Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 294 South of Jianmen
"As expected of you, the Marquis... One strike to the throat, so quick and neat."

"Hey, the Marquis is also the deputy chief detective of our Detective Department. Didn't expect that? He's second only to Chief Detective Su."

"That's right, plus the relationship between the Marquis and Miss Su... among the many agencies in the imperial court, the Marquis is obviously closer to our Detective Department... He is the boss of our Detective Department."

Inside Xuzhou city, the detective officers, wearing cloaks to keep out the rain, lifted the bodies of the Eight Horses of Xiliang on straw mats and muttered to themselves with a hint of pride in their voices.

The rain was heavy, and blood was flowing from the necks of several corpses, dripping down along the edge of the straw mats.

At the entrance of a long street, Chen Qiyuan wrapped a nine-foot-long spear in black cloth, held it in his arms, leaned against the wall, wore a bamboo hat, looked coldly at the corpses here, and sighed in his heart.

He had fought with Guan Yunshu and was of course in the upper hand. He did not have many injuries on his body, which did not affect his combat effectiveness. However, without a horse, it was a bit abstract to walk hundreds of miles to Chengdu...

If he rode some ordinary horses, he was afraid that Zhao Wumian and the others would have already run away by the time he arrived in Chengdu... However, the horses of the Eight Horses of Xiliang seemed to be quite good. Although they were far inferior to the two horses he had before, two or three horses would be enough to take turns riding.

But now that Zhao Wumian showed up and took Guan Yunshu away, I don’t know if Xiao Yuanmu is with Zhao Wumian...

Chen Qiyuan pondered for a moment and decided to find Zhao Wumian first... Xiao Yuanmu was elusive, and no one knew where he was except Zhao Wumian.

Of course...it's impossible to ask in a friendly manner.

Zhao Wumian and Chen Qiyuan have some affection for each other, and Zhao Wumian even learned his spear skills from Chen Qiyuan, the Tianluo Spear.

But Chen Qiyuan's murder of his father must be avenged, and Zhao Wumian would never allow Chen Qiyuan to kill Xiao Yuanmu... In this case, being harmonious would only make things difficult for both of them.

In the underworld, when people fight with real guns and swords, whoever has the bigger fist will get what he wants. It's just like that.

While thinking, Chen Qiyuan flew over, pulled the reins of the eight horses of Xiliang, and rode away.

Everyone in the Detective Department was immediately in chaos and noise.

"You stole my horse!?"

"So fast!"

The Queen Mother is still in Chengdu, so Zhao Wumian should also go back to Chengdu... I hope I can stop him before he arrives in Chengdu.

At the same time, a golden eagle stood on the eaves, looking at the street with indifferent eagle eyes, and then suddenly flew down, took advantage of the chaos to tear off a bloody piece of clothing from Ma Yidao's shoulder, suddenly flapped its wings and flew away.

The golden eagle was so fast that the detectives could not react at all. But Chen Qiyuan was so powerful that he could sense the sudden appearance of the golden eagle even after he had ridden down the street. He raised his hat slightly and threw out a locust stone from his sleeve. He was about to smash the golden eagle down, but when he looked up and saw the golden eagle's appearance, he stopped immediately.

"Former Five Great Saints Ding Jingcheng?" Chen Qiyuan had a lot of experience in the martial arts world, and his eyes turned a little colder.

When Ding Jingcheng was young, he traveled around the world with his distinctive features of being accompanied by a sculpture, a long sword and a short sword. Although he has not appeared in the Central Plains for a long time, the reputation of the former Five Mountains is extremely great for people of Chen Qiyuan's generation. He grew up listening to the stories of the Five Mountains and thought of him first.

Of course, this golden eagle is definitely not the one that Ding Jingcheng saw when he was young, but why is there blood-stained clothes in his claws?

Chen Qiyuan sensed something was wrong. As a martial artist at the top of his class, his intuition was frighteningly sharp. After thinking for a moment, he abandoned the horses he had just robbed and followed the golden eagle on foot... This also made it easier for him to hide his figure.

If this golden eagle is really Ding Jingcheng's, Chen Qiyuan will naturally care more about what the Western Region Holy Church is planning... Chen Qiyuan was willing to join the encirclement and suppression of Wudamu for the sake of national justice, and this moment is naturally no exception.

Xiao Yuanmu would always be able to find it, but if the Western Region Holy Church wanted to plot something in the Central Plains, it would not be easy to find it again if he missed the clue now.

With the help of the houses on the street to block its view, the golden eagle did not notice Chen Qiyuan. It slipped through a line of water on the rain curtain and flew towards the northwest in the night. In the darkness, one could barely see a black shadow flashing by. Ordinary people could not spot it at all... But with Wu Kui's perception, as long as he wanted to follow it, he would definitely not be thrown away by a bird.

The golden eagle was quite fast. After a night, it flew without a break for a moment and continued to fly all day long, covering hundreds of miles. It was obviously a well-cultivated elite eagle. Chen Qiyuan was almost exhausted... His true energy was inexhaustible, but his physical strength was not endless. He had to chase the winged creature with his two legs, running wildly for a whole day and night, and trying not to be discovered. It was impossible not to be tired when he was concentrating.

Fortunately, the golden eagle finally landed in a town late at night, allowing Chen Qiyuan to breathe a sigh of relief and recover a little. However, his mind was still tense and he quietly followed into the town.

Inside the inn, the people from the Western Regions disguised themselves as an ordinary merchant caravan, rented a villa, and rested there.

Meng Po stood alone in the house, with her arms folded across her chest, leaning against the window, glancing sideways at the iron tower-like figure in the yard.

Ding Jingcheng raised his forearm and the golden eagle fell down. He took the blood-stained cloth and knew that Ma Yidao was dead.

Naturally, the Holy Church could not hide the fact that the Eight Horses of Xiliang went south to hunt down Guan Yunshu for personal revenge, but there is always a lag in information, and it is impossible for the Holy Church to know where the Eight Horses of Xiliang are like GPS.

The main purpose of sending the golden eagle to find the Eight Horses of Xiliang was to gather the Holy Church's manpower in Shu and to encircle and suppress Zhao Wumian as much as possible... Now that they have returned empty-handed, they should at least bring back some intelligence.

"Who killed him?" Ding Jingcheng asked knowingly, with some vague guesses in his mind.

The golden eagle looked up at the sky... This golden eagle obviously understood human nature and could understand the gossip of those people in the Detective Department.

"It's really Xiao Yuankong..." Ding Jingcheng was a little surprised, and glanced at Meng Po who was leaning against the window in the room behind him, "He had nothing to do, so he rushed from Chengdu to Xuzhou to kill our people... Was it because of the nun from Xiao Xitian?"

Meng Po had no idea about Zhao Wumian's love affairs, and she was even more impatient in her heart, "I am not a foolish woman who likes gossip. Who knows why Zhao Wumian killed Ma Yidao..."

Ding Jingcheng looked away without caring, and fed the golden eagle jerky meat, which was a little funny. "The group of bald donkeys in Xiao Xitian usually like to talk about the Qinggui Jieji and the Eight Sufferings. If Xiao Yuankong and Guan Yunshu really had something, it would be a must-see Jianghu anecdote... I'm afraid Dongwen and Dongxuan will be embarrassed. This is a Jianghu scandal, and they are ashamed of Miaoshan's teachings back then."

According to Ding Jingcheng's seniority in the martial arts world, Dongwen and Dongxuan were just his juniors, while Miaoshan, who was Dongwen and Dongxuan's former master and the previous abbot of Xiaoxitian Temple... was of the same generation as Ding Jingcheng.

But Miao Shan died that year...killed by Ding Jingcheng's knife.

The Xiliang Ning family originally worked for the Holy Church, but were later targeted by Guan Yunshu's uncle Dong Zhen because of this grudge... Later, Dong Zhen died, and the entire Ning family was wiped out by Guan Yunshu, leaving only Ning Zhongxia alive, which led to the incident in the capital.

The source of this grudge actually lies with Ding Jingcheng.

Meng Po was too lazy to respond. She tossed her jewelry box lightly in her hand and remained silent.

Shi Shoujin was also waiting for news in the courtyard. Upon hearing this, he said sternly, "In any case, Zhao Wumian is already the leader of the sword. Logically speaking, he should return to the capital soon... Once he returns to the capital, it will be impossible for him to take action again... We must not let them return to the capital."

Ding Jingcheng glanced at Shi Shoujin. He certainly didn't trust the prince's former aide, but it wouldn't hurt to listen to his opinion. "Do you have a good idea? Why not just say it."

"The world is too big. We have no idea where Zhao Wumian is right now, but the Queen Mother is in Qingcheng." Shi Shoujin said coldly.

"Capture the Queen Mother and force Zhao Wumian to show up... He is the Marquis of Weiming. It is his duty to protect the Queen Mother when she left the capital. If she takes the bait, he will be killed. If she doesn't take the bait, Zhao Wumian can be ruined..." Shi Shoujin paused for a moment, and then said, "Zhao Wumian was stupid enough to leave Chengdu. The Queen Mother doesn't have any martial arts masters around her at the moment. She is at a loss. With the strength of you and Meng Po, can you still not capture her?"

Ding Jingcheng shook his head slightly. "Behind the Queen Mother is the gentry group of the court. Those so-called aristocratic families don't care about the emperor's surname, but only care about whether their families can survive after the change of dynasties... The Holy Church has the intention of encroaching on the Central Plains and advancing to the world. If it is not necessary, it should focus on winning over the gentry."

“Isn’t this the time when it is necessary?” Shi Shoujin took a deep breath and said calmly, “Zhao Wumian was severely injured by the leader, and his strength was greatly reduced. However, within just three months, he became a prince, a martial arts master, and had 200,000 elite soldiers under his command left by the King of Jin… He is obviously accumulating strength instead of forgetting the blood feud of the Holy Church. If the leader were here, he would not miss this opportunity to defeat such a powerful enemy… right?”

Meng Po no longer tossed the jewelry box lightly, and her eyes became more serious.

When she didn't know Zhao Wumian's true identity, she had always wanted to capture him and bring him back to the Western Regions to recruit him as a follower of the Holy Religion because of his strength and personality... But now that she knows that Zhao Wumian is Xiao Yuankong, it is obvious that Zhao Wumian will never let go of this grudge.

In his eyes, only if he was the Hu woman bullied by Tong Congdao that night, would he have a gentle attitude and say with a smile "The mountains and rivers remain unchanged, and we will meet again if we are destined to do so."

And when he was Meng Po, he would probably want to chop off her head with a knife and use it as a chamber pot.

Ugh……

Meng Po sighed softly, and a sentence that often appeared in the Central Plains vernacular novels suddenly emerged in her mind: "Good and evil cannot coexist."

She had no interest in those naive words, but at this moment she couldn't help but sigh silently that these words were really suitable for her and Zhao Wumian.

A witch from the Western Regions, a cult rebel.

A righteous martial arts leader and a prince in the imperial court.

Ding Jingcheng was unaware of Meng Po's complicated feelings, and was still pondering Shi Shoujin's proposal. Although this move was insidious, it was tantamount to hitting Zhao Wumian's soft spot... Even if Zhao Wumian could not be killed, capturing the Queen Mother would not be completely useless to the Holy Church's cause.

Zhao Wumian is still near Xuzhou and cannot return to Qingcheng for a while, but they came from the northwest, and no matter how fast they run, it is impossible for them to travel a thousand miles to reach Xuzhou in just a few days... But relatively speaking, it is close to Chengdu, currently only less than 200 miles away.

I can steal the house...

Seeing that Ding Jingcheng was somewhat tempted, Meng Po could not help but said, "This plan is probably too sinister..."

Shi Shoujin was a little speechless. Why didn't I see that Meng Po, this evil woman, was so kind before? You said you are already an evil woman in the martial arts world, so what are you talking about being mean or not?
Ding Jingcheng obviously thought so too. He frowned and glanced at Meng Po, "You are reluctant... but after a few contacts, are you interested in Zhao Wumian?"

Meng Po laughed without any emotion, "How could I be so easily attracted to a man? Don't underestimate me."

It’s not that Meng Po is arrogant. As a martial arts master, how could she fall in love with anyone so easily... She is very proud.

Ding Jingcheng was old and had lost interest in sex, but he had a lot of experience and had seen a lot, so he said, "Heroes of the right path are most susceptible to the tricks of evil women... but sometimes, evil women may also fall in love with heroes..."

"You really have one foot in the ground... Why do you have the right to talk about my private affairs and nag about them? Do old men like to preach?" Meng Po raised her hand to interrupt Ding Jingcheng.

Ding Jingcheng stopped asking for trouble, "Don't worry about how you feel about Zhao Wumian... He and our Holy Church have a blood feud. Even if you really like him, he won't show any mercy when you meet him... You'd better take care of yourself. If you show mercy, you will end up hurting yourself."

After saying that, Ding Jingcheng glanced at Shi Shoujin and said, "As you said...let's go to Qingcheng."

Shi Shoujin was immediately overjoyed and immediately started to prepare.

Outside the villa, Chen Qiyuan hid in the dark, holding his breath, with his brows tightly furrowed. He never expected that Ding Jingcheng's purpose was to kill Zhao Wumian.

It seems that the two people's goals are somewhat similar...but Chen Qiyuan doesn't want to kill Zhao Wumian.

The feud between him and Xiao Yuanmu could only be regarded as a feud between the Jianghu and the underworld. However, if Zhao Wumian died, Dali would be in turmoil. The emperor on the throne would be depressed and die of heart disease in a few days. By then, thousands of people would die. Chen Qiyuan knew the importance of things. He had been running wildly for a day and a night, and had consumed a lot of physical strength. If he fought with Ding Jingcheng and Meng Po here, he would be killed on the spot or have his arms and legs chopped off. Therefore, he did not say much after receiving the information. He turned around and left quietly without staying any longer.

But just as he turned around, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart... The intuition of a martial arts master is already half prophetic, this is an ability they have trained through life and death. Therefore, even if Chen Qiyuan did not sense anything, he did not hesitate to tightly grasp the spear, twisted his waist slightly, swung the spear in a semicircle in the air and smashed it towards the wall behind him, and the black cloth on it was torn with a "crack".

Before the spear touched the wall, the sharp blade had already silently shattered the bricks. A flash of cold light flashed from the debris, so fast that Chen Qiyuan's breath was held and he couldn't help but smack his lips.

Otherwise, how could Ding Jingcheng be ranked in the top two among the Five Mountains back then? Even in his prime, Li Jingnan would have been out of reach.

clang----

Chen Qiyuan's reaction was very fast. The spear and the knife tip collided head-on. If it were normal times, he could at least force Ding Jingcheng back a little with the power of the spear, but with Meng Po by his side, Chen Qiyuan did not dare to be surrounded. This was a feint. He just held the long knife for a moment and stomped his boots on the ground. With the help of Ding Jingcheng's force, he suddenly shot out of the yard.

But a cold light like a silver snake emerging from a cave was hidden under the long sword and bit Chen Qiyuan's back silently.

Chen Qiyuan did not dare to fight and tried his best to avoid the vital points. A flash of blood suddenly appeared on his back and rose from the ground, like a black arrow, drawing a visible white line in the rain.

"Who are you?!" At this moment, the great masters of the Holy Religion surrounding the villa finally reacted and shouted loudly, but Chen Qiyuan had already turned into a black dot in the rain.

Ding Jingcheng calmly sheathed his sword, raised his hand to signal the enemy not to pursue him, and whispered, "The martial arts leader is good at using the spear... The spear leader Chen Qiyuan... The spearman who had a grudge against Guan Yunshu was him... He followed the eagle here, right?"

Shi Shoujin was good at martial arts and his reaction was faster than the other masters, but he still couldn't see the details of the fight between Ding Jingcheng and Chen Qiyuan. His face froze, "Why not chase... Chen Qiyuan avenged the King of Jin and surrounded Eunuch Lin. He has a relationship with Zhao Wumian... Now that he has heard the plan, it may not be so easy to capture the Queen Mother alive."

Meng Po flew over, frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "It's impossible for Chen Qiyuan to come to Shu for no reason. He must have heard about Xiao Yuanmu's news and rushed here..."

Ding Jingcheng smiled coldly.

"Let him go... and tell Zhao Wumian through Chen Qiyuan that we want to capture the Queen Mother alive... If he doesn't come to Qingcheng soon, it will be too late."

"After all, we are here to kill Zhao Wumian... not to capture the Queen Mother."

That is what is called an open conspiracy... Zhao Wumian, you can either fall into our trap or wait for the Queen Mother to be captured by us.

Zhao Wumian is currently near Xuzhou and has no way of flying to Qingcheng in a short period of time... The initiative naturally falls into the hands of the Holy Church.

In just a few days, it would be impossible for Zhao Wumian to get another martial arts champion from the imperial court.

Meng Po thought of the day when Longquan single-handedly suppressed her and Lady Canghua in their fight against Xiao Yuanmu, and thought that if Xiao Yuanmu stayed with Zhao Wumian, our chances of winning would not be high... But with Xiao Yuanmu's personality, he would probably wish for them to capture the Queen Mother and give the Li Kingdom royal family a severe blow, and he would never help Zhao Wumian save people.

But it shouldn't be difficult to save Zhao Wumian's life.

Thinking of this, Meng Po didn't say much... What was there to say? She was just a thug now, not an advisor... Anyway, the failure of the plan was Ding Jingcheng's fault.

It has nothing to do with her.

From this, it can be seen that Meng Po and Cang Hua Niangniang were once worthy of being sisters... and both disliked their fellow disciples.

However, Ding Jingcheng did not plan to stay in Qingcheng and wait for Zhao Wumian to make preparations... He returned to the courtyard, took out the map, observed the only way from Xuzhou to Qingcheng, and prepared to ambush him.

The terrain in Shu is rugged, and if you want to take a detour, it usually takes a few more days... What Zhao Wumian lacks most now is time, so it is impossible to take a detour, unless he doesn't have a horse and relies on his own legs to cross mountains and ridges to run here like Chen Qiyuan.

If you fight him and still waste your energy on the road, you are simply courting death.

Ding Jingcheng took a few looks and finally chose Jiannan.

Jiannan, also known as Jiazhou, is named after the area south of Jianmen Pass... If you want to get to Chengdu Qingcheng from Xuzhou, it is impossible not to pass this pass.

Zhao Wumian was not yet aware of what was happening a hundred miles away. He was in an inn in a small town a few dozen miles north of Xuzhou.

He picked up Guan Yunshu by the waist and placed her on the soft couch. When he raised his hand to take off the nun's boots, she held his wrist.

"I am just injured and need to rest for a while. I am not unable to take care of myself... Did you want to touch my feet secretly when you took off my boots?"

When riding north, Guan Yunshu suddenly vomited blood and almost fell off the horse. Zhao Wumian then realized how serious her injuries were... He was afraid that she had been holding on, so he quickly found an inn to help her heal.

Hearing this, Zhao Wumian rolled his eyes and directly pulled open Guan Yunshu's white boots, revealing a pair of cute little feet in white socks. He raised his hand and kneaded them, "I can touch them if I want, there's no need to do it secretly..."

Before he finished speaking, Guan Yunshu's other little foot in white socks suddenly pressed against Zhao Wumian's chest, trying to kick him away, but she was too weak at the moment, and Zhao Wumian raised his hand and easily grabbed her two feet.

"If you don't have the strength, don't try too hard."

"You!" Guan Yunshu was still an unmarried girl, not the queen mother. Xiao Yuanmu was an old woman who was not shy at all when being pinched and twisted. At this moment, her fair and pretty face was inevitably a little rosy, with a little shyness in the depths of her eyes, but her expression remained cold. "You can't touch a nun's feet... It's taboo."

"I've violated all the taboos, so why would I be afraid of pinching a nun's feet?" Zhao Wumian thought to himself that he had even pressed the Queen Mother down on the bed, holding her and squeezing her...

As he spoke, he used "Liu Wujin" and Naraku Hongsi to heal Guan Yunshu's injuries. He didn't ask for her to recover completely, but at least he wanted her to not suddenly vomit blood and faint while riding a horse like she did today.

Guan Yunshu had long known that Zhao Wumian was very greedy for her body, but she had never thought that this guy was actually a beast who took advantage of others... Was it because they had not seen each other for too long, he was very excited, and could not suppress the lust for her in his heart, that he acted like this?
The nun knew that she must be the most beautiful woman in the world, and she also knew how attractive she was to Zhao Wumian. It was normal for him to be unable to control himself. Although she was disappointed, she also understood... but there was no way she would let him take advantage of her.

She was about to break free from her anger, but she felt a cool and gentle feeling spreading from Zhao Wumian's palm and flowing into her body, like a spring breeze, slowly healing her internal injuries.

Guan Yunshu paused and looked Zhao Wumian up and down, a little surprised, "When did you learn such a miraculous internal skill?"

Zhao Wumian concentrated his mind. Although the warm touch on his palm made him feel very excited, Guan Yunshu's injury was the most important thing. Therefore, he silently cleared away the distracting thoughts in his mind and said, "I learned this from Xiao Yuanmu not long ago... This internal skill needs to be based on the Taixuan Sutra. I'm afraid you can't learn it. It's not realistic for you to go back and study my Taixuan Sutra again..."

What Guan Yunshu learned was the top internal skill of Xiao Xitian, "Yi Jin Xi Sui Jing", which was not inferior to "Tai Xuan Jing" in status, so there was no need to change the internal skill.

She was silent for a few seconds, and then asked: "So, every time I get hurt, I can come to you for healing?"

"Is it not good?" Zhao Wumian asked.

Guan Yunshu glanced at Zhao Wumian, his face had returned to its usual calmness and indifference. He thought for a few seconds, then suddenly realized, "Is this your way of making me break the precepts?"

"What means?"

Guan Yunshu said seriously: "Let this poor nun fall in love with you, and use this as a means to violate the rules and regulations."

Zhao Wumian opened his eyes and saw the nun's serious expression. A sense of innocent cuteness came over him.

To be honest, his heart beat faster.

Zhao Wumian closed his eyes and concentrated on his studies. He smiled and did not answer directly, but teased: "I still use these methods... Haven't you fallen in love with me a long time ago?"

Zhao Wumian thought he would be scolded and then have an argument with Guan Yunshu... but after waiting for a few seconds, Guan Yunshu did not reply.

He opened his eyes in confusion.

Guan Yunshu leaned his hands on the soft couch, turned his head to look at the flowerpot next to him, seemed a little shy, and nodded slightly.

Oh, yes... Guan Yunshu wouldn't lie...

Zhao Wumian's heart skipped a beat and he even forgot to practice his energy.

bang————

His collar was suddenly grabbed by someone and then thrown out of the window.

Xiao Yuanmu's angry shout came from inside the house, "Xiao Yuankong! You used my inner strength to heal other women, and you still say such things..."

Zhao Wumian was thrown out of the building and patted the corners of his clothes. He had already gotten used to Xiao Yuanmu's violent temper.

Just as he was about to rush back to continue treating the nun's injuries, a carrier pigeon from the Detective Department flew over...

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New Year approached.

I wish all my fellow book lovers a happy new year in advance!
There may be fewer updates in the next few days. Currently, each chapter is basically 7000 words, and later chapters may be around to words.

I want to save up more manuscripts so that I don't have to stop updating during the New Year, and book friends who want to follow will still have something to read.

I vaguely remember that on the first day of the Lunar New Year, relatives, friends, brothers and sisters would all watch TV, chat and play mahjong downstairs.

After dinner, I sat alone on the second floor, typing from seven o'clock to twelve o'clock... Alas.

In fact, I was busy all day today and only started typing at eight o'clock in the evening.

Now I feel a little dizzy and my eyes are dark.

I can’t hold on any longer, I’m going to sleep first.

(End of this chapter)