Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 344: Wanting to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with it, but it doesn’t look the same. Young man travels

The yard was dusty, and the white horse was worried that its fur would get dirty, so it left the yard on its own, came to the shore, lowered its head and drank the water of the West Lake.

It could vaguely hear two people chatting in the yard behind it.

"Who stole the horse?"

"Two chivalrous knights. When I approached them, they called themselves 'Two Immortals'. I thought they were very skilled in martial arts, but it turned out that it was just because their last name was Xian and they were brothers... I beat them up and threw them into the Detective Department."

"The martial arts world has gone through a hundred years of ups and downs. The only two people with the word 'immortal' in their nicknames are Ji Yingshi and Zhuang Banxian, who are 'below the immortals'... However, Zhuang Banxian was beaten to death by the master of the Jade Palace for no apparent reason, but Ji Yingshi may not be dead."

"Do you know where Ji Yingshi is?"

"How is that possible? I have never seen him. He was an active figure in the previous dynasty and has not appeared in the martial arts world for sixty years. I grew up listening to his legend. He does not need any comments. The phrase 'second only to the immortals' is enough to describe him... Go, change this bucket of water."

"Hey... the yard you live in is really big. How long will it take to clean it?"

"My home is not as good as the imperial palace in the capital. Not only is it magnificent and has beautiful scenery, but there are also palace maids serving you every day..."

"You also want to live in the palace? Leave it to me. Tomorrow I will use my connections to arrange for you to enter the palace as a concubine and serve Marquis Weiming..."

boom--

After a muffled sound, the yard became quiet.

The two arrived in Lin'an in the morning and didn't finish cleaning until the afternoon.

After finishing these chores, Zhao Wumian felt more tired than beating Tong Congdao. He stood in the house holding the teapot and gulped water into his mouth.

Xiao Yuanmu's skirt was covered in dust and was dirty, so she rummaged through the closet for her old clothes to wear.

She may not have lived in this place for a long time, so her bellyband and thin pants had been packed away long ago, leaving only a few outer clothes, but those were the clothes she wore when she grew up, and they were obviously not suitable for her to wear now.

Zhao Wumian put down the teapot and took a long breath, then saw Xiao Yuanmu take out an old white dress. He stood in front of the closet, looking at the dress with a dazed look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

This is the clothes Xiao Yuanmu wore when she was a child, and she can still wear it now.

Zhao Wumian looked at her sideways, and then said, "Put it on. You can't go out to meet people dirty, right?"

"I'll go back to Tinglan Manor later. Who can I meet?"

"You're not hungry after cleaning all morning? Come on, come on, walk with me to Lin'an and have something to eat first."

"No, we agreed to go back to the village to eat. Master is still waiting for us." Xiao Yuanmu shook his head slightly and put down his dress.

Although she looked like a child now, she was still the powerful and mighty master of Taixuan Palace. What was the big deal about wearing her childhood clothes? Was she really admitting that she was old and wanted to regain her youth?
Zhao Wumian looked at her again and asked, "Why don't you wear clean clothes?"

"It's not like I really want to go back to my childhood and wear these clothes. I feel weird inside..."

Xiao Yuanmu closed the wardrobe, left the house and got a basin of water to wash his face.

Zhao Wumian stood there pondering for a few seconds, then walked to the closet and took out the dress. Judging from the style and size, it was probably the dress that Xiao Yuanmu would wear when he was about ten years old.

Xiao Yuanmu wiped her face with a towel. Her chubby little face was rosy. She squinted at Zhao Wumian with disgust.

"Going through a girl's closet... do you have any twisted fetish?"

"Love is the most twisted thing in the world." Zhao Wumian answered casually, and fluttered his dress in the air. There was no dust, and it was still clean. He walked over with the dress and said:
"You have clean clothes but you don't wear them. Are you crazy? I'm just wearing clothes from my childhood. Why are you so resistant... Clothes are just clothes. It's really a fuss to care too much about other things."

Xiao Yuanmu sighed lightly, and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, okay..."

She took the dress and then looked at Zhao Wumian, "Why don't you go out? Do you want to watch me change clothes?"

Zhao Wumian quietly left the room and closed the door. "No one wants to see a child's body."

"That's right, but you just said that love is the most twisted thing." Xiao Yuanmu's voice came faintly from inside the house.

Zhao Wumian's expression lit up with joy. In this world, most people between men and women were reserved and conservative.

Just looking at the girls around Zhao Wumian, it is extremely difficult to hear words like "like" or "love" from them. The most straightforward word he could say is probably "admiration" from his master.

Sometimes when flirting with Luo Chaoyan and Su Qingqi, they would deliberately avoid these words, and even the Queen Mother rarely mentioned them.

It's rare to hear these words from Xiao Yuanmu's mouth.

Not long after, Xiao Yuanmu pushed the door open and walked out. She was wearing a slightly old white dress, but she didn't look tacky at all. Her black hair was scattered around her waist. She had lovely almond eyes, small lips like flower petals, and a pretty face that made people want to hold her in their arms, but her elegant and beautiful temperament made people hesitate.

Zhao Wumian stared at her in fascination, feeling as if he had seen her somewhere before... This was natural, as they had grown up together.

Xiao Yuanmu noticed that Zhao Wumian was staring at him, his eyebrows were frivolous, and the corners of his mouth were smiling. He joked: "Does the twisted love mentioned by Wei Minghou remind you of me?"

"If I can restore my memory just by looking at your childhood attire, then is Naraku Hongsi still worthy of being called Jiu Zhong?"

"In the final analysis, it's just that you don't love me enough..." Xiao Yuanmu snorted coldly, and without waiting for Zhao Wumian to reply, he put his hands behind his waist and walked past him. In fact, he felt quite awkward in his heart.

It's awkward to wear my childhood clothes, and it's even more awkward to say the word "love".

Zhao Wumian was really hungry, and was also curious about Lin'an City, so he followed Xiao Yuanmu and said:

"Now that you've changed your clothes, why don't you accompany me to visit Lin'an City? After all, this is where you and I spent the New Year together before. Who knows, maybe when you see some familiar places, you'll suddenly have some inspiration and your memory will be restored?"

Xiao Yuanmu squinted at him, "How could you possibly recover your memory so easily? Naraku Hongsi is the Nine Bells."

"Actually, I want to know what I did with you in Lin'an before."

Xiao Yuanmu's adorable face showed a hint of helplessness, "Want to know what happened in the past?"

"I want to know if you are wearing black stockings under your skirt..."

"Shut up." Xiao Yuanmu walked out without looking back and left in a huff.

"Oh... even though she wasn't wearing black stockings, she was wearing thin pants at least, right?"

"You can lift my skirt and see." Xiao Yuanmu tapped her pink lips with her finger, glanced sideways at Zhao Wumian, and gave him a coquettish look that all the evil women in the magic sect would give.

"You are such a shameless kid. How can you say such things in public? I'll let your aunt discipline you when you get home later."

The two had already left the yard. On the street, Zhao Wumian gave Xiao Yuanmu a righteous lecture and then walked towards the West Lake.

Xiao Yuanmu stood there in a daze, his ordinary chest rising and falling several times before he took a deep breath and followed Zhao Wumian.

Although she often quarreled with Zhao Wumian, she was still easy to talk to... If Zhao Wumian wanted to go shopping, then she would accompany him.

Lin'an was even more prosperous than Yangzhou. Willows swayed on the bank of West Lake, and there were countless talented men and beautiful women walking together. At a glance, you could see tourists boating on the lake.

"Look, it's right there. When you were seven years old, you made me angry and I kicked you into the lake. You couldn't float up for a long time. If you want to regain some of your old feelings and restore your memory, why not let me kick you in again and try."

Xiao Yuanmu walked beside Zhao Wumian, stood on the bridge, pointed at the lake under the bridge, and joked. Her pretty face, which was always calm, rarely showed a bit of youthful liveliness like a girl.

For Xiao Yuanmu, revisiting the old place must have been a special kind of pleasure.

Zhao Wumian took a bowl of beef noodles and ate it while standing on the bridge. He sipped the noodles and then drank the soup. The warm broth warmed his stomach.

"Don't you know it's shameful to waste food? At least wait until I finish eating... Eh? Did we often play in West Lake before?"

"Lin'an is so big, and it's not just about the West Lake. Let's go and take a look at Wanli Street." Xiao Yuanmu walked forward.

Wanli Street got its name from the saying "read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles". Most of the men of letters and poets love to come here. There are many bookshops and poetry academies, but there are even more cloth shops selling clothes and rouge.

Talented man and beautiful woman, talented man and beautiful woman, the one who is most likely to attract the talented man is the lady.

Zhao Wumian came to Wanli Street carrying beef noodles, and saw that most of the people around him were young ladies with luxurious clothes and gentle temperaments.

People like Zhao Wumian who eat while walking with a bowl in hand are obviously rare in Lin'an's "young ladies and scholars circle", which makes passers-by secretly look at him, wondering which family's farm laborer he is? Look at the sword on his waist, he must be a gangster...

That's not surprising. How can people in the underworld who fight and kill each other know anything about etiquette and manners?
Looking at their faces again, most of the ladies and ladies were stunned again and couldn't help whispering to each other.

"What a handsome young man, is that the fourth young master of Lin'an?"

"I've seen the four young masters of Lin'an, but they're all exaggerated. All of them combined are not as good-looking as this young master... Hey, is the little girl next to him his daughter?"

"Ah? Please don't... It should be my sister..."

Xiao Yuanmu didn't care about the gossips of passers-by. Zhao Wumian, holding the bowl, leaned close to Xiao Yuanmu's ear and asked, "Who is the fourth young master of Lin'an?"

"Four dandy boys, their families have some influence in the court, but their fathers, who are famous for their reputation, have to nod and fawn on you when they see you. However, a busy man like you probably doesn't have much impression of them."

"Most of the court officials are old men. If there is a pretty girl, I think I can still recognize her."

"If you dare to mention girls in front of me again, we will go back to Tinglan Manor now."

Zhao Wumian picked up the bowl and swallowed the remaining beef and soup, then casually placed the bowl at another noodle vendor on the street and gave him a few coins to wash it.

The two stood in front of a bookstore. Xiao Yuanmu pointed at the store and said, "We've bought books here before..."

"You can also write?" Without waiting for Xiao Yuanmu to answer, Zhao Wumian asked again: "Wait, let me guess...it has something to do with me. Did I lie to you about something?"

Xiao Yuanmu clapped his hands in an exaggerated manner, "The person who knows you best is indeed you yourself. That year you wrote a book for me and lied to me that you could find it everywhere on the street. We searched for it in Lin'an for half the night and almost went to every bookstore."

"Does the book mention that Zhao Wumian likes Xiao Yuanmu?"

"No, it only tells the story of a Xiaoyao Sect disciple named Dongfang Weiming, who met a woman in Jianghu and took her as his concubine, and eventually became a great lover... Eh? You are Marquis Weiming... Could this be your autobiography?"

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes began to turn cold.

"Weiminghou was given the title by Chaoyan. It has nothing to do with me. Originally, I wanted a more powerful title like Dingyuanhou."

"It's Luo Chaoyan." Xiao Yuanmu said the main point first, and then casually said, "The title of Dingyuan Hou has a long history. One must be conferred the title of Langjuxu and have made outstanding military achievements before..."

Zhao Wumian interrupted her and said with a smile: "Pacifying Xiao Yuanmu is not more difficult than conquering the Wolf's Lair?"

Xiao Yuanmu hid his face with his sleeves and chuckled, "I hope that Wei Ming Hou can achieve this feat one day."

As they walked and talked, they found that a lot of people had gathered in front of an embroidered building, almost blocking the way. A young servant in red shouted, "A martial arts contest to find a husband! A martial arts contest to find a husband! The young girl of the Yang family wants to find a young man with great martial arts skills as her husband!"

There was a fighting arena under the embroidery building, but there were too many onlookers, and the two people standing on the outermost side could not see clearly what was happening on the arena.

"Let's go."

"Wait, this is my first time watching a martial arts competition to win a bride..."

Xiao Yuanmu was not interested, but Zhao Wumian found it interesting. She turned her head to look at Xiao Yuanmu, only to find that Xiao Yuanmu's expression was very ugly... She was too short and could not see anything. All she could see was the backs of the crowd.

Zhao Wumian thought for a moment and said, "How about I squat down and you sit on my shoulders?"

Xiao Yuanmu looked a little surprised. "Do you know who I am? Do I have to sit on your shoulders to watch a small competition? Can't I use Qinggong to fly to the roof and watch?"

"It's just a martial arts competition to find a bride. Do you have to stand on the eaves? Do you think you are watching martial arts champions fighting?" Zhao Wumian squatted down and patted his shoulder. "Come on."

"I have no interest in this in the first place..." Xiao Yuanmu sighed softly. He couldn't let Zhao Wumian do it for nothing, so he came behind Zhao Wumian, holding the hem of his skirt tightly with both hands. Suddenly he remembered something, "If you dare to look back, I will complain to Master."

"I've said it countless times before, no one is interested in a child's body."

"You better be."

Xiao Yuanmu was wearing a long skirt. No matter how she sat, the hem of her skirt would be lifted up to reveal her calves. So she sat sideways on Zhao Wumian's shoulder in a very Jiangnan-style posture. She looked virtuous, with only her small white embroidered shoes showing under her skirt.

People around them didn't pay any attention to the two of them. In fact, there were many parents carrying their babies around.

Zhao Wumian stood up, and Xiao Yuanmu's perspective slowly rose, and the people around him became shorter.

She was a little surprised in her heart. From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time that Xiao Yuanmu was carried like this... but she looked like a real child like this.

"Does it look good?"

"How can a fight between a bunch of scumbags be fun?"

"I'm asking about the young lady from the Yang family who is participating in the martial arts competition to find a husband..."

Xiao Yuanmu placed his two small hands on the side of Zhao Wumian's face, making a gesture as if to break his neck.

Although Xiao Yuanmu is now seriously injured and his strength is not as good as before, if Zhao Wumian does not resist, his crown will be easily opened.

There's nothing I can do about it, since my childhood sweetheart's martial arts are the best in Dali.

Zhao Wumian didn't care about these details, he just felt that Xiao Yuanmu's hands were really small now.

With their martial arts skills, this so-called martial arts competition to win a bride was indeed meaningless, but the atmosphere around it was great. After the winner was decided and Miss Yang walked out of the embroidery building, Zhao Wumian didn't need to ask Xiao Yuanmu, the comments of the people around her had already reached her ears.

"Oh my god... this must be more than 200 pounds, right?"

"No wonder they have to find someone with great martial arts skills... If his martial arts skills are not good enough, even a single turn at night could result in a murder..."

Xiao Yuanmu smiled and said, "My Lord, do you still have any thoughts about that Miss Yang?"

"I don't want to touch it for a long time and find out that it's wrinkles..."

"Hmm?" Xiao Yuanmu looked at him in confusion. Although she was a demon girl from the Demon Sect, she had never really done that after all, so there were some things she couldn't understand.

After leaving Wanli Street, the two went back to West Lake. Zhao Wumian searched for a long time but couldn't find Leifeng Pagoda.

He told Xiao Yuanmu the story of Bai Suzhen.

"In the past, there was a white snake that cultivated into a spirit, transformed into a human form, and fell in love with a scholar in the human world..."

Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu walked on the wooden bridge over the West Lake, their mouths brimming with joy.

The lake on both sides is shrouded in mist and rain, and lotus flowers on the water look like oil-paper umbrellas for passers-by.

Xiao Yuanmu's cheerful expression gradually faded, and he suddenly said, "You told me the story of Lady White before."

"Really? Then let me change it... Do you know Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu?"

"know."

"I've also said this before? Fu Hongxue, the wanderer from Border Town..."

"I know all about it. I want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry them with wine. It's not like traveling as a young man..." Xiao Yuanmu's expression was very calm. He looked at the misty West Lake. After a few seconds of silence, he said:
"This is what you told me before... I'm tired, let's go back."

Xiao Yuanmu became his childhood self, wearing his old clothes, and revisited the old place with Zhao Wumian, listening to him telling stories he had told before...

These things did not make Xiao Yuanmu feel even a trace of joy in his heart.

When they were young, although they were rarely together, they would meet every year at the end of the year, playing and fighting, growing up together, and having a common goal.

She quietly developed Taixuan Palace in Jiangnan, while he quietly searched for the Inlaid Gold Boshan Furnace in Jianghu.

Now, twenty years have passed. The Taixuan Palace is dominating the south of the Yangtze River and is feared by the imperial court; Xiao Yuanmu Mo is powerful and is the best in the martial arts world; even the inlaid gold Boshan furnace will, if nothing unexpected happens, yield something when they go to the Tianya Islands.

The goal that he had worked hard for when he was a child was within reach, but Xiao Yuanmu just couldn't be happy.

Zhao Wumian doesn't remember her.

I want to buy some osmanthus flowers and put them in the wine, but it doesn’t resemble the travels of my youth… That’s it.

Xiao Yuanmu said calmly:

"I was previously reluctant to wear these old clothes, saying that I felt strange inside, but that was just an excuse... I was just afraid that my appearance and dress would be too similar to my childhood, and compared to the reality now, I felt sad..."

Zhao Wumian looked at Xiao Yuanmu. The warm sun shone on her face, making her skin look like jade, white and tender, but her expression showed a barely perceptible sadness.

No matter how high Xiao Yuanmu's martial arts skills are, or how strong his mind is, it is impossible for him to remain unmoved by this situation.

But no matter what, she was still the top martial artist, and after a brief moment of melancholy, she calmed down.

The Cuojin Boshan furnace can be found, and Zhao Wumian will be able to recover his memory sooner or later. As long as Xiao Lengyue is still alive, the weeds will not be completely burned, and will grow again with the spring breeze. There is always hope for Fan Li and Fu Chen.

She comforted herself in her heart.

At this moment, Zhao Wumian suddenly said:

"I recalled carefully, and it seems that the novel "The Legend of the Swordsman" is missing a lot of plots... Do you want me to write it again for you?"

"Now?" Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him, shook his head helplessly, and walked towards the other courtyard, "You are so boring."

"Don't you want to see it?"

"Why not recast it and change that useless love saint into someone who only drinks from one of the three thousand rivers?"

"That won't do. It's hard to let go of any woman..."

Xiao Yuanmu took a deep breath and took heavy steps, "Go to hell."

When they returned to the villa, Xiao Yuanmu was already packing up to go back to Tinglan Manor, but Zhao Wumian had already taken out his writing tools and was busy writing.

She stood beside Zhao Wumian, a little speechless, "Are you really going to write? Pack up and go back to the village. Master is still waiting for us. If you really want to finish it, it won't be too late to write it when you get back."

Boom————

The sky outside gradually became gloomy and thunder was heard.

Xiao Yuanmu looked up at the sky through the window and said, "It's going to rain soon..."

"Have a look?"

Zhao Wumian wrote only a few words before pushing the rice paper in front of Xiao Yuanmu.

Xiao Yuanmu felt helpless and looked down. In the middle of the paper was written "Postscript to The Legend of Sword and Fairy", with only a few brief words written below the title.

Zhao Wumian likes Xiao Yuanmu.

Xiao Yuanmu stood there in a daze.

Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "Just now on the street I asked you if this sentence is in the book, and you said no... Then I have to add it, right?"

Xiao Yuanmu found it funny, but couldn't laugh.

Her heart suddenly felt a little sour.

Zhao Wumian put down his brush and stood in front of the window. Some raindrops fell from the sky and hit the window sill, splashing water droplets everywhere. Some of them fell on the back of his hand, feeling cool.

"Let's go back. The rain will get heavier soon and we don't know how long we will be delayed." Zhao Wumian turned around and looked at Xiao Yuanmu and said.

Xiao Yuanmu put away the rice paper and looked at him sideways, "It's raining outside, why are you going back? Let's talk about it after the rain stops."

"Just a little rain."

"I'm wearing only these clothes, and summer is coming, so my clothes are thin... If you want me to get my clothes wet and be seen naked..."

"I've already said that no one is interested in a child's body, but what you said makes sense. Let's wait until the rain stops..."

Zhao Wumian suddenly shut up before he could finish his words.

Rustle——————

Xiao Yuanmu raised her hand and pulled down the window bolt, then gently pulled her belt, her dress slid to the ground, and her body slowly grew longer...

She lightly touched her red lips with her finger and looked at Zhao Wumian in a very seductive way.

"Are you really not interested?"

She spoke word by word.

(End of this chapter)