Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 380: No Stop

The capital of Nanzhao State, Dali.

In the early morning, the first breeze of summer blew quietly through the streets and alleys, brushing against the ink paintings of mountains and rivers on the white exterior walls and the decorative paintings on the eaves. Yesterday, Dali had a midsummer shower, which came and went in a hurry, leaving only puddles of water on the ground.

A light mist was floating in the streets, and vendors were setting up stalls one after another, hawking their wares along the streets.

"Bait block!"

"Central Plains Silk!"

The Central Plains Mandarin can be heard from time to time on the streets of Dali. As the capital of Nanzhao, it is obviously deeply influenced by the Central Plains... and it is also very rich. The streets are printed with bluestone tiles that are rare in Nanzhao.

A few crisp sounds of horse hooves echoed faintly amid the noise of the street. Someone was leading a horse onto the street. Some people looked over and couldn't help but pause. What a pretty woman of the world.

She was leading a horse, wearing a right-fronted shirt with a white background and purple patterns, and a plain lavender skirt with wrinkles. She was wearing a veil hat, so her facial features could not be seen clearly, but anyone who saw her would know that she was a peerless beauty in the world.

Zi Yi raised his hand and grasped the reins, looking at the bustling and noisy Dali city, and a hint of worry gradually emerged under the veil.

After parting with Zhao Wumian in Shu, Zi Yi came to Nanzhao in many ways. It was obvious that he had some ideas about Jiuli's heirloom Jiuli Gu, and he also wanted to find Tianxuanchen...

However, Jiuli Gu had not made any movement, and Tian Xuanchen was nowhere to be found, but he sent a lot of poison pills to the court that were beneficial to Zhao Wumian's physique.

Unfortunately, Ziyi didn’t even hear a thank you from Zhao Wumian, and only received a hastily written text message from Luo Chaoyan... Zhao Wumian and Luo Xiangzhu disappeared together.

Now, more than a month has passed and there is still no news from the two. This is obviously abnormal. After all, with Zhao Wumian's personality, how could he stay so quiet for so long? There must be changes.

But there were no clues at all, and they had no other choice but to scatter around the world during this period of time, contacting each other occasionally and searching separately.

Zi Yi still went to Miaojiang and Nanzhao to search. At this moment, the relationship between Dali and Nanzhao was tense, and a war would come sooner or later. That's why Nanzhao closed its doors to the outside world and blocked all the major border roads. However, it could only stop ordinary people like Luo Xiangzhu, and could not stop Zi Yi.

She cursed Zhao Wumian in a low voice for being troublesome, but she couldn't stop worrying about it in her heart, and couldn't help but touch the corner of her lips.

This guy just kissed her in Shu and insulted her innocence. If something happened to him and he died, then she...

With mixed thoughts, Zi Yi led the horse through the street, found a tavern, parked the horse outside, lifted the wine curtain, found a seat, and listened to the conversation of the drinkers around him.

Ziyi tried to learn Nanzhao language and was able to understand what they were saying.

"Yongchang has been in turmoil lately. There was an arsonist. I heard he was a mute who went mad and set fire to the mountain. He burned ten thousand taels of silver. The governor of Yongchang sent his confidant Cui Yi to catch him. Guess what happened? His body was found by the stream, his limbs were torn into pieces, and he was strangled to death."

"Cui Yi? That murderous devil... I had heard of his name in Yongchang Road before. Now he died so miserably, it seemed like he was brutally murdered. How could that mute have such martial arts skills?"

"Who knows... Anyway, the governor of Yongchang has issued a wanted order. Bring the mute's head to Yongchang City for a thousand taels of silver... Oh, the mute has an accomplice, a man who wields a sword. If we kill them both, we'll get a bigger reward..."

Gululu————

The tavern owner poured wine for Zi Yi, and the clear wine filled the wine bowl, but he saw the woman in the veil hat sitting there in a daze, and he couldn't help tapping the table.

"Girl, girl? Your glass is full..."

Zi Yi came to his senses upon hearing this, and suddenly stood up, hitting his waist against the wine table. There was a loud 'clang', and the wine bowl overturned, spilling the wine, scaring the surrounding drinkers.

Zi Yi was unaware of anything. He slapped two silver coins on the table and hurriedly left the tavern in the confused gaze of the people around him.

The man in purple jumped on his horse and galloped down the long street, scaring passers-by to grumble and complain. Until he came to the notice board, he dismounted hastily and found the wanted order for the Yongchang arsonist among the notices.

When the notice was unveiled, it was just as the drinkers had said: a mute girl in her twenties and a handsome young man of the same age wielding a sword.

The officials of Yishui Village and the post station had all seen the two people, and they did draw their portraits. The painting skills were not very good, and others would not associate them with Weiming Hou when they saw them. But Ziyi was very familiar with the two people. Looking closely at their eyebrows and eyes, it was clearly Zhao Wumian and Luo Xiangzhu!
The purple-clothed girl's body trembled slightly, and she shook with excitement, causing the other people in front of the bulletin board to look at her in surprise.

Someone asked, "Lady, are you also interested in this male and female arsonist?"

"What is this male and female arsonist... the arsonist of hearts is more like it..."

The man in purple stroked Zhao Wumian's face on the wanted poster with his fingertips, cursed with a smile, then jumped on his horse again with the wanted poster in his hand, and immediately went to Yongchang Road to look for his lover.

Yongchang Road is south of Dali, but when Ziyi was about to run out of the south gate, he just remembered something, pulled the reins again and turned a corner... Finally there was news, he had to notify Chaoyan and the others first.

Ever since Zhao Wumian learned that Nanzhao was a puppet of Jiuli, he intended to plant secret agents from the Detective Department here. Although there are not many of them, they are still able to convey a message to the court.

But at this moment, a flying horse suddenly passed through the south gate of Dali. The messenger had a yellow flag on his back and a letter tube in his hand. His face was flushed, and the horse under him was foaming at the mouth. It looked like it was about to die from running.

Eight hundred miles urgent?
Zi Yi sat on the horse, watching the messenger rushing all the way towards the Dali Palace, her brows slightly furrowed, a look of confusion on her face.

Normally, the 800-mile rush would be used only if there was military intelligence, but what kind of military intelligence could a small Nanzhao have, and there is no war going on now... Is it the army from Miaojiang that is attacking?
This is not right. Miaojiang is to the east of Nanzhao. If Chaoyan sent troops, the messenger should enter the city from the east gate, but this is the south gate...

This messenger came from Yongchang Road?
Zi Yi's heart skipped a beat, and she felt that this was related to Zhao Wumian.

Two days before Zi Yi learned the clue about Zhao Wumian.

The sun rises in the east, and the warm golden sunlight shines through the window paper and falls on the ground of the dilapidated temple. The bonfire has long been burned out and turned into snow-white ashes.

The horse was tied outside the temple and was eating grass.

The temple was filled with a faint fragrance and there were beddings spread on the floor. It was midsummer and Zhao Wumian was lying on the bedding, looking down.

The weather was hot, and a thin spring quilt was hanging down. Luo Xiangzhu lay on his chest. It was her wedding day, and she was weak. Her pretty face still had a lingering blush, her brows were tired, and her long ink-black hair was scattered on her slender pink back. A few strands fell and brushed Zhao Wumian's heart, making him feel itchy.

She was covered with a thin spring quilt, but it was midsummer and it was extremely hot last night, so it only covered Luo Xiangzhu's perky buttocks and plump long legs.

There was no obstruction on the upper body, which pressed tightly, and Zhao Wumian felt the touch as if it were warm cream, which was indescribably comfortable.

Zhao Wumian casually combed the hair on Luo Xiangzhu's back with his fingers, thinking back to last night, his expression couldn't help but look a little strange.

With Luo Xiangzhu's personality, how could she do such a thing before getting married? However, the two of them depended on each other in a foreign country, and they were already attached to each other. They had already developed feelings for each other in the East China Sea. Otherwise, Zhao Wumian would not have thought of bringing snacks for her wherever he went, and Luo Xiangzhu would not have pretended that nothing had happened behind her back after Zhao Wumian kissed her hand...

Now that he remembered the past, he had a golden marriage, so naturally he could go with the flow and it would come naturally. Sister Xiangzhu was also half-hearted... Then Zhao Wumian naturally had nothing to hesitate about, but he didn't expect...

Bamboo is so moist and juicy.

The only pity is that they didn't express their feelings to each other, as if there was a lack of sense of ceremony... Well, the little mute is too thin-skinned, and I'm afraid Zhao Wumian will never get a "I like you" from her in his entire life.

However, Zhao Wumian is not a superficial person. If he doesn't wake up for a long time, Luo Xiangzhu will take care of him for the rest of his life. Who knows when she will take the initiative to put on a red veil, have a simple marriage with him, and live with him for the rest of her life.

This seems to be good? Being able to clearly know the girl's feelings for him will only make Xiangzhu too miserable, so forget it...

Zhao Wumian thought about it for a while, but did not move so as not to wake up his sister Xiangzhu. He was thinking about his own things.

He had been unconscious for a month. On the one hand, he was still receiving his previous memories, and on the other hand, his foundation was too deep, and all his past memories had entered his heart. Without any flaws, he spontaneously broke through that barrier.

So rather than saying he was in a coma, it would be better to say he was in deep retreat. Now that he has woken up, he has achieved results...

The eight extraordinary meridians in his body had been expanded to the limits of mortals by the green jade pendant. There was no room for further expansion and little change. Only the true Qi circulated through the body, giving Zhao Wumian a mysterious illusion... as if he had become a part of the universe and could draw energy from all things in the universe and turn it into internal breath with just a thought.

The darling of heaven and earth, the preference of the world, everyone is blessed with good fortune, everyone is loved by heaven and earth, and everyone has the support of the world at any time... This is the best summary of the bridge connecting heaven and earth, and from this, one can be fully aware of all the subtle movements around.

No wonder Wu Kui’s perception is so strong, his internal organs, muscles and bones are perfect, and he can split mountains and rocks with just a wave of his hand.

But the most important thing was that it allowed Zhao Wumian to gain insight into something elusive between heaven and earth...it could be luck, national destiny, time, or space.

However, this is too illusory. Except for the immortals, obviously no one is qualified to touch it. Zhao Wumian only has a vague sense of it and is no longer as confused as before.

Now that I think about it, Zhao Wumian’s previous analysis of the path of time in Naraku Hongsi was almost like an ordinary person’s fantasy of plowing the land with a golden hoe.

If your vision and martial arts skills haven't reached that level, then even if you think more, it will just be a joke.

As for other gains, how much they improve your strength will have to be tested in actual combat.

But even so, Zhao Wumian felt that he and humans were no longer of the same species.

There is no way to go any further up. The only obstacle is probably the immortal ascension that all martial arts masters dream of.

That is to say, cultivating immortality.

However, as far as Zhao Wumian knew, the only person who had anything to do with cultivating immortals was probably the legendary Ji Yingshi, who was below the immortal level.

Both Wudamu and Shamantian are a little bit lacking.

While he was thinking, Luo Xiangzhu's eyelashes trembled slightly. He slowly raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Wumian. Then he closed his eyes and went to sleep with a peaceful look on his face.

But after a few seconds she suddenly realized her current situation, her body tensed up, but she was too shy to look up at Zhao Wumian, so she pretended to sleep, but her face became hotter and hotter, her body also became hot, and she began to sweat, making Zhao Wumian's palms wet.

The subtle fragrance lingering in the air seemed to have a bit more stickiness.

Zhao Wumian thought his sister was interesting, so he leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, jokingly:
"Sister Xiangzhu, you are the daughter of a vassal king, and you have been brought up in a strict family. How could I have confused your mind and seduced your soul last night? You actually did such an immoral thing with me in this deserted mountain temple. Didn't it disrupt what you have learned in your daily life..."

Luo Xiangzhu's beautiful eyes suddenly widened as she looked at Zhao Wumian. Then her eyes turned red and she started crying.

She was not a woman of the martial arts world who was not particular about trivial matters. She felt in her heart that her actions were immoral and shameful, so she made three rules with Zhao Wumian and never did such a thing again until the day of their wedding.

But when she looked around, she didn't know where the straw paper and charcoal pencil were. She became even more anxious. Although she knew Zhao Wumian was teasing her, she burst into tears. The tears fell on Zhao Wumian's chest, wet... It was a familiar feeling. Luo Xiangzhu had cried in his arms many times before.

Zhao Wumian didn't expect that the girl would cry when he was teased. He raised his hand and pinched her cheek. Luo Xiangzhu immediately turned her face away... and refused to let him touch her.

Zhao Wumian laughed a few times, which caused Luo Xiangzhu to glare at him angrily... What are you laughing at?
Zhao Wumian didn't say anything. He raised his hand and hugged the back of Luo Xiangzhu's head, letting her little face rest on his chest.

Luo Xiangzhu struggled a few times, but now it stuck tightly to him. The more he struggled, the more the bamboo shoots seemed to be buried in the soil and twisted left and right. He felt weird and didn't dare to move.

The two no longer communicated with each other, but just hugged each other for warmth in this deserted temple in a foreign country.

As early as when Zhao Wumian was in a coma, whenever she felt wronged and sad, she would lie on his chest and cry.

At this moment, she was lying here sobbing again, and her mood was completely different.

Although she was crying, she felt inexplicably sweet in her heart.

People in the village always said that this man was the young lady's husband. In order to conceal her identity, the young lady never denied it.

She also liked this man in her heart. When other village girls called him "the young lady's husband", she felt a hint of sweetness hidden deep in her heart.

This is not what I said, it's what you said. I... only accepted it reluctantly.

But now, this man keeps calling Xiangzhu "sister" and says that he will really become her husband when he returns to the Central Plains.

Luo Xiangzhu gradually stopped crying. The mood of the young girl who was just beginning to fall in love was as changeable as the clear autumn sky. She raised her hands, put her arms around Zhao Wumian's neck, and enjoyed a moment of tenderness.

My sister is weak and definitely can't bear it. Last night, I almost made her faint. Therefore, although Zhao Wumian still wanted to do it, he didn't do anything.

After resting for a while, the two of them got dressed. Luo Xiangzhu took out the charcoal pencil and straw paper from his small bag and wrote a lot, and he really had to make three rules.

It is said that last night was just an early wedding, and you must never treat her as a loose woman. If you want to think about her again in the future, it must be after you get married.

Zhao Wumian smiled and said yes, but as to whether he really agreed to these conditions in his heart, that was not certain.

After the three rules were agreed upon, Sister Xiangzhu wrote a few words on a piece of straw paper and handed it to Zhao Wumian. She then pushed the door open, took out the bronze bell from the saddle bag, used it as a basin, took out the water bag and filled it with water, then turned her back to Zhao Wumian and washed herself.

Zhao Wumian took the straw paper, looked up and saw a short sentence written on it.

"I like you so much."

Ever since Luo Xiangzhu left, Yishui Village has lost its peace. Everyone in the Nanzhao underworld knows that the arsonist once lived in the village. Many underworld figures have come here to ask the villagers and look for clues in order to collect the bounty.

Some people in the underworld were quite generous and would reward them with money if they gave them information. The villagers earned what they would normally earn in several years in just over a month, and everyone was very happy.

Today, a pair of gangsters also came on the same horse. The villagers thought they were here to ask for information, so they squatted at the entrance of the village and surrounded them when they got closer. But when they looked closely, they all sat down on the ground with horrified expressions.

The little mute took her husband back to the village.

Zhao Wumian ignored these villagers and rode his horse to the square and stopped. The village chief and his family hurried to greet him, but the surrounding villagers felt that they had done something wrong and did not dare to get close. They could only hide their heads and tails and look at him quietly.

Zhao Wumian was sitting on his horse. When he saw the village chief and his family, he raised his hand and threw out bulging bags of money, which he had taken from the Jiuli people.

The village chief opened it and took a look, his eyes were dazzled... The amount was not small, probably nearly a thousand taels in total!
"My sister said she would come to make it up to me, so I will not let her become a person who breaks her promise." Zhao Wumian did not dismount, but stroked the handle of Wuhen's sword and said:

"But let's be honest. The village chief must know who threw stones at the window that night. Tell the truth."

Luo Xiangzhu blinked and glanced at Zhao Wumian's face quietly. His expression was calm, but his words were very serious.

When the village chief saw Zhao Wumian's state, he was startled, knowing that he was here to vent his anger. He was hesitating when he heard a "clang" and the sharp sword was against his chin, lifting his head.

"Speak." Zhao Wumian uttered a word lightly.

The village head's wife was so frightened that she realized that the young lady's husband was not as easy to talk to as she was, so she quickly gave several names and addresses.

Zhao Wumian sheathed his sword, bowed slightly, and said politely, "I'm sorry if I offended you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian lightly squeezed his horse's belly and rode away. The village chief and his family looked at Zhao Wumian's back on horseback, and then they suddenly heard loud screams and pleas for mercy from afar.

But immediately afterwards there were a few "puff" sounds, heads rolling, and blood spilling on the earth.

The village chief and his family rushed over and saw the bodies of those people piled together. Everyone's face had an extremely horrified expression, especially the hunter, whose facial features were distorted and full of regret.

Zhao Wumian was still sitting on his horse. He swung his sword casually, leaving a trace of blood on the yellow earth. He then sheathed the sword neatly, and then bowed to the frightened villagers around him, saying loudly:
"When you are in the martial world, you should not show mercy. I am sorry for disturbing you all. You can go to the village chief later to get some money. It is a large amount, enough for you to live comfortably in the future. We will say goodbye now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian lightly squeezed the horse's belly, and a cloud of yellow dust was raised behind him, which quickly disappeared.

Zhao Wumian was usually polite to others and did many chivalrous things, but when it came to killing people, he never showed mercy...

After dealing with these trivial matters, Zhao Wumian determined the direction and rode towards Yongchang City with Luo Xiangzhu.

As expected, Cui Xiangwei was there.

Yongchang City still had the streets covered with white silk.

Cui Xiangwei was not as skilled as others and could not take revenge after his son was killed. Zhu Jiutian was too lazy to go to the grassland to fight with Shaman Tian for such a small matter. Cui Xiangwei had no hope of revenge, so he could only hold a few more days of memorial service to appease his son's spirit in heaven.

Zhu Jiutian is obviously the same kind of person as Shamantian. He is generally unwilling to spend too much time on such worldly affairs and only cares about his own martial arts. Otherwise, he would not have cared about it anyway. After all, this would obviously chill the hearts of his subordinates.

But for Zhu Jiutian, what does it matter if he is disappointed? He doesn't care at all.

His martial arts skills are superior to those of Nanzhao. Who has the qualifications to disobey him?

In front of the governor's residence, Cui Xiangwei dismounted and hurried back home.

The staff hurriedly came forward and walked towards the study with Cui Xiangwei, saying hurriedly:
"Sir, the two arsonists obviously knew they were being targeted, and they have been very cautious these days. I don't know where they are hiding, and they haven't shown up at all."

"So it hasn't been found yet?" Cui Xiangwei asked calmly without even raising his eyelids.

The aide paused, then smiled and took out a text message.
"The world is too big to find two people, but we sent out more than 20 people, all of whom are experts, and are good at tracing and finding people. Yesterday, they sent a letter saying that they have locked onto a village and are just waiting to close the net."

"Village? How can Zhao Wumian hide in the village safely?" Cui Xiangwei pondered for a moment, a little puzzled, "With his temper, if he had an enemy with me, he would come over with a knife to take my head at the first time. How can he hide?"

"Either Zhao Wumian is too seriously injured and in poor condition, or these two people are not Zhao Wumian and Luo Xiangzhu at all, and we are overthinking..." The staff shook his head slightly and smiled again:
"But wait a day, the people we sent out will probably write back, and we'll know then."

Cui Xiang nodded slightly, walked across the rockery and flowing water in the courtyard, came to the study, and pushed the door open immediately.

crunch————

Cui Xiangwei stood in front of the door and suddenly stopped. He felt cold all over and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

A man sat on a throne with his legs crossed on the desk, flipping through various confidential documents on Yongchang Road in one hand and holding a half-bitten apple in the other, looking bored.

Next to the armchair, a sheathed sword was placed upright...

There was also a young girl with simple clothes and a beautiful face, with her hands folded on her belly. She looked like a maid. She was standing behind the man. When she saw Cui Xiangwei, she was obviously frightened.

But the man's expression remained unchanged. He just looked up and said, "You are Cui Xiangwei... You have sent a lot of people to look for me recently?"

"Zhao Wu..."

Before Cui Xiangwei finished speaking, Zhao Wumian had already thrown down countless documents and pressed the handle of the knife.

Choke————

In the study, papers were flying all over the sky. A cold light suddenly lit up, flashed across the papers, and in a flash, it brushed past Cui Xiangwei's back.

Luo Xiangzhu, who was sitting behind the armchair, saw a flash of light before his eyes. A cold light suddenly flashed in the scabbard of the sword that was placed upright, leaving a white line in the air, and Zhao Wumian had appeared behind Cui Xiangwei.

Zhao Wumian turned his back to Cui Xiangwei, held the knife in his backhand, clamped it on his forearm and pulled it to the side to wipe off the blood. Then the papers in the sky were suddenly split into two, and a bloodstain appeared on Cui Xiangwei's neck, with a look of horror on his face.

Plop————

Immediately afterwards, a human head flew into the sky, blood gushed out, and the headless corpse swayed slightly and collapsed to the ground.

The aide was already frightened to the point of trembling with fear. He collapsed to the ground, shaking all over.

Zhao Wumian glanced at his staff and said, "Do something for me and I won't kill you..."

"Zhao... No, Lord, please give me your orders..."

A moment later, Zhao Wumian, holding a broadsword, walked out of the mansion with Luo Xiangzhu in a dignified manner and mounted their horses.

"Let's go to Dali."

Luo Xiangzhu's beautiful eyes sparkled as she glanced at Zhao Wumian several times.

Zhao Wumian kicked the horse's belly and drove away gracefully under the gaze of passers-by on the street.

(End of this chapter)