Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 414: Once a Couple, Always a Couple

There are vast grasslands and few mountains. Snow is flying in the sky. Looking far away, it looks like a sea of ​​snow.

The snow was so thick that it reached the ankles when stepped on. Everything was white, but there were many horse hoof tracks, blood and knife marks in the snow... There had obviously been a lot of fighting on the grassland during this period of time.

As they headed north, the temperature became increasingly colder. Zhao Wumian and Guan Yunshu's felt hats and sheepskin coats were all covered in snow foam, but both of them were skilled in martial arts, so they were not worried and did not feel cold at all.

They were in the enemy's country, mixed in with the crowd, communicating quietly in secret, but what they talked about was not major events of the country or family, but rather trivial matters.

"Where are the clothes I gave you?"

"Wear it inside and put the sheepskin coat outside, it won't get dirty."

"Why should you wear it? If your clothes get torn during a fight, I won't mend them for you."

"I thought you'd be happy if you kept wearing it."

“Very happy indeed.”

"...If you continue like this, forget about overcoming your love troubles. I'm afraid you'll get deeper and deeper into trouble."

"I only tell the truth... and you are the one who is getting deeper and deeper into trouble, right?"

"Yes."

Hearing this, the nun blinked, then shyly pulled down her felt hat, intending to cover her face.

Although she was not using her own face, but just the face of a Rong woman in disguise, which was not very beautiful, Zhao Wumian still couldn't help being moved when he saw her expression.

他 说:

"I am a very vulgar person. The woman I like must be the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. This is indeed the case. Otherwise, the martial arts world would not have spread the rumor that I am a playboy... But I always feel that it doesn't matter even if you are not beautiful."

"But I am the most beautiful woman in the world..." Guan Yunshu raised her head and said narcissistically, and then looked at him sideways:
"That sounds nice. If I were ugly, you would not want to bother with me when we first met."

"That's right." Zhao Wumian did not deny it, and then said:

"But you are so talented. If it weren't for me, you would have already connected the bridge between heaven and earth. In addition, you are the...true disciple of Abbot Dongwen. We will definitely have some interactions."

"and then?"

"We'll always like each other."

"Ah."

Guan Yunshu did not refute, but just held his felt hat with both hands and turned his face away.

She was shy.

At the end of the snowfield, groups of warriors would occasionally pass by on horseback, their horses galloping hurriedly. They would stop for a while after passing by, ask a few questions, and then leave immediately.

As the battle was about to begin, it was the time to conscript able-bodied men. A team of nearly a hundred Rong scouts was selected, and twenty of them were sent to lead them back to the camp, while the rest continued to spy outside to prevent an ambush by the imperial court.

In snowy weather, wrapped in a white cloak and lying in the snow for natural protection, only a few hundred experts can become a sharp force that cannot be ignored, so it is necessary to explore.

This is also one of the reasons why the Rong people have not immediately sent troops to attack the city... because they have been ambushed by the King of Yan in this way and suffered losses, so they are naturally much more cautious.

But Zhao Wumian had not seen a person from the Central Plains until now, so he knew that the situation outside the Great Wall was already critical and could not allow ordinary people from the martial arts world to interfere.

He turned and glanced at the leader of the team on horseback... He wondered if the place this guy was taking them to was a military camp.

Xue Xiao had already flown out of the pass to look for the location of the military camp. If he got nothing by following this group of Rong people, Zhao Wumian should find another way.

rustle----

The cold wind blew the snowflakes, and the fine snow fell into the bowl and melted into the steaming milky white goat milk.

In front of the military tent outside the Great Wall, Shaman Tian, ​​wrapped in a wolfskin coat, sat cross-legged in front of the fire, holding a bowl of goat milk, lost in thought.

There was horse meat on the fire, sprinkled with seasonings that were only available in the Central Plains, and the aroma was fragrant.

The gray-armored guards, wearing armor and carrying short bows on their backs, with iron masks and single exposed eyes, and holding broadswords in their hands, patrolled back and forth between the tents. They were all tall and sturdy men, more than two meters tall.

The Rong people were rough and unsophisticated, and usually when they were in formation they would drink wine, eat meat, sing and dance. But this time, those who were sent to attack the city were all elite soldiers, and their military discipline was solemn. Apart from the slight clang of armor when they walked, there was no noise.

Tap tap——

Footsteps were heard, and the grassland pioneer known as Black Crow came hurriedly holding a wooden box in his hand and said respectfully:

"Shaman, the blood crystal has arrived."

Shamantian came to his senses, drank the goat milk in the bowl, stood up, opened the wooden box, took out a crystal clear crimson stone, and looked at it carefully in the firelight.

The firelight reflected in the stone, reflecting colorful fluorescence.

"It's in pretty good condition... The Western Regions are full of yellow sand, and the environment is even worse than the grasslands, but there are many strange and bizarre things here."

Shamantian threw the blood crystal back into the wooden box, clapped his hands lightly, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Go make medicine."

Black Duck handed the wooden box to a standing guard and asked him to take it to the witch doctor in the camp.

The martial arts world has experienced ups and downs for thousands of years. Xiao Yuanmu is not the first warrior who has condensed his inner energy. Although there are very few cases like her who not only survived but also reached the pinnacle of martial arts, there are always gifted people in the world.

Shamantian is one of them. This thing called "blood coagulation crystal" is believed to be the key to maintaining the balance of qi and blood in his body.

Black Crow could lead 100,000 soldiers as a vanguard, and his status in the grassland was not low, but no matter how high he was, he was not as high as Shamantian. He lowered his head to take the plate and cut a piece of good tendon for Shamantian, saying:

"That idiot Emperor Wuxiang didn't stay at the center of the army and take charge of the overall situation. Instead, he had to pick a fight with Marquis Weiming. The shaman kindly reminded him, but he didn't appreciate it. He should die now, but he almost ruined the overall situation. In order to prevent the Goguryeo army from losing morale, we can only keep it a secret for one day..."

"He is a man of the world at heart. He doesn't trust anyone but his own sword. But this time, his sword is not as powerful as Zhao Wumian's. His skills are not as good as others, but there is nothing he can do about it."

Black Crow sighed:

"But I recognize the strength of Wuxiang Emperor. Even if Weiming Hou can kill him, he must have consumed a lot of energy and was seriously injured. I guess he is still recuperating somewhere. This is a plan of driving the wolf to devour the tiger... Will Mo Jingxue and Weiming Hou really fight?"

"It's not like driving away a wolf to devour a tiger." Shamantian shook his head slightly, his tone containing a hint of admiration.

"Zhao Wumian's martial arts are unrivaled, but Mo Jingxue is not an ordinary martial arts master either. They may fight to determine the winner, but not life or death... The only one who can kill them is me."

Shamantian never expected that Zhao Wumian and Mo Jingxue would both suffer heavy losses in the fight. At most, they would both suffer some injuries and consume a lot of energy.

But it was enough for him... enough for him to kill two people.

Hei Ya nodded slightly. He was just a military general. Although he was skilled in martial arts, his mind was mainly focused on the overall situation of the war. Therefore, although Zhao Wumian was difficult to deal with, he was not a match for him.

Killing Zhao Wumian was not his concern... The person he wanted to kill was the King of Yan.

He then hoped:
"It's rare for a shaman to come to the front line. If you want to lure Mo Jingxue and Zhao Wumian here, you must show up. It's better to just kill King Yan and let the world know. With your martial arts skills, the second or third martial arts champion can't stop you at all."

Shamantian stuffed the horse meat into his mouth. The various seasonings mixed with the aroma of meat lingered in his mouth. He savored it carefully and said:
"The Prince of Yan is not worth mentioning. The Southern Dynasty's 100,000-man army is no match for Zhao Wumian alone, let alone a small vassal prince... You'd better be more careful of Zhao Wumian. If he comes to Yagu Pass, he may come out tonight and chop off your head."

Hei Ya looked back and around, as if Zhao Wumian was right behind him... but behind him there were only elite soldiers and generals patrolling back and forth, so he just smiled.

"Shaman, you are joking. I am surrounded by thousands of soldiers, and all around me are the bravest men on the grassland. Hundreds or thousands of them may not be able to defeat Zhao Wumian, but what about ten thousand or twenty thousand? If they kill me, there will still be others to lead the troops to attack the city, which will be a thankless task. How could he take such a big risk and do such a stupid thing?"

Shamantian laughed and did not answer.

Then I heard Black Crow say:
"As the Art of War says, if you attack, you must rescue the enemy. The King of Yan has a daughter who is said to be very close to Zhao Wumian. It seems that the two of them lived and ate together in Hetuo."

"It is said in the martial arts world that Marquis Weiming is a playboy. He will definitely not let go of a young lady like this. The King of Yan is his father-in-law..."

"You know, that girl's mother died early, and she only has the King of Yan as her father. If the pillow talk blows, Wei Minghou will probably be no exception... So Shaman really doesn't consider taking action against the King of Yan?"

When Shamantian heard this, he was lost in thought. He subconsciously stroked the human skin drum around his waist.

"My mother died early..."

"That's right. It's said in the martial arts world that Wei Ming Hou is a man of loyalty and righteousness. If he captures the King of Yan alive, he can at least force Zhao Wumian out..."

Black Crow continued his long speech, but Shamantian wasn't paying attention.

He was silent for a moment, and suddenly someone came hurriedly with his forearm raised, on which stood a specially trained prairie eagle.

"Shaman, Mo Jingxue has appeared!"

Shamantian came to his senses, looked up, frowned slightly, and the messenger handed him the text message with both hands.

He took a quick look and immediately stood up.

"Mo Jingxue is not hiding at all, so it won't be long before Zhao Wumian shows up..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew away, his robes fluttering, causing the snowflakes to dance.

Black Crow and a group of guards looked up at Shamantian's back and couldn't help but sigh.

"Why is the Shaman not interested in this war..."

"It would be great if the Imperial Master was here. If it were him, he would definitely not hesitate to hold the King of Yan hostage and force Zhao Wumian."

After a few words, Shamantian disappeared.

The refugees had no horses, so their pace was certainly relatively slow. Zhao Wumian thought it would take several days, but the military camp was unexpectedly close, and they arrived at night.

It would be best if he could come directly to the military camp as a refugee, but even if he couldn't come, Zhao Wumian had other ways, it would only be a matter of sooner or later.

Zhao Wumian looked at the twinkling fires and the connected tents in the night, thinking to himself that they were so close, and with the speed of the soldiers and horses, they would be at the gates of the city in a few hours.

We are currently simply checking for ambushes and threats in the surrounding areas, so we haven't sent out troops immediately.

The soldiers in the tent came to negotiate and talked for a few words before they were let go.

The snow on the ground had melted long ago, leaving a muddy patch, but the distances between the tents were quite large. The road was wide, with horse barriers standing outside, and most of the tents had pack horses tied near them.

These tents can be tidied up and packed up in less than a quarter of an hour, and can be pulled by horses for a quick march, so their flexibility is indeed quite good.

The military camp is vast, with each area having its own area. There are many cattle and sheep raised on the sides and rear. The Rong people do not know how to farm, so once winter comes, apart from sweeping up food and grass from the Central Plains in autumn, they can only eat these cattle and sheep.

Of course, people don’t just eat meat; there are also many dairy products such as naan bread and cow and goat milk.

Along the way, you can see many horse-drawn carriages unloading goods, and there is a strong smell of tea.

There are no vegetables on the grassland, and eating only meat, eggs and milk will cause scurvy, gout, etc. Therefore, one of the ways for the Rong people to supplement the nutrition of vegetables is to soak milk in tea and make milk tea.

Therefore, tea is considered one of the hard currencies in the grassland.

The unloaders were mostly Rong people and forced laborers from the Central Plains, and there were also some people from the underworld among them.

But they were all wearing shackles and were being monitored by soldiers all around, so they couldn't run away even if they wanted to. They could only do rough work and barely survive.

There were sounds of conversation in the tent next to the carriage, but they were speaking the Central Plains Mandarin.

"This year's tea and iron ore are several times more than in previous years. We have spent a lot of effort to bypass King Yan's inspection."

"I understand. I'll give you a lot of gold..."

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly and looked at Guan Yunshu.

"It's fine if they're smuggling on normal days, but now there's a war, they're here too?"

Guan Yunshu looked at the Chamber of Commerce logo on the carriage, recalled for a moment, and then whispered:

"The logo of the Cui Family Chamber of Commerce in Yanyun. How dare they smuggle tea and iron ore in the territory of King Yan?"

"It's dark under the lamp... But it doesn't matter, they won't survive tonight."

Zhao Wumian withdrew his gaze and saw that the team leader gathered them together, gave each of them a bowl of goat milk and a nang cake, and let them eat on the spot.

After walking for a day, Zhao Wumian was hungry, but when he smelled the goat milk, it only tasted fishy, ​​and the nangbing was cold and hard like a piece of iron.

This shit can be used as a brick, right?

Zhao Wumian put it down. With his martial arts skills, not eating for a few days would not be a big deal.

He looked sideways and saw the Rong people around him soaking the naan biscuits in goat milk and eating them voraciously. Zhao Wumian and Guan Yunshu looked so abrupt. A Rong person wearing black armor, who looked like a squad leader, looked at the two of them and asked something in a jabbering manner.

Guan Yunshu continued to answer, and after a few words, the Rong man looked away, rubbed the handle of his knife with his palm, pointed at each person with his whip, and assigned tasks.

Zhao Wumian glanced at the Rong man, wanting to find the captured Jianghu hero and Yanyun scout first, because he did not attack directly, but asked.

"what did he say?"

"Eat if you want, eat if you don't want, forget it. Since we've come so far, you don't have to work tonight, but you'll have to work hard tomorrow. If you collapse from exhaustion tomorrow, he'll be the first to whip you."

Zhao Wumian smiled.

His martial arts skills were so high that other people's harsh words could not make him angry. He just thought they were cute and funny and asked again.

"So what did you answer?"

"My husband is very strong, so don't worry about it."

Guan Yunshu seemed to enjoy the identity and customs of a Rong person, and he was not at all shy about calling him that. As a result, Zhao Wumian couldn't help but feel light-hearted, without any sense of oppression from being in the enemy camp.

I might even think it wouldn't hurt to pretend to be a warrior with the little nun for a few more days.

After dinner, the Rong people finished assigning the work. Zhao Wumian had to move the goods tomorrow morning, while Guan Yunshu was going to feed the horses.

A Rong man gave them a brief introduction to the camp, and asked them to identify their work areas before giving them tents to sleep in.

On a snowy day, if there were no tents and people had to sleep outside, they would surely freeze to death. These were all human resources, and the Rong people were not stupid enough to let them freeze to death.

Zhao Wumian and Guan Yunshu called themselves husband and wife and lived in the same tent.

There was no light in the tent, only an animal skin carpet. It was dark and narrow. Even if Zhao Wumian sat cross-legged, his head would hit the tent. But by pulling the tent flap, he could barely keep out the cold.

Zhao Wumian turned sideways to listen to the sound of snow and footsteps outside the tent, and whispered:
"My dear, although I would like to be your husband and wife for a few more days, business is more important... We can only be husband and wife for one day."

Guan Yunshu sat on the carpet with his legs bent, with an elegant posture. He just smiled slightly when he heard the words, but took out a piece of oil paper from his sheepskin coat and handed it to him.

"Eat your fill before you kill."

Zhao Wumian was slightly stunned, then took the oil paper, which was still warm from Guan Yunshu's arms. He spread it out and saw a plump roast goose inside.

Guan Yunshu was kept in his arms. His body temperature was warm, but it was not cold either, and there was still a trace of warmth left.

"You brought this thing with you when you came out?" Zhao Wumian's tone was slightly surprised.

This time, he was disguising himself as a refugee and naturally traveled light... The Rong people were his granary, so he could just rob whatever he needed, so he didn't consider the issue of dry food.

The tent was narrow, Guan Yunshu adjusted his sitting position, with his shoulder against Zhao Wumian's chest, and his voice sounded like he was singing, jokingly saying:

"I can't let my husband go hungry, right? No matter how delicious the food of the Rong people is, it can't compare to the dry food of this poor wife, right?"

The space inside the tent was small, and when two people sat together, it seemed like they had their own world, with an inexplicable sense of security and comfort.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wumian couldn't help but raise his hands and hug Guan Yunshu's waist.

His heart started beating fast and he actually felt a little nervous.

The palm of my hand touched Guan Yunshu's sheepskin coat. The snow had melted and the coat was a little wet and hard, not very pleasant to the touch.

He exerted a little force, trying to make the two of them snuggle together, but Guan Yunshu did not resist.

Her little face leaned against Zhao Wumian's shoulder, and her hair rubbed against the side of Zhao Wumian's face, making him feel itchy.

The two people who were usually eloquent were silent at this moment.

No joking, no bickering, just silence.

And in the silence, there is a sweet tension unique to young men and women when they are alone.

Zhao Wumian understood that while he was nervous, Guan Yunshu was also having a hard time.

Her heart must have been in her throat.

It was unknown how long it had been before Zhao Wumian coughed lightly, and the girl in his arms trembled visibly, as if she was afraid to disrupt the hard-earned balance and warmth between the two of them, and then she quickly calmed down.

Zhao Wumian tore off the fattest duck leg and handed it to Guan Yunshu's mouth. For some reason, his voice was a little dry.

"My wife, eat first."

Guan Yunshu in his arms was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Are you that nervous? I'm a nun, why should I eat duck legs?"

Zhao Wumian had indeed forgotten, and he gave a dry laugh, and was about to take it back, but the person in his arms raised his hand to tuck the hair by his ear, leaned closer, and took a small bite of the duck leg.

Zhao Wumian had been stunned by Guan Yunshu's actions for who knows how many times.

Guan Yunshu chewed the duck meat, tilted his head slightly to look at Zhao Wumian, and his hair brushed against Zhao Wumian's face.

She stared at Zhao Wumian, as if admiring his expression, but after a few seconds she changed her tone and said with a smile:
"I am a Rong person now, your wife, not a nun. Why can't I eat meat? This is not breaking the precepts, so don't be complacent."

Zhao Wumian came back to his senses and said softly: "Really..."

He didn't say much, but just hugged Guan Yunshu tighter.

He suddenly didn't want to go out to explore anymore. He just wanted to snuggle up with Guan Yunshu.

They shared the roast duck and then threw it randomly in a corner.

The two of them no longer had the bickering and anger they used to have, but just hugged each other tightly for warmth.

When they returned to the Central Plains, one of them was the Marquis Weiming of the imperial court, and the other was a nun from Xiaoxitian, so they were destined not to be so straightforward and close to each other.

That's why I cherish my current identity so much.

The two top martial arts masters were huddled in a cramped tent distributed by the Rong people to the refugees, living in an extremely difficult situation.

But happiness rose in their hearts like a spring flower.

There was still wind and snow outside the tent, but it was warm as spring inside the tent.

At some point, Zhao Wumian had lowered his head... He looked at Guan Yunshu's moist and soft red lips, which looked like flower petals.

Guan Yunshu raised his chin slightly and moved closer. He did not refuse, but even responded to her.

But when Zhao Wumian was about to say it, he stopped.

The two were so close that the heat from each other's breath brushed against their faces.

A trace of confusion appeared in Guan Yunshu's eyes, and then he slowly raised his little hand and gently wiped the faces of the two people.

They then returned to their former appearance.

She even thought that Zhao Wumian disliked her ugly face after she had been disguised.

But Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "No."

"kindness?"

"I don't want to kiss the warrior Guan Yunshu, I want to kiss the nun Guan Yunshu."

Guan Yunshu looked stunned for a moment, then a helpless smile appeared on his face.

"Why do you always get so hung up on such little details?"

"Now that we've kissed, we're just husband and wife for one day, but if I can kiss a nun in the future, we'll be husband and wife for life." Zhao Wumian said seriously.

When Guan Yunshu heard him speak, her heart suddenly felt lightened, and she smiled again, with a somewhat naive smile.

Only a passionate woman would show this kind of smile to her lover.

Guan Yunshu came closer and took the initiative to peck Zhao Wumian on the lips. Then, in front of Zhao Wumian's stunned gaze, he said triumphantly:
"I am greedy. We are married for one day, and we will be married for the rest of our lives...it depends on your ability."

She winked at Zhao Wumian with her left eye, looking youthful, lively and full of spirit.

Zhao Wumian then moved closer again and kissed Guan Yunshu's red lips.

She whimpered but did not resist.

Zhao Wumian only kissed Guan Yunshu for a while and did not do anything else. As he said, he wanted to be husband and wife with the nun for the rest of his life.

If he wanted to, he could spend a night with Guan Yunshu at this moment. But when he returned to the Central Plains, Guan Yunshu had spent a day with him as husband and wife, and he had no regrets. He had already made up his mind, and there was no way he could break the emotional calamity at any time.

Since the matter has been settled, there is absolutely no reason for Guan Yunshu to compromise.

She is independent, self-reliant, persistent, and willful. How could she compromise and marry like an ordinary woman for just any reason?

Zhao Wumian likes to see Yunshu like this.

So he didn't want to observe Yunshu's body, he wanted to observe Yunshu's heart.

Guan Yunshu's heart will be attached to him for the rest of her life, and this emotional tribulation will never be resolved.

He and Guan Yunshu acted separately, and with their martial arts skills, they wanted to hide their bodies in the huge military camp and move around freely... Zhao Wumian could do it, but it was a bit difficult for Guan Yunshu.

Firstly, his physical skills are not good enough, and secondly, he does not have the innate stealth plug-in like the Green Jade Pendant.

So she went to the horse-raising area in the camp, and waited for the signal, then released the horses to help the heroes and Yanyun scouts rescued by Zhao Wumian escape.

Zhao Wumian walked around the military camp freely without anyone noticing.

Black Crow was obviously wary of the Rong people coming from inside the pass, and sent many people to monitor them... But he could not have imagined that the famous Wei Ming Hou would condescend to disguise himself and become a lowly Rong refugee.

Naturally, these people could not stop Zhao Wumian.

He was not interested in Black Crow's head... What he wanted was Shamantian's life, so for that, he would not mind taking the risk of coming to the enemy camp.

At this moment he was standing in a luxurious tent, looking sideways.

There was an elixir furnace in the tent with a roaring fire. A skinny old woman in a long robe was refining an elixir. She was surrounded by a dozen fully armed guards, including some with great martial arts skills.

This furnace of elixir is obviously very important.

There were occasional conversations in the tent, and although Zhao Wumian could not understand them, judging from their respectful expressions, it was obvious that this furnace of elixir was being refined for someone else... and this person had a very high status.

It was probably either Udam, Shamantian, or the Khan of the grassland.

Zhao Wumian did not take action, but hid in the dark. When the elixir was ready and the furnace was opened, he suddenly moved.

The old witch doctor looked delighted, raised his hand and several crystal red pills in the furnace fell into the silver plate.

She looked at the pill for a few seconds and thought that it was of good quality.

"Someone, seal it and send it to the shaman."

But when she finished speaking, no one responded. She looked up blankly and saw that the guards standing around her were still standing in the same place, but there were bloody holes in their throats, and blood was flowing out.

They were dead, but they did not lose their balance and were still standing.

It’s not because of their obsession and pride, but because the people came too fast.

It was so fast that even with a bloody hole in their throats, their bodies could still maintain balance.

"ah--"

The old witch doctor's pupils suddenly widened. Just as she was about to scream, someone grabbed her neck and her voice was stuck in her throat.

When she looked up, she saw a man in white clothes as white as snow and with a handsome face.

The man looked at her coldly and asked softly:

"Is this medicine for Shamantian?"

(End of this chapter)