Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 289: Red Flowers Under the Moon (End of this Volume)

There was a roaring roar at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, but the back mountain was dead silent. Corpses were scattered all over the ground, all of them with horrified looks on their faces, having been hacked to death with a single clean knife.

In a hidden cave covered by dense forests, a not-so-large flower field was carefully cultivated, with more than a dozen dancing red flowers planted on it. There were not many, but the rhizomes were huge and the petals were rosy. Even people who didn't know the value of the flowers could tell at a glance that compared to the fields of dancing red flowers outside, the ones planted here were of the best quality.

This cave is not connected to the underground palace. It is a shelter dug out by the Fan family. As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. As the Fan family is living in Qingcheng and is dependent on others, they have exercised extreme caution.

There was a white-haired old woman in the cave, wearing a gray robe, tidying up the medical books and notes on the table. She looked at Wu Honghua from time to time, her indifferent eyes faintly reluctant, and asked the person beside her: "Are you really going to withdraw? We have been planning this place for almost the entire Jingzheng Dynasty. Although it is difficult to build from scratch, we have also gained something. As long as we continue, we will be able to achieve great success within a year... Are you just giving up like this?"

This person's name is Fan Muqing. She is the most proficient in the art of poison in the Fan family. Wuhonghua was cultivated under her leadership. She is already in her sixties and is of the same generation as Tang Weiyu's father, Tang Xingwen.

Fan Shunan was sitting on a recliner not far away, his face pale, his eyes slightly closed, his hair disheveled, no longer his former elegance.

Hearing this, veins popped up on Fan Shunan's forehead, but he still managed to force a smile and said:
"My father is dead, Tang Weiyu is searching for us in Qingcheng Mountain, Zhao Wumian is being held back by Yangshe Congyun, I don't know how the battle is going... Even if Tang Weiyu is not very good, he is still a martial arts master. If I don't retreat, will Tang Weiyu chop off all of our heads and pile them up in front of Zhao Wumian?"

Tang Weiyu was in the back mountain of Qingcheng, as if there was no one around. Fan Shunan only learned about this after his confidant risked his life to pass on the message. He then hurriedly hid in the valley, not even daring to see Tang Weiyu.

"Can……"

"Do you think I want to withdraw? Our Fan family does not have enough foundation in Jiuli, and we have not been kicked out of the five major families only because of the protection of our ancestors..." Fan Shunan stood up suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot and his expression was ferocious.

"I finally discovered that the soil of Qingcheng Mountain is completely different from the rest of the world. As long as I can cultivate the Dancing Red Flower, coupled with my father's strength, the position of the next clan leader is a foregone conclusion. It seemed that I was about to succeed, but Zhao Wumian suddenly appeared out of nowhere... Do you think I am willing to accept this?"

The remaining guards in the cave were all silent.

This is a really fucked up thing to say. With Yangshe Congyun at the forefront, basically no one noticed the Fan family. They had been hiding for more than ten years and were about to succeed, but Zhao Wumian suddenly came from the capital to kill them...

Before this, although Fan Li died at the hands of Zhao Wumian, and there was some hatred between them, Zhao Wumian should not have known about the existence of the Jiuli Fan family... But he came all the way to Qingcheng Mountain and chopped the Fan family into pieces with a knife... What if he came back half a year later? In this way, they would have time to cultivate the Dancing Red Flower completely.

Now the martial arts master Fan Wucheng is dead, Wu Honghua is about to be gone, and there is a double-faced spy Tang Weiyu outside the cave searching the mountain to kill her... Forget about saving the life, this cave may become the burial place of Fan Shunan.

Once Fan Shunan died, the Fan family would no longer have a pillar, and the family’s savings would be eaten up by the other four major families of Jiuli...even the ancestral foundation would be lost.

Thinking of this, no matter how open-minded Fan Shunan was, he couldn't help but feel a little broken... Who the hell knew that Tang Weiyu had long been Zhao Wumian's subordinate? Who the hell knew that Zhao Wumian had already used the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution, but still had such strength to kill Fan Wucheng with one sword...

What a fucking fuck.

After hearing this, Fan Muqing was silent for a while. No matter how unwilling he was, this was the current situation... But as long as he escaped with the flower seeds, he would be able to make a comeback. However, Wu Kui's perception was so sharp, and they had set up countless formations around Qingcheng Mountain. If he made a little noise, Tang Weiyu would come to kill him in an instant. He was a Wu Kui master who was famous for his Qinggong...

What was originally used to defend against invasion has now become a trap for them.

Things are impermanent...

But Fan Shunan definitely didn't stay here to die, he had already sent people to find reinforcements...

At this moment, a guard trotted in from outside the cave. Fan Shunan was overjoyed, thinking that reinforcements had arrived. However, he heard the guard hurriedly say, "Sir, someone from the Western Region Holy Church came to visit us and wants to cooperate?"

Fan Shunan was slightly stunned. The person he was looking for was not from the Western Region Holy Church. This cave was extremely hidden. How did the people from the Western Region Holy Church find him here?

Mr. Qin San!
Fuck him! This old guy must have contacted the people of the Western Region Holy Church a long time ago and left a way out for himself... In recent years, a few red flowers have appeared in the black market from time to time, which must be the work of this old guy! Either he is looking for samples to test drugs, or he is revealing clues to the court, waiting to become their "savior" at this time, so as to annex them!

What's more, you said that it's better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix! Bah! You are a dog of the Hu people!

Fan Shunan was naturally not stupid. He guessed the whole story in the blink of an eye. His face suddenly stiffened. Sure enough, within a few seconds, two people walked in from outside the cave.

One of them was over sixty years old, and his temperament carried the usual calm and steady demeanor of an old hand, but at this moment he was servile and submissive, not even daring to look directly at the person in front of him. He lowered his head and looked at his feet, acting like a real veteran.

The other person was dressed in foreign clothes, with long hair hanging down behind her waist, adorned with a few jewels, and a veil that revealed only a pair of cat-like green eyes. She had a noble temperament with a bit of weirdness. At first glance, she looked like a foreign princess, but at second glance, she looked like a demon from the underworld...

The Western Regions are thousands of miles away from Shu, which is too far away. Therefore, the person in charge of the Holy Religion here can only be Meng Po.

She walked with her hands behind her back, expressionless, and under the guidance of Mr. Qin San, she came into the cave. The place was damp and cramped, and the smell was bad, which made her frown.

Fan Shunan stood up from the recliner, forced a smile, and maintained the etiquette of the aristocratic family, "Jiuli Fan Shunan, greets Meng Po of the Western Regions."

Meng Po glanced at Fan Shunan with her green eyes. Because she was the spy for Mr. Qin San, even though she had not intervened in the matter, she was quite familiar with the current situation. She was too lazy to say more and said straight to the point:

"You have nowhere to go. Bring the Dancing Red Flower and the Nine Li Poison Technique to work for my Holy Church. I will save your life."

If he really came here for the Dancing Red Flower and the Gu Shu... That's how the martial arts world is. Once you're defeated, there will be wild dogs coming to eat you up.

"This damn martial arts world..." Fan Shunan muttered to himself, then glanced at Mr. Qin San who was sleeping with his brows lowered behind Meng Po, and then bowed to Meng Po and said, "It seems that your sect has known about the Dancing Red Flower for a long time..."

"Not too early, we will know this month." Meng Po knew what Fan Shunan was thinking, and said with a faint smile under her veil:

"When traveling in the martial arts world, one must think ahead before taking one step. This old man knew that after the successful cultivation of the Dancing Red Flower, he would definitely continue to argue with you over interests for a while. And the person who has the ability to cultivate this flower is from your Fan family, so he would definitely suffer a loss. Therefore, he made preparations early and put a few flowers on the black market to attract attention, just for this moment... You didn't notice it, you can only say that you are too young."

Fan Shunan's smile was forced. "If this old man can scheme against our Fan family, he can certainly scheme against your Holy Church as well."

"Really?" Meng Po tilted her face slightly, "What you said makes sense."

Pfft————

A short curved knife from the Western Regions suddenly pierced into Mr. Qin Sanye's neck, and then it was lightly cut as if cutting tofu. The huge head instantly flew into the sky, and blood gushed out.

Gurgle gurgle————

Master Qin San's head fell to the wet ground and rolled a few times, with a look of respect and a hint of instinctive fear and disbelief on his face.

Plop————

The headless corpse swayed slightly a few times, then collapsed to the ground, and the blood quickly dyed the ground red.

There was deathly silence in the cave. Fan Shunan looked at the corpse of Mr. Qin Sanye with an extremely shocked expression, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Meng Po waved her scimitar to sweep away the blood, then smiled at Fan Shunan like a seductress, "The Dancing Red Flower and the Nine Li Gu Technique are more valuable than him. After he led me to this place, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies. It's better to kill him to vent the anger of the Fan family and facilitate our subsequent cooperation... How do you think?"

These words were obviously beneficial to Fan Shunan, but at this moment he felt a slight chill on his neck and a chill in his heart... If Meng Po could kill Mr. Qin San so easily, she would certainly be able to kill him in the same way in the future.

This is a real witch...she kills without blinking an eye.

Fan Shunan didn't believe that this witch was unaware of the consequences of killing Mr. Qin San, as it would clearly make her heart palpitate... She was warning him not to scheme against her like Mr. Qin San, and also because Fan Shunan had no other way out. No one except Meng Po had the ability to save them.

Fan Shunan has always been very wary of the Western Regions Holy Church. The Western Regions is a place of chaos, where every person is a bad person. A random street vendor has more than a dozen lives on his hands. How can the Holy Church be able to rule over such a place? How can they be easy to deal with?

Yangshe Congyun still abides by the rules of the martial arts world and talks about gratitude and righteousness, but the Western Region Holy Church only eats meat and does not spit out bones.

While Fan Shunan was hesitating, the white-haired old woman Fan Muqing spoke up, "The land veins of Qingcheng Mountain are different from ordinary land. The Western Region is full of yellow sand, and the Dancing Red Flower cannot be grown... If you can seize Qingcheng Mountain, you will have the possibility to continue to cultivate the Dancing Red Flower."

Isn't this giving up your bargaining chip? Fan Shunan's eyes twitched, but Meng Po frowned and asked, "What's the difference? There will always be fertile land."

Fan Muqing whispered, "I don't know the specific reason, but over the past decade or so, we have tried to cultivate it in many places, including Miaojiang, Yanyun, and Jiangnan, but all to no avail... except in Qingcheng."

"Interesting..." Meng Po pondered for a moment, took out a porcelain bottle from her arms, scooped up some soil, and prepared to take it back to the Holy Church for research.

Fan Shunan was left aside. It seemed that Meng Po really wanted to get the Wuhong Flower... After all, the medicinal effect of the Wuhong Flower might be useful to martial arts masters as well. No one would not be interested in something that could double one's strength.

After putting the porcelain bottle in her arms, Meng Po glanced at Fan Shunan and said, "Come with me. Without Fan Wucheng, even if your Fan family cultivates the Dancing Red Flower, it will only be a wedding dress for others... We will be annexed anyway. It is better to follow my Holy Church, which can still solve your current worries."

Fan Shunan was silent. This was definitely true. Although the five major surnames were all Jiuli, they were not living in harmony... There was basically no hope of returning to Jiuli, so it would be better for him to develop outside with Wu Honghua.

Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west! Three years, three years, then I will go back to my hometown to try...

At this moment, a pleasant voice was heard, the voice was slightly cold, ethereal and pleasant, "You can't take the dancing red flower away."

Meng Po's indifferent expression changed slightly. She looked at the direction where the sound came from and saw Lady Canghua standing at the entrance of the cave with her hands behind her back. Her temperament was aloof and independent, but the aura of a martial arts master made it so overwhelming that everyone present except Meng Po felt a little breathless.

Fan Shunan was overjoyed...the reinforcements had finally arrived.

After thinking for a long time, the most suitable partner at the moment can only be Huanzhen Pavilion... There are three martial masters in one sect, and there are also nine bells. I wonder how much stronger they are than Qing Liantian of Yangshe Congyun.

No matter how strong Zhao Wumian is, if he can beat Yangshe Congyun, can he beat Mo Jingxue, whose strength is far superior to that of Dao Kui?
Three martial arts masters can surround and kill him.

When Meng Po saw Lady Cang Hua, she immediately gritted her teeth and said, "It's you again... Are you really going to confront me head-on? The owner of Cang Hua Tower is yours, and now you want to snatch this Wu Hong Hua from me?"

Lady Canghua glanced at Meng Po and said, "I'm not competing with you for a man, why are you so anxious? You were the owner of the building because you couldn't let go of the Hu people from the Western Regions. You didn't want it. What does it have to do with me?"

Obviously, the two of them were from the same school and seemed to be sisters.

"Bah." Meng Po flashed her short scimitar and smiled coldly, "You haven't defeated Longquan yet, have you?"

Although the two women teamed up to be beaten by Xiao Yuanmu that day, it did not stop them from making harsh remarks at this moment.

Lady Canghua's robe moved without wind, her bare hands slightly bent, her inner energy condensed and almost became tangible, she smiled faintly, "It seems that today, the Western Region will be missing a martial arts master..."

Fan Shunan was sweating all over. If Wu Kui really fought face to face, the cave would collapse and they would definitely not survive.

I heard that at that time, Longquan was the place where these two evil women and Xiao Yuanmu were… If two of them were like this, what would happen if there were three? I don’t know how Zhao Wumian survived…

But Meng Po suddenly reacted, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she actually planned to talk to Lady Cang Hua: "If we fight now, Tang Weiyu will definitely come and reap the benefits... We can't fight."

"Who cares about you?"

Goddess Canghua raised her palm and slapped Mengpo. Mengpo really wanted to get the Wuhonghua, so she could only grit her teeth and fight back, retreating out of the cave to avoid being crushed to death by the aftermath.

The noise of Wu Kui's fight could not be hidden from Tang Weiyu. In just a few breaths, he came flying and broke into the cave.

Fan Shunan's face immediately turned pale, and he could only hope that Queen Canghua would be extremely brave, force Meng Po to retreat, and then beat the injured Tang Weiyu... But Queen Canghua and Meng Po disappeared without a trace, and they were only heard but not seen.

After all, Lady Canghua was asked by Zhao Wumian to come and deal with Fan Shunan... He guessed that Fan Shunan would most likely seek refuge in Huanzhen Pavilion when he was desperate. That day in Chengdu, he and Lady Canghua also talked about this matter, but the appearance of Meng Po was unexpected.

But it doesn’t matter. Although there are twists and turns, there are no surprises overall... The Fan family cannot escape from Zhao Wumian’s control.

Goddess Canghua knew that as long as she could hold Meng Po back, Tang Weiyu would be there to put an end to the situation.

Gulu gulu——

There was a medicine stove in the room of the inn in Dujiang Town, and Zi Yi was making medicine for him. Zhao Wumian didn't know anything about what happened in the back mountain of Qingcheng for the time being. He just lay on the couch, resting his head on Su Qingqi's thighs, his face pale and his breathing a little rapid.

Yangshe Congyun is definitely not weak. The fact that he defeated Tang Weiyu in ten moves was obviously not a rumor... If Zhao Wumian can catch the last move of Shudaonan, he will survive. If he can't, he will probably be chopped to death on the spot. The momentum has accumulated to that point, and there is no room for holding back.

Being defeated by a sword was a huge loss to Zhao Wumian both physically and mentally, so after returning to the house, he collapsed as soon as he relaxed a little.

After all, he was able to fight Wu Kui only with the help of the Demon Blood Solution. Under normal circumstances, his physique was still much inferior to Wu Kui.

He had taken off his shirt and was only wearing trousers. Mu Lier pinched him left and right, not because she was greedy for Zhao Wumian's body, but to massage him to relax his tense muscles.

The Queen Mother was also pinching left and right, helping. Her face was as graceful as ever and her bearing was extraordinary. But if there was no one around, she might have pinched somewhere else.

But Zhao Wumian was just tired, not unconscious. Behind his head was Miss Su's soft and delicate thigh. In front of him were the mature and beautiful master and the empress dowager, whose small hands were pinching his body from time to time. There was a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to...heal his wounds.

Zhao Wumian awkwardly turned sideways to face Su Qingqi, his nose touching Su Qingqi's belly. If he went down further, he could even touch her through her skirt...

The three women beside the bed were sensitive to the abnormality. Just as the empress dowager was about to make a joke, she was pulled out by Mu Lier with a blushing face.

Zi Yi glanced at the two women and thought to herself that if the Queen Mother hadn't been here, you would have lifted your skirt and sat on it... You are quite good at pretending to be innocent, and you will be laughed at when the Queen Mother catches you.

But she didn't want to be a light bulb here, so she boiled the medicine, poured it into a bowl, put it on the table, and said to Zhao Wumian, "Drink it as soon as possible. When Yangshe Congyun brings people down from Qingliantian, you and I will go up the mountain to see the dancing red flowers... If it can neutralize the side effect of 'addiction', this can be considered a good-tasting medicine."

Zhao Wumian wanted to get up and take the medicine, but his whole body was aching and he grimaced in pain when he moved. Zi Yi had no choice but to pick up the medicine, sit beside the bed, scoop a spoonful, blow on it a few times, and feed it to Zhao Wumian's mouth.

Zhao Wumian glanced at Su Qingqi, and seeing that she was not angry, he leaned over and drank it in one gulp, "It's really bitter."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Now that this matter is settled, do you want to return to Beijing with me?"

"What are you going back to Beijing for?" Zi Yi stirred the liquid medicine with a spoon, "Your Innate All-Poison Body currently still lacks Tian Xuanchen and Long Liaoxue... I have to go find them first."

Zhao Wumian said "Oh", then remembered something and said, "Tang Weiyu gave me one-fifth of a bottle of Jiuli Gu..."

"Keep it, and take it after you have collected it. It will be of great benefit to your body." Zi Yi's tone was a little enlightened as he said, "In the past hundred years, no one has been as lucky as you. Eating the poison of the Gu King is like eating candy beans."

"Being lucky...usually means marrying a good wife, right? It seems that I am really lucky." Zhao Wumian smiled at Su Qingqi.

Su Qingqi didn't say anything. She felt that Zhao Wumian was such a bad luck in love that even the five fortunes wouldn't be enough...

Zi Yi was too lazy to respond and continued to talk about business. "In the classics of Guixuan Valley, Tianxuanchen is something similar to the four colored glaze jades... and is related to the Nine Bells."

"Which nine bells?"

"The jade seal of the country."

Zhao Wumian was slightly stunned... The imperial seal, Luo Chaoyan had one in his hand, but it was not the Nine Bells, it was just a replica. The real imperial seal was taken away when the Rong people were driven out of the pass by Emperor Taizu Gao... Now, as expected, it is in Wudamu's hands.

Want to snatch the nine bells from Wudamu...

"Tianxuan Tianxuan, apart from the Imperial Seal, who else would be named after the sky?" Zi Yi recalled for a moment, and then said:
"And the real name of Tianxuanchen should be 'Tianxuan Ink'. It is used to seal the imperial seal. It was specially made by Ji Yingshi, 'Under the Immortal', using the imperial seal. It is extremely rare. Even the Rong people at that time did not use Tianxuan ink to seal many times. Most of the time, they used ordinary ink."

Zhao Wumian frowned, "So the Tianxuan ink might still be floating around somewhere. For example, find the documents that the Rong people used to seal the documents and take some ink out of them... But not much can be taken out, so it was renamed 'Chen', which is quite appropriate."

"Maybe, but it's been sixty years since we left the country. Who knows what memorials the Rong people stamped with their seals? I need to ask my disciple to check this matter." Zi Yi shook his head slightly, "It's just that the time is too long, I'm afraid it's not easy to check."

Su Qingqi pondered for a moment after hearing this and added, "It is rumored that the Imperial Seal can determine the fate of a country. Since the Mysterious Sky Ink is specially made, it must have some magical effects, right?"

"Can they really decide the rise and fall of a country? Isn't that a bit exaggerated? If that were true, could the Rong people be expelled by Emperor Taizu Gao?" Zhao Wumian was a little surprised. The names of these Nine Bells were bigger than each other, and their effects sounded more exaggerated than each other.

Su Qingqi shook her head. "I don't know. The imperial court has never seen the real imperial seal, and there are very few records."

Zi Yi blew on the boiling liquid medicine again, handed it to Zhao Wumian's mouth, and continued:
"The specific effect of Tianxuan Mo is not very clear, but according to the records in the valley, Tianxuan Dust is used as the main ingredient and mixed with other medicinal materials to refine Tianxuan Pill. After taking it, the toxins in the body can be completely calmed down and never erupt... If there is no such pill, after a year or so, the toxins in the body will still take Zhao Wumian's life."

The poison in Zhao Wumian's body was only temporarily stabilized because of the Xiayun Gu, not forever free of trouble... Zi Yi told him this at the time.

"If I really can't find it in the Jianghu, I'll find a way to go to the grassland... The Khan of the grassland must have Tian Xuan Mo, but it's too dangerous, I have to make some plans..." Zhao Wumian muttered to himself.

"Let's talk about it later. We should avoid going to the grassland if we can. We will be finished if we are caught by Wudamu. I will look for him in the martial arts world first. Anyway, there is still a year or so before the poison takes effect, so there is no rush." ​​Zi Yi was not very willing for Zhao Wumian to go to such a dangerous place as the grassland.

After feeding the patient the medicine, she put down the medicine bowl, patted her dress, and left without saying anything else.

After all, medicine is only auxiliary, and it is definitely not as fast as dual cultivation to heal injuries.

crunch————

As soon as the door closed, Zhao Wumian and Su Qingqi were left alone...

Zhao Wumian was still resting his head on her thighs, and turned his head away when he saw this...

The low and beautiful window shines on the sleepless.

Su Qingqi's body suddenly tensed, but she was not an inexperienced girl. She bit her lips submissively without making any sound. After a moment, she could not bear it any longer. She put her hands on Zhao Wumian's forehead, not letting him continue, and said:

"Hurry, heal your wounds... don't waste time..."

Zhao Wumian was not in a hurry at all. In fact, relying on "Liu Wujin" was enough to heal his injuries. However, if he combined it with dual cultivation, the effect would definitely be better...

He raised his hand and lifted up her skirt.

Su Qingqi was not like Xiao Yuanmu, she was wearing thin pants underneath, but because of her low waist, the thin pants were tightly attached to her, and the fishing line could be clearly seen...

There is a point...

Zhao Wumian pinched with his fingertips, but saw that Su Qingqi was shaking even more violently, so he stopped teasing her and lay down flat.

Su Qingqi knew what he meant and felt embarrassed in her heart, but she certainly couldn't let Zhao Wumian take the initiative at this time, so she slowly straddled him and prepared to take off her thin pants.

“No need to take it off…”

tear-

"Again, tearing again... um..."

On the second night, the evening breeze stirred up the clouds in the sky, and drizzle fell slowly.

Tang Weiyu took the half-dead Fan Shunan and Fan Muqing to the Detective Department. Zhao Wumian also released Yangshe Congyun and told him to get out with Qing Liantian's disciples.

But Qing Liantian had a large family and a great fortune after all, and it took them a day and a night to completely empty the place. Disciples kept coming down the stone steps leading into the mountain, carrying their things, reluctant to leave with tears in their eyes.

After a fight, everyone in the sect was driven off the mountain... Who wouldn't be sad?

In front of the Dao Kui plaque in Chengdu, a court craftsman put up a separation line and carefully examined the Wu Kui plaque... This thing now belongs to Wei Ming Hou, so it should be repaired in detail, and it would be best to completely refurbish it. Otherwise, wouldn't it seem that Wei Ming Hou picked up someone else's things and used them? How embarrassing.

There were many Jianghu people standing around in a proud and cheerful manner, and the crowd was crowded. They sighed with regret, "Alas, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit."

"I can only blame myself for not being as skilled as others."

"It's not a bad thing that Wei Minghou has become the leader. At least the Wu Kui plaque is still in Chengdu... The annual tribute can go back to the old days."

"Huh? That's right."

When this matter was brought up, many people in the martial arts world were immediately shocked and began to discuss it.

There was a lot of noise in front of the Wu Kui plaque, but the wine shop opposite was quite quiet. In the past, many martial artists would come here to buy wine and pour it in front of the Wu Kui plaque to toast the martial arts world. But now, no one can even get close to it, so naturally no one is there.

The signboard in front of the wine shop has turned yellow, and the wine banner is so dirty that the word "wine" can't be seen at all. One can only tell that this is a place that sells wine by the vague words "Xiaodao Wine Shop" on the signboard and the wine jars piled in front of the door.

The tavern owner, Lao Yang, was wiping the table with a rag. From time to time, he looked up at the Wu Kui plaque outside the window and sighed softly.

Tap tap tap——————

There were footsteps heard, and a one-armed man walked into the wine shop and sat down silently in front of the table.

Old Yang was slightly stunned, then asked with a smile: "Did you get your arm back? Even if Guixuan Valley's medical skills are superb, it's impossible for you to grow an arm out of thin air."

Yangshe Congyun placed one arm on the table, slapped out a few coins, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not going to Guixuan Valley."

"Why?"

"A man with two arms has his own sword, and a man with one arm has his own sword." Yangshe Congyun paused for a moment, then said, "This is a lesson."

"Really..." Old Yang was silent for a moment, and poured a glass of wine for She Congyun, "Try this wine, it still tastes the same as before, your elder brother came here to drink a few days ago, and said that this old man mixed water into this wine..."

Speaking of Yangshe Yin, Lao Yang sighed again.

Yangshe Congyun drank silently without saying a word.

Lao Yang then asked: "What are your plans next?"

Yangshe Congyun lifted the wine jar and poured himself some wine, saying calmly, "My son is missing, my eldest brother has been captured... There are things to do."

"Okay, where are you going to move the base to? I can open the wine shop there too."

"With your old bones, can you still run away?"

"You have to run even if you can't." Old Yang's eyes were filled with reminiscence. "I still remember that you two brothers were only this old at that time, holding knives as tall as yourselves, drinking Shaodaozi in the shop..."

"Alright, alright, it's old news, why bring it up?"

The second-year experience in childhood is obviously a dark history for older people.

Yangshe Congyun took another sip of wine and said, "It's not convenient to bring the sect to investigate the matter of my son and brother. After I settle the disciples in the sect, I should also go to the martial arts world."

"Oh? It's been a long time since I saw you leave Shu..."

Yangshe Congyun was silent for a while and did not answer. He finished his wine, stood up silently, lifted the wine curtain, and saw the huge eight-legged archway in front of him.

This was originally his Wu Kui plaque.

Standing here, Yangshe Congyun didn't know what to say and his mood was extremely complicated.

He stood there in silence for a moment, then bought another pot of wine from the wine shop, poured the wine into his hand and sprinkled it in the air.

The wine swept across the crowd and landed precisely on the floor tiles under the eight-legged archway, blending into the floor tiles along with the wine spilled by the people who came and went year after year.

I am going to the rivers and lakes...to show my respect to the rivers and lakes.

Tonight is a rainless night, which is rare. The sky is as clear as an autumn spring.

Zhao Wumian was standing at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. Although Xiao Yuanmu looked like a little girl, she stood beside him with her hands behind her back, which gave her the majesty of a superior. Unfortunately, because her face was too childish, at first glance she looked like a child pretending to be an adult.

The two men climbed the mountain at night and came to the back mountain.

The dancing red flower fields remain the same, and the lonely grave a thousand miles away remains unchanged.

Whoosh————

The evening breeze blew, and the crimson petals fluttered in the sky.

As the moonlight shines, mist floats above the flower fields.

The two stood in front of the tombstone of "Father of Jiuer". The tombstone and the backs of the two people were shrouded in mist and were vaguely visible in the moonlight.

Xiao Yuanmu was silent for a moment before he said, "Behind this stele is not Grandpa's tomb, but this stele was indeed carved by Sister Jiu'er herself... I want to take the stele back and place it next to Grandma's tomb."

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly but did not refute.

Xiao Yuanmu took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the shabby stone tablet. Due to neglect, there were many traces of time on it.

Xiao Yuanmu cried.

She would only cry in front of Zhao Wumian... She was a demon girl from the Demon Sect and a rebel from the Taixuan Palace, yet she always cried.

"If you feel sad, you can call me daddy while hugging me..."

bang——

Zhao Wumian was knocked to the ground by Xiao Yuanmu's punch, crushing the dancing red flower, and more petals fluttered in the wind.

Looking from the bottom up, the petals almost covered the night sky.

Zhao Wumian lay in the still-wet flower field, staring at the night sky in silence for a few seconds, and then he remembered something, "Xiao Yuanmu."

"What?"

Zhao Wumian took out a hairpin from his bosom and handed it to her, "I forgot to tell you... I found the Zhan Yan hairpin when I came to the back mountain of Qingcheng."

Xiao Yuanmu paused where he was, vaguely recalling what happened twelve years ago...

Her eyes were slightly red and still filled with tears. Hearing this, she looked away and looked at the tombstone, not looking at Zhao Wumian, but only showing her profile to him.

Zhao Wumian immediately understood what he meant. He stood up, raised his hand to hold up Xiao Yuanmu's hair, and used a hairpin to pin it into a small bun for her.

Xiao Yuanmu's hair feels smooth to the touch.

After putting on the hairpin, Xiao Yuanmu wiped her tears with her sleeve and was about to take out a bronze mirror from her sleeve to see Zhao Wumian's craftsmanship, but she saw Zhao Wumian gently lift her chin with one hand.

She was stunned.

boo——

Zhao Wumian kissed the soft, moist and cute little pink lips.

Xiao Yuanmu stood there in a daze, actually seeing the helplessness on the face of this evil woman, but then she remembered something.

bang————

A figure slid out more than ten feet in the moonlight, accompanied by Xiao Yuanmu's angry curses of shame.

"I'm not big yet, why are you kissing me!?"

"Hold me, sorry, I couldn't help myself and forgot about your current state..."

"You did it on purpose. You like young girls!?"

"I can't help myself... Stop hitting me, my wounds haven't healed yet..."

Whoosh————

The sky is full of red flowers, dancing under the moon.

(Red Flower Chapter, End)

(End of this chapter)