Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 360: Distant Green and Evening Sadness

In the winter of the thirty-second year of Hongtian, there was a heavy snow.

Zhao Wumian was less than two years old that year.

Lin'an was also covered with a layer of snow, and the number of pedestrians on the West Lake increased instead of decreased, most of them were tourists returning home to celebrate the New Year.

"call----"

At that time, Xiao Lengyue, who was 32 years old, was wearing a green skirt, holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing at the gate of the villa, exhaling a breath of white air, and her appearance was no different from now.

Today, she is a martial arts master who can build a bridge between heaven and earth, but as a girl, her skin is very delicate. Even on a snowy day, her bare hands holding the umbrella handle still turn red from the cold.

Xiao Lengyue didn't care about it. She just stood at the door bored, looking at the sky full of snow from time to time, wondering what to eat for the New Year's Eve dinner.

rustle----

Xiao Lengyue heard the subtle sound of horse hooves rolling over the snow, and her expression was slightly delighted. She glanced sideways and saw a white horse slowly emerging from behind the snow on the street in front of her.

The tall female knight in white was sitting on a horse, but what surprised Xiao Lengyue was that this time when she returned home, she was holding a child in her arms.

Xiao Lengyue walked forward with an umbrella in hand. When she got close, she looked the child up and down, frowning slightly, "This is..."

"An orphan picked up from the underworld, live with us from now on."

Jiu'er answered briefly, then turned over and got off the horse, startling the sleeping child in her arms, who opened his eyes. The child looked at Jiu'er's face, which was slightly similar to Xiao Lengyue's, with a slightly dazed look, and then said something in surprise in a childish voice with his underdeveloped voice.

"sisters?"

"Not bad, she is my sister and my only relative in this world. From now on, you have to call her Aunt Leng Yue."

Jiuer smiled and put the child down.

The child was not tall, and the snow in Lin'an was particularly heavy this year. As soon as he landed on the ground, his ankles and calves were submerged in the snow.

If it was an ordinary child, he would at least struggle and want to continue to curl up in the warm embrace, but this child was unusual. Instead, he showed a relaxed expression, raised his head high, looked at Jiu'er like an adult, and said:
"Finally you put me down. You really don't know how to hold a child."

"Really?" Jiu'er held the reins with one hand and smoothed her dress with the other. She just smiled when she heard this.

"I've never held a child before, so I really don't know how to do it..."

"Hey." Xiao Lengyue looked surprised. "You little kitten, why do you look like an adult... Are all kids this age so precocious? Hey, how old are you?"

"My name is not Hello, my name is Zhao Wumian."

The child said to Xiao Lengyue seriously, then stretched out his short hand and folded two fingers, "Two years old."

"Your name is not Zhao Wumian, but Xiao Yuankong. Remember that." Jiu'er corrected him and led the horse into the courtyard.

Zhao Wumian pulled his legs out of the snow and followed Jiuer.

"It's really weird. A two-year-old kid can speak such a long sentence so eloquently." Xiao Lengyue muttered and followed him into the yard.

At the end of this year, Jiuer brought back a child who didn't look like a child at all, adding an unusual bit of liveliness to the two sisters' home.

Crash---

Hot water poured into the bucket, adding a bit of warmth to the already warm house.

"I can take a shower by myself, I don't need you..."

"Cut the nonsense."

puff-

Xiao Lengyue ripped off Zhao Wumian's clothes and threw him into the bathtub.

"You! Gululu——"

With Zhao Wumian's height of two years old, falling into the bathtub was like falling into the deep sea. He was so frightened that he used his hands and feet to struggle in the water.

He couldn't swim and choked on water several times.

Xiao Lengyue put her hands on her hips and laughed, "Children are children!"

Jiu'er changed her clothes and wore a white nightgown made of gauze. She came over with a stool in her hand, raised her hand and knocked on the back of Xiao Lengyue's head, then put the stool in front of the bathtub and sat down, reached out and grabbed Zhao Wumian's arm and pulled him up.

Xiao Lengyue touched the back of her head without caring, then leaned over with her hands on her knees, leaned closer to Zhao Wumian's wet face, and said with a smile, "Call me Auntie, will you?"

Zhao Wumian stared at Xiao Lengyue's face, was silent for a few seconds, then deliberately coughed a few times and sprayed a mouthful of water, which fell all over Xiao Lengyue's face.

"Xiao Yuankong! Are you looking for a beating?" Xiao Lengyue raised her eyebrows and rolled up her sleeves as if she was about to hit him.

Zhao Wumian turned his face away and snorted coldly. He was not afraid at all and just said, "My name is Zhao Wumian."

Jiu'er didn't react to the two people's fight. He just made Zhao Wumian lie on the edge of the bathtub, soaked a towel, and helped Zhao Wumian take a bath. He looked calm, and only after hearing the words did he raise his hand and tap Zhao Wumian on the head lightly.

"Your name is Xiao Yuankong."

Xiao Lengyue wiped her face with a handkerchief, then moved a stool and sat closer. Her eyes lit up slightly, and she raised her hand to tease.

"Hey, sister, look at this little bird... Hey, this little brat is shy and uses his hands to cover it."

Crash---

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and splashed water onto Xiao Lengyue's face.

"Xiao Yuankong!"

……

After giving Zhao Wumian a bath and changing him into clean clothes, Xiao Lengyue and Jiuer put him aside to play with themselves while they got busy.

Xiao Lengyue still had to check the account books of Taixuan Palace's branches across the country throughout the year, while Jiuer went to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.

Zhao Wumian was lying on the couch, bored, supporting his face with one hand. He put the rattle that Jiu'er gave him on his back to tickle it, while his eyes were looking at Xiao Lengyue who was working at the desk.

"Auntie, can you teach me martial arts?"

"You know to call me aunt now? You are such a smart kid." Xiao Lengyue responded casually without raising her head. She checked the account book carefully.

"I heard from Sister Jiu'er that my aunt is a master who can communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth without relying on the Nine Bells." Zhao Wumian smiled and sat up. "I also want to be a martial arts master like my aunt."

"I became a martial arts master because I was hunted down by the bastard emperor of the capital when I was a child."

Xiao Lengyue leaned back in the chair, raised her legs from under her skirt and placed them on the desk, holding the account book in her hand. Her every move showed none of the gentleness of a Jiangnan woman, and she said:
"You are only two years old. You cannot practice martial arts. You can only practice internal skills first. At most, you can take a medicinal bath every day to lay the foundation for practicing external skills in the future."

"At what age can one practice?"

"At least six."

"Auntie, teach me a few tricks. It will help to satisfy my craving."

Xiao Lengyue glanced at Zhao Wumian with a bit of helplessness, but since it was her first time taking care of a child, she found it somewhat novel, so she actually took Zhao Wumian to practice martial arts in the house.

Afterwards, each of them was hit on the head with a rolling pin by Jiuer.

At the age of two, practicing martial arts rashly will only hurt your bones.

There is an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks for today’s New Year’s Eve dinner.

At the table, Zhao Wumian and Jiuer sat together, while Xiao Lengyue sat alone. Xiao Lengyue felt unbalanced and wondered whether she should adopt a child too.
At least we can be in pairs.

Zhao Wumian seemed to see through her thoughts and suggested, "Why not go to the Jianghu and pick some orphans like me, and choose the best fighter to be my aunt's disciple, so that I can pass on my legacy."

Jiuer held the small bowl and ate silently, without saying a word, and was very quiet.

Xiao Lengyue glanced at Zhao Wumian and asked, "You want a junior brother?"

"No, I want a child bride."

Xiao Lengyue lifted up the back of Zhao Wumian's collar, took off her embroidered shoes, and patted him on the butt twice, "Not proper."

Having said that, the next day after the New Year’s Eve dinner, Xiao Lengyue and Zhao Wumian went to the streets and alleys to look for orphans.

Xiao Lengyue herself had no interest in this, and just took the children shopping when she had nothing to do. Zhao Wumian, on the other hand, was very interested, not because of any child bride, but because it was his first time in Lin'an and he felt curious.

There were only a few street orphans, but there were quite a few. A few young ones were brought back, most of whom were found by Zhao Wumian.

Xiao Lengyue asked his subordinates to take him away and train him as a future disciple of Taixuan Palace.

"Auntie, don't you plan to adopt one?"

"I'm just kidding. How can I accept a disciple so easily?"

Zhao Wumian smiled, broke off a branch from the street, and danced with it like a sword, leaving traces on the ground as he walked.

Only at this time could Xiao Lengyue see some childishness in Zhao Wumian.

Xiao Lengyue glanced at him and suddenly asked, "The reason you said that is not because you really want a child bride, but because you can't stand seeing orphans on the streets and want someone to raise them, right?"

Zhao Wumian looked back and glanced at Xiao Lengyue with a little surprise, thinking that he was indeed a sharp-minded person who could build the Taixuan Palace in Jiangnan.

He laughed and said, "I really want a child bride."

Xiao Lengyue knocked on Zhao Wumian's head and said, "If you dare to lie to me again, I will punish you by not allowing you to eat tonight."

"Never lie to Auntie."

After returning to the villa, a few days passed, and it was late one night.

Xiao Lengyue hurried back, bringing back a little girl who was a few years older than Zhao Wumian.

The little girl was sleeping in Xiao Lengyue's arms. Her face with baby fat was very delicate, but her clothes and face were stained with blood and dust.

Zhao Wumian held a wooden stick and, taking advantage of the moonlight, casually waved the moves that Xiao Lengyue had taught him in the yard. He was a little surprised by what he saw.

"You really want to raise a daughter?"

"What are you raising..." Xiao Lengyue said with a somewhat tired look:
"This girl's parents were killed by bandits. She didn't know any martial arts, but she killed all the bandits by herself with a kitchen knife. She stole a horse and ended up near Lin'an. She is a good candidate for martial arts training. We should send her to Taixuan Palace and train her as a disciple."

Zhao Wumian looked at the girl a few more times, without saying much, just nodded, but there was a hint of sigh in his eyes.

It must be hard to see your own parents die in front of you.

Jiu'er walked out of the house and glanced at the sky. "Let her stay at home for one night, and then send her to the palace tomorrow."

Xiao Lengyue and Jiuer wanted to give the girl a bath, but Zhao Wumian, like a gentleman, left the room to avoid suspicion.

After taking a shower, Xiao Lengyue arranged a separate room for the girl.

In the middle of the night, the girl woke up. She looked around blankly at first, and after a moment she realized that she seemed to have been rescued by an older sister.

After she had figured out the situation, she curled up in her quilt and cried.

She has no father and no mother.

Bangdang————

There was a slight knock at the window.

The girl looked up alertly and looked at the window with a blank look in her eyes.

bang-

There was another sound, as if someone was throwing stones at her window.

The girl got off the bed alertly, looked around, found the dagger she carried with her, and then raised the window.

Huhu——

The evening breeze blew into the house, taking away the heat, but when I looked carefully, there was nothing outside the window.

The girl was stunned, but followed him immediately, leaning out from under the window sill with a string of candied haws in one hand.

The bright and juicy, crystal red candied haws have a faint glow on their sugar coating under the moonlight.

The girl's eyes became even more confused. She stood on tiptoe and was about to look down in the direction of the hand, but she saw a boy jumping up lightly with his hands on the windowsill.

It turned out that the boy was too short to reach the window sill. Zhao Wumian didn't care about these details. He leaned on the window sill with his arms and waved the candied haws in his hand, "Here."

The girl looked at the boy in astonishment with slightly red and swollen eyes. After hearing what he said, she subconsciously took it. However, seeing the boy's expression, he climbed up to the window sill, sat down like this, and smiled at her:

"Taste it?"

The girl sniffed subconsciously, looking confused.

"If your heart is bitter, at least you should say it sweetly."

Zhao Wumian laughed, "I spent a lot of time wandering around the streets in the middle of the night to find this candied haws. It took me a lot of time to find it. Don't waste it... That's it, bye."

After that, the boy didn't say much and jumped off the window sill again. There was a rustling sound of stepping on the snow, and the boy went to the next room.

The next day, the girl was sent to the headquarters of Taixuan Palace.

When the two met again, it was the Lantern Festival.

These days, orphans are gathered together and asked to fight each other to pick out the best fighter.

It’s not that Xiao Lengyue really wants to adopt one. This kind of thing is very common in all sects. She just wants to see how talented these kids are in martial arts.

Zhao Wumian found it interesting and followed Xiao Lengyue to watch them fight.

It was the morning of the Lantern Festival, at the headquarters of Taixuan Palace...which was a secret courtyard in Tinglan Manor.

It doesn’t have the grandeur that Zhao Wumian imagined... Well, he’s hiding in the city, so grand, is he afraid that the court won’t find him?
He spotted the girl in the crowd and waved to her.

There were too many people and the girl didn't see him.

Zhao Wumian ran over and said to her proudly, "How is it? Is my candied haws sweet?"

The girl looked at him without saying a word, just shook her head silently, then took out the handkerchief from her arms and opened it.

The candied haws were picked one by one and wrapped in handkerchiefs, but after these days, even in the deep winter, the candied haws had already gone bad.

Zhao Wumian was surprised and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

The girl smiled at him. This was the first sentence she said to Zhao Wumian.

"Just watching it makes me feel sweet inside..."

Zhao Wumian looked at the girl's smile and was speechless.

In the afternoon, the orphans had a fight, and the girl beat all of them down with her small wooden sword.

Xiao Lengyue stood with his hands behind his back and glanced at Zhao Wumian.

The girl used several martial arts moves...those moves were the ones she had taught Zhao Wumian before.

Zhao Wumian noticed Xiao Lengyue's gaze and looked at him in confusion.

Xiao Lengyue withdrew her gaze indifferently, snorted coldly, and said to herself: "I only heard that a daughter who is married off is like water poured out, but I never thought that this man is also a basin of water..."

Although she complained, Xiao Lengyue accepted the girl as his disciple afterwards... She was called a disciple, but in fact she was an adopted daughter.

Zhao Wumian was astonished by her beauty. After all, Xiao Lengyue had obviously not intended to take in any so-called disciple or adopted daughter.

Xiao Lengyue named the girl Xiao Yuanmu.

It says, "Traveler looks at the trees and picks them, and feels sad when seeing the distant green in the evening."

Of course, this is all a story for later... because after the Lantern Festival, Zhao Wumian left Lin'an with Jiu'er and went to the martial arts world.

In Huating City, at the Tiangong Mansion, the backyard that had been noisy for half a day slowly became quiet. Except for the occasional faint whirring of the evening breeze passing through the hall, there was no other sound.

Inside the room, Zhao Wumian was lying on the couch with a pale face, but after taking the elixir, his complexion was much better than before.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes and felt a heaviness in his stomach.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the patient, Princess Xiangzhu, was sleeping on his stomach, looking very tired. He guessed that the little mute felt bad and insisted on doing so.

Zhao Wumian's vision was still a little blurry due to excessive consumption, but he was not seriously injured. Soon his vision became clear and a pleasant voice came to his ears.

"Awake? How do you feel?"

Glancing sideways, she saw a bench beside the couch. Xiao Yuanmu was sitting on the bench, holding the Zhan Yan hairpin and the glass lamp in her hands and looking at them. Seeing Zhao Wumian waking up, she looked at him sideways.

The moonlight shone through the window paper and fell on Xiao Yuanmu's young face. In a trance, Zhao Wumian seemed to see her in Lin'an twenty years ago.

Xiao Yuanmu didn't know what Zhao Wumian was thinking. He saw that he seemed to be in a daze, with a hint of smile appearing in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

"If you tell me that you have lost your memory and don't remember me, I will really cry out loud. I will cry so loudly that the whole street can hear it."

Gollum-

Zhao Wumian’s stomach started to growl… He had consumed a lot of energy, so he was naturally hungry.

Xiao Yuanmu stood up helplessly, "What do you want to eat? I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it."

Now Zhao Wumian felt that eating a few cows was no problem, but he said:

"I want to eat candied haws."

Xiao Yuanmu paused where he was, then suddenly turned around to look at him.

Zhao Wumian lay weakly on the couch, his face still pale. He smiled and said, "My heart is bitter, but I have to say it sweetly."

Xiao Yuanmu stopped talking. She stared at Zhao Wumian without blinking.

Zhao Wumian's guess at Mount Lu was correct. Time and space are one and the same, neither of them can be missing. Doesn't the process of the green jade pendant transforming into the body imply the principle of space?

What's more, Zhao Wumian used the Red Silk of Naraku to turn it back into emptiness. As a result, his control over the Red Silk of Naraku was obviously improved... In fact, he did not remember everything about himself, but some fragments of memory flashed through his mind uncontrollably.

So he asked, "By the way, I wonder how you handled the candied haws at that time? They have been left out for so many days, I'm afraid they must have been infested with maggots, right?"

Xiao Yuanmu stared at him in silence for a few seconds before smiling.

"Of course I threw it away. You can't let me eat the maggots too... idiot."

"That's right." Zhao Wumian laughed.

Xiao Yuanmu was also laughing.

She turned and left the room, closing the door with a click. Xiao Yuanmu seemed to stand in front of the door for a long time, as if adjusting his mood. After a while, her footsteps and calm shouts were heard.

"Come here, prepare some food for the Marquis."

Zhao Wumian withdrew his gaze from the door. Although his memory had not yet fully recovered, he remembered a lot of things. He was very happy in his heart, so he raised his hand and patted Luo Xiangzhu on the shoulder.

"Princess, princess, why are you sleeping here?"

Luo Xiangzhu was sick after all, and just felt tired. She didn't wake up even when Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu had a few words together.

At this moment, she suddenly woke up and immediately jumped up her upper body. She was originally wearing a thin nightgown and a coat. At this moment, the nightgown was shaking, and the two points of gravity in front of the clothes could be seen...

Zhao Wumian silently looked away.

Luo Xiangzhu obviously didn't notice this detail. She casually raised her hand to pull her coat, rubbed her eyes, and then looked at Zhao Wumian. Her thoughts gradually became clear. Seeing that Zhao Wumian was fine, she pursed her pink lips as if she was about to cry.

Why take such a big risk for her?
"Thanks to this, I have recovered some of my memories. How can it be called an adventure?" Zhao Wumian propped up his upper body, leaned back on the couch with a pillow, and comforted.

Luo Xiangzhu shook his head, then stood up, pointed at Zhao Wumian, then picked up Zhao Wumian's Wuhen Sword, used it as a crutch, supported himself and walked forward a few steps, then looked back with a worried look on his face.

Xiao Lengyue said, your internal energy is definitely not enough to support the tracing back...Are you going to become an old grandfather?
Zhao Wumian thought her little actions were very cute. He looked at them with interest and shook his head slightly.

"It's not that exaggerated. Even if my life span is really shortened, I will definitely become an immortal in the future." Zhao Wumian's tone was full of the confidence of a young man, and he raised his head and said:
"Do you still care about your life span? Instead of worrying about this, you should worry more about my innate all-poison body... After all, in a few years, if I can't find Tian Xuanchen, I will be poisoned to death, hahahaha——"

Zhao Wumian laughed a few times, but the girl in front of him couldn't laugh at all.

She put down the Wuhen Knife, sat in front of the couch, held Zhao Wumian's hands with both of hers, her eyes slightly moist.

I am sorry.

Zhao Wumian looked at Luo Xiangzhu, gradually stopped smiling, and said seriously:
"The Incorrect Gold Boshan Furnace is related to my memory. If I can't find it, I will never be able to remember the past, and I will never be able to communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth. Now that the Green Jade Pendant has been transformed into the body, I haven't discovered other benefits yet, but at least I can remember a lot of things from the past... This is a really good thing for me, I'm not lying to you."

Luo Xiangzhu thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook his head.

Having said that, Zhao Wumian is taking this risk for her after all. Maybe Zhao Wumian will also turn the green jade pendant into something that can enter his body in the future, but at least at this moment, Luo Xiangzhu cannot accept it with peace of mind.

Zhao Wumian was held tightly in Luo Xiangzhu's small hand, which felt soft but very cold. It was obvious that Luo Xiangzhu's body was extremely weak.

But she sat beside him and looked after him for who knows how long... and then she fell asleep.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and kiss the back of Luo Xiangzhu's white and tender hand.

"Woo!?" The little mute couldn't speak, but just made a very surprised nasal sound from his throat.

She shuddered, suddenly pulled back her hand, jumped up, her fair face suddenly turned blood red, and she stared at Zhao Wumian in disbelief.

"I……"

Before Zhao Wumian could finish his words, he saw Luo Xiangzhu rushing out of the house in a panic. He didn't even bother to close the door and disappeared in a flash.

I didn't know whether to run into my room and hide under the quilt, or go to Mu Lier to complain.

Zhao Wumian had to swallow the words he was about to say. Looking at the empty room, he was glad for the thought.

He just kissed the back of her hand, and the little mute became like this. If she had really listened to Xiao Yuanmu and come over to practice dual cultivation, she would have probably fainted.

Zhao Wumian didn't have to wait long before several girls came hurriedly, followed by many maids carrying food.

Knowing Zhao Wumian's condition, doesn't this mean that as long as he can find the Cuojin Boshan Furnace, he will be able to completely restore his memory and build a bridge between heaven and earth?

Thinking of this, everyone was in a good mood. Zhao Wumian's stomach was growling with hunger, and he ate heartily, so they also ate a little.

Luo Xiangzhu followed behind Mu Lier with a red face. When Zhao Wumian looked at her, she looked away in panic, but Mu Lier didn't react... She didn't know whether Luo Xiangzhu had complained or not.

Maybe she felt that the fact that she was kissed was too embarrassing to talk about and she didn't dare to tell anyone?
It's very likely.

After the midnight snack, Zhao Wumian was full and satisfied. Xiao Lengyue felt his pulse and confirmed that he was just overexerted and would recover after a few days of rest. Then they completely relaxed, chatted with Zhao Wumian for a while, and then left.

Suddenly Zhao Wumian was the only one left in the room.

Zhao Wumian really wanted to go and talk to Princess Xiangzhu, but in the middle of the night, a beautiful woman came onto the bed. It was Xiao Yuanmu.

She seemed to have drunk some wine, her pretty face was slightly red, and as soon as she got on the bed in her loose nightgown, her vagina began to slowly grow bigger.

"you……"

"Stop talking nonsense." Xiao Yuanmu lowered his head and offered his red lips.

"Sister's lips are sweeter than candied haws..."

Zhao Wumian has recovered some of his memories, and no one is in a better mood than Xiao Yuanmu... Even though he knows that Zhao Wumian is tired, he can't suppress the impulse in his heart.

But if Xiao Yuanmu is like this, isn’t it the same for Zhao Wumian?

But just as Zhao Wumian's face was buried under the skirt, not long after, the door of the room clicked and someone else came in.

He paused, and then he heard Xiao Yuanmu's calm voice, "Come here, your master can't do anything, you do it for your master..."

"Ah?" Su Qingqi was wearing an outer coat and a light gauze nightgown underneath. She was surprised and shy when she heard that.

Xiao Yuanmu glared at the still shy Su Qingqi with a look of disappointment.

"Dual cultivation will naturally make recovery faster, don't you understand?"

After hearing this, Su Qingqi looked strange and slowly climbed onto the bed.

Looking at the master and disciple, even though Zhao Wumian was physically exhausted, he felt like he was blazing with energy, as if he had endless strength.

He held Su Qingqi's hand...

(End of this chapter)