Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 403 Murder on a Snowy Night

"Wow—"

The Snow Owl seemed to be a bird flying freely in the sky. It cried excitedly, swooped down with its snow-white wings together, and turned into a flash of white light that pierced through the rain curtain. When it landed on the ground, it suddenly flew up and flew towards the northern part of Yanyun.

Tap tap tap————

Under it, two fine horses were galloping along the road. The caravan passing by on the official road could hear the sound of their horses' hooves and, without waiting to make way, the two horses, running as fast as the wind, passed by the caravan on both sides, one in front and one behind.

In a quick glance, all one could see was a hint of snow-white fox fur blown up by the strong wind.

Zhao Wumian held the reins tightly, his back straight in the wind and snow. Two sheathed weapons were visible behind his waist under the fox fur coat. He let the petite Princess Xiangzhu lean on his arms.

He didn't like to be involved in trouble, so naturally he wanted to stay in the capital with his wife and live a leisurely life, but he was often surrounded by trouble.

However, when he thought of Guan Yunshu and Mu Lier in the northern part of Yanyun, he immediately put aside his aversion to trouble and felt a surge of eagerness in his heart.

He looked up at the back of the Snow Owl, which had turned into a white dot on the horizon, with a hint of envy in his heart. There must be immortals in this world. He didn't know when he would be able to reach that realm, soaring in the sky, free and easy.

However, the Snow Owl was not full of energy and flew around everywhere... It also received orders and went to contact Guan Yunshu and Mu Lier.

After arriving in Yanyun, I was completely in the dark. Naturally, I should first find a way to reunite with the two women. However, I didn't know where they were now, so I temporarily headed for Jinzhou.

Jinzhou is where the Prince of Yan's palace is located, and it is also where Luo Xiangzhu grew up.

Xiao Lengyue was riding astride a horse, holding the Yanyun map in her hand, looking down. The horse was shaking, but she was very steady, and the map did not move at all in her hand.

After estimating the distance in her heart, she turned to look at Luo Xiangzhu and said with a smile:

"Even if the horses under your crotch are good horses that can travel a thousand miles a day and eight hundred miles a night, it will still take several days to get to Jinzhou. In the past, when the little princess traveled, she would definitely ride in a carriage, which was very comfortable. Now, she has to suffer with the two of us Jianghu people."

Luo Xiangzhu was wrapped in a white cloak, her little face was a little red from the cold wind, and she shook her head repeatedly when she heard this.

She is also able to endure hardships and is not some delicate young lady.

Facing Zhao Wumian's elders, she was afraid of leaving a bad impression.

Xiao Lengyue put away the map, laughed a few times, and then continued to say to Zhao Wumian:
"According to the news from your two beauties, Dong Wen and Mo Jingxue fought a hundred miles north of Jinzhou, which is close to the border. It can only be said that going to Jinzhou is indeed on the way, but I heard that Mo Jingxue was followed by a middle-aged man, who is also the martial arts champion..."

Xiao Lengyue pondered for a moment before looking at Zhao Wumian, "I heard it was Wen Wuzheng."

Zhao Wumian's eyes moved, and he was silent for a few seconds before he said:

"I know him. When Jiu'er and I were investigating the wrong Jinboshan furnace, we also found the Zhubei League. Later, we followed the clues and got to know Wen Wuzheng... We often stayed together and drank at that time."

Xiao Lengyue really didn't know about this, so she asked curiously, "Does he have any connection with the Zhubei Alliance?"

"His father is General Yi's left deputy general, and he was also the deputy leader of the Zhubei League back then. Wen Wuzheng is naturally a legitimate descendant of the Zhubei League."

Xiao Lengyue pondered for a moment, then frowned slightly and suddenly asked, "'Jianghu Jue Chroma', did you write it?"

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"If it weren't for the fact that my aunt had already retired from the martial arts world and was content to sell wine at Tinglan Manor, I would definitely have written my aunt as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world."

Zhao Wumian laughed a few times.

"Auntie is not a vain and foolish woman." Xiao Lengyue rolled her eyes at him. Although she said so, her tone was quite brisk. She finally reacted and asked with a frown:
"Wen Wuzheng was able to severely injure Zhuang Banxian back then, and his strength is no less than that of your aunt. With such a great man, have you ever tried to bring him into Taixuan Palace and ask for some kind of guardian?"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Lengyue had a guess, "Is he your secret agent outside? If not, he wouldn't be hanging out with Mo Jingxue."

Xiao Lengyue's guess was not unreasonable. After all, Mo Jingxue was the leader of the Illusion Pavilion. It made no sense for him to act together with the leader of the Jade Palace and even seem to have become friends with him.

Zhao Wumian shook his head upon hearing this.

"Emperor Hongtian and Chaoyan's father were investigating us during those years. How could I just casually reveal my true feelings to others and tell them that I was from Taixuan Palace? Besides, Wen Wuzheng hates traitors the most in his life and only wants to maintain peace in the world."

"I hate us the most..." Xiao Lengyue was speechless for a moment, then snorted coldly.
"People with different ideals cannot work together. You may as well not make friends with this friend... He is the master of the Jade Palace, but he is in contact with Mo Jingxue. I'm afraid he is not a good person."

Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "Every time I make a friend, you have to repeat this sentence."

"Is there a problem?" Xiao Lengyue felt that Zhao Wumian had reached his 'rebellious period' and actually began to dislike her, his aunt, for being too talkative. So she glared at him and lectured him:
"When traveling in the martial arts world, you must know people's hearts. The brothers you drink and chat with today may fight and stab your brothers in the back tomorrow for some reason. This is not uncommon in the martial arts world... Let alone making friends, you should be more cautious even when drinking with others!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wumian withdrew his gaze and looked at the snowfield faintly visible in the distance to the north.

"It's not that you shouldn't drink with others, it's just that you shouldn't make the wrong friends... Auntie is right."

Xiao Lengyue snorted softly, "Friends in the martial arts world may harm you for some reason, but Auntie and Yuan Mu will never do that."

"I know."

"If you know, don't talk back."

"..."

Luo Xiangzhu listened to the two people talking and took out a handful of melon seeds from his sleeve to relieve his boredom. It was quite interesting.

There have been many martial artists in Yanyun recently, apparently because clues about the Hermit Scabbard have spread, and many of them have come here to take a gamble.

Although Zhao Wumian and his men can communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth as easily as eating and drinking, and they can break through the barrier as long as the opportunity comes, you should know that a swordsman like Song Yun, who is in harmony with nature, has never crossed that barrier in decades.

Su Qingqi and Guan Yunshu are now also stuck in the unity of man and nature, but they avoid Jiu Zhong like the plague, fearing that this thing will ruin their own path.

But this can actually be considered as a kind of "Why not eat meat?". You know, for 99% of the people in the martial arts world, Jiuzhong is the only chance to become the top martial artist in their lifetime.

But only the people of Jianghu headed north, while most of the common people, under the mobilization of King Yan, fled to the south in a steady and orderly manner to avoid being affected by the war.

It was almost certain that Goguryeo would unite with the Rong people and plot to enter the Great Wall from Yanyun.

It is human nature to seek fortune and avoid disaster. Most of the people in Yanyun also moved south voluntarily. They were even protected by officers and soldiers along the way. Naturally, they were all soldiers under Yanyun.

Thanks to this, Zhao Wumian began to have a better impression of his father-in-law whom he had never met.

Along the way, Zhao Wumian also helped to solve many bandits who were trying to steal the people's property. He was a chivalrous man and felt very happy.

As a giant of the Demon Sect, Xiao Lengyue was secretly proud of himself when he saw this, thinking that he really had not taught Wumian the wrong way and that he had a good character.

Although it was a bit strange for her to think so as a rebel, Xiao Lengyue and Xiao Yuanmu had always been hostile to the Dali Luo family, not ordinary people.

On the way, some officers and soldiers met Luo Xiangzhu. Some recognized him and immediately saluted him. They spoke in the rough Yanbei dialect and said with a smile:
"The princess has finally returned home. Everyone knows that you brought the prince's son-in-law with you this time!"

"Yes, yes, yes. The prince originally said that he would hold a grand banquet, and when Marquis Weiming comes back, he will directly arrange the princess's wedding, and put an end to it once and for all, so that we can also share in the joy."

"It's a pity that the damn Rong people and Goguryeo have been unstable recently, so this matter can only be put on hold for a while."

Luo Xiangzhu blushed at their words. She had never thought of marrying Zhao Wumian so soon.

Zhao Wumian didn't care at all. He dismounted and drank a few glasses of wine with these rough soldiers in the wild. This made them flattered. They didn't expect that the famous Wei Ming Hou was so down-to-earth and had no royal airs at all.

They immediately chatted more happily, and many of them even took out their best dirty jokes as table jokes. However, they quickly shut up after Luo Xiangzhu gave them a cold look. It was obvious that she was worried that they, as the "family members of the princess's family", would embarrass Princess Xiangzhu.

"My father-in-law is not in Jinzhou?"

A fur blanket was casually spread on the snow. Zhao Wumian and several officers were holding wine bowls. Bacon, ham, barbecue and other items were placed on the blanket.

On one side of the official road, people were crowded with people carrying large and small bags and resting.

The cold wind whistled down with snowflakes. As we stepped into the Yanyun territory, the green trees and red flowers were replaced by white snow, and the snow was covered with wheel tracks, horse hooves, and footprints.

An officer nodded repeatedly.

"If there is a war, the prince has always been the first to fight. In his early years, the prince wore white armor and was known as the 'Kirin Son of Sword and Spear'. Now, even though Princess Xiangzhu has reached the age of marriage, he still refuses to admit that he is old..."

"Where is he?"

"The prince received the news that the coalition forces of Goguryeo and the Rong people were dispatching troops, and he rushed to Yagu Pass in the north with the army a few days ago to reorganize the troops..."

"Yahu Pass?" Zhao Wumian frowned and looked at the wine bowl. Snowflakes fell from the sky and melted into the wine.

He knew this pass. Yahu Pass was built on the dangerous terrain of Changbai Mountain. It was considered the northernmost part of the Dali Dynasty and the first pass in Yanyun.

The King of Yan went straight there, clearly showing that he did not want to give even a single pass to the Rong people and Goguryeo, and was determined not to give up even a single piece of land.

It's a heroic move, but doesn't this leave Zhao Wumian and others empty-handed?

Xiao Lengyue picked up a pile of hay and was bending over to feed the horse. Hearing this, he glanced sideways, thought for a moment, and then looked at Luo Xiangzhu.

"Little Princess, do you want to go back to your hometown in Jinzhou, or go to Guanai to look for your father... or just follow us around Yanyun?"

Luo Xiangzhu was sitting obediently beside Zhao Wumian and pouring wine for him. Hearing this, she frowned and looked a little confused.

In the little mute's original expectation, she would definitely go back to Jinzhou to bring her lover to meet her father, so that they could have a chat and get to know each other. This would also make it easier for Zhao Wumian to offer a betrothal gift in the future.

However, the Rong people and Goguryeo came with such force that they did not even give them a chance to reunite, forcing the King of Yan to put on his armor and lead the army early.

The little princess felt even more disgusted with the Rong people and Goguryeo.

Now that the Prince of Yan has to go to guard the pass and take care of official business, it would naturally seem inconsiderate for her to bring her lover over to chat about family matters.

Zhao Wumian saw what Luo Xiangzhu was thinking, drank the wine in the bowl, and said:

"We have to go see our father-in-law sooner or later. We are afraid that he will be stabbed, right? If you want to go, I can take you anywhere in this thousand-mile land of Yanyun. No one can stop you or stop you."

Luo Xiangzhu came back to her senses after hearing that. She held the wine pot with both hands, very virtuously poured another bowl of wine for Zhao Wumian, and then shook her head slightly.

It’s better not to go to the border and cause trouble for my father.

"It can't be said to be causing trouble. I am indeed afraid that my father-in-law will be sneaked in and assassinated by Wudamu..." Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment, and then heard Xiao Lengyue say:

"We came to Yanyun to find Mo Jingxue, to look for Wuxiang Emperor, and to capture Shamantian... It's not appropriate to defend Yagu Pass."

With Zhao Wumian's martial arts skills, it would be a waste for him to go to the border alone to be the guard of his father-in-law, as he would inevitably be unable to cope with the situation.

Zhao Wumian pondered for a few seconds before remembering that Yanyun was the Sword Sect's territory. As the young master and sword master here, he was also a well-known figure in the Sword Sect. It would not be difficult to ask the Sword Sect to send people to help at Yagu Pass.

He asked, "Has the Sword Sect been troubled by any important matter recently?"

The officers and soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment. As officials, they naturally did not know much about the movements of these underworld forces, so they could only shake their heads.

But they were not completely ignorant, so someone recalled for a moment and said:

"Recently, I heard that there are thieves who want to take the Nine Bells of the Sword Sect. The entire sect is on high alert and has summoned many scattered disciples back to the sect. However, they have specially assigned people to deal with this situation. Several Sword Sect masters have gone south. They are all well-known figures in the martial arts world. I don't know what they are doing."

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly and looked at Xiao Lengyue.

Xiao Lengyue guessed:

"Is Chu Ruzhou afraid of Mo Jingxue and planning to secretly send the Sword of Departure to another place to hide it, so that even if Mo Jingxue breaks into the Sword Sect, he will be in vain?"

Chu Ruzhou, the contemporary sword master, leader of the Sword Sect, Mu Lier’s senior brother, and Zhao Wumian’s uncle.

"If they really wanted to hide the sword, they would have to escort it secretly, and then we would not have known this information."

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly, drank the wine in one gulp, stood up, and patted the snow off his body.

"It's useless to guess. Anyway, Xue Xiao hasn't come back yet, and we can't contact the nun and the master. Let's go to the Sword Sect first and ask the uncle to send some people. It would be best if he went to the border by himself and helped to guard my father-in-law for a while."

Xiao Lengyue raised her hand to brush away the snowflakes on the saddle, and couldn't help but smile when she heard this, "You are so proud that you can command the current sword master to be the guard of King Yan?" "I don't have much reputation, but Master has a lot of reputation in the Sword Sect."

Zhao Wumian climbed onto the horse, then pulled up Luo Xiangzhu and asked her to sit in front of him.

The soldiers of Yanyun stood up one after another, and Zhao Wumian bowed to them.

"I am just a rough man. I can kill the Wuxiang Emperor, but I cannot kill the 100,000-strong army of the Rong people and Goguryeo. If they really send troops to attack the pass, Yanyun will be safe and sound, and I will need your protection... Take care."

"Whatever the Marquis said, it's just what should be said... Take care."

As soon as they finished speaking, Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue rode away on their horses, leaving behind two hoof prints extending to the north in the snowy field.

At the same time, a town submerged in heavy snow welcomed a group of martial artists dressed in moon-white robes and furry furs.

Dressed so flashy, he must be a disciple of the Sword Sect without a doubt. But no matter how flashy he is, in Yanyun, the Sword Sect is the undisputed leader and no one dares to cause trouble for them.

The inn in the town was not big, but it was packed as much as possible with the horses of the Sword Sect disciples.

Some people from the martial arts world who were blocked by the wind and snow and came here to settle down had their seats taken, but they did not dare to complain.

But the Sword Sect was not an evil sect that bullied men and women. They warmly invited these wandering people to sit down with them, drink together, and warm themselves by the fire.

With so many gangsters gathering together to drink, there is bound to be some fighting. If it gets worse, bloodshed is very common.

But with the Sword Sect keeping a close eye on them, for a moment this small inn in the town became bustling with activity and the atmosphere was hot.

The leader of the Sword Sect was Mu Lier’s early master, Liu Yeqin.

A mature woman who looks to be in her thirties.

Back in Jin, Zhao Wumian and Liu Yeqin had many interactions.

At that time, Liu Yeqin acted as Luo Xiangzhu's bodyguard and always accompanied him to protect him. It was not until Luo Xiangzhu was taken to the capital by Mu Lier that Liu Yeqin retired and returned to Yanyun Sword Sect.

As the saying goes, a master can only lead you to the door, but practice is up to you. Now, Mu Lier is already a top martial arts master in the martial arts world, but Liu Yeqin still hasn't broken through that barrier. Even after she has comprehended the sword of transcendence many times, she has still been unable to communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth.

I guess this is the potential she has for achieving success in her life.

In fact, her martial arts skills are already extremely high. She is a top master and ranks among the top even in the Sword Sect. If she were to be released into the martial arts world, she could even be a figure who founded her own sect.

But looking at Wu Kui, he seems a little inferior.

Although Liu Yeqin was secretly disappointed, she didn't care much. After all, her disciple was the master of the sword here, and her disciple's disciple was the most powerful man in the world, Wei Ming Hou.

In her spare time, she would drink by herself, laugh silently, and feel happy.

I have achieved something in this life, so it is not in vain.

Liu Yeqin, the leader of this group of Sword Sect disciples, sat in a corner, drinking to warm herself up. Opposite her sat a middle-aged man holding a book, flipping through it carefully.

This middle-aged man sighed from time to time, "Life is long and regretful, and the river flows eastward," and he looked very literary. However, if you look closely, you can see that the book contains page after page of vulgar and unsightly illustrations.

This is an extremely obscene pornographic book.

Liu Yeqin drank a little wine and couldn't bear it anymore. She put down her wine glass and said coldly:
"Chu Changdong, you read these immoral things every day, and your wife doesn't care?"

Chu Changdong was the leader of the branch who gave Zhao Wumian the magical book "Secret History of the Harem" in Xiaoxitian in Jin.

Mo Jingxue hid in the dark and plotted to obtain the sword. Chu Changdong had good martial arts, so he was summoned to the headquarters. Now, under the order of the sect leader, he and Liu Yeqin were escorting a treasure southward.

Chu Changdong didn't care at all when he heard this, and said casually:
"Old Liu, you've never liked any man in your life, so you don't know the beauty of this. This is not something that is immoral. On the contrary, there is a lot of knowledge in it!"

"How could my wife dislike me for learning the mysteries of this place? She would like me to learn more so that I can come back and serve her."

"If you ask me, you are already old, you should find a man as soon as possible, otherwise your apprentice will get married before you..."

Choke————

Liu Yeqin drew her sword silently. The sound of the sword coming out of the sheath frightened Chu Changdong so much that his neck shrank and he dared not say anything more.

Chu Changdong smiled and quickly changed the subject.

"When we go south to the capital and meet Marquis Wei Ming, that kid will be so happy that he might even hug Master Mu Jian and give him a kiss."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I will chop off your tongue... How could Li'er be a loose woman who would commit adultery with her disciple?" Liu Yeqin's eyes became even colder.

"You are such a boring woman. You can't take a joke at all..." Chu Changdong muttered.

But thinking of Zhao Wumian, Liu Yeqin's expression also eased a little. This disciple was so capable that whenever they saw acquaintances, they would always say, "I heard that your disciple is the Weiming Hou?"

This made Liu Yeqin feel very proud in the Sword Sect for a long time. Now that they were ordered to go south to escort the convoy, it was Liu Yeqin who took the initiative to propose and do it personally.

She touched the small wooden box in her arms inconspicuously, and it felt extremely cold. Even through the wooden box, Liu Yeqin could feel a chill in her chest.

But she still didn't dare to take it out, and had to endure the cold, insisting on carrying it close to her body to be safe.

This is a treasure given by the Sword Sect to Zhao Wumian... It's not that they suddenly gave the gift to curry favor with Wei Minghou, but they knew that Zhao Wumian needed this thing.

Zhao Wumian often dealt with Taixuan Palace. He only knew that he was the young master of Taixuan Palace, but completely forgot that he was also the young sword master of the Sword Sect.

If he needed anything, he would never come to the Sword Sect to ask.

It was getting dark, but the bustle in the inn was still going strong. Coal had been added to the brazier many times, and Jian Zong was drinking and chatting happily with other passers-by.

But those who were chosen to protect the convoy were all elite soldiers. They were cautious. Although they said they were going to drink, they didn't drink much. They just wanted to join in the fun to avoid getting into trouble while drinking.

But although the Sword Sect is quite cautious, there is never a shortage of troubles when traveling in the world.

Especially the things they were going to give to Zhao Wumian, which already represented trouble.

The laughter in the hall suddenly stopped, and everyone felt the thick cotton curtain at the door of the inn being blown open by the wind.

A dark shadow stood outside the door, the candlelight in the hall sprinkled onto him, but he still seemed to blend into the night, and even the firelight could not get close to him.

The man stood in front of the door and glanced around the lobby of the inn before slowly walking forward and entering the hall. Only then could everyone see his appearance clearly.

The man was tall and slender. He held a long sword with a red sheath in one hand and wore a bamboo hat with a lot of snow on it, which he had not shaken off.

Under the bamboo hat was a cold and hard face, which showed the traces of time and had many wrinkles at the corners of the eyes. However, his eyes did not show signs of old age. Instead, they were extremely sharp, like a wild wolf on the grassland.

A Jianghu man frowned and shouted at him:
"If they are friends, sit down and drink. If they are seeking revenge, go outside and fight."

This man ignored these words and the many glances directed at him. Instead, he came in front of Liu Yeqin and Chu Changdong and looked down at them from above.

But no one in the inn tried to stop him... Everyone felt an extremely sinister aura coming from this person, as if as soon as they opened their mouths, they would be beheaded in the next instant.

Chu Changdong glanced at the man sideways, searched his mind for his enemies, and found that there was no such person, so he guessed that this guy came to "rob the escort" and spoke lightly.

"If you think we are escorting the sword out of the world, then you don't take our Sword Sect seriously. The Sect Master is the contemporary sword master and has his own pride. How could he hide the Nine Bells before Mo Jingxue shows up? Isn't this just admitting defeat first..."

Before Chu Changdong could finish his words, the cold and hard swordsman suddenly interrupted and spoke softly.

"Liu Yeqin, Chu Changdong...Ningbinglei, are they in your hands?"

Although this cold-blooded swordsman spoke the Central Plains Mandarin, he was not very fluent and had a distinct accent, which sounded a bit funny.

But as soon as these words were spoken, all the Sword Sect disciples in the hall suddenly stood up, and more than a dozen wooden stools fell backwards to the ground with a clanging sound.

They all drew their swords, their eyes gleaming with ferocity as they stared at the cold-blooded swordsman, their voices squeezed out from between their teeth.

"Who is coming?"

Without waiting for the cold and hard swordsman to answer, Liu Yeqin was the first to recognize his identity, her eyes slightly fixed.

"The most favored student of the Emperor Wuxiang, Xihuajian... instead of becoming the king of Goguryeo, he came to Yanyun Jianghu to show off?"

Yanyun and Goguryeo are very close to each other, and the people from the two places have often dealt with each other.

There were few villains in Goguryeo, and few geniuses in martial arts. Yan Yun naturally never took Goguryeo seriously... But although the overall martial arts world of Goguryeo was not as good as Yan Yun's, its top combat power and the presence of the Prime Minister were not bad.

Emperor Wuxiang is nearly a hundred years old and has accepted countless disciples, but the most outstanding one is Xihua Sword in front of him.

There are people hunting butterflies among the flowers, and people are everywhere, but the reputation of the flowers is not damaged at all.

Liu Yeqin had no idea how the Xihua Sword knew that the Ningbing Tears were in their hands.

They also had not leaked the news of Ning Binglei, and there were more than just these group of Sword Sect masters who went out.

At this moment, many people from Yanyun's Sword Sect were out investigating Mo Jingxue, but in fact they were just covering for Liu Yeqin and the others. No matter who came to snatch Ning Binglei, they had to place their bet first.

But how did we find them?
If Goguryeo had some unique secret method to sense the Ice Tears... Liu Yeqin should be glad that she was not alone in the escort mission south.

But it doesn't matter at this moment.

When Xihua Jian heard this, his expression remained cold and hard.

"The Sword Sect stole my Goguryeo's Frozen Tears. Why not come here to retrieve them?"

"The treasures of nature belong to the virtuous. If you want to grab them...it depends on your ability!"

This is a treasure given to his good disciple. I heard that he has always wanted it. How could Liu Yeqin give it to someone else?
As soon as he finished speaking, the hall of the inn was suddenly filled with sword lights, and immediately afterwards, there was the sound of swords piercing flesh.

A martial artist rushed out of the hall, tumbling and crawling. Before he could utter a word, a flash of sword light appeared, and a head flew into the sky.

He wants to kill Xihua Jian, a disciple of the Sword Sect, and he also wants to kill innocent people in the martial arts world.

It's like killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

a few days later.

Ta-da, ta-da.

Mu Li'er was walking on the street, leading her horse. When she was buying wine in a town, a disciple from the Sword Sect suddenly flew over and handed her a letter.

"Sword Master, a letter from the Sect Master."

"Huh?" Mu Li'er raised her eyebrows slightly, showing a little curiosity. She opened the letter and her expression changed immediately. "They are all dead!?"

"No, Elder Liu was no match for him, but he was not unable to escape either. He was just seriously injured. Only Captain Chu Changdong had one arm chopped off, and he was the most seriously injured..."

"Where are the other disciples?"

The Sword Sect disciple remained silent.

Mu Lier understood immediately, gritted her teeth, trembled with anger, and jumped onto the horse.

"Ningbinglei was also robbed?"

"kindness……"

"I'll go look for her! Tell the nun that she's staying at the only inn in this town. Tell her to continue looking for Master Dong Wen for now. I'll be back soon!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Lier rode her horse out of the town.

(End of this chapter)