Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 366 Impersonation
Whoosh———

Before I knew it, the sky had brightened. The sea breeze carried the petals of the hydrangeas in the yard and blew across the backyard, making a faint sound.

Zhao Wumian had been looking after Luo Xiangzhu all night and was a little tired. He opened the window and the refreshing sea breeze blew on his face, refreshing him.

In the backyard, the maids had already gotten up and were taking care of the hydrangeas in the yard, or running back and forth carrying basins of water, brooms and other things.

He let in some air for a while and then closed the window. He then walked to the curtain, raised his hand and gently pulled it, ready to see how Luo Xiangzhu was doing.

The mute princess had a fever and it was summer, so she obviously didn't want to cover herself with a quilt. In the middle of the night, she kicked the quilt off several times like a child. Zhao Wumian covered her with the quilt many times, but now he saw that she had kicked the quilt away again.

The light quilt embroidered with lotus flowers was crumpled into a strand and draped over her lower abdomen, symbolically showing her fullness and warmth. The princess, wearing a thin nightgown, lay on her side on the couch, her slightly red face facing Zhao Wumian.

Two bunches of bamboo shoots were squeezed together, so much that Zhao Wumian couldn't even hold them with one hand. There was an obvious line on the chest of her nightgown. Because the nightgown was tight, the tips of the bamboo shoots were extremely obvious.

Two snow-white thighs stuck out from the hem of the skirt, crossed over, the skin was extremely white and tender, quite fleshy, and the feet seemed to feel the morning cold, with the five fingers curled up.

Zhao Wumian was dazzled, but he obviously would not take advantage of the situation. He bent down and pulled up Chun to block the princess's graceful figure, and pushed her shoulder.

"Would you like to have breakfast?"

"Well--"

Luo Xiangzhu's condition was indeed much better than Zeng Lengyue's. Upon hearing the words, she nasally opened her almond-shaped eyes a little in a daze, glanced at Zhao Wumian, and then opened her pink lips obediently.

want to eat.

Zhao Wumian pushed open the door and asked the maid standing outside to bring a basin of water and a towel to help Luo Xiangzhu wash up. Then he brought the dinner tray, sat beside the couch, and picked up Luo Xiangzhu and held her against his shoulder as he did last night.

"This time I asked the kitchen to get some pickled cucumbers. Are they appetizing?"

Zhao Wumian picked up a piece of pickled cucumber and tasted it himself first. Feeling that it tasted good, he picked up another piece and fed it to her.

Luo Xiangzhu's beautiful eyes were slightly closed, but her pink lips were slightly opened. Then she bit a piece of cucumber with a "click" sound, chewed it carefully, and after eating this piece, she opened her mouth again.

After waiting for a while, no one fed her. Luo Xiangzhu looked up blankly, and saw Zhao Wumian tearing open the steaming pancake and picking up the pickled cucumbers and some side dishes.

Luo Xiangzhu closed her eyes and opened her pink lips wider.

want to eat.

After picking it up, she moved it to her lips, opened her mouth but couldn't bite it. Luo Xiangzhu instinctively moved forward, but the pancake also moved backwards, making it impossible for her to eat it.

Luo Xiangzhu then opened her eyes, but unfortunately at the moment she had a high fever and her head was dizzy, so she couldn't think. She was a big fool, with a blank look in her eyes. She had no idea that Zhao Wumian was teasing her.

Zhao Wumian thought Luo Xiangzhu was very cute like this, and he had an urge to kiss her. Unfortunately, a few seconds later, someone tapped his head for no apparent reason, accompanied by a majestic and cold voice.

"Your senior sister is already stupid at the moment because of the high fever, and you are still teasing her?"

Zhao Wumian touched the back of his head and looked back. Mu Lier was standing behind him in a white dress as white as snow, with her hands on her hips. She looked angry and fierce.

Zhao Wumian chuckled and was about to speak when his fingertips were wrapped in moisture and heat. It turned out to be Princess Xiangzhu who came forward impatiently and took a big bite of the pancake and her fingertips.

Zhao Wumian's heart skipped a beat...this woman is so cute.

Mu Lier's angry expression suddenly turned into a smile, "Silly girl."

She held up her skirt and sat beside the couch, pulling Luo Xiangzhu into her arms with a "bo" sound, but Luo Xiangzhu still had her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her cheeks puffed up, and she was only focused on eating.

Mu Lier said softly to Zhao Wumian: "You should also go and rest. I will take care of her."

Mu Lier's shoulders were much thinner than Zhao Wumian's, so it felt a little uncomfortable to use them as a pillow. Luo Xiangzhu turned down and leaned against Mu Lier's plump chest, and her white skirt immediately showed signs of sinking.

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it and test its softness, but Mu Lier slapped his hand away and rolled her eyes at him, "Xiangzhu is still here, how disrespectful..."

Luo Xiangzhu opened her eyes blankly...what did she want to do?
Zhao Wumian smiled. He was indeed a little tired. He got up and left, going back to his room to catch up on some sleep.

He originally wanted to sleep with the warm and fragrant Miss Su in his arms, but unfortunately Su Qingqi was currently practicing martial arts, and was too embarrassed to go into Zhao Wumian's room in broad daylight, so he had to give up.

Zhao Wumian slept soundly until the afternoon, when the warm sun shone through the window onto the couch. He woke up slowly and yawned, feeling quite comfortable.

He got up, washed and refreshed himself, then came to the courtyard. Guan Yunshu, who had changed into a clean monk's robe, was standing in a bush of hydrangeas, dancing with a sword. His lotus steps were light and graceful, like he was hunting a butterfly among the flowers.

The pale golden sunlight sprinkled down and fell on her body, and her skin seemed to be reflecting a faint glow.

Exquisite face, fair skin, ink-black hair, and perfectly small pink lips... Every time Zhao Wumian saw Guan Yunshu, he felt happy.

Guan Yunshu saw Zhao Wumian, holding the sword in his backhand and leaning against his waist, looking at him sideways, "You slept for a long time. Are you so tired just by taking care of the little mute for one night?"

"Who was it that, after a long journey, didn't even take a rest, and rushed to rescue you as soon as he heard the news that you were being hunted?" Zhao Wumian asked back.

Guan Yunshu was not a woman who would admit defeat, whether in martial arts or quarreling, but this time she was unusually speechless.

Zhao Wumian didn't intend to make Guan Yunshu feel guilty, nor did he care about this little thing. Anyway, if he encountered danger, he believed that this poisonous-tongued nun in front of him would not take a rest and would rush to save him.

"I want to go to the Jade Palace later. Do you want to come with me? Haven't you been wanting to beat up that palace master for a long time?"

"I can only vent my anger by relying on the protection of Marquis Weiming. I don't like it..." After saying this, Guan Yunshu looked Zhao Wumian up and down again and asked, "Don't you take off your clothes for a nap?"

Zhao Wumian lowered his eyes and looked at himself, "Yes, I didn't take it off...what's wrong?"

"What's the mess?"

Zhao Wumian didn't feel embarrassed. He casually pulled at his collar and patted the hem of his robe. "I'm handsome, good at martial arts, and have a high status. Even if I'm dressed shabbily, I'll only lead the fashion trend in the martial arts world..."

Before he finished speaking, Guan Yunshu sighed, sheathed his sword, came closer, and smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes with his bare hands.
"It's fine at home, you can wear whatever you want, but you're going out later, how can you be so sloppy?"

Guan Yunshu rarely, almost never, expressed his affection towards Zhao Wumian so directly... Was it just helping to sort out the clothes, considered affection? Zhao Wumian didn't know, but he felt a little embarrassed for the first time.

"Well...thank you very much." Zhao Wumian thanked him.

Guan Yunshu noticed Zhao Wumian's unnaturalness, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, and asked curiously: "Are you shy?"

"I'm not a young man who has never experienced anything between the sexes, so what should I be ashamed of? But I have to admit that I wanted you to return to the secular world even more." Zhao Wumian used his fingertips to measure a small distance to represent the weight.

"No matter how miserable I am, I will never return to secular life." Guan Yunshu shook her head slightly, then suddenly turned around and left, continuing to practice sword dance.

The conversation between the two came to an abrupt end, but the atmosphere was not awkward.

Zhao Wumian stood there and watched the nun dance with the sword for a while, then went to the kitchen to ask for some food and ate heartily. During the meal, Xiao Lengyue came up to him, sat at the table, crossed her plump legs, propped up her face, and said earnestly:

"If we want to find the wrong Jinboshan furnace, we can't do without the four colored glaze jades. Even though the little princess has a high fever and is unconscious now, we have to send people to protect her and go to the ruins of the Northern Alliance together."

Zhao Wumian was shoveling rice into his mouth, mentally prepared for this.
"Master, just keep an eye on her. Since she communicated with the bridge of heaven and earth, she has only attacked Jiannan once. No one in the martial arts world knows that she is now a martial arts master... If there are really people who are blind and think that she is just an ordinary unity of heaven and man, and rashly attack her, they will definitely suffer."

Xiao Yuanmu also followed Xiao Lengyue, sitting on a chair with his legs in the air, looking serious.

"The garrison stationed at Huating is none other than the Chu navy, the personal army of your old lover. Why don't you mobilize a tower ship and several thousand elite soldiers to protect them together?"

"Those who are able to rob the Jinboshan furnace by mistake are all martial arts masters. It is not the first time for me to take their heads from among ten thousand soldiers. Those thousands of elite soldiers cannot surround them. If a fight really breaks out, Master will have to take their lives into consideration. The gain will outweigh the loss." Zhao Wumian shook his head.

"Then just don't worry about it." Xiao Yuanmu covered the lower half of his face with a round fan, his tone was amusing.

Well, this woman knew that mobilizing troops was useless, but she still proposed it. She simply wanted to bully Luo Chaoyan and kill some of her personal soldiers for fun.

After a brief chat about Luo Xiangzhu, Zhao Wumian packed up, led out the white horse, and prepared to go to the Jade Palace.

Guiyi and Mo Jingxue are mortal enemies. The only person who still knows clues about the Ecstasy Scabbard is the Master of the Jade Palace. Zhao Wumian has to go and meet him.

Although the Jade Palace Master's ranking of the most beautiful women in the world caused several girls to complain, from a standpoint, Zhao Wumian had no grudges against the Jade Palace.

If the Palace Master of the Jade Palace cooperates honestly, then after seizing the Secluded World Sheath and the Inlaid Gold Boshan Furnace, Zhao Wumian may be able to award the Secluded World Sheath to the Jade Palace as a reward.

Zhao Wumian went to Zhichi Tianya with sincerity, intending to cooperate. He hoped that the Jade Palace would not be ungrateful... It was impossible that the Jade Palace wanted to stand against the imperial court, Wugong Mountain, and Huanzhen Pavilion?
Isn't that a fool? What does he want? Obviously, as long as they are willing to cooperate, Zhao Wumian is not unwilling to give the sheath... But before that, he has to find a way to let the girls vent their anger.

Crash---

The sea was filled with a light white mist, and the black-sailed boats were drifting on the sea. The waves were surging, hitting the side of the boats, and water droplets were splashing.

Zhao Wumian, wearing a pitch-black waterproof cloak and with the Wuhen Knife hanging behind his waist, stood at the stern, rowing the boat.

Guan Yunshu stood at the bow, gazing into the distance. The sea breeze blew gently, and her long hair swayed in the wind. Zhao Wumian, who was standing at the stern, could vaguely smell the fragrance of her hair.

Obviously, although the nun said that she was unwilling to rely on the influence of Marquis Weiming, she was turned away the last time she came. This time, Zhao Wumian was there, so she wanted to get back at him.

Besides, she had been here before, so she could be considered as helping Zhao Wumian lead the way.

Xiao Yuanmu wrapped himself in a blanket and sat beside Guan Yunshu, playing with his hair out of boredom.

No matter where Zhao Wumian went, Xiao Yuanmu would basically follow him... He was so clingy as if he had lost something, and was afraid that if he wasn't paying attention, Zhao Wumian would die on the street due to some accident.

Princess Xiangzhu still needs to be taken care of. This time they came to the Jade Palace to discuss cooperation, not to kill people, because the girls did not come all at once, only Xiao Yuanmu and Guan Yunshu came. Zhao Wumian paddled the boat and listened to the gossip of the two girls at the bow.

"The last time you sneaked into the Jade Palace alone, didn't you do anything while you were there?" Xiao Yuanmu asked curiously.

According to Su Qingqi, the last time Guan Yunshu came to Zhichi Tianya, he was turned away, so he got annoyed and sneaked in... but he was not discovered. Obviously, on the one hand, the Jade Palace probably only had their Palace Master, the top martial arts master, and on the other hand, Guan Yunshu had also gained experience by sneaking in with Zhao Wumian.

"I sneaked in because I suspected that the Jade Palace had found clues to the Sheath. I didn't steal anything, nor did I kill anyone... What else could I do?" Guan Yunshu frowned.

"I burned down their office, treasure house, and so on... I don't know if you are dull or convinced, you think the title of the most beautiful woman in the world should be mine, right?"

Convinced orally?

Guan Yunshumei's eyes widened a little, and she sneered, "How shallow must a dignified Taixuan Palace Master be to care about such an empty title."

Don’t you care about it on weekdays? Zhao Wumian thought.

"Stupid talk." Xiao Yuanmu covered his face with a round fan and said with a smile, "I don't care, but the one rowing the boat does. Guess whether he likes the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world or the ordinary little nun?"

What the hell does it have to do with me? I actually like them all.

"By the way, I still don't know much about the Master of the Jade Palace. Can you introduce her to me?" If Zhao Wumian didn't interrupt, the two women would definitely be involved in the quarrel.

Guan Yunshu glanced at Xiao Yuanmu with a slightly cold look, then stepped back a few steps, sat down against the side of the boat, hugged his knees, recalled for a moment, and said:

"The master of the Jade Palace, whose real name is Wen Wuzheng, is known as 'the surging waves of the world without contenders, who can turn the clouds and suppress hundreds of currents with one hand.'

When he was young, he seemed to be just an unknown knight-errant. It was not until he joined the Jade Palace for some unknown reason, became the Palace Master, and severely injured Zhuang Banxian that he became famous, received the plaque of Wu Kui, and became the leader of the East China Sea. "

"But I don't know if it's because of his chivalrous nature or for some other reason. Although he is the best in martial arts, he rarely shows up in the martial arts world. Most of the time, he travels around the martial arts world like the abbot of Dongwen. He just likes to hide his identity, so his whereabouts are elusive."

Guan Yunshu's posture inevitably made the hem of his monk robe rise a little, revealing his white embroidered shoes and delicate ankles.

Zhao Wumian looked at her ankles, and it seemed as if he could see her skin through the thin spring socks.

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him sideways.

Zhao Wumian looked at Xiao Yuanmu, "You haven't seen him before?"

Xiao Yuanmu snorted coldly and shook his head lightly, "How dare he show up in front of me since he wrote me into the Jingzheng Peerless List? Having said that, although he rarely fights with others in the martial arts world, his martial arts skills should not be underestimated... Zhuang Banxian is not a small fish that can be easily manipulated by others. You should know that before I became famous, he was the leader of the evil ways."

The evil ways here usually don't bring the Western Regions... After all, that place is too far away from the Central Plains, and the people of the Western Region Holy Church rarely act in the Central Plains, so their presence is not strong. Only the imperial court knows that there are rebellious people in the Western Regions and they have established themselves as warlords, so they regard them as a great enemy.

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment. Wen Wuzheng was able to fight with Guiyi and Guiyuan for half a night, and although he escaped due to Mo Jingxue's sudden appearance, it was enough to show how high his martial arts skills were.

After all, even Zhao Wumian does not have the confidence that he can escape unscathed from the encirclement of Guiyi and Guiyuan.

This world is truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Xiao Yuanmu saw what Zhao Wumian was thinking and smiled faintly, "No matter how high Wen Wuzheng's martial arts skills are, it is impossible for him to be unscathed. How can Master Guiyi be easily bullied? He must be seriously injured."

As they were talking, they could see quite a few boats on the surrounding sea, but most of them were rowing back dejectedly. It was obvious that they had been turned away.

Zhao Wumian asked a few people from afar across the sea, and sure enough, it seemed that there were too many people from the martial arts world visiting in recent days, so the Jade Palace closed its gates and refused to see anyone, which was quite tough.

Yes, after all, they are also one of the Three Sects and Six Schools, the leader of the East China Sea. Among the Three Sects and Six Schools that Zhao Wumian has seen so far, only Xiao Xitian had been ridden on the neck and shit on... But that was only because the bald donkey didn't care at all because of the Pearl Relics Treasure Tower, which had no desires or requests.

Zhao Wumian was thinking about all sorts of things while rowing the boat forward for an unknown amount of time. The white mist in front of him gradually dissipated, and an island of unknown size appeared before him.

The island is lush and green, shaped like a gem, with a towering building in the middle that looks like a lighthouse on the sea.

There is a port on the shore, but there are not many ships docked there... Obviously, most of them have been driven away.

A young disciple was standing at the port. When he saw Zhao Wumian, he frowned and shouted, "Sorry, our sect does not accept guests. You may come back the next day!"

The voice came from far away, and seeing that Zhao Wumian had no intention of changing direction, the disciple was also a ruthless man. He immediately raised his hand, and dense spots of light appeared in the arrow tower behind him... They were all arrows, reflecting the sunlight.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn and grim.

Some of the wanderers who had not yet had time to leave were terrified and paddled with all their might. Someone shouted to Zhao Wumian:
"Brother, it's okay if you want to die, but don't hurt us. A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him!"

The disciple's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Your Excellency, please go. Don't let this blue sea and sky be stained with blood!"

Guan Yunshu frowned, "The last time I came here, the Jade Palace was quite friendly. Why is it so aggressive now... Is it just because of impatience?"

"I guess something must have happened in the sect..." Xiao Yuanmu guessed.

Zhao Wumian put down the oars, walked to the bow and stood there, reaching his hand out from under his cloak and holding up the token, "I am the Marquis Weiming of the imperial court, and I have something to discuss with Palace Master Wen!"

When the voice was heard, the people in the martial arts world looked at him in surprise, sizing up Zhao Wumian with expressions of doubt and uncertainty.

The Jade Palace disciple was also startled, but for some reason, he sneered, "Another Marquis Wei Ming!? Well, well, yesterday someone claiming to be Marquis Wei Ming came to my sect, killed my fellow disciples, and wanted to see the Palace Master. Now another one comes!?"

?

Zhao Wumian's eyes narrowed, Guan Yunshu and Xiao Yuanmu also frowned, and looked at each other, "Is there a bad guy impersonating you to cause trouble?"

Not only did he stir up trouble, but he also used Zhao Wumian's identity to kill people? No wonder the Jade Palace is so tense and stern now, and no one is willing to let in.

Zhao Wumian had been in the underworld for so long, but this was the first time he was impersonated. He felt a little angry, but he knew that the crime was not committed by the Jade Palace, so he just threw the token from a distance, "Here is the identity certificate!"

The token was thrown into the air, and the disciple raised his hand to take it. He took a look at it, shook his head, and threw it back again with a sneer.

"The young man yesterday also had an identical token! I'm afraid there are many fake Wei Ming Hou tokens in the world today."

?

Tokens too?

Zhao Wumian raised his hand to take the token, took a deep breath, and felt a little annoyed. This situation was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.

The disciple said loudly again:

"No one in the martial arts world has dared to impersonate Wei Ming Hou, because once this happens, Wei Ming Hou will definitely hunt you down... Yesterday, a marquis came, and now he comes again. We dare not let you enter the island again. According to the rules of the martial arts world, if you want to prove your identity, you might as well take the head of that villain before coming back!"

Take the head of that villain to prove his innocence? According to the rules of the underworld, it is indeed the right thing to do. Whoever dares to impersonate Zhao Wumian will be killed as a warning to others. If there are still others, they will be killed again until no one dares to impersonate him again.

This kind of thing is quite common in the underworld, and basically everyone does it this way.

But Zhao Wumian didn’t practice martial arts to follow the rules. Now that he’s here, would he make a trip in vain?
Self-proof? Prove your mother's head. No one in the world is worthy of asking Zhao Wumian to prove anything.

boom----

The tourists and disciples of the Jade Palace on the island who were looking at the scene in doubt suddenly heard a loud bang like thunder, and saw a black shadow rising into the sky, like a dragon python suddenly emerging from the sea, sliding in the light white mist and the sea surface. A visible groove was formed, and it flew straight towards the dock.

Xiu Xiu Xi——————

The arrow tower behind him was startled and suddenly the sky was filled with cold light like stars, piercing the air and shooting towards him.

But the black shadow was faster than an arrow, and it landed in front of the disciple of the Jade Palace in the blink of an eye, frightening the disciple. But then the black shadow suddenly raised his fist, and a cannon punch made a dull sound in the air, and hit the disciple in the face.

The disciple's face was ashen, and seeing this scene he knew that his life was over. However, after the fist was thrown out, it stopped steadily less than three inches in front of the disciple's face. The wind from the fist just made the disciple's hair shake slightly backwards, and then there was no more movement.

The disciple was slightly stunned, swallowed his saliva subconsciously, and looked at the fist in front of him with a dull expression.

After a moment of dead silence, the wind suddenly arose and a whistling sound was heard as if a tornado appeared out of nowhere.

sough----

The disciple who followed closely behind him suddenly shot out a wave of internal energy like the Milky Way falling from the sky, which blew all the arrows in the sky into pieces in the blink of an eye. The momentum continued unabated and directly submerged the arrow tower. Countless screams could be heard from inside the arrow tower.

The disciple reacted only after hearing the noise behind him. Looking at the fist right in front of him, his legs were trembling with fear, but he didn't dare to look back.

Zhao Wumian put down his fist, lifted his cloak, revealing the sword at his waist, looked at the disciple in front of him, and spoke first:
"Whether I am Marquis Weiming or not is not important... What is important is that even if you don't let me in, I will enter the palace on my own..."

Zhao Wumian smiled as he spoke, "You are afraid that I will enter the island and kill people... But you know, if I don't enter the island, it won't be difficult for me to kill you."

Boom————

As soon as he finished speaking, the arrow tower behind the disciple collapsed with a loud bang, and the disciples in the tower quickly used their lightness skills and fled in all directions like locusts.

The sky was filled with wind and rain and there was dead silence.

Until a middle-aged voice was heard from the island.

"Don't make it difficult, let the Marquis enter the island!"

(End of this chapter)