Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 297: Gratitude and hatred

The rain is as fine as silk and the night is as dark as ink.

Pedestrians on the street were holding umbrellas, and there were also vendors doing business at night, but after all, it was late at night and the long street was sparsely populated.

Jingle Bell--

On a third-floor terrace, a Hu woman wearing a red hairpin and a gorgeous skirt was kneeling on a cushion. The tulle hanging on the terrace swayed in the wind, and the copper bells on the eaves jingled in the rain.

Meng Po disguised herself as an ordinary performing prostitute and gazed into the night sky in the distance. After a moment, she withdrew her gaze calmly, took out a jade flute from her sleeve, and put it to her lips. The clear sound of the flute penetrated the rain curtain and spread to all directions, like a gentle sob.

Meng Po didn't want to kill Zhao Wumian. It would be great if Zhao Wumian could also go to the Holy Church... But there was no way. Although Zhao Wumian had a close relationship with Xiao Yuanmu, he was now a prince in the imperial court, and their positions were naturally hostile.

Meng Po is not a naive little witch who has just entered the world of martial arts, and her relationship with Zhao Wumian is not deep enough to make her show mercy.

The flute sounds cold and chilly, bringing with it a sense of solemnity in the deep rainy night.

The passers-by on the road paid no attention to the little prostitute and walked straight past him until the sound of continuous horse hooves was heard in the distance.

Tap tap tap————

The white horse stepped on the bluestone slabs, and the sound of its hooves echoed in the long street. The evening breeze blew by, and the lanterns hung during the New Year were still brand new, swaying. Circles of deep red halos swayed in the rain, stretching to the end of the long street, like an impermanent road leading to the underworld.

Under the hazy glow of strings of lanterns on both sides, a tall snow-white horse slowly appeared at the end of the long street. With its graceful curves and handsome appearance, one could tell at a glance that it was no ordinary horse.

The wanderer on horseback was wrapped in a black cloak, with a low hat covering most of his face, leaving only his angular jaw exposed. The evening breeze occasionally brushed his cloak, revealing the two swords slung across his waist. The hilts of the swords were decorated with patterns and glowed dark red under the light.

This wanderer did not say a word, nor did he make any unusual movements, but with his appearance, the speed at which the raindrops fell seemed to slow down a bit.

His aura was so heavy that the pedestrians and vendors on the long street did not notice that there was a half-grown girl sitting in his arms, and there was a long-haired nun in a monk's robe next to him.

The arrival of the wanderer did not cause Meng Po to fluctuate in the slightest. She continued to play the flute calmly, disguising herself as a prostitute. However, the wanderer pulled the reins in front of the terrace, raised his head, and looked at the terrace under his hat. His eyes looked through the veil at Meng Po behind the veil.

Meng Po remained calm, not showing any sign of panic or fear. She slowly put down the jade flute from her red lips, and stared at the wanderer through the veil and rain curtain, asking curiously, "Young man, why did you stop?"

With her ability to disguise herself, no one in the world would be able to notice anything wrong except Empress Canghua, who is from the same school as her.

The prodigal son looked at Meng Po and asked, "There are actually Hu people in this small town?"

"Are there few Hu people in the Central Plains?" Meng Po pretended to be naive.

"I don't know, but every time I meet a barbarian, I'm always tricked by an old friend... I'm a bit sensitive."

Meng Po began to laugh unconsciously, and said sincerely, "That old friend from Jianghu... is she also a woman?"

"Yes."

"More beautiful than this slave?"

No matter who the prodigal says is beautiful, Meng Po will find it funny...it's always her anyway.

But he said, "No one is as good as the nun next to me."

Meng Po's smile froze uncontrollably, and she began to feel angry. She glanced at the nun... Oh? Isn't this Guan Yunshu, the true disciple of Xiao Xi Tian? How could a nun hang out with the kings and nobles of the imperial court? Are there any rules and regulations?
Bah! You have no sense of shame. You are not as virtuous as a witch like me.

Guan Yunshu frowned slightly, not paying attention to what Zhao Wumian said, but was just curious about why he was talking to this street performer halfway.

Xiao Yuanmu elbowed Zhao Wumian, then glanced at the pedestrians and vendors around him. Even though his strength was not as good as before and his perception was much duller, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. If he concentrated, he could take in every little movement on the entire street.

Not to mention those far away, just the pedestrians and vendors on both sides of the street, they may seem ordinary, but in fact they have profound martial arts skills and long internal energy, they are all masters of both internal and external cultivation... Small Jiannan can be a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, can anyone he grabs be a martial arts master?

something wrong.

On the contrary, the prostitute was ordinary and there was nothing unusual about her... Either she was really an ordinary person, or she was the martial arts master who could build the bridge between heaven and earth.

Zhao Wumian lowered his head and smiled at Xiao Yuanmu, but for some reason, his hand reached into Xiao Yuanmu's skirt and pinched it gently.

Xiao Yuanmu froze immediately, and was about to beat up Zhao Wumian when he heard Zhao Wumian whisper, "Here comes with ill intentions. There's something wrong with this place. I think Ding Jingcheng really wants to kill us... You can't grow bigger recently, and you don't have to worry about your pants getting torn. Are you wearing thin pants? It looks like you are."

Zhao Wumian pinched Xiao Yuanmu's calf and relaxed a little when he learned that she was wearing thin pants of little girls' style.

If Xiao Yuanmu gets bigger, he will die. She must not use her full strength recently. It is impossible for her to run around naked with Zhao Wumian every day. She must have been wearing thin pants all this time. But Zhao Wumian only realized it now... It's all because he is too much of a gentleman. His childhood sweetheart, who is in love with him for so long, has never thought of looking under her skirt.

Xiao Yuanmu felt helpless and suffocated in his heart... It was already so late, and this guy was still thinking about whether she was wearing anything underneath...

Zhao Wumian looked at Guan Yunshu.

Guan Yunshu immediately pulled down her long skirt with her little hand and glanced at Zhao Wumian coldly, "I won't let you touch my legs... Who can have nothing under their skirt when walking around in the martial arts world? You are so shameless..."

Xiao Yuanmu had a blank expression on his face.

Meng Po could hear their little conversation, and she felt a little scared, knowing that she was exposed, but she didn't know who this little girl was. Judging from Zhao Wumian's tone, she seemed to be quite powerful...

Meng Po pretended to be curious and asked, "Who is this little girl to you, young hero? It must be difficult for her to travel around the world with a family."

"My daughter." Zhao Wumian patted Xiao Yuanmu's head and said with a smile.

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes twitched, and she resisted the urge to punch Zhao Wumian... But there was no way, her current condition must not be exposed.

"Daughter..." Meng Po's face froze for a moment. As far as she knew, Zhao Wumian was about 25 years old this year, but he had a daughter this old?
Get married and have a daughter at the age of fifteen?

I've never heard that Zhao Wumian has a wife... He does have a lot of beauties. Miss Su and Miss Shen from the capital both have unclear relationships with him, and there's also Xiao Yuanmu, whose specific relationship they have no idea about.

But the fact that Zhao Wumian had a daughter this old still broke the filter in Meng Po's mind.

I thought he was a chivalrous, righteous man who didn't like women... He was a hero that night, but he didn't even ask my name, let alone think about taking things a step further...

What? Am I ugly? Or do you discriminate against the Hu people and think that being intimate with them will make you dirty? Meng Po's mood, which was not very good to begin with, became even worse at this moment, like a pure girl who was cheated of money and sex by a heartless man...

But fortunately, she was not an ordinary woman. She calmed down in a few seconds and cursed herself in her heart, asking if she was in love. What did Zhao Wumian's wife, family and children have to do with her?

But he could not help but remain silent. Suddenly, he heard Zhao Wumian looking around, stroking the hilt of the knife behind his waist with his fingers, and said lightly:
"If you want to kill me, I may not be able to tell with a few martial arts masters, but you have to bring a group of grandmasters to fill in the gaps... It is indeed difficult to detect the martial arts masters, but can't I find that there is something wrong with these grandmasters? Whatever they have done, they are not worthy of killing me."

As soon as the words fell, the slightly noisy street suddenly became dead silent, and an unspeakable silence lingered in the streets and alleys.

Meng Po's heart choked, but she was not panicked. She remained silent and watched the situation develop.

No one at the scene dared to say anything until a moment later, when footsteps were faintly heard. In the deep alley, Ding Jingcheng, dressed in black, slowly appeared in the rain.

Not until Ding Jingcheng showed up did the pedestrians pull out the knife handles from the oil-paper umbrella handles and drop the umbrellas. The hawkers kicked open the wooden rack of iron pots in front of them and took out swords, spears, halberds, bows, crossbows and other weapons from underneath. Only then did the long street begin to hear the noisy sound of clanging and clacking, and then it returned to dead silence.

The drizzle continued, and the quiet street was suddenly filled with the flashing of swords and sabers, and it was cold and murderous with the appearance of Ding Jingcheng.

Zhao Wumian and the others were not panicked. They just dismounted calmly and patted the horses' bellies. The two human-like horses immediately neighed loudly and rushed out of the street... No one at the scene tried to stop them. They all hoped that Zhao Wumian and the others would abandon their horses.

But such behavior is tantamount to proving that Zhao Wumian did not want to escape, but intended to fight Ding Jingcheng and others to the end.

Ding Jingcheng's expression did not change. He bowed gently to Zhao Wumian, "My Lord is very courageous. Even if I don't mention your amazing deeds in recent days, the name 'Xiao Yuankong' alone is enough to make me treat it with caution. I wish I could drain the bones of the Holy Church and pull out all its fighting power to encircle and suppress it... As for whether it will be exposed..."

Ding Jingcheng smiled faintly, "Even if you become Weiming Hou, you are still Xiao Yuankong... I know you won't run away, you will only think of killing us all with one knife and then running away."

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows slightly. Since he learned his identity, Ding Jingcheng was the first person who could call him by his real name.

He glanced at Ding Jingcheng, his palm on the hilt of the knife, "You brought so many people with you. To be frank, you are still afraid in your heart. You are also one of the former Five Mountains, but you still want to win by manpower... But from what you said, you were one of the people who gave me the Cold Jade Gu and were chasing me years ago?"

Ding Jingcheng looked at Zhao Wumian with a hint of surprise. "You're asking even though you already know the answer? The old man and the leader beat you to the point of death, but you escaped... But with the Cold Jade Gu, Wu Kui can also be killed. I thought you were dead, but now you've got some bad luck... But if I can kill you once, I can kill you twice, too."

As he spoke, a hint of surprise appeared in Ding Jingcheng's eyes again.

Zhao Wumian had already communicated with the bridge of heaven and earth, but now it seems... how did he finally achieve unity between heaven and man? Was it because he was too seriously injured and his martial arts skills were completely wasted, so he had to start from scratch?
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanmu's almond-shaped eyes narrowed, and Guan Yunshu's expression also turned cold.

They all knew that the reason why Zhao Wumian became what he was now was because someone had plotted against him. Now that they saw the real culprit, their aura suddenly turned cold, especially Xiao Yuanmu... There was a 99% chance that Zhao Wumian didn't remember her now because of the guy in front of him.

Xiao Yuanmu gritted his teeth and looked at Ding Jingcheng coldly.

Choke————

For some reason, the long sword on Ding Jingcheng's waist suddenly came out half an inch. He gripped the hilt tightly with his hand, a look of surprise on his face... He was forced to draw the sword instinctively because of Xiao Yuanmu's murderous aura.

He looked Zhao Wumian up and down, and couldn't tell whether the murderous aura came from Zhao Wumian or Xiao Yuanmu... Mainly, he couldn't believe that the murderous aura came from the little girl in front of Zhao Wumian.

What a joke! Ding Jingcheng can beat Wudamu, the current number one in the world, in a few moves... Even when Wudamu was ten years old, it was impossible for him to have this murderous aura that made him feel dangerous, so how could that little girl have that?

No matter how hard Ding Jingcheng thought, he couldn't guess that this little girl was Xiao Yuanmu... After all, this fact was truly horrifying.

Zhao Wumian was so angry that he laughed that he didn't expect that the enemy he had been looking for for many days would show up at his doorstep.

He stroked the handle of Wuhen's knife calmly, "You'd better kill me today, otherwise the so-called Western Region Holy Church will be exterminated from the world in a few days."

"Anyone can say harsh words, but the person I almost beat to death was you, not me." Ding Jingcheng snorted coldly.

Just hearing these words, Xiao Yuanmu found it difficult to think, and his mind was full of thoughts about how to kill Ding Jingcheng.

Guan Yunshu, on the contrary, became calmer. He looked around and saw people standing on the eaves of the houses on both sides of the long street. Needless to say, they must be masters. The Hu people and the prostitutes on the terrace, seeing the siege, were not panicked at all. Instead, they knelt there and watched quietly.

She glanced at Meng Po, "Meng Po of the Western Region Holy Cult... back then she was trying to rob people in Longquan... I guess she wanted to kill Zhao Wumian then, right?"

Meng Po was silent for a few seconds, wanting to say that this lord didn't want to kill him at the beginning, and he still doesn't want to kill him today... But at this moment, the sword lights and shadows were solemn and silent, and no further explanation was needed.

She stood up calmly.

Zhao Wumian tilted his head and looked at her.

Meng Po didn't know why she didn't dare to look at him. She always felt that she seemed to be sorry for him... But as a member of the Holy Religion, Changshan didn't attack him, didn't launch a sneak attack on him on the Longquan ship, and she let him go twice in succession. How could she be sorry for Zhao Wumian?
If what Zhao Wumian said and did had not really suited her taste, Meng Po would have killed him long ago... But no matter how much she thought about it now, it was all false.

Since Meng Po has come here, it is impossible for her to surrender.

Zhao Wumian's feelings towards Meng Po are also very complicated. Unlike Lady Canghua, she is a demon woman who has entangled with him many times but has never attacked him for various reasons.

Logically speaking, the two should have beaten each other's brains out when they met, but Zhao Wumian didn't have much hostility towards her. He asked, "Did you team up with Ding Jingcheng to kill me back then?"

Meng Po shook her head calmly, "It's impossible for the Holy Church to be without someone in charge... I know they went out to kill people, but I didn't know that the person they killed was you."

There was no need for Meng Po to say more about this... She was about to draw her sword and attack? What was the point of saying this? Did she hope Zhao Wumian would show mercy to her later?
Zhao Wumian was slightly speechless when he heard this, but he asked, "Can you understand me this time? In just a few days, have you learned the Central Plains Mandarin?"

Guan Yunshu and Xiao Yuanmu looked at Zhao Wumian and then at Meng Po.

Meng Po said nothing, but pursed her lips and sneered, "No point in saying more."

After saying that, she threw the jade flute in her hand off the terrace. The jade flute hit the ground and was smashed into pieces, making a crisp "clang" sound.

Just as he finished speaking, a muffled sound suddenly came from the long street, and the floor tiles exploded instantly.

Zhao Wumian suddenly drew his sword from its sheath, and the Star-Picking Sword slid out a white line in the rain, attacking Ding Jingcheng's neck.

Xiao Yuanmu originally wanted to deal with Ding Jingcheng together with Zhao Wumian, but Meng Po was watching him closely, and this witch seemed to have a story with Zhao Wumian... What? Was she trying to toast me?

Xiao Yuanmu rushed towards Meng Po. Meng Po was surprised, but also slightly relaxed... Hey, there is no need to attack Zhao Wumian?
Guan Yunshu attacked the surrounding masters, intending to deal with these filling-line babies first and then help to fight the enemy...

(End of this chapter)