Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 301: The Prince and the Demoness
"Keep barking? Am I not your defeated opponent?!"

The deep blood feud between Zhao Wumian and Ding Jingcheng made it rare for him to start swearing at each other before the fight was over.

He held a horizontal sword in his hand, his skin was slightly red, white air was escaping, and the sword light was like rain. Ding Jingcheng barely held on with a short sword and his fist and palm skills. In just a few breaths, blood splattered on his body and he barely protected his vitals.

Chen Qiyuan strode forward and thrust his spear forward. Ding Jingcheng was attacked from both sides and had no way to avoid it. He could only use his short sword as a support and use soft strength to block the spear. Zhao Wumian found a gap and pushed his sword forward to slash, leaving a line of blood on Ding Jingcheng's chest.

"drink!"

Ding Jingcheng's eyes were bloodshot, his potential exploded between life and death. He gritted his teeth and held on, raised his hand back to slightly gather strength, then suddenly thrust forward and smashed his fist hard on the gun barrel of Chen Qiyuan, knocking him several feet away and leaving two extremely long grooves on the ground.

At this moment, Mu Bugui suddenly disappeared and was surrounded by Zhao Wumian and Chen Qiyuan. Even if he could still hold on for now, he would be beaten to death sooner or later... It was really a cycle of fate. Zhao Wumian was also surrounded by him and the leader in the past...

But Ding Jingcheng still had hope... Zhao Wumian was not a serious martial arts master, and he had not communicated with the bridge of heaven and earth. He only needed to wait for his Heavenly Demon Blood Release to be completed, and the situation of the battle could be reversed immediately.

It is not difficult to kill the powerless Zhao Wumian and then escape from Chen Qiyuan's gun...

Zhao Wumian knew what Ding Jingcheng was thinking, and he attacked like a tiger. He drew a blood line with one slash of his sword, and without waiting to draw his sword back to cut again, he stepped forward again, hunched his chest and abdomen, and raised his fist to smash a hole in the rain.

Ding Jingcheng's fist and palm skills can be regarded as the best in martial arts. He bent his knees and lowered his elbows, stepped on the ground with one foot, and clamped Zhao Wumian's fist with his knees and elbows. However, there was a clear sound of bone cracking, and his body slid backwards uncontrollably.

Choke————

Suddenly, the sound of swords rang out, and the loud sound spread throughout Jiannan.

The timing of the sword strike was extremely tricky, aiming directly at the vital point at the back of Ding Jingcheng's heart.

Ding Jingcheng's pupils shrank, and relying entirely on his martial arts instinct, his body was like yellow sand as he suddenly dodged to the side. The next moment, a bloody blade pierced Ding Jingcheng's chest. If he had reacted slower, it would have pierced his heart.

He didn't look back but knew that another martial arts master appeared behind him. He didn't even make a move to look back, for fear of wasting time. He stomped his boots on the ground and ran towards Meng Po like a ghost. The sword left his body, leaving a trail of blood in the air.

Zhao Wumian was stunned when he saw the graceful figure in white behind Ding Jingcheng. He never expected to see his master here. But he couldn't say anything at this moment. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out all the strength in his body, chasing in the direction of Ding Jingcheng, "Why did you run away? Ah!? The Five Mountains in front? The dog that lost its home was barking wildly just now!?"

Ding Jingcheng is now at this age, and obviously no longer has the hot-blooded attitude he had when he was young. He simply ignores this provocation... Just now he could have waited a little longer and bided his time, but if he waited any longer now, he would really be beaten to death.

At this time, having one more martial arts master would mean a qualitative change.

He racked his brains but couldn't understand how the three martial masters on his side could lose? Wasn't his preparation thorough enough?

Can’t he still win this fight?!

Where did Mu Bugui go?!
But now that things have come to this, there is nothing to say. The most important thing is to stay alive.

There are only three martial arts champions in the Western Region Holy Church. It is impossible for Meng Po to sit back and watch Ding Jingcheng being beaten to death by Zhao Wumian. She gritted her teeth and wielded her sword to force Xiao Yuanmu away, and helped Ding Jingcheng escape to the outside of Jiannan City. With their lightness skills, they definitely don't need to use horses if they really want to escape.

Xiao Yuanmu wanted to intercept her, but in her current state, she could only hold Meng Po for such a long time, which was already her limit. She could barely hold her back, but it was a pipe dream to really hold Wu Kui, who was only trying to escape.

At the alley not far from the center of the Jiannan battle, Shi Shoujin had been watching the battle. Seeing that Ding Jingcheng was defeated, he could only curse inwardly "Fuck him" and hurriedly turned around and left.

But a flash of sword light suddenly shot out from the rain, with a white line of water light at the end, and it suddenly pierced into his heart at a speed that Shi Shoujin had no time to react to.

Pfft————

Shi Shoujin's martial arts skills were actually quite good, but he still had no ability to resist the sword. As soon as he turned around, blood suddenly spurted out of his heart, and then his body was dragged by the sword and nailed to a wall.

"Ho ho-"

Blood flowed from the corner of Shi Shoujin's mouth. He looked back in disbelief. Guan Yunshu appeared behind him from nowhere, with her long hair swaying gently in the rain.

"How did you..."

Guan Yunshu raised his hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, and twisted it suddenly, not even giving him a chance to speak. He completely cut off his last chance of life and then drew out the sword.

Plop————

Shi Shoujin fell to the ground with surprise and horror in his eyes.

The rain washed away the blood on the sword. Guan Yunshu silently looked at the word "wine" and the crooked word "sleep" on the sword. For some reason, he sighed softly.

This word "wine" should be the wine that I have only heard of from other people, right?
After the Qingxu Sword was knocked away by Ding Jingcheng, Guan Yunshu picked it up, and then he saw the sneaky Shi Shoujin...

She raised her hand and waved the sword lightly, sweeping away the blood on the sword. She didn't care about Shi Shoujin, the "little shrimp of the Holy Church", at all, and turned away.

Shi Shoujin probably never thought that he would be stabbed to death like a stray dog ​​on the roadside, and the person who stabbed him was not Zhao Wumian...

Shi Shoujin felt depressed, but so what?
On the other side, Zhao Wumian's eyes were red. The culprit who caused him to lose his memory was right in front of him. It was obvious that he wanted to hit him. He used his lightness skills to move over a distance of more than ten feet in the blink of an eye to chase and kill him.

"Meng Po wasn't seriously injured. With her protection, she'll be hard to kill..." Xiao Yuanmu took a few breaths, flew to Zhao Wumian's side, and said calmly.

In fact, Zhao Wumian's Demonic Blood Release was almost at its time limit. Blood was oozing out of his mouth and nose while he was running, which was completely draining his body.

If it was only Ding Jingcheng, he could definitely be killed, but with Meng Po added, it would be difficult. This can be seen from the fact that in the capital, the five martial arts masters surrounded Eunuch Lin and Gui Yuan Zhenren without causing any casualties.

With their level of martial arts, if they only want to run away and have the protection of other masters of the same level, it is indeed difficult to kill them... But so what?
Zhao Wumian spat out a mouthful of blood foam, "This guy is the source of the trouble... How could he be allowed to escape so easily?"

Xiao Yuanmu knew Zhao Wumian's personality and nodded slightly. This was very much what she wanted. She had to teach Ding Jingcheng a lesson.

But her condition was not good to begin with, and she had been blocking Meng Po for such a long time. Now she really had no strength left. For a moment, she could not catch up with Zhao Wumian. She had to stop and look at Zhao Wumian's back as he chased her. Her little pouch heaved, and she thought to herself that she didn't know how her body would heal... If they were in their prime, both Meng Po and Ding Jingcheng would have died.

Oh no... There seems to be something wrong with this evil woman Meng Po...

Outside Jiannan City, the rain continued to fall. There was a forest filled with mist and no one was around. It was a rainy day and there was very little moonlight. It was pitch black and difficult to see at a glance, but it was impossible for a martial arts master to hit his head on a tree.

call out----

Three afterimages, two in front and one behind, suddenly flew through the forest, startling many wild beasts in the forest and causing them to scream and lie on the ground trembling... Even though they couldn't see the real owner clearly, the aura of Wu Kui still made these beasts instinctively frightened.

Zhao Wumian was panting, sweating profusely, and his whole body was hot. His body was like a high-speed machine, but his mind was clear. Looking at the afterimage flying in front of him, he was thinking in his heart how to kill Ding Jingcheng.

We have to hurry up, otherwise once the time limit for the Heavenly Demon Blood Release is up...

Zhao Wumian squeezed his internal energy, trying his best to mobilize the Red Silk of Naraku. Under the extreme pursuit, his speed increased little by little... It was purely because his control over the Red Silk of Naraku was greatly improved during the fight, so his speed increased even faster.

Ding Jingcheng couldn't help spitting out blood while flying, sensing that the distance was getting closer. He hadn't felt such a life-and-death crisis for many years... If the stalemate continued, he would be hacked to death in a few minutes. He immediately glanced at Meng Po.

Meng Po and Xiao Yuanmu fought for a while, but neither of them was injured at all, which could be said to be in their prime, while Zhao Wumian consumed a lot of energy...

Meng Po immediately understood what he meant. She bit her silver teeth lightly, stepped lightly on the treetops with her toes, and suddenly turned over. She no longer fled, but faced Zhao Wumian who was chasing her relentlessly.

It's strange to say, the two had met many times before, and they should have fought directly several times, but this was the first time they faced each other head-on.

Choke————

The flash of a knife suddenly appeared in the dark forest.

clang--

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly, raised his sword and fought with Meng Po. Sparks flew and the surrounding birds were startled and flew away. He stopped in the forest with his sword in hand and looked up.

Meng Po was still dressed as a prostitute, standing less than ten steps away from Zhao Wumian, holding a Western Region scimitar, and remained silent.

Boom————

There was a loud thunder, and suddenly it was daytime, brightening the dark forest for a moment.

rustle----

The raindrops whistled past with the night wind, hitting the treetops and branches, making a slight sound.

Zhao Wumian looked past Meng Po and glanced at Ding Jingcheng who was fleeing into the distance. He took a deep breath and said, "You want to stop me..."

Meng Po smiled coldly, "I am Meng Po of the Holy Religion, and you are Wei Ming Hou of the imperial court... If I don't stop you, will I help you kill Ding Jingcheng?"

"Really? That's a pretty cool thing to say, but you didn't make a move at Changshan, and you didn't make a move when I paddled the boat to send you back at Longquan Lake... Now you're making a move against me?"

"I just wanted to test you in Changshan. You helped me force Tong Congdao to retreat at Longquan Lake... The grudge between us has been settled long ago. Don't talk as if there is some unclear relationship between you and me." Meng Po's tone was cold.

She actually felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. Alas, how could she and Zhao Wumian develop into such a situation of fighting with swords? But given their identities, the prince and the witch should have been like this long ago.

She didn't want to kill Zhao Wumian, but her relationship with Zhao Wumian wasn't good enough for him to turn against her at the critical moment... Why should she be so indecisive with tears in her eyes, pretending to be the heroine of a tragic story?

She doesn't have that much drama.

Although many masters of the Holy Church died in this siege, the top combat force has not been damaged... Zhao Wumian did not die either. In Meng Po's opinion, this ending has already satisfied her.

Now all he had to do was to hold Zhao Wumian back for a while, and after Ding Jingcheng escaped, he could escape himself. Then his mission would be accomplished and the matter would be successfully concluded.

Zhao Wumian glanced behind Meng Po again. In fact, even if he was stopped by Meng Po for just a few seconds, it was enough for Ding Jingcheng to run dozens of feet away. It would be very difficult to catch up with him.

He took another deep breath, his heart aching, and looked at Meng Po, "Are you so determined to protect Ding Jingcheng?"

"I wish you could kill him. That old man has always suspected that I have an affair with you, and he is not very likable..." Meng Po said this sincerely. After a pause, she continued, "But do you know what the situation is in the Western Regions?"

Without waiting for Zhao Wumian to answer, Meng Po continued, "The desert is yellow sand, the environment is harsh, and it is inhabited by the Hu people. But ever since you people from the Central Plains started shouting something like 'The whole world belongs to the king', you have invaded our hometown and occupied the land to claim your throne...

Occupy it if you want, I can't beat you, so I have nothing to say, but you can't treat us Hu people as slaves, right? Women are sold to brothels, and those with better looks are sent to the Central Plains in carriages for officials to enjoy, and men are used as free corvée to build city walls, with no food or clothes, no wages, and if they die, they die, anyway, if one Hu person dies, there will be another Hu person..."

"Is our blood naturally inferior and extremely dirty?" Meng Po pursed her lips. Maybe it was because of the sword fight with Zhao Wumian, her heart felt a little bitter. She said the truth, "I know you have an old saying in the Central Plains, 'Those who are not of my race must have different hearts', and you look down on us."

Zhao Wumian was stunned for a moment, and Meng Po also realized that her tone seemed a little wrong... Why should she say this to Zhao Wumian, a prince of the imperial court?

Different positions, different nationalities.

Expecting Zhao Wumian to understand her was pure wishful thinking.

She shook her head slightly, clearing away the emotions in her heart, and said lightly:

"It is true that the Western Regions are in chaos, but no matter how chaotic it is, there must be someone behind it... and the Holy Church in the Western Regions can make us Hu people live like human beings. If we invade the Central Plains and unify the country in the future, I don't intend to follow your example and enslave you, but at least, we can make the Hu people living in the Central Plains live like human beings, right?" After the voice fell, Meng Po realized that she had said too many things that she shouldn't have said to Zhao Wumian, a royal prince of the court, so she stopped talking, silently raised the Western Region scimitar, and said coldly:

"In short, if Ding Jingcheng died, it would be a huge blow to the Holy Church... That night in Changshan, I personally found those hungry little Hu children who hid in the slums to avoid being sold to brothels... Even for them, I can't let you kill Ding Jingcheng."

Meng Po's words were extremely firm. It was true that she hated Ding Jingcheng, but who would act casually based on their emotions when sitting in this position?
In his position, he seeks his government.

Zhao Wumian was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "How many soldiers does the Holy Church have?"

Meng Po was stunned for a moment, then her eyes turned cold, "Do you think I'm stupid? Would I tell you something like this?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian counted on his fingers and said:
"There are 200,000 soldiers in Xiliang and Jin, all of whom are under my command. There are 100,000 private soldiers of the King of Yan, 200,000 soldiers of the Northeastern Yanyun Army, 70,000 private soldiers of the King of Shu, 300,000 soldiers of the Southwestern Army, 250,000 soldiers of the Southeastern Army, 100,000 private soldiers of the King of Yue, and 100,000 central troops directly under His Majesty, and 100,000 navy troops of Chu... These are the forces of the imperial court, I only know the rough number, there are many other miscellaneous armies that I don't know about..."

Meng Po blinked, not understanding why Zhao Wumian suddenly said this.

At this moment, Zhao Wumian continued, "There are also a hundred grandmasters and two martial arts champions directly under the imperial court. I won't even count the martial arts forces like the three sects and six schools that have developed with the help of the imperial court's martial arts champion plaques... With just one million troops, a hundred grandmasters, and two martial arts champions, how do you plan to conquer the world?"

Meng Po hesitated and wanted to say that the Holy Church was a gangster force in the Western Regions, while there was also a king of a different surname in the Western Regions who was appointed by Emperor Taizu Gao. He also had an army... but this was no match for the imperial court.

She shook her head slightly. "These are just data on paper. How can there be a dynasty that will last forever? There are the Rong people in the north, the Baiyue in the south, and the Holy Church in the west. There is always a chance..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Wumian interrupted Meng Po and asked, "Do you know that I am Xiao Yuankong?"

"I know."

"Xiao Yuanmu is my childhood sweetheart. We have been dreaming of overthrowing Dali and recovering Chen Kingdom since we were young, but we have yet to achieve anything... Can the power of your Holy Church be stronger than our Taixuan Palace? Let me put it bluntly, can you, Ding Jingcheng, and that damn leader be as strong as my Yuanmu?"

Meng Po was choked again. In the past, she could confidently say that Xiao Yuanmu was nothing special, but that day in Longquan, Xiao Yuanmu was the only one who defeated her and Lady Canghua, and that was the reality.

"How about I give you an idea?"

Meng Po frowned slightly, "What do you want to say?"

"How about forming alliances? Now that the Rong people have entered the pass, your Holy Church can find a way to fan the flames and make Goguryeo, Baiyue and other countries rise up in arms, and then unite the three sects and six factions in the martial arts world to overthrow Dali? Even if you can't unite the three sects and six factions, you can always try to cooperate with Huanzhen Pavilion, Taixuan Palace, and the three major evil cults, right?"

Meng Po's eyes lit up slightly, "Yes, you are Xiao Yuankong, and you have always wanted to rebel against Li Fuchen, right? Why don't we work together..."

In fact, she had always wanted to recruit Zhao Wumian into the Holy Church to work together... Now it seems obviously impossible, but if they can cooperate and work together for a great cause, why not?

"Cooperation, bullshit!" Why did Zhao Wumian feel that this witch was a little naive? "I am Weiming Hou! The young sword master here, the beloved of the disciple of Xiaoxitian Zhenchuan, and the childhood sweetheart of the master of Taixuan Palace. Why would I cooperate with you? Have you forgotten who surrounded and suppressed me in the first place?"

"Well, then you are the Marquis of Weiming, and you want to rebel against Li Fuchen... Which side are you on? The court or the Taixuan Palace? Don't you think your stance is weird? How can the court princes and rebels hang out together every day?"

Zhao Wumian was stumped by this question, and said, "It's none of your business."

Meng Po's beautiful eyes widened a little, and a nameless anger suddenly rose in her heart. She gritted her teeth and wielded the Western Region scimitar in mid-air at Zhao Wumian, "You are hesitating and distressed yourself, so you take it out on me?"

"In short, the opportunity that your Holy Church is waiting for may take a few years, or even decades..." Zhao Wumian paused for a moment, then looked at Meng Po and said:

"I can't make the decision in the Western Regions, but here in the Central Plains, if you want the Hu people to live like human beings... I can do it now."

Meng Po stood there in a daze. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true... With Zhao Wumian's current position in the court, it might not be possible to accomplish this task overnight, but he definitely had the ability to do so.

Just whisper some words to the emperor today.

Why didn’t I think of cooperating with Zhao Wumian before?

Meng Po was silent for a moment before she asked, "You want to recruit me?"

"Do you know?"

"No, why should I believe you?" Meng Po shook her head slightly.

"Why not give it a try?" Zhao Wumian groped in his sleeve, took out a gold earring, and turned his palm upward to show it to her.

Meng Po blinked, looking surprised, "You still keep it? I thought you threw it all away..."

"Why throw it away? Because it was given by Meng Po?"

"Shouldn't it be thrown away?"

Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "This was given to me by that Hu woman who couldn't understand the Central Plains Mandarin... If I lose it, she will probably kill me with a knife."

"You are such a smooth talker. I won't fall for your tricks." Meng Po snorted coldly. She realized that they had been talking for such a long time that Ding Jingcheng must have already escaped. She immediately decided to leave and took a few steps back. However, she hesitated and looked up at Zhao Wumian. She couldn't help but asked:
"Can you really help our fellow Hu people living in the Central Plains?"

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and tossed the earrings. "You can wait and see. This is a token of my loyalty. When I produce results, it won't be too late for you to consider it again."

"Oh..." Meng Po was indeed tempted. A big part of the reason she joined the Holy Church was for her compatriots.

She turned around and took a few steps forward. She couldn't help but look back at Zhao Wumian, then she withdrew her gaze and prepared to leave in the rain, but Zhao Wumian stopped her, "Wait a minute, witch."

witch?

Meng Po rolled her eyes in a very charming way and looked back at him, "What?"

"Didn't you say that Ding Jingcheng suspected that you had an affair with me? You intercepted me, but you didn't get hurt at all...wouldn't that make him suspicious?"

Meng Po frowned. That was indeed the truth. "Then you can just chop me... that's all. The knife wound will leave a scar. It's better to slap me. If you and I really cooperate in the future, I will be suspected by the Holy Church, which will also be disadvantageous to you... Don't hold back. It's best to use the martial arts you used when fighting with Ding Jingcheng, but don't use too much force. If it hurts too much, I will get angry."

"Are you not afraid that I will slap you to death?"

"Do you think I'm a small fry who can be killed by you at will? You really think I'm not on guard against you? You can't kill me even if you attack me by surprise... If I hadn't shown mercy, how could I have been held back by that little girl? I would have beaten you up together." After the conversation, Meng Po felt much more relaxed at the moment, and she couldn't help but snort a little as she said complacently in her tone.

Zhao Wumian nodded and said, "I gave you a token of loyalty, so you should also give me a token of loyalty, otherwise wouldn't it seem like I am a sucker and a victim?"

"What is a sucker?"

"I am obsessed with you. I am willing to give you my heart and soul without asking for anything in return. You are playing with me at your will."

"It would be nice if you were really like that..." Meng Po whispered to herself, and then asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Let me see your true appearance."

"That's it?" Meng Po muttered and turned her back to prevent Zhao Wumian from seeing her disguised appearance... Her facial features changed when she returned to her original appearance, so she must have looked ugly at certain moments.

She turned around, resting her chin on her palm and looking up slightly, as if she was holding a shy bud about to bloom. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Zhao Wumian looked at her beautiful green eyes that looked like cat's eyes. He did not give a direct answer, but asked: "How many times did you use disguise to approach me secretly in Changshan... Tell me in detail."

"You are a blockhead who doesn't understand romance... three times." Meng Po curled her lips and said impatiently: "The maid from the Yang family who changed your clothes, the old woman who sold noodles in the slums, and the girl from the flower shop who sent you out of the city."

Zhao Wumian nodded in understanding, and with a click, he sheathed his sword and clenched his fist, "Be prepared, this palm strike of mine will probably hurt a lot."

"Hurry up, a man is still hesitating..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian suddenly stepped forward, sucked in his stomach and lifted his chest, with his toes, nose tip and palms forming a straight line. He used the Sword Sect's fist and palm kung fu 'Liuhe Tongbei' that Mu Bugui had used before.

As the young master of the sword here, it is no surprise that Zhao Wumian knows this martial art.

The wind was blowing so hard that a hole was created in the rain curtain. The surrounding branches and leaves were shaking in the strong wind and flying everywhere.

Meng Po felt a little nervous... She was afraid that what Zhao Wumian had just said was all a lie, and that he wanted to hurt her with a palm at this moment, so as to kill this evil woman completely.

She was not afraid of death or injury, but she was afraid that Zhao Wumian would deceive her.

How could she, a demon girl from the Demon Sect, be so gullible and trust others? Firstly, it was because of Zhao Wumian's current status in the court, and he could really help her, but the most important reason was not because she had a little affection for Zhao Wumian during their previous contact?

Being in the Demon Sect, there is never anyone I can talk to in confidence.

She is like this, and so is Lady Canghua.

Now I finally trusted Zhao Wumian once, if I was deceived...

As his mind was turning, the powerful palm suddenly withdrew when it was less than an inch away from Meng Po's lower abdomen, and instead pressed on her lower abdomen as if gently caressing it.

Meng Po blinked, thinking that Zhao Wumian was going to use an inch punch, but the next moment, she saw this hand slide in from the corner of her clothes, spread out five fingers upwards, pinched hard, and then twisted the thumb and index finger...

Meng Po was a Hu person and did not have the habit of wearing a bellyband.

A little bit of vermilion, the first time in my life I was touched by someone...

Meng Po was completely stunned where she stood. Then, after seeing Zhao Wumian pinching and twisting her, she quickly stopped and ran away.

"This is the true token of loyalty! Meng Po! Hahahaha, knowing that Ding Jingcheng is my enemy, you still helped to cover him up. I'm so angry! Don't you have mysophobia? Back then at the Yang family in Changshan, I touched your hand through your clothes, and you immediately washed your hands with rainwater... What are you going to do now?"

"I'll accept the letter of surrender. Wait for my good news."

Zhao Wumian's voice faded away in the rainy night.

Meng Po was still standing there in a daze, her pretty face dull.

After an unknown amount of time, a murderous voice suddenly rang out from the forest.

"Zhao Wumian——————"

The voice was extremely cold and could be heard from miles around.

Ding Jingcheng was not far away and was still thinking about meeting Meng Po. When he heard the voice, he shook his head secretly.

Before, he suspected that Meng Po and Zhao Wumian had an affair... Now it seems that this murderous aura, tut tut tut...

I wish I could eat its flesh alive.

(End of this chapter