Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 354: A Cup of Wine in the Spring Breeze
Ta-da, ta-da————

The sound of horse hooves rang out in the streets, mixed with the sound of iron hammering in the blacksmith shops on both sides of the street. Zhao Wumian is now considered a celebrity, and he is always recognized when he goes out, which is obviously inconvenient, so he puts on a bamboo hat and dresses like an ordinary man.

From under his bamboo hat, he looked out at the street scene. He could hear the gangsters in the tea stalls and taverns chatting about last night's battle. He could also hear some ladies or female knights in white with veils gathered together, talking about "Weiming Hou's three unique skills of spear, sword and knife" and "Young Master Zhao is so handsome".

Zhao Wumian felt a little sad in his heart. Before he lost his memory, he was a rebel in Taixuan Palace and kept a low profile most of the time. Even today, there is no playboy named "Xiao Yuankong" in the world, which shows how cautious he was back then.

After losing his memory, he wanted to change his appearance when he fled to Jin. Now he has become successful and famous, although he is still a rebel in Taixuan Palace, he still wears a hat to cover his identity when he goes out, but it is because he is too famous in the world.

If he did not conceal his identity, someone might kneel down and ask to be his disciple after every two steps, not to mention some female knight-errant or young lady throwing herself into his arms.

It's also the trouble of Versailles.

When he went to the capital to seek the red silk of Naraku, it was to save Xiao Yuanmu, but he met Su Qingqi and Luo Chaoyan unexpectedly. This led to the unpredictable world and the changing identities today.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian looked towards the northeast and suddenly missed Su Qingqi and Luo Chaoyan.

Let's not talk about whether Xiao Lengyue can get over this hurdle, let alone whether Luo Chaoyan will agree to it... I have to discuss it with her when I return to the capital and see what she says. I can't favor one over the other.

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him sideways.

Zhao Wumian spoke his mind honestly, but Xiao Yuanmu only responded with a cold "That's your business".

Zhao Wumian laughed a few times and was in a good mood... At least Xiao Yuanmu was not too resistant to the idea of ​​Xiao Lengyue and him having a baby.

The conflict between Xiao Yuanmu and Luo Chaoyan has troubled him for countless nights. Even if there is no light at the end of the tunnel, at least there is hope.

He couldn't help but rub his hands together with excitement, and couldn't wait to go to the Tianya Islands to find the Cuojin Boshan furnace, restore his memory, and solve all the problems that were weighing on his mind at once.

Xiao Yuanmu seemed to see what he was thinking, and looked back at him, "What are you so happy about?"

"I'm thinking about waiting for my memory to come back."

Xiao Yuanmu's eyebrows were frivolous, and he whispered in secret, with a tone that seemed to be smiling, "Just because I have recovered my memory, I can flirt with your aunt?"

"After I regain my memory, I have to pretend to be unconscious again, so I should be the one being flirted with..."

Xiao Yuanmu looked at him coldly.

Zhao Wumian changed his words and said, "I must have been concerned about your injury before. I might have found some clues."

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him again and laughed casually, "Let it be."

I don't know if the 'let it be' she said refers to her own injuries, or the unspeakable progress of the relationship between Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue.

The two chatted intermittently and soon arrived at the inn. Like Taixuan Palace, Wujitian's disciples also spent a huge amount of money to book the entire inn. Everywhere you could see Wujitian disciples dressed in black, patrolling back and forth.

"Who is coming!?"

Wujitian was a domineering and tough person. As soon as he approached, someone shouted at him. When he looked, he saw that the window on the second floor of the inn was wide open. There was someone sitting on a chair with only his side face showing, glancing down with his eyes, looking down at him, looking condescending, majestic and cold.

Zhao Wumian thought the voice sounded familiar, and raised his hand to lightly lift his bamboo hat, "Zhao Wumian, I have something to ask the gun master... He should not be dead."

The arrogant man was so frightened that he almost fell out of the window, looking horrified.

Zhao Wumian took a few looks before recognizing the man's identity. "Chen Chengyu?"

Chen Chengyu had surrounded and killed Zhao Wumian before, and being recognized now was like being called by the King of Hell. He stammered on the spot, "You, no, Lord Marquis, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Wumian thought it was funny. "What are you afraid of? You dared to lead people to surround and kill me. Although you failed, you still had courage. Now you are shrinking in fear. Are you still a gunman?"

Xiao Yuanmu frowned slightly and looked up at Chen Chengyu. She didn't know about this. After all, with her status, there was obviously no need to pay too much attention to a small fry like Chen Chengyu.

Chen Chengyu forced a smile.
"My Lord, you are joking. At that time, I worked for the King of Jin and our positions were different. Now you are the Marquis of Weiming, and you have led the King of Jin's 200,000 troops to avenge him, and even saved the life of the King of Jin's son... With this level of gratitude, it is my turn to work for you."

Chen Chengyu knelt quickly, but Zhao Wumian was not a petty person, so he didn't want to pursue the matter any further. He raised his hand and said calmly, "Then call your eldest brother and find him if you have anything to say."

"Alright, alright!" Chen Chengyu shouted at the Wujitian disciples who were standing there in a daze, "What are you doing standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and give the Marquis a seat and serve tea!"

After entering the hall and sitting down, the disciples around him seemed to be a little trembling as they served him hot tea.

It is impossible not to be afraid. The Gun Leader had just fought with Zhao Wumian, and now he came to visit, so it is inevitable to worry that he is here to cause trouble.

Zhao Wumian had no intention of explaining to these disciples. Not long after, he heard footsteps approaching from the backyard of the lobby. Chen Qiyuan strode into the lobby with a slight smell of medicine and blood on his body.

He looked up and saw Xiao Yuanmu, his movements paused slightly, his brows furrowed, and he stood there and glanced at Zhao Wumian, "Are you here to mess things up?"

Xiao Yuanmu didn't even look at him. She sat on the chair with her legs in the air, eating melon seeds from the fruit plate without saying a word. She was just like a little girl taken shopping by Zhao Wumian, who didn't care about the world.

"I've already beaten you up, what else is left for me to destroy in Wujitian? I have something serious to discuss today."

Zhao Wumian laughed casually, which sounded a bit sarcastic, but considering his relationship with Chen Qiyuan, and now that they had already fought, his words were naturally more casual.

As he spoke, Zhao Wumian raised his hand lightly, signaling the disciples around him to step back, but after he made the move he realized that this was not his territory.

The disciples around could see what Zhao Wumian meant, but they did not dare to retreat, for fear that their leader would be harmed, so they could only look at Chen Qiyuan.

Chen Qiyuan waved his hand casually, and they looked at each other and left the hall. When there was no one in the hall, a nine-foot-long spear wrapped in black cloth flew over from in front of the table. He took it steadily, raised his hand to shatter the black cloth, and said:

"What? I broke your gun, and you want me to give you another one?"

"I rarely use it in normal times, so I sharpened it before the battle, which led to the weapon being destroyed. It's my problem, not yours..." Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly, and then said, "Do you recognize this gun?"

Chen Qiyuan glanced at Zhao Wumian without saying much, and carefully examined the old Liu family gun.

It is unknown what material the gun barrel is made of. Although it is extremely simple, if you look closely, it seems to be shining with black and blue color. The tip of the gun has some rust that has not been completely eliminated, but the cutting edge is still visible like a mirror, and there seems to be endless dark red blood in the blood groove.

The gun body had no engravings or patterns, and was simple and low-key. However, for a gun master like Chen Qiyuan, he could see more. He twisted the gun barrel with both hands and said:

"The spear shaft is made of mulberry wood, so it's a hard spear. This is a southern-style spear. If it's a northern-style spear, it usually uses a white wax shaft soaked in tung oil, and most of them are soft spears... Your Bi Bo, although not made of white wax, is very tough and follows the path of an orthodox northern-style spear."

Zhao Wumian did not speak, but listened quietly to Chen Qiyuan's analysis.

As he spoke, Chen Qiyuan flicked the tip of the gun with his finger. There was a crisp "clang" sound, and the tip of the gun trembled.

He put his ear close to the trembling sound, a look of doubt and uncertainty appeared on his face, "Abyssal Scale Steel?"

Zhao Wumian didn't know anything about casting, so he looked at Xiao Yuanmu before asking, "Is this material rare?"

"Speaking of rare things, they are indeed priceless nowadays..." Chen Qiyuan looked at the tip of the gun and explained:

"The ancient book "Yingya Zhiyi" records that 'there are black scales at the bottom of the East China Sea. After being forged in fire for a hundred days, they become steel, and the blades are as sharp as the roar of a whale.' This refers to the abyss scale steel."

As he spoke, Chen Qiyuan lightly touched the tip of the gun with his two fingers. His inner energy surged out, and the rust faded away. A cold light shone faintly, and a trace of natural water ripples could be vaguely seen on the tip of the gun.

"It really is Abyssal Scale Steel." Chen Qiyuan looked at Zhao Wumian with a slightly surprised expression and said:

"Abyssal scale steel is produced in the deep sea. Even if ordinary warriors are proficient in the method of turtle breathing, if they rashly dive into the sea for a hundred feet, they will bleed from all seven orifices, their skin will crack, and their bodies will explode and die. Fishermen are even more so. Therefore, the production of Abyssal scale steel is extremely small.
The only one who could mine this steel was the East China Sea Navy sixty years ago. Now, no one has the ability to mine deep sea steel. The only remaining Abyssal Scale Steel in the world was melted from the weapons and armor of the East China Sea Navy. The less we use, the less we have. "

Having said that, given the physiques of Chen Qiyuan, Zhao Wumian and the others, if they really wanted Abyss Scale Steel, it would not be impossible for them to dive into the seabed to look for it themselves... But in today's world, who would dare to let Wu Kui go into the sea to mine?

If Wu Kui really wanted a weapon made of Yuanlin steel, he could just say a word and his subordinates would deliver it to him.

As he spoke, Chen Qiyuan remembered Zhao Wumian's identity, looked him up and down, raised his hand and threw back the Liu family's old spear, "This spear must have been cast by the Chen Kingdom back then... What? Did you find your family's heirloom spear?"

Zhao Wumian took the spear and looked at Xiao Yuanmu. "The Liu family is from Chen Country. They probably have some relationship with Zhubei League. Maybe they are one of the descendants of the five hall masters?"

Xiao Yuanmu nodded slightly. Even if the Liu family was not the descendant of the five hall masters, they must have a close relationship with the Zhubei Alliance.

Chen Qiyuan knew that this gun might be the clue to the wrong Jin Boshan furnace, so he sat down at the table, picked up the teapot and prepared to chat, but when Xiao Yuanmu looked over, he stood up silently.

Don't get involved.

He didn't have the ability to avenge his father, and getting closer to Xiao Yuanmu would only bring trouble to himself. Chen Qiyuan could take it and let it go.

He turned around and went to the counter, picked up a jar of wine, sat down on the counter, pondered for a moment, and said:
"I was born in Yingtian, which is not far from the East China Sea. My ancestors had been to the East China Sea front to resist the Rong people. I know that the Rong people were unstoppable and broke through the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun. When they went south, they were blocked by the East China Sea Navy along the Yangtze River. They relied on the Yuanlin Steel...

This steel armor is very light, but has excellent protection. If it is used to cast spears or arrows, it will vibrate at high frequencies when piercing, and it is very easy to break the armor. Even if it is placed in the martial arts world, this steel weapon is considered a magical weapon and is extremely difficult to find. "

"How did the East China Sea Navy get such good materials?"

"How would I know such a secret?"

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment, then stood up and went to the counter to pour himself a glass of wine. He drank it all in one gulp, moistened his throat, and then continued:
"The Rong people know that the East China Sea Navy is relying on this Abyssal Scale Steel to stop them, so it is impossible for them not to target them. I am afraid they have sent many people to the place where Abyssal Scale Steel is produced to cause trouble, right?"

"That's natural..." Chen Qiyuan frowned, "What do you want to say?"

Zhao Wumian speculated: "It is impossible for the East China Sea Navy not to be prepared. The troublemakers sent by the Rong people must be highly skilled in martial arts. A small force cannot defeat them, and a large force cannot surround them. If they want to deal with the Rong people's masters, they naturally have to rely on martial artists with high martial arts skills..."

"not bad."

Zhao Wumian clapped his hands and smiled, "It's over now."

"Ah? What's the ending?" Chen Qiyuan frowned.

But Zhao Wumian became excited and paced back and forth.

"To deal with the Rongren masters, the Zhubei Alliance should naturally take action. The Zhubei Alliance's headquarters is located on a small island. There is a 99% chance that it is the production site of Yuanlin Steel... If we want to protect Yuanlin Steel, there is no safer way than to build the headquarters at the production site."

As Zhao Wumian analyzed word by word, Chen Qiyuan was stunned. He stood up from the counter, clapped his hands, and also became excited.

"Good boy, you just need to find the place where the Yuanlin Steel was produced, and you can follow the clues to find the ruins of the Zhubei Alliance... and find the Cuojin Boshan furnace?"

Yuanlin Steel has long been abandoned, and the production area must have been abandoned. Now that sixty years have passed, it is obvious that not many people would know its location.

A sixty year is a very long time, and three generations have passed since the descendants of the former Zhubei Alliance.

But sixty years is also very short. Until now, there are still a large number of people from all walks of life who remember the Chen Kingdom and dare not forget their long-cherished wish to restore Chen for a moment.

Zhao Wumian didn't believe that he couldn't find any clues. He would send a letter to the court later and ask Luo Chaoyan to help check it out. There must be some records after all.

As soon as he got something out of it, Zhao Wumian felt even happier. He lifted up the wine jar, raised his head and drank the wine. The crystal clear wine soaked his collar. He then threw out the wine jug and shook the gun, like a black snake rushing out, piercing the wine jar.

Click————

The wine spilled on the gun, Zhao Wumian raised his finger and slid the gun shaft lightly, sweeping it past, "I'm showing you some gun skills, see if you recognize it..."

Chen Qiyuan laughed, "Okay!"

The nameless spear technique is vigorous and powerful.

Blink and the dance is over.

Zhao Wumian's injury had not yet healed. After finishing a set of dances, he was sweating profusely, but his eyes were still shining.

Chen Qiyuan frowned and thought halfway through the dance, and only said after the dance was over: "It's also a southern spear technique, it looks a bit familiar..." As he spoke, Chen Qiyuan raised his head and took a sip of the wine jar, then raised his palm and used his inner breath to absorb the Blood Scale Spear from the backyard, "Do another set, and I'll take over."

"it is good!"

Zhao Wumian's gun was like a meteor, and the tip of the gun swept to Chen Qiyuan's throat in the blink of an eye.

Chen Qiyuan was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and dodged backwards. He stabbed and poked with the tip of his spear, and actually lifted the wine jar with the tip of the spear and threw it into the air.

Zhao Wumian brought the jar of wine closer with his gun and poured another sip into his mouth. The wine dripped from his chin to the ground like stars.

Chen Qiyuan laughed a few times and fired his gun.

The two men danced with guns, sparks and wine flying.

Xiao Yuanmu, who was sitting at the square table sipping tea, looked at the two completely excited men with an expressionless face. He said nothing and just sipped his tea silently.

But suddenly, there was a startled voice outside the inn.

"Who is snooping here?!" someone shouted outside.

Xiao Yuanmu also sensed something and suddenly turned his head to look at the door, only to see the door closed with a loud noise and suddenly fall inside.

It was raining outside the inn. A wanderer wearing a black cloak with gold patterns, a four-foot ceremonial sword on his waist and a conical hat on his head walked in against the rain.

"The gun is good, but I don't know if the wine is good. Can you give me a few ounces?"

There was a single yellow light in the hall, but it was not as bright as the prodigal son. He stood at the gate with his back to the light outside the inn, and the shadow just covered his face.

Although he was only one person, he dared to break in with Wei Ming Hou, Dao Kui and Tai Xuan Palace Master present. His confidence and magnanimity alone would make people look up to him.

Chen Qiyuan was shocked. He pointed his gun at the wanderer who had come unexpectedly and said coldly, "Mo Jingxue..."

A dozen Wujitian disciples heard the noise and rushed into the hall with guns in hand, looking at the uninvited guest with gloomy faces and serious eyes.

Xiao Yuanmu was also slightly surprised. They all guessed that Mo Jingxue might be lying in ambush near Mount Lushan, but they didn't expect that this guy would dare to visit them so openly.

Do you think that Zhao Wumian and Chen Qiyuan are too seriously injured and therefore don't take them seriously?
Given the hatred between Zhao Wumian and Mo Jingxue, once they meet, they should draw their swords and beat the other person's brains out... Now Mo Jingxue is probably here with bad intentions.

She carefully sensed that there was some unusual movement outside the inn... Xiao Lengyue was hiding nearby, and Mo Jingxue obviously did not expect that there was a martial arts master hiding nearby.

Xiao Yuanmu felt a little more relaxed and glanced sideways at Zhao Wumian.

With Mo Jingxue's sudden arrival, the atmosphere in the inn suddenly became solemn and depressing, as if the streets were immediately filled with swords and blood.

Zhao Wumian held the gun against his waist with his backhand, and held a pot of wine in his hand. He looked a little dumb, but he threw the wine jar away after a few seconds, nodded slightly, and seemed to be smiling.

"A cup of wine in the spring breeze, a lamp for ten years in the night rain. You are a guest, so what if I give you a few taels to taste? Anyway, it's not my money."

The wine jar flew in the air and came close to Mo Jingxue in the blink of an eye. He raised his hand lightly, and there seemed to be energy in his palm. He caught the wine jar steadily. He was not afraid of being poisoned. He raised his head and took a sip.

Xiao Lengyue, hiding in the dark, narrowed her eyes slightly, but did not take this opportunity to attack suddenly.

If you have no idea of ​​Mo Jingxue's intention at this moment and act rashly, you would be a complete fool.

Besides, Mo Jingxue's martial arts skills should not be underestimated. Although Xiao Lengyue is confident, if a fight really breaks out, it is obvious that she will not be able to take Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu into consideration...

After all, both of them were seriously injured, and a chaotic fight would not benefit anyone.

Gurgle gurgle————

Mo Jingxue was like an old gourmet in wine. He drank up the remaining wine in the blink of an eye. Then he let out a long sigh and chuckled a few times.

"My Lord, you are so generous that you even invited me to drink."

Chen Qiyuan and the Wujitian disciples around him had gloomy expressions. Seeing that Mo Jingxue did not seem to be here to kill anyone, their expressions were still stern, without any sign of relaxation.

Zhao Wumian was quite calm. He sat down at the table with his gun in hand. He raised his hand to pull at his collar which was soaked by wine and looked at him sideways.
"You remind me of someone I used to know."

"Oh?" Mo Jingxue stepped out of the shadows, revealing his handsome face under the bamboo hat, with an interested look on his face.

The Wujitian disciples around him pointed their guns at him. More than a dozen guns flashed coldly, but he ignored them and walked straight to Zhao Wumian and sat down opposite him. "Who?"

"The ghost leader, Liu Yuezhi... a dead man."

"He is the King of Jin's man... He has a high reputation in the Jin martial arts world, but he doesn't have the ability to connect heaven and earth. I don't think he is worthy of my attention, but I have never had a drink with him."

The hatred between Zhao Wumian and Mo Jingxue had already reached such a deep level that when they suddenly met, they did not draw their swords but instead started chatting.

"He's dead, you can't drink with him even if you want to, but I'm still alive." Zhao Wumian knocked on the table. Although he felt it was interesting, he still went straight to the point and asked casually:

"Did you hear what the Gun Master and I said just now?"

Mo Jingxue raised his hand and sucked up a jar of wine and two wine bowls, poured the wine lightly, and nodded slightly, "It's exactly right... Lord Marquis wants to kill me to shut me up?"

"If you really wanted to escape, you would have run away with the information long ago. Why did you come to visit me now... Do you think I can't kill you?"

Mo Jingxue laughed a few times and pushed the wine bowl in front of Zhao Wumian. "I can't kill you at this moment, and you can't kill me either. You and I know it very well. Why do you have to say this, Lord?"

These words were the reason why Mo Jingxue came here. He was sure that Zhao Wumian was too seriously injured at the moment and could not be killed, so he came here to visit him.

"Let's talk business." Zhao Wumian took a sip of wine and said lightly.

Mo Jingxue shook the wine in the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He said, "I recognize your spear skills just now."

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows frivolously and looked up at him.

Mo Jingxue didn't keep it a secret, and smiled slightly, saying, "This is the spearmanship of General Yi, the former governor of the East China Sea Navy."

As soon as the words fell, the room suddenly fell silent.

Chen Qiyuan looked stunned.

Zhao Wumian didn't show any expression, but it was obvious that he had also had this guess in his mind.

But Mo Jingxue followed closely and said: "The spear technique is General Yi's spear technique, but the spear is not General Yi's spear...General Yi was not the only one who knew this spear technique back then. As far as I know, his two lieutenants also knew it."

In other words, the Liu family may be descendants of General Yi, or they may be descendants of that deputy general.

Mo Jingxue's sudden visit helped Zhao Wumian resolve his doubts.

Although it is also possible that Mo Jingxue deliberately lied in order to lead Zhao Wumian into trouble.

This requires Zhao Wumian to confirm it himself.

Zhao Wumian sipped his wine without saying a word. After a few breaths, he smiled and said, "You came here just to tell me this?"

"A cup of wine in the spring breeze, I didn't expect that the Marquis, a man of the world, has so much knowledge... I came here to drink, didn't I say it before?"

Mo Jingxue drank the wine in the bowl again, put it down, and stood up.

"I had a drink with the famous Wei Ming Hou, and I am very happy. I will take my leave now."

Mo Jingxue came suddenly and left suddenly, being erratic and inexplicable.

But if you know him, you will know that Mo Jingxue is that kind of person.

Follow your heart and don’t be bound by any rules.

Zhao Wumian glanced at him and suddenly said, "You know so much... Could it be that one of the five hall masters of the Zhubei Alliance has the surname 'Mo'?"

Mo Jingxue paused, and glanced sideways at Zhao Wumian from under his bamboo hat.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressing. After a few seconds, Mo Jingxue suddenly smiled.

"I don't want to tell you, so I won't tell you."

After that, Mo Jingxue asked curiously, "I heard the clue about the wrong Jin Boshan furnace. Lord, are you really not going to stop me?"

Chen Qiyuan tightened his grip on the Blood Scale Spear, and many of the Wujitian disciples around him began to sweat.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Zhao Wumian laughed a few times, "Mrs. Canghua is my wife. We discussed long ago that we would use the wrong gold Boshan furnace to kill you. Even if you didn't come to spy, the information would be delivered to you sooner or later... Today you saw that my injury has not healed yet, so you came to visit me generously. When we go to the ruins of the Zhubei Alliance someday, you can continue to look for me for a drink."

"It's just..." Zhao Wumian paused for a moment, then continued, "After drinking, you should kill people."

Mo Jingxue was dumbfounded. He really didn't know that Zhao Wumian and Lady Canghua wanted to use the Jinboshan furnace as bait to kill him.

He shook his head slightly. "If I had known this would happen, why would I have just been lying there with my butt sticking out to eavesdrop? I have lost my martial arts demeanor in vain..."

Mo Jingxue said something self-deprecating, then raised his hand to press down his hat and looked outside the inn.

"The martial arts master that the Marquis has ambushed outside, don't be nervous. I didn't dare to take action because you were by my side, otherwise I would have killed him a long time ago... But if we really fight, it will be of no benefit to both you and me. Let's just say goodbye. After all, we are all people of the martial arts world, so be cool and unrestrained."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Wujitian disciples looked at each other in confusion.

What Wu Kui?
There is another martial arts master beside Zhao Wumian! ?

Xiao Lengyue did not answer, but was secretly shocked... Mo Jingxue's martial arts were so good, how could he discover her?

This person really should not be underestimated.

Mo Jingxue smiled, turned around and bowed to Zhao Wumian, and praised him, "My Lord, you are very generous. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been scared out of his wits by me. There are not many people who would be so generous as to invite me to have a drink. If it weren't for our positions, I'm afraid you and I would be able to drink and chat happily."

Xiao Yuanmu, who had been sitting next to him, suddenly asked, "Let's drink and chat happily. Do you want me to go to a brothel with you?"

Mo Jingxue was stunned for a moment, looked at Xiao Yuanmu for a few times, and then smiled: "I have never been to the brothel in Lushan, and I am not interested in women. I saw the courtesan there when I went to Japan. Her face was as white as a ghost..."

"Get out of here now." Xiao Yuanmu narrowed his eyes slightly. This guy really started chatting?
Zhao Wumian laughed and said, "Let's say goodbye now... But this wine was not paid for by me, it was paid for by the Gun Master."

Mo Jingxue also bowed to Chen Qiyuan, pulled his cloak, walked out of the inn, and left in a graceful manner.

Zhao Wumian did not stop him.

Mo Jingxue came forward openly. Although he had the intention to kill him, this person did remind him of Liu Yuezhi, and he still missed him a little in his heart...

Compared to hiding in the dark and playing tricks, Zhao Wumian obviously still appreciates a playboy like Mo Jingxue more...

However, because of Mo Jingxue, countless people died, and Zhao Wumian has never forgotten it.

As he said, next time we meet, after drinking, we should kill each other...

(End of this chapter)