she knew the Marquis before..." Luo Chaoyan also began to call Zhao Wumian 'Marquis', which meant that she must have some emotions in her heart, "The Marquis knows Wan Yuexian, so isn't that girl from Taixuan Palace?"

"……maybe."

"Then what does the Marquis want to do?" Luo Chaoyan carefully applied medicine to Zhao Wumian and bandaged him with a clean white cloth, while asking softly.

"kindness?"

The Queen Mother gave Zhao Wumian a coquettish look, but her tone was unusually serious, "If that woman wants the Marquis to return to Taixuan Palace... What does the Marquis want to choose?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the carriage suddenly became quiet.

No matter what, this is a topic that cannot be avoided. As early as when Zhao Wumian learned how to play the Wan Yue Xian, Luo Chaoyan knew that this day would come sooner or later... And how could anyone learn to play the Wan Yue Xian?

Previously, the people from Taixuan Palace had never had any contact with Zhao Wumian, so they deliberately ignored this issue. But now that the people from Taixuan Palace have come to the door, it would be better to make things clear in advance.

Zhao Wumian was silent for a moment, and then he said: "Although I don't know what connection I had with Taixuan Palace in the past, it is absolutely impossible for me to join Taixuan Palace and return to Li Fuchen now."

The Queen Mother was relentless and kept on pursuing him, "What about when you regain your memory? I know you are not seeking fame or wealth, and you are staying here only because of His Majesty. But if there is someone waiting for you in Taixuan Palace who is no different from His Majesty to you, what will you choose?"

This question hits the nail on the head. The Queen Mother is worthy of being the Queen Mother.

To put it bluntly, it is to let Zhao Wumian make a choice... not between Chen Kingdom and Li Kingdom, but between Xiao Yuanmu and Luo Chaoyan.

This is the crux of the problem. At this moment, Zhao Wumian has not recovered his memory, so of course he can choose Luo Chaoyan without hesitation. But what if he remembers everything? Can he still be so decisive?
Luo Chaoyan tied a cute little bow on the white cloth used to bandage Zhao Wumian, and then without saying a word, she put the medicine bottle back into the small medicine box with a calm expression, but in fact she was waiting for Zhao Wumian's answer.

Before Zhao Wumian could reply, the Queen Mother narrowed her eyes again and whispered, "Zhao Wumian, don't make promises you can't fulfill."

The Queen Mother seldom called Zhao Wumian's name, and now she was obviously very serious.

But Zhao Wumian still had the same answer. He might have a close relationship with Xiao Yuanmu, but did he have no feelings for Luo Chaoyan at all?

If possible, he would naturally want to balance the relationship between the two women, but this was obviously not what Luo Chaoyan wanted to hear at the moment.

Therefore, he shook his head slightly, "Don't care what my identity was before or what I did. This doesn't mean that everything I did in the past two months was just an illusion..."

"Okay." Luo Chaoyan interrupted Zhao Wumian, then smiled softly and patted her thigh gently, "You fought with the assassin and are exhausted both physically and mentally. Why are you talking about these things now... We are still some distance away from the palace, do you want to take a nap, Marquis Weiming?"

Luo Chaoyan was not an extravagant emperor, and the carriage was actually only this big. If he wanted to lie down and sleep comfortably, he could only rest his head on the thigh of one of the two women.

If I don’t sleep with Luo Chaoyan, could I sleep with the Queen Mother?

"Hmph." The empress dowager snorted softly, supported her face with her hand, raised her hand to lift the curtain, looked outside the car, and moved her hips to the corner to make some space.

Zhao Wumian was actually really tired, and with his knees resting on her, let alone refuse, in fact, he and Luo Chaoyan had always been in love but polite, and had never done anything intimate, just warming her little feet or hugging her sideways.

Zhao Wumian then lay on his side, his face pressed against Luo Chaoyan's thigh under the dragon robe. The touch was very good and elastic, and the tip of his nose was filled with Luo Chaoyan's faint fragrance, but he had no lust in his heart. He smiled and asked, "Is this a reward for me?"

Luo Chaoyan smiled, "At the Banquet of All Nations today, the Marquis has brought me great attention. Who doesn't know how elegant the Marquis is today? This is the face of Dali, so it is natural to give the Marquis some rewards." The carriage swayed and drove on the street, making a slight creaking sound. Listening to this sound, there was a lazy and sleep-inducing magic.

Zhao Wumian was actually a little annoyed in his heart. No matter how long he postponed it, he knew that Taixuan Palace and the imperial court, Xiao Yuanmu and Luo Chaoyan, were irreconcilable and they would have to face each other sooner or later. If this matter was not handled properly, it might be enough to make Zhao Wumian regret it for the rest of his life.

But at this moment, the annoyance in my heart has disappeared.

Before he knew it, Zhao Wumian fell asleep.

I didn't have any dreams. I just listened to the subtle sound of the carriage rolling over the floor tiles and fell into a deep sleep. I don't know how long it had been. It seemed like it was raining at night, and there was some rustling sound outside the carriage.

In a trance, Zhao Wumian felt that the touch on his face seemed to have changed.

How to describe it? Luo Chaoyan's thighs are slender and smooth, while this one is plump and fleshy, and it feels like the head can sink into it...

"Zhao Wumian, Zhao Wumian! Someone is blocking the road!"

Someone pushed Zhao Wumian's shoulder.

He woke up immediately and opened his eyes suddenly. What came into his sight was the mature, beautiful and charming face of the Queen Mother.

Queen Mother?

Why am I resting my head on the Queen Mother’s thigh?
In fact, it was not an important reason. It was just because Luo Chaoyan was in poor physical condition. Her legs became numb after Zhao Wumian had rested his head on her pillow for a while, so he took over and came later.

The Queen Mother originally wanted to exchange her with Luo Chaoyan when she was about to enter the palace, but she never expected that someone would be so bold as to block the way of the current emperor.

When Zhao Wumian heard someone blocking the road, his mind instantly became clear. He no longer cared why he was resting his head on the empress dowager. He raised his hand, picked up the sword leaning against the carriage, lifted the curtain, and looked forward.

The imperial guards around the frame were holding swords and ready for battle, but there was a hint of surprise and disbelief in their eyes from time to time.

Xu Ran sat high on his horse and did not dismount. His expression was calm but mixed with a bit of doubt.

It was late at night and the streets and houses on both sides of the frame were mostly dim, with no light or shadow.

In front of the carriage, a wanderer wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, holding a long sword, stood in the rain, about thirty steps away from the carriage.

Raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the wanderer's hat, and then condensed into tiny streams of water and dripped along the edge of the hat.

The Jianghu knight stood in the rain without saying a word, but held his long sword tightly, making it clear that he was here with ill intentions.

But who was he stopping? The emperor!
Not to mention Zhao Wumian and Xu Ran, even those palace masters around the frame are enough to crush most of the martial arts masters... With so many people plus Xu Ran and Zhao Wumian, it is estimated that no one in the world would dare to cause trouble except Wudamu and Xiao Yuanmu.

That's why the master from the Imperial Palace standing next to the frame looked puzzled.

Isn't this just suicide? Do you really think everyone is Wudamu and Xiao Yuanmu?

Zhao Wumian held the sword in one hand and kept lifting the carriage curtain with the other hand. When the masters around him saw him, they all nodded to him, "My Lord."

Zhao Wumian looked at the martial artist holding a long sword, was silent for two seconds, then he gently swung his hand that was lifting the curtain back, stepped out of the carriage and got off the frame.

Fine raindrops soaked his dragon robe and the white cloth bandaged on his arm. Many people hurriedly said, "My Lord, you are still injured. We will deal with this kind of gangster!"

"I will handle it."

Zhao Wumian raised his hand lightly, took a few steps forward, and stood opposite the Jianghu guest in the rain.

On the wall beside the street, a black cat squatted on the wall, shook off the raindrops on its body, then opened its green eyes and looked at the two people in the rain.

The Queen Mother also raised her hand to open the carriage curtain, and she and Luo Chaoyan stared at Zhao Wumian and the Jianghu guest in front of the carriage, their eyes slightly worried... Zhao Wumian was still injured.

patter patter——————

Raindrops fell on the vehicle frame, floor tiles, straw raincoat, bamboo hat, long sword and scabbard.

The gleam of swords and the shadow of sabers filled the air, creating a solemn and murderous atmosphere all around.

There was silence for a moment.

"Are you a remnant of Dong Yan? Do you want to avenge your master?" Zhao Wumian looked at Jianghu Ke and asked calmly.

The Jianghu guest raised his eyes slightly, stared at Zhao Wumian through his bamboo hat.

This was his first face-to-face contact with Zhao Wumian... and probably also the last time.

The Jianghu man said nothing, but just raised his long sword and made a stance. The raindrops fell on the sword and then dripped along the tip of the sword.

Zhao Wumian said no more. He held the scabbard of the sword in his hand and flicked his thumb. The sword came out three inches with a light "click" sound, and the clear blade flashed a cold light in the rainy night.

The black cat squatted in the rain, staring at the two silent people on the street.

Boom————

Thunder suddenly roared in the sky, and the capital was suddenly brightened.

The black cat was so frightened that it shuddered on the spot, and its fur stood up. The two people standing opposite each other in the rain suddenly drew their swords as thunder sounded.

Choke————

Jianghu Ke’s strength is not weak, but it is still far inferior to Zhao Wumian.

Just when Zhao Wumian was about to pierce the chest of the Jianghu guest with his sword, a man in green clothes and wearing a funny mask suddenly appeared behind him, pulled up the collar of the Jianghu guest, and disappeared in the rain. However, it was obviously wishful thinking to want to save people here... What's more, the Jianghu guest was fatally injured and there was no way he could survive.

Xu Ran frowned and was about to chase after him, but Zhao Wumian raised his hand lightly and asked Xu Ran to escort Luo Chaoyan back to the palace, and he flew after him.

pat pat pat.

Inside the cemetery, raindrops fell one after another, hitting the tombstones, making crisp sounds, and the rain spread down along the patterns on the tombstones.

This cemetery is located next to Cuimu Street and only the wealthy can enter.

Can carried the Jianghu guest and flew to the cemetery. After they stood firmly, the Jianghu guest gathered some strength, pushed Can away, stepped on the puddles in the soil of the cemetery, staggered forward a few steps, and then completely lost his strength and knelt in front of a tombstone.

Plop————

There was a lot of water in front of the tombstone, which had turned into mud. He knelt down and the mud splashed onto the raincoat covered in blood.

The bamboo hat fell off, revealing Chen Shuhan's face as white as gold paper. Bright red blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, but it was wet and diluted by the rain, and finally mixed into light red blood that dripped down his chin.

Can came to Chen Shuhan with his hands behind his back, took out a pot of wine from his waist and handed it to Chen Shuhan.

This wine is the most common and cheapest type of Shaodaozi in the world. Even ordinary farmers can have a few sips of it after finishing their daily farm work.

"Thank you." Chen Shuhan's voice was hoarse, and blood foam was gushing out of his throat from time to time. He slowly raised his hand and took the wine jug.

The broken funny mask looked at Chen Shuhan silently without saying a word.

Chen Shuhan stared at the words on the tombstone with his eyes that were almost losing their luster.

He carved this tomb for his mother himself, but the location was a reward from the then Crown Prince Luo Shu.

Chen Shuhan stopped talking and silently unscrewed the cork of the wine flask. He said to Can incoherently, "A few days ago, Lan came to me and drank a glass of wine here... From then on, I should have known his intentions..."

"But now... death is death. His death has awakened me..."

Chen Shuhan poured a mouthful of Shaodaozi into his mouth, then coughed a few times, coughing up some blood foam, and whispered:
"Fighting Zhao Wumian openly and honestly is a way to repay the Crown Prince's kindness, and my mother's teachings... and also to repay me, right?"

Can stood with his hands behind his back, still silent, just looking down at him.

Chen Shuhan chuckled, his vision beginning to blur. He was holding a wine jug, falling down. The wine mixed with rain water spilled into the soil in front of the tombstone and mixed with the blood under his body.

"This is the way I died. Have I spent decades in the martial arts world in vain?"

Can remained silent.

"I forgot that you are a mute. It's pointless to talk to you. In this respect, you are not as good as Lan. He is a chatterbox. His tongue doesn't look like an assassin at all... You are more like the Lord of Wuchang City than he is..."

Chen Shuhan muttered something, and then his voice became weaker and weaker.

"You are... not interesting, but Lan is not bad... I can have a drink with him later... We can die in one night, at least he will be my companion on the road to the underworld..."

The words have not yet fallen.

boom.

Chen Shuhan's tall body fell forward, his head hit the tombstone, then he slid down and collapsed in front of it.

The cemetery fell silent. After Chen Shuhan's death, no one spoke anymore. The only sound in the entire cemetery was the sound of light rain.

Tap tap tap————

Until footsteps were heard outside the cemetery.

He took off the broken funny mask, looked down at Chen Shuhan's body, then raised it and looked outside the cemetery.

Within the rain curtain, Zhao Wumian, wearing a crimson dragon robe and holding a broadsword, walked out from the rain curtain.

The five fingers behind his back were tensed, ready to attack.

But Zhao Wumian held up his sword and didn't even look at Can. He just walked behind Chen Shuhan calmly and looked down at his body. After a few seconds, he glanced at Can and said, "Lan stayed in your capital, I'm afraid not to kill me."

Can was wearing a funny mask and his expression could not be seen. He just tilted his head slightly and glanced at Zhao Wumian, but did not make any move for a while.

Zhao Wumian retracted his gaze and looked at the tombstone in front of Chen Shuhan. "I have some guesses about why he brought you to the capital... I heard that you two are inseparable, right?"

He stared at Zhao Wumian, still silent.

"You have failed in this mission. If you want to kill me again, find another martial arts master. As for you..." Zhao Wumian raised his sword and slowly sheathed it. He said calmly, "Go and complete the mission that Lan gave you. I agree."

Can tilted his head again, remained silent for a few seconds, then raised his hand lightly, bowed to Zhao Wumian, and flew up.

Zhao Wumian was left alone in the cemetery, looking at Chen Shuhan's body. After a moment, he sighed softly.

"Heh... Jianghu."

I have been searching for a swordsman for thirty years, and the leaves have fallen and branches have sprouted several times.

Who knows that I will not suffer in the frontier, even if I die, I will still smell the fragrance of chivalrous spirit

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Next chapter, end of this volume.

I will write another chapter later and finish the Cang Yue chapter tonight.

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