Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 314: The Dragon's Head
The night wind was blowing, and the lights in the capital were just coming on, shrouding the rain in a hazy layer of bright yellow light. At the end of Bailu Street, the area around Zeng Lengyue's ten-foot pavilion and the lake were a little dim, with only scattered river lanterns floating on the lake.

There was a faint moonlight on the far distant skyline, but it was blocked by the rain, so even the moon could not be seen clearly. One could only barely see a pale ball of light.

Many worldly people gathered around the lake, sighing and lamenting because they could not go in to spend money. A warrior with good eyesight rubbed his eyes, jumped to a high place and looked across the lake, squinting his eyes and asked in surprise: "Is there anyone at Zeng Lengyue's door?"

"Ah? The emperor has specifically ordered the seal, who dares to get close..."

"There is indeed a figure..."

The imperial guards who were on guard around the lakeside were also slightly stunned and looked around intently.

The drizzle was falling, and a thin mist was floating on the surface of the lake. In front of Zeng Lengyue's gate, the actual headmaster of Wugong Mountain and the imperial court's Weiming Hou stood opposite each other, and the atmosphere was solemn and murderous.

Zhao Wumian did not bring any weapons with him. He stared intently at the Taoist priest in front of him. What he was thinking in his heart was that before he could only rely on Dongxuan, Chief Constable Su and others to contain Gui Yuan, but now, half a year has passed, he can confront Gui Yuan head-on without being at a disadvantage.

That’s right... He is now the leader of the sword.

Time is like running water.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, so don't blame me for being unsportsmanlike and bullying the elderly later," he said in a deep voice.

Gui Yuan's long black and white hair, which was neatly tied up with a hair crown and hung behind his shoulders, fluttered in the wind. His eyes were cold. He had been unhappy with Zhao Wumian for a long time. Now Xiao Yuanmu's action was only the fuse. Hearing this, he sneered:
"Weiming Hou? Sword Master? The Sword Master here? No matter how many titles you have, if you don't have good martial arts, you are just a silver spear tip. It's because of you that I couldn't get a sword master plaque. Let's give it a try today and break the sword master. When I call myself the top ten martial arts master in the future, how many people in the martial arts world will not recognize me?"

As he spoke, Gui Yuan spat out another mouthful of blood foam, but he smiled happily, "Don't think that you will hold back just because you are a royal Taoist priest. We Taoists only care about one thought."

Zhao Wumian did not respond. He was not the type to make harsh remarks before a battle. He only said a few words when Jiannan saw Ding Jingcheng was emotional.

Zhao Wumian was not angry at being provoked, but Su Qingqi felt unhappy. She picked up Zhao Wumian's Wuhen Knife from the weapon rack in the hall and slapped the handle with her delicate little hand, "Young Master, take the knife!"

call out----

The Wuhen Sword and its scabbard suddenly pierced through the rain curtain, like a lightless arrow drawing a black light in the rain, and passed by Guiyuan's side.

Gui Yuan did not intercept him. As a veteran martial arts master, he had his own composure and did not care what weapon Zhao Wumian used.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand lightly and easily grasped the hilt of the flying knife. In an instant, Ye Yu felt his sharp edge revealed.

Even Master Gui Yuan felt as if he had been stabbed in the back. He laughed loudly, straightened his body and suddenly rushed forward. His speed was not fast, but his steps seemed to contain some kind of charm.

Zhao Wumian couldn't recognize it. He had never seen the original Master Guishou use it. He was secretly on guard and drew his sword.

Boom————

The wooden floor in front of Zeng Lengyue's door had not yet cracked, but the lake water on both sides of the floor suddenly rose into the air as if a heavy object had fallen. After all, it was his own property, and Zhao Wumian didn't want to destroy anything, so he fell into the lake with his qi.

The Wuhen scabbard was still in the air, but Zhao Wumian had already broken through the rain curtain with the knife in both hands and passed a few steps away in the blink of an eye. The back of the knife hit Guiyuan Zhenren's chest directly. The speed was so fast that sparks from the blade sliding across the scabbard were still in the air, which had not yet been extinguished by the raindrops.

Ever since the battle with Yangshe Congyun, Zhao Wumian's fast sword has reached a new realm. The only person in the world who can catch up with him in this level of fast sword is Wudamu and Xiao Yuanmu who have a lack of hard power, and himself who will be the bridge between heaven and earth in the future.

Zhao Wumian was thinking of Gui Yuan's injury. Although he did not dare to underestimate the martial arts master, he could not kill him either, so he used the back of the knife.

Even Gui Yuan Zhenren was secretly shocked by this speed. Before the knife even touched the body, the strong wind around the blade was like a bone scraper, giving a full sense of oppression.

Guiyuan stepped back lightly with his boots, leaned back, and moved his left hand forward to control the blade, while his right hand moved from bottom to top to slap Zhao Wumian's jaw.

But the reason why the sharp knife is so sharp is that even if ordinary people react, they will not be able to catch it. Gui Yuan is not an ordinary person, but he is injured, so his movements are inevitably slow.

Zhao Wumian increased his speed a bit more, and the blade slid into Gui Yuan's chest. With a muffled "bang", the clothes on Gui Yuan's back suddenly tore open, revealing a thin hole that was as long and narrow as the blade's blade. It was obvious that the energy was condensed in one place without any leakage.

But even though he hit the target with his sword, Zhao Wumian did not feel happy at all, because he once again felt the sticky feeling he had when fighting with Gui Shou... It did not feel like he had hit a human body, but rather like he had hit a circle of cotton.

As for unloading force, he was very familiar with it, but the more familiar he was with it, the more he realized how magical Gui Yuan's technique was.

Gui Yuan's expression did not change at all, as if the person who was hit was not him. His body, which was originally leaning backward, suddenly moved forward like a tumbler, and it was as if the whole world was pulling him up. Even to the naked eye, there was an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

The speed of his right hand that was slapping Zhao Wumian's jaw increased a bit. Although this palm was light and powerless, the martial arts of Wugong Mountain were all about combining hardness and softness. If Zhao Wumian was slapped on a place like the jaw, he would probably bleed from all seven orifices and faint on the spot.

Even the outer disciples of Wugong Mountain know the Bagua Youshen Palm, but the same palm technique has obviously different effects in the hands of different people.

But Gui Yuan's martial arts were not bad, so was Zhao Wumian weak? He relied on his extreme speed and stepped back. His jaw barely brushed against Gui Yuan's palm. Before he could retreat to the distance of the knife, he loosened the knife handle with one hand, raised his fist, clenched it, and smashed it. In the blink of an eye, he smashed a cannon fist into Gui Yuan's face without any gap.

A hole was suddenly smashed in the rain curtain near the fist, and a strong wind blew violently. The hair crown on Gui Yuan's head suddenly broke with a "crack", and his black and white hair flew backwards.

"I'm still not as good as the boxing champion." Gui Yuan's expression remained unchanged, he said secretly in his heart, and swung out his palm to block Zhao Wumian's fist.

The powerful force passed through his body, causing Gui Yuan's sleeves to bulge outwards. He took this opportunity to grab Zhao Wumian's forearm.

Zhao Wumian had not fought enough in Wugong Mountain. For such a long time, he had only fought with Gui Shou Zhenren and lacked certain experience. Facing this group of Taoists, the most taboo thing for him was close combat.

Zhao Wumian's forearm was grabbed, and before he could break free, the world in front of his eyes suddenly spun, and an inexplicable force came through his forearm, turning him upside down and smashing him headfirst onto the wooden floor.

And he didn't even see how Gui Yuan did it.

Hitting his head on the ground would not only look embarrassing but would actually not hurt him. However, one of his forearms was restrained, and if nothing was done to stop it, his arm would be cut off by Gui Yuan in the next instant.

Shen Xiangge in the hall saw this scene, her face changed slightly, and she couldn't help but want to take action. She didn't know that Zhao Wumian also knew the "Liu Wujin". In her opinion, if the arm was disabled, it would take several months to heal.

She did not accompany Zhao Wumian closely when he was traveling around the world, and she obviously lacked understanding of his strength.

This was not the first time that Zhao Wumian had the experience of being beaten to the ground in a fight. It was the same when he fought with Master Guishou in Qinfeng Village.

But he is not the same person he was before.

Zhao Wumian snorted coldly, and suddenly stabbed the knife-holding hand downwards into the floor tile, using it as leverage. He clamped Gui Yuan's neck with his legs like a vise and twisted his waist and abdomen violently.

bang——

Before Gui Yuan could twist Zhao Wumian's hand off, his feet left the ground, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if Zhao Wumian had thrown him heavily to the ground as a punishment.

Boom————

The floor cracked instantly, leaving a hole. Gui Yuan continued to move forward and sank into the lake. The lake water once again shot up into the sky like a fountain, while Gui Yuan shot down two meters before barely releasing its force.

Gui Yuan is strong in soft power and he is obviously not the type with a strong physique. In terms of physique alone, Tang Weiyu is stronger than him.

The wanderers around the lake were in an uproar. There was actually someone there, and they were fighting... Who was it?! Such a big fight, do you think you are the best martial artist?!

Zhao Wumian bounced up on the ground smoothly and took the time to glance at his forearm. There were five cuts on the sleeve of his white robe, and five bruises were visible on his skin. He felt a stinging pain.

He withdrew his gaze and looked up, and saw a soaking wet figure breaking out of the water, splashing water everywhere. He left no room for maneuver, swung his sword horizontally, and rushed forward suddenly.

A hole was broken in the splashing water, and the water droplets flying in the air swirled to both sides along a flash of knife light. Gui Yuan had just rushed out of the water when he saw the splashing water with a flash of knife light sweeping past his eyes neatly.

It was still the back of the knife, and the blade was still useless, but at this moment Gui Yuan obviously couldn't continue to relieve the force, as if he was suddenly pulled down by a whip and hit the water again.

Boom!

The majestic energy was released unreservedly in the lake. A deafening explosion sounded on the quiet lakeside. The water splashed in the air again. A semicircle over ten feet long appeared on the calm lake surface. The river lanterns flashing yellow light were all submerged by the surging water. There was no light on the lake surface anymore. The surging lake water rushed up to Zeng Lengyue, and the hall was flooded.

Zhao Wumian had no intention of killing Gui Yuan, so he kept using the back of his sword, treating the sword as a stick. He wanted to pull Gui Yuan into the lake and then attack him the moment he came out of the water, but Gui Yuan used this to leverage his strength when he hit the lake surface. After releasing his energy downwards, his body suddenly rebounded, and with an Iron Mountain Lean move, he crashed into Zhao Wumian's arms like a ghost.

Gui Yuan knew that he was facing the Sword Master, so he had to fight him in close combat so that he couldn't swing his sword.

Zhao Wumian knew that Guiyuan's force unloading technique was awesome, but he didn't expect that even when he hit it with all his strength, he could use the lake water to unload the force, and even use the force to rush forward. Damn, if it was so awesome, when would he use the air to unload the force?

Just from this one move, Zhao Wumian knew that he was indeed far behind Guiyuan in terms of soft power.

But with Zhao Wumian's sword, he was able to detect Gui Yuan's movements. He was on guard, and when he saw Gui Yuan rushing towards him, he met him with his shoulders without hesitation.

bang————

Both of them were in mid-air, their shoulders collided, but the powerful energy did not suddenly explode to separate them.

Guiyuan's physique was much weaker than Zhao Wumian's who had activated the Demon Blood Solution. He flew backwards as soon as he made contact. However, he seemed to go against the inertia of mechanics and his shoulders were still tightly attached to Zhao Wumian. As soon as he showed a tendency to fly backwards, he sent his Qi into Zhao Wumian's body with his backhand.

"The stars are changing!" Zhao Wumian didn't expect to see Murong Fu's signature skill in this old man, but after carefully sensing it with the sword, he realized that this is actually a kind of Tai Chi, and the essence is to use the opponent's force to counter attack.

Zhao Wumian's Tai Chi was figured out by himself after a fight with Guishou Zhenren, and after rubbing the red silk of Naraku for a long time. Compared with the orthodox martial arts of Guiyuan, it is obviously a wild way. I didn't know that Tai Chi could be used in this way.

But martial arts has always been about two things: "horizontal" and "vertical". Whoever wins is the orthodox one.

Zhao Wumian also used his Tai Chi skills, learned as he watched, and sent the energy back.

Gui Yuan's eyes flashed with surprise. Are you playing the buck? What kind of talent is this? No, no, I've heard that Zhao Wumian knows Tai Chi. He should have known this a long time ago...

The mighty Qi flowed around the two people, and raindrops swirled around them, forming a Tai Chi fish under the hazy moonlight. However, Zhao Wumian's Tai Chi was obviously still a little short of the Return to Origin. After only two seconds of stalemate, his body flew backwards and smashed into the lake like a cannonball. "Puff——"

But the person who flew out was Zhao Wumian, and Gui Yuan vomited blood instead. It was impossible for the Qi energy circulating around his body without some dissipation, which would cause him internal injuries... Under normal circumstances, this internal injury would indeed not be a big deal, but Gui Yuan was already injured at this moment.

The brute force brought by Zhao Wumian's strong physique was used against him by Gui Yuan in the same way, causing Zhao Wumian to sink into the lake for an unknown distance. He could even see the soft mud layer at the bottom of the lake and the fish that were scared away in the lake.

In Zeng Lengyue, a large group of girls gathered together, all looking stunned, "Young Master lost?"

Xiao Yuanmu waved his round fan, his expression did not change, "I used my own weakness to attack the enemy's strength, and I suffered a small loss."

With one move, Zhao Wumian was thrown into the lake. Gui Yuan's expression remained unchanged as he landed. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, glanced at the surging lake, lightly touched the surface of the lake with his toes, and flew away.

There was no need for him and Zhao Wumian to fight to the death.

Zhao Wumian wanted to stop him, so he wanted to prove that if he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

Zhao Wumian can’t do it, the imperial court can’t do it, even if the army comes in person, it won’t do it.

This is his self-esteem and pride as a martial arts master, and it is also the choice that all martial arts masters will make.

But if we continue to fight, we will be injured and bleed to death before we are defeated. It is better to leave quickly. It will be enough to teach Zhao Wumian a lesson.

I am injured. If I want to get the plaque of Daokui in this situation...it is not the right time.

Zhao Wumian is indeed not a pushover.

Gui Yuan tapped the lake surface with his toes a few times and flew up dozens of feet in the blink of an eye. After a few seconds, the lake surface gradually calmed down. But at this moment, something strange happened suddenly. The calm lake water suddenly became turbulent, and it seemed as if there was a ferocious beast roaring in the lake.

Gui Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, realizing that Zhao Wumian had no intention of letting him go so easily. He sneered and thought that young people were indeed full of youthful vigor.

He had no intention of flying upwards, in case he fell into an awkward position with nowhere to gain support, and continued to stay on the lake as if he were walking on flat ground.

No matter how strong the soft power is, if you want to unload the force you need an object to rely on... But Gui Yuan felt that the lake water under his feet was gathering towards the center of the lake at a very fast speed, forming a water vortex.

Gui Yuan instinctively sensed that something was wrong and tried to concentrate to carefully sense Zhao Wumian's position, but Zhao Wumian was relying on the sword, so he really couldn't sense anything. He only knew that Zhao Wumian seemed to be trying to mobilize the lake water, which was the center of the vortex.

But what's the point of creating such a water vortex? Guiyuan can't dive down...

Gui Yuan pondered for a second and then lightly tapped the lake surface with his toes and walked towards the shore. It would be better to avoid the enemy's sharp edge first.

The moonlight ball outside the horizon hung high behind Gui Yuan. The hazy moonlight passed through his figure and cast circles of pale halos on the lake in front of him.

Boom————

There was a sudden deafening roar behind him, and Gui Yuan saw that the sparkling lake in front of him suddenly darkened, as if some huge monster was blocking the moonlight.

Gui Yuan looked back in astonishment, only to see Zhao Wumian rising into the sky in a white robe, his sword long gone, his tall figure bent like a full moon, as if he was holding a nine-foot spear and smashing down from above... But what he was holding was not a spear, but a dragon python made of lake water!
Gui Yuan was horrified. He could tell at a glance that this was a product of pure soft energy. But how much internal energy was needed to mobilize such a large amount of lake water!? How strong a physique was needed!? Was Zhao Wumian crazy!?

From his perspective, the young man in white robe raised his hands high and leaned back, and behind him was a water column that rushed up dozens of feet into the night sky. A hazy ball of light on the horizon was reflected on the top of the water column. At first glance, it looked like a dragon's head. The moonlight reflected circles of pale halos around the water dragon, as if they had become scales!

"Try to release the force again!?"

Zhao Wumian had a ferocious expression, and with the posture of splitting Mount Hua with force, his Qi force pulled the water dragon python behind him and smashed it down violently, and the majestic Qi force also poured down with it!

Boom————

A sudden sound like thunderclap sounded in front of Zeng Lengyue in the rain. The travelers around the lakeshore saw a towering column of water suddenly falling to the ground, like a dragon or python rolling on the ground. A groove of unknown length suddenly exploded on the surface of the lake, and the lake water rushed up to the sky to form huge waves, almost completely covering Zeng Lengyue in the center of the lake.

Those who have lived by the sea felt their legs go limp and their thighs tremble, "Sea, tsunami!?"

"run!"

Just as a few horrified voices were heard, huge waves swept ashore and suddenly submerged the crowd, but it was not a tsunami after all, and the distance was far, so it only soaked the tourists who were watching the excitement on the lakeside. Occasionally, a few unlucky ones had their saliva filled with them, and a fish appeared in their mouths without knowing when.

Crash————

After the biggest wave fell, the remaining scattered water splashes fell down. Not to mention the surrounding areas of the lakeshore, even the Gurong River on Bailu Street was affected. The calm river surface suddenly became turbulent, and the boaters on the cruise ship lost their balance and fell off the boat. They were shocked and speechless.

With Zeng Lengyue as the center, the streets within a few miles were silent for a moment, and then the whole street was in an uproar.

Zeng Lengyue naturally also went into the water. The girls were frightened and screamed. Xiao Yuanmu blinked his eyes, not understanding why Zhao Wumian was so angry. If he continued with this move, he would not be able to recover without a few days of rest.

Shen Xiangge stood directly on the small table, not acting like a lady from an aristocratic family at all, and raised her arms and shouted, "Well done!"

Gui Yuan, who was hit head-on by the dragon python, vomited blood the moment he made contact and was smashed to the bottom of the lake, leaving a big hole in the soft mud at the bottom of the lake. But before he could stand firm, he saw a sharp blade in the water suddenly falling vertically from the surface of the lake and also falling into the mud at the bottom of the lake.

A horizontal sword was stuck upside down on a huge rock in the ground.

Zhao Wumian grasped the hilt of the knife with his backhand and glanced sideways at Gui Yuan, who was ten feet away from him, in the turbulent lake water. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and turned into blood mist in the water, but his expression was still cold and he did not look weak at all.

boom----

There was another loud noise on the lake, as if gunpowder exploded in the lake. Then a figure rushed out of the water like an arrow, flew backwards, and smashed into a house diagonally upwards, then continued to move forward and smashed several walls, causing countless screams!

Gui Yuan was like a broken sack that smashed countless walls before he adjusted his posture. He suddenly slapped his palm backwards and hit the wall behind him. The wall was not damaged at all, but his body suddenly stopped and landed lightly on the ground, looking very cool.

Choke————

But a ray of cold light followed closely behind, piercing through the rubble in the sky, crossing an unknown distance of several feet in the blink of an eye, and suddenly pierced towards Guiyuan!
"The old Taoist admits defeat!"

Pfft————

The sound of flesh and blood entering the body could be heard.

The sword pierced Gui Yuan's shoulder and went through his body. Zhao Wumian obviously used all his strength. Although he forced open the vital point, under the effect of inertia, he still smashed Gui Yuan backwards and crashed through the wall.

"Hey, I can still recall the battle between Wei Ming Hou Jiannan and Ding Jingcheng, one of the former Five Mountains, and the spear leader Chen Qiyuan, who fought for three hundred battles..." In a teahouse, the storyteller was holding a wooden stick with a brilliant lotus in his mouth, while the seated spectators were concentrating with melon seeds in their hands.

At this moment, the wall of the teahouse suddenly shattered. Zhao Wumian held the knife in both hands and led Gui Yuan forward like a wild bull, smashing countless tables and chairs along the way. He then nailed Gui Yuan to the wall on the other side of the teahouse before he barely eased his strength.

Crash----

At this moment, water was still falling on the lake in the distance, making a slight muffled sound.

The storyteller and the guests in the teahouse stared at the two men with wide eyes and horror on their faces. They were so stunned that they couldn't react at all.

call----

Gui Yuan clamped the blade with both hands, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he gasped heavily.

Zhao Wumian was soaked all over, his hair stuck to his face, he gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his chest was beating like a drum, and he was also panting.

The teahouse fell into an eerie silence.

Zhao Wumian had obviously overdrawn his body just now. It took him a while to regain the strength to speak, "Do you accept it?"

Gui Yuan's blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth and wet his shirt. He said intermittently: "Fuck him, you deserve to be the leader of swords! You deserve to be the Marquis of Weiming! I, I am convinced! Why not... This is how the martial arts world is. I can't beat you now..."

"Tell the truth about the Sheath!" Zhao Wumian clenched his teeth, his voice seeming to come out of his throat.

"Old, what the old Taoist said is true! Whether the Marquis believes it or not, you will know it after checking!"

Pfft————

Zhao Wumian drew out his sword, leaving a trace of blood. He held the sword with his backhand and clamped the blade with his arm, then pulled it sideways to wipe off the blood. He then put the sword behind his waist, but forgot that he didn't bring a sheath, so he simply held the sword with his backhand and put it against his spine.

The surroundings were still dead silent. The area around the teahouse was gradually filled with people, but it was still dead silent.

The guards that Luo Chaoyan arranged to be on guard near Zeng Lengyue hurried over. Someone recognized Zhao Wumian's identity and was shocked, not daring to speak.

"Take him to the Imperial Hospital to help with his healing. Call Chief Constable Su over. Governor Xu might have gotten into trouble outside the capital. Ask him to take people to investigate." Zhao Wumian briefly instructed the guards, then glanced at Gui Yuan, who was slumped on the ground, and continued:

"This is the return of Wugong Mountain. If he wants to escape, he can lead his troops to attack Wugong Mountain... This matter is decided by this Marquis."

After he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian suddenly remembered something and took out a few wet banknotes from his sleeve, placed them on the ground, and pressed them down with stones. He bowed slightly to the stunned teahouse owner and walked away. His white robe gradually became dim in the wind and rain.

After Zhao Wumian left, the storyteller came back to his senses and stammered:
"Wei, Wei Minghou fought with Master Guiyuan from Wugong Mountain for three, three hundred rounds..."

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