Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 353: Trivia at Mount Lu
There was a fight between top warriors last night, and the news is likely to spread to Jiangyou soon, but the fight was exciting but it was painful to clean up the mess afterwards.

Even if Zhao Wumian and Chen Qiyuan intentionally avoided it, several streets were still demolished. It would take at least a month to repair them. However, Lushan is known as the melting pot of Jiangyou and there are many craftsmen, so the time can be shortened a lot.

The Lushan County Magistrate took his escort to inspect the damage early in the morning, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"I knew Wu Kui was good at fighting, but I never thought it would be so exaggerated when I saw it with my own eyes... If I let him go, I'm afraid that more than half of my life's hard work will be destroyed."

As he spoke, the Lushan County Magistrate waved his hand slightly, "Go to the treasury to get the silver bills, and compensate each household according to the roster. Marquis Weiming doesn't need to worry about such trivial matters... Remember to send someone to quietly mention to the Marquis that this money is paid by me..."

The Lushan County Magistrate paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then said, "Forget it. There is no need to tell Wei Minghou in particular. Being too flattering will only make you look bad..."

Before he finished speaking, someone suddenly rushed into the town on horseback. At first glance, he saw the Lushan County Magistrate in official robes. He dismounted from his horse in the wind and rain, raised his hand and handed over a letter.

"But is it the Magistrate of Lushan County, Yang? This is an urgent letter from the prefect."

"Prefect? ​​Lord Li? Is there something important happening in Jiangyou?"

The Lushan County Magistrate frowned slightly, raised his hand to take the letter, confirmed the official seal, and found that it was indeed a letter sent by the Jiangyou prefect. Only then did he open it and take a look.

The guard who had been ordered to go back to the palace to get the silver had just mounted his horse when he was stopped by the Lushan County Magistrate, "Wait a minute."

Looking back, the Lushan County Magistrate's face darkened slightly, and he said helplessly, "Lord Li said in the letter that he paid the money."

The guard was slightly startled, with a strange look on his face, "It's only been one night, and the letter from Lord Li has already been delivered?"

Although the prefect of Jiangyou seldom inquired about the affairs of the underworld, since Marquis Weiming was coming to his territory, he should fulfill his duties as a host. Even if he could not meet Zhao Wumian in person, he had to show the proper attitude.

"Stop talking nonsense, gather the craftsmen, advance the money to Lord Li, and start the work as soon as possible. We..." The Lushan County Magistrate pursed his lips. What he wanted to say was to flatter Marquis Weiming, but they, as small local officials, were not qualified.

Even if you want to be a dog for Marquis Weiming, the lowest rank you have to have is the prefect of Jiangyou... Hey, the levels are clear.

"Hehe." A faint laugh suddenly came from beside me, which seemed to be sarcastic.

The Lushan County Magistrate frowned and looked sideways. Not far away stood a person. His black cape was decorated with monk patterns in gold thread. His face could not be seen clearly under the bamboo hat. Only his stern profile could be seen. His long hair was tied into a bun and hung behind his waist. He was covered in dust...

He is a gangster.

As the magistrate of Lushan County, it was considered a loss of status to have a conflict with gangsters on the street, not to mention that Wei Minghou was still in the town at the moment. If he got angry and caused someone's death due to a disagreement, Wei Minghou would only think that he, as a county magistrate, had no broad mind.

Therefore, the Lushan County Magistrate just glanced at the wanderer indifferently and then withdrew his gaze, jumped on his horse, snorted coldly, and took his men to do business.

A guard whispered, "Sir, why don't you teach that Jianghu guy a lesson?"

"I, a court official, have my own bearing." The Lushan County Magistrate said, turning his head to look out of the corner of his eye, his expression suddenly froze.

What about people?

In just a few words, there was no trace of the scoundrel left behind.

The first breeze of early summer blew into his neck, refreshing and natural, but the Lushan County Magistrate was frightened and broke into a cold sweat.

There was no telling how many martial artists came to the ruins to observe the site of the battle between the martial arts masters. The taverns on both sides of the street and all the terraces of high-rise buildings with good views were basically occupied. They glanced out the window, holding their wine glasses, talking about the world and discussing it.

He said that when Wei Ming Hou was fighting with the Spear Leader, he was nearby and even blocked some of Wei Ming Hou's aftermath.

In a private room, a pair of gangsters sat at the table, eating leisurely, only looking at the ruins of the street from time to time with a sighing tone.

"The champion of swords, Tong Congdao, the champion of spears... Is Zhao Wumian going to defeat the top ten champions of martial arts?" A middle-aged man frowned and spoke in a cold tone.

Opposite the middle-aged man, an old man put down his chopsticks after eating, raised his hand to close the window, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and released a small beetle from it.

The small beetle crawled to the old man's dry wrist, opened its mouthparts, bit down, and sucked the blood hard.

The old man looked indifferent and did not answer. He was silent for a moment before saying, "So what? The spear master is no match for him. If you and I go together, we will only add more souls to his sword. Just do our job honestly and do a good job of investigation."

The middle-aged man was a little unwilling to accept the result. "Last night, Zhao Wumian was unconscious, and he was supported by a child. It can be seen that even though the spear master is not his opponent, he still injured him severely. Now he is very weak..."

"Put aside your little thoughts. Don't forget that he killed Fan Wucheng in one day and defeated Dao Kui with his sword... If he really fights for his life, at least you and I can't hold on. Besides, how can he go out without some guards?"

"I don't know in secret, but in public he is just a child..."

Before the two men finished their words, the tightly closed window beside them suddenly opened, and the morning breeze blew in, with a whistling sound. Glancing sideways, they saw a man wearing a bamboo hat and a monk's cloak half-crouching on the window sill. He raised his hand to prop up the window, looking at the two of them, glancing intently at the small beetle in the old man's hand, and smiling faintly.

"Nanzhao Jiuli?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. He immediately grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist and was about to draw the knife, but the old man raised his hand lightly, indicating that there was no need to panic.

The old man looked up and down at the man who suddenly appeared, and smiled slightly, "Mo Jingxue... Why don't you take advantage of Zhao Wumian's weakness to solve your biggest problem, but come to find us Jiuli, what do you want to do?"

Mo Jingxue put down his hand that was holding the window, jumped down from the window sill, stood inside the house, raised his hand to pick up the half-drunk wine jug from the table, weighed it casually, and said casually:

"Should I fight him so that you, the Jiuli, can benefit?"

The old man stood up calmly and bowed, "Since that's the case... I'm Cui Xiangwei, one of the five major surnames in Jiuli, and the head of the Cui family. This is my useless son, Cui Yan..."

Cui Xiangwei paused for a moment before continuing, "We Jiuli and Zhao Wumian have deep grievances against each other, and so do you. Why don't we cooperate?"

"Cui Xiangwei..." There was a hint of surprise in Mo Jingxue's eyes, obviously she had heard of his name.

When Mo Jingxue was young, he traveled all over the country. He first entered Taoism and then Buddhism. He crossed the East China Sea to Japan, crossed the border to the north and slept on the grassland, and also went west to Nanzhao.

Cui Xiangwei is not well-known in the Central Plains, but in the Nanzhao Kingdom, he is a well-known figure. He is the true disciple of the Nanzhao National Master and is in charge of the supervision of the manufacture of Nanzhao military equipment. When he was young, he was called "Zhizhuojian" in the Nanzhao world, which means "seeing the big from the small".

The battle that made him famous was when a Nanzhao master was chopped into pieces overnight. Killing people was like cutting fish on a chopping board... This is not an exaggeration.

It’s just that Cui Xiangwei was injured when he was young and he has no hope of becoming the top martial artist in his life. He has rarely appeared in the martial arts world since then.

Therefore, Mo Jingxue did not think much of him. What he really cared about was the person behind Cui Xiangwei, the National Master of Nanzhao.

Cui Xiangwei is already half old, and his master is naturally older, but not much inferior to Wudamu, and can be called a living fossil in the martial arts world.

I don't know whose martial arts skills are better than Wudamu's, but he is not as good as expected, but he is also a master in building the bridge between heaven and earth. After all, he has lived for more than a hundred years. At his age, he would be a giant wherever he goes.

However, Nanzhao has always been obedient and was a vassal state of Dali. Jiuli also lived in seclusion and seldom showed up in public, because the imperial court did not care much about the Nanzhao national master...mainly because they did not know that Nanzhao had already become a possession of the national master.

Even Zhao Wumian only forced out the truth of the matter after capturing Fan Shunan, and he also talked about it with Luo Chaoyan when he returned to Beijing. Therefore, the Miao people in Miaojiang were secretly gathering food and fodder and preparing troops.

Obviously, Zhao Wumian did not forget the great trouble that Jiuli brought him and made sufficient preparations.

"Your master sent you to the Central Plains to avenge Fan Wucheng? I'm afraid you are not qualified. Zhao Wumian can chop you into pieces with one knife."

This was a bit too disrespectful, and Cui Yan immediately drew his sword, but was so shocked by Mo Jingxue's look that his legs trembled for some reason.

Cui Xiangwei raised his hand lightly, signaling Cui Yan not to interrupt, and then he continued:

"The Fan family is completely finished because of Zhao Wumian. We are busy eroding the Fan family's assets. Before long, the five major surnames of Jiuli will become four major surnames. We don't have the time to allocate people for revenge during this period... What's more, revenge is meaningless, but we can't ignore the troops that are being secretly mobilized in Miaojiang."

Mo Jingxue smiled faintly, "Zhao Wumian is the emperor's bedfellow. Killing him will only make the troops come faster... Even now, within half a year, the imperial cavalry will break through the gates of Nanzhao... Nanzhao is finished."

"Nanzhao may be finished, but we Jiuli are not. Moreover, we have no reason to do so. A rash attack on Nanzhao will only make the rest of the imperial court suffer. The Queen of Dali will not really become Zhao Wumian's puppet and squander the country's destiny at will." Cui Xiangwei sneered.

Mo Jingxue shook the wine jug casually and took a sip. What he said was actually correct.

Nanzhao belongs to Jiuli, but Jiuli is not limited to Nanzhao. If the imperial court really wants to send troops, the worst that can happen is that Nanzhao will be abandoned. Moreover, the imperial court has no reason to do so, so it is obviously inappropriate to send troops at random. At least they need to make some preparations and find a reason...

Cui Xiangwei didn't want to talk about these general trends with Mo Jingxue, so he changed the subject and continued:

"The Imperial Master asked me to come here not to kill Zhao Wumian, but to accompany him for surveillance and to find out his movements so that we can respond in time... But if there is really a chance to kill Zhao Wumian, we will not give up. Do you really not want to cooperate with us?"

Mo Jingxue threw the empty wine jug on the ground, wiped the corner of his mouth, and then smiled at Cui Xiangwei.

"You don't deserve it."

Cui Xiangwei's expression remained unchanged, but he was also a little angry in his heart, and said coldly:
"Really? Then we can wait and see... Will we, the Jiuli, kill Zhao Wumian first, or will you chop off his head first?"

Mo Jingxue laughed, opened the window, and walked away with a chuckle, "You can give it a try..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Jingxue stepped lightly with her long boots and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Cui Yan couldn't help but speak, "Why is he so arrogant..."

"With that kind of strength, it's understandable that he's a little arrogant." Cui Xiangwei pondered for a moment, put the little beetle in the porcelain bottle, stood up calmly,

"Retreat first. Mo Jingxue's personality is unpredictable. He might hand over the information we have here to Zhao Wumian's desk."

Cui Yan was stunned. "He dares to pick on us? How can he do this to harm others and not benefit himself?" "He has done so many boring things. Since the cooperation cannot be successful, it is best not to have anything to do with him."

After the words fell, the two did not dare to stay for long and left in a hurry.

By noon, the drizzle had stopped, and the number of Taixuan Palace disciples guarding the inn gradually increased. Most of them were disciples who had been mobilized from various branches in Jiangyou after a night out.

After the war, we should be more cautious.

Inside the room, the incense burner had long been extinguished, the curtains were drawn, and in front of the couch one could see a pair of long boots and small embroidered shoes lying in disarray.

Pale golden sunlight penetrated the window paper, casting several slanted beams of light inside the house, reflecting the dust in the air.

The dark shadow behind the curtain moved slightly, as if turning over.

Zhao Wumian slept until noon, when the sunlight shone through the curtains and a few rays fell on his eyes. He woke up slowly, his mind still a little fuzzy.

His injuries have not healed yet, and he was suddenly awakened by the conversation between his aunt and Xiao Yuanmu last night. It is not an exaggeration to say that he was "forced to start up", and it was forced to start up more than once.

Auntie turned on the phone once, how many times did Xiao Yuanmu turn it on? Three or four times?

Zhao Wumian's brain was groggy and he could not remember for a moment, until he felt something soft and warm moving in his arms. He lowered his eyes to look.

Xiao Yuanmu's hair was disheveled and scattered behind his back. He was sleeping soundly on Zhao Wumian's chest.

The dress and bellyband were crumpled into a ball and thrown casually at the foot of the bed.

Zhao Wumian placed his palm on Xiao Yuanmu's pink back. Since she looked like a little baby again, he didn't have any evil thoughts in his heart. He just gradually became conscious and recalled the absurd things that happened last night.

I only remember that when Xiao Yuanmu grew up, he actually imitated Xiao Lengyue, hooking his calves and lightly clamping his legs... It was obvious that he was still venting his anger.

That would have been fine, he and Xiao Yuanmu were deeply in love, and it was impossible to finish anything in just a cup of tea.

If it had been any other time, it would have been impossible for Xiao Yuanmu to continue without blindfolding Zhao Wumian. However, now she showed it openly, which dazzled Zhao Wumian. Mo, who was most impressed, stood up and hugged her.

The grass grows and the orioles fly.

But it's definitely not all about intimacy, it's more about using "Liu Wujing" to heal injuries while the internal energy is flowing.

Although it is still a long way from full recovery, at least it does not affect my movements.

As Zhao Wumian woke up, Xiao Yuanmu also opened her eyes calmly. She raised her eyes and saw Zhao Wumian looking at her. Her almond-shaped eyes were blank for a moment, then suddenly turned cold and she raised her hands to cover her eyes.

"what?"

"Who allowed you to see my body now?"

"Last night wasn't..."

"The me last night is not the me now."

"? Anyway, I've already memorized it. You were completely different when you were a child than when you grew up. You were fair and clean..."

boom----

Zhao Wumian was thrown down from the curtain, and Xiao Lengyue, who was next door, was so frightened that she hurriedly opened the door. She saw Zhao Wumian getting up. She couldn't help but blink her beautiful eyes and glanced down. Suddenly, she remembered last night and felt a little uneasy.

But when he took a closer look, he saw that Zhao Wumian had just woken up and was turning on the camera. He felt even more nervous and quickly closed the door. A voice came from outside the room.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes..."

"Your daughter threw me off the bed without caring that I was injured, and I didn't teach her a lesson... If you want to spank her, I'll find a thicker thorny willow branch for you later."

As he spoke, Zhao Wumian suddenly remembered that he seemed to have spanked Xiao Yuanmu's butt last night... but he didn't use willow branches.

The crisp sound and the red marks made him instantly more alert, and all his sleepiness was swept away.

Xiao Lengyue outside the door didn't care about the joke, but guessed in her heart that Zhao Wumian seemed to be unaware of what happened last night... That's good, that's good.

If he knew about this, she, as his aunt, would no longer have the face to talk to him.

The curtain was drawn open, and Xiao Yuanmu was already wearing a light blue bellyband. He looked coldly at Zhao Wumian, who was standing in the room with a proud and arrogant look, and his eyes were even colder.

"What are you excited about?"

"without……"

Before Zhao Wumian finished speaking, Xiao Yuanmu said in a cold tone: "Are you excited and stimulated to be seen by your aunt?"

"What Auntie saw was me just now, not me now. I won't be excited about what happened just now... Hey, hey, hey, don't do it, don't do it, you forgot to wear thin pants... so white..."

boom--

Xiao Lengyue rubbed his temples while listening to the fighting sounds in the house.

These two fought every day when they were young, and now that they have grown up they still fight every day... Well, this is a symbol of a good relationship.

The harder they beat him under the bed, the harder they beat him on the bed.

Thinking of what happened last night, Xiao Lengyue felt an inexplicable heat in her lower abdomen for some reason. She shook her head lightly, not wanting to think about it, and knocked on the door lightly.

"Stop it, you're already an adult but you're still acting like a kid? Hurry up and get dressed and get ready for dinner."

"Liu Wujing" needs internal breath to heal injuries, and the generation of internal breath requires energy. If there is no spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered by the Donghuang Bell, then it can only rely on food to absorb energy.

Zhao Wumian ate voraciously, and only after half an hour did he feel full. He looked at Xiao Lengyue, "Where's Chen Qiyuan?"

Xiao Lengyue had finished her meal early and was sitting at the table, crossing her plump legs and wearing frivolous embroidered shoes. In her hands were account books, all of which were sent by branches from various places in Jiangyou.

Now that he was here, Xiao Lengyue had nothing to do in the morning, so he was checking the accounts.

Zhao Wumian looked at her voluptuous figure and majestic temperament, and suddenly thought in his heart, if I let my aunt wear glasses and black stockings, I wonder what it would be like...

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes suddenly swept over coldly.

Zhao Wumian pretended not to see it and cursed himself in his heart for being a pervert for having such thoughts about the aunt who had taken care of him since he was a child... But a little bit of perversion was fine, and after what happened last night, this was obviously just human nature.

If Zhao Wumian hadn't considered Xiao Lengyue's face, he would have come to her and spoken frankly...

Just say: "Auntie, I'm greedy for your body..."

With such straightforwardness, Xiao Lengyue would definitely feel better and avoid the inner torment... Thanks to Mu Lier and the Queen Mother, Zhao Wumian is now very experienced.

Xiao Lengyue didn't know what Zhao Wumian was thinking. She was obviously not like Xiao Yuanmu who didn't care whether Chen Qiyuan was dead or not. She had specially inquired about his whereabouts, and she said without even raising her head:
"There are also people from Wujitian in the city. He was carried to the inn at midnight yesterday. It's not far from us. If you want to go, your aunt will accompany you."

Zhao Wumian took a sip of water to moisten his throat. "Most likely Chen Qiyuan knows the nameless spear technique. Let's ask him about it. Then we should set off for the Tianya Islands..."

Zhao Wumian looked at Xiao Yuanmu and said, "Let's go together?"

Xiao Yuanmu shook his head, "Forget it. I don't get along with him and don't want to see him... You should also avoid making friends with a shady playboy like him."

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment and did not agree.

"Mo Jingxue's whereabouts are unknown. If she comes to Mount Lushan, wouldn't it be dangerous for you to be here alone? Let's go together. The worst that can happen is that Old Chen will be so angry that he will spit out some blood."

Xiao Yuanmu sighed lightly, but Zhao Wumian's words made sense, so he had to nod.

Zhao Wumian got up and went to the stable to lead out the white horse, but Xiao Lengyue was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's my aunt?"

A pleasant voice came from behind, "Following in secret... Let's go."

Zhao Wumian looked around but couldn't detect where Xiao Lengyue was... On the one hand, he was seriously injured, and on the other hand, Xiao Lengyue's martial arts skills were very high.

Fortunately, his aunt was with him. If he had been ambushed by some martial arts master at this moment, he would probably have died in Lushan.

While Zhao Wumian was thinking, he jumped on his horse and rode towards Chen Qiyuan's inn with Xiao Yuanmu...

(End of this chapter)