Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 331: Shadows Chasing Waves
As time approaches mid-May, the weather gradually becomes hotter, but the Yangtze River rushing into the sea is turbulent and filled with mist. The green mountains on both sides appear lush and green, making people feel refreshed and natural at a glance.

The vast Yangtze River flows directly to the southeast. The breeze blows up the green leaves on both sides and mixes them into the mist on the river surface, making it clear and hazy.

Zhao Wumian was wearing a green shirt and a black cloak around his shoulders. He stood on the deck of a ship, raised his hand to catch the green leaves floating in the wind, and looked at the endless green mountains in the distance.

In Dali, the East China Sea generally refers to the thousand-mile area around the estuary of the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, which can barely be considered to be sandwiched between Jiangnan and the capital.

If you travel south from the capital to the Yangtze River and then go downstream, it will take less than ten days by boat to reach the destination.

There was no scheduled battle with Dao Kui this time, so Zhao Wumian was not as anxious as he was in Shu when he was traveling. Instead, he stayed in the capital with the Queen Mother and Luo Chaoyan for a while. He left the capital only after Chief Constable Su and Xu Ran returned and the situation became slightly more stable.

It’s almost June now and we have just reached the Yangtze River.

However, when Zhao Wumian thought about how the Empress Dowager had taken the initiative to ask for things every time he went to Kunning Palace to have an affair with her, he suddenly felt dizzy, as if he had PTSD.

Logically speaking, with Zhao Wumian's current physique, not to mention a queen mother with mediocre martial arts skills, even Shen Xiangge, who is also a martial arts master, could not withstand it several times a night. However, the saying that men are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties is indeed true.

The Queen Mother had been lonely for a long time, and she knew that she might not see Zhao Wumian for the next few months, so she displayed her majestic aura to the fullest on the couch.

Just a few seconds after it ended, she simply wiped Zhao Wumian with a handkerchief and then held it with her little hands. If he couldn't get up, she would step on it with her feet, or lean over and hold it in her mouth.

As long as Zhao Wumian still had a little bit of strength left and responded, the Queen Mother would immediately lift up her nightgown and sit on him... She had no idea why her body with mediocre martial arts skills had so much energy.

But it was indeed pleasant, both physically and mentally... Even though he had been away from Beijing for many days, Zhao Wumian couldn't help but often recall the joy he had with the Empress Dowager.

Fortunately, Miss Su and the master were also on the boat with him, so Zhao Wumian wasn't too lonely. It was just that the cabin was surrounded by thin wooden walls, so he always had to suppress the noise, and he couldn't enjoy himself very much.

Beside Zhao Wumian, Xiao Yuanmu was wearing a slightly thin spring skirt. She was too short to reach the boat's side and could not see the scenery on the river at all.

She sat sideways on the side of the boat, the breeze from the river swept over, lifting the hem of her skirt, revealing a slender calf and graceful ankle, but her legs were covered with a layer of thin black silk pants that were not too thick, which further highlighted the whiteness of her legs.

This pair of black stockings was naturally made by Zhao Wumian at Jinxiufang in the capital to fit Xiao Yuanmu. It was incredibly elastic, and would not tear even if she grew bigger. At most, it would be too tight and uncomfortable, and even get stuck in the narrow space between Muyun...

Zhao Wumian originally wanted to dress her in white silk, but unfortunately Xiao Yuanmu liked black... It doesn't matter, it has a different flavor.

Xiao Yuanmu's long hair, neatly tied behind her waist, swayed gently as she leaned against Zhao Wumian. If they were not too young, anyone who saw them would have secretly said that they were a pair of chivalrous couples.

"Wow—"

A hawk came flying, leaving a black line in the water mist, and then it flew over the side of the ship, flapped its vast wings a few times to stop its inertia, and landed steadily on the side of the ship.

Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand, took the letter box from between the legs of the letter hawk, and slowly opened the letter to read it.

Zhao Wumian let go of the green leaf in his palm and looked at the carrier eagle in boredom.

The carrier eagle spread its wings and used its beak to comb its feathers. After a few seconds, it reacted and tilted its head to stare at Zhao Wumian.

The man and the bird stared at each other for a few seconds before Zhao Wumian said, "Oi, I have a snowy owl that sleeps all day. Do you two want to be friends?"

Xinying silently looked away, pretending not to hear what was said.

"Hey, I've always felt that the animals and birds in this world are all quite spiritual..."

"This is a breed bred in Dian Cang Mountain in Miaojiang. It is naturally intelligent. Your snowy owl also comes from there." Xiao Yuanmu looked at the letter and answered casually.

"Oh~ The Beast Taming Sect."

"It's quite appropriate, but I'm not familiar with Dian Cang Mountain and we don't have much intersection." After reading the letter, Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand to tuck the hair that was swaying in the wind around his ears, and handed the letter to Zhao Wumian.

"That little lover of yours is in trouble, see?"

Zhao Wumian glanced sideways at Xiao Yuanmu and thought she was so cute when she lifted her hair.

After looking at it for a few more times, he looked away and raised his hand to take the letter.

Xiao Yuanmu was talking about Shen Xiangge. Unlike Zhao Wumian and others, she still had a lot of sect affairs to deal with. After all, before Zeng Lengyue, she had announced to the world that she was Zhao Wumian's woman.

Zhao Wumian had killed many people from Huanzhen Pavilion, although because of Empress Canghua, he had never killed any disciples of Canghua Tower. At most, he bullied Qihe in Taiyuan, but there were still many people in Canghua Tower who considered themselves disciples of Huanzhen Pavilion.

Now that even their immediate superior had brought the entire sect to join Zhao Wumian, some disciples were naturally dissatisfied and started making troubles all over the martial arts world. Shen Xiangge also left Beijing early to reorganize the sect, planning to meet up with Zhao Wumian in the East China Sea in June.

The letter said that the branch of Canghua Tower in the East China Sea was also causing trouble. They led people to massacre a fishing village. The village was a small village with less than a hundred people, but all the heads were chopped off and built into a Jingguan. In front of the Jingguan, there was a blood-written plaque with the following words:

'The people of this village all died because of Weiming Hou Zhao Wumian and Canghua Niangniang Yan Rongfei, so Canghua Tower stayed.'

Zhao Wumian frowned, "You don't have the ability to kill me and Lady Canghua, so you turn your knife against innocent people?"

"The Huanzhen Pavilion has always followed its heart. Under the jurisdiction of your little lover, Canghua Tower has not done anything harmful to the world. However, although Canghua Tower has a good reputation in the martial arts world, the Demon Sect is still the Demon Sect after all. There will always be bad apples that spoil the whole barrel.

Regardless of whether they are doing this to vent their anger or to provoke, the signs have been put up now. If they are not brought to justice as soon as possible, it will be you and your lover's reputation that will be harmed. "

Zhao Wumian put down the letter. Only then did he understand the origin of the word "Demon Sect" in Huanzhen Pavilion.

Under the sect motto of Huanzhen Pavilion, which is "do as you please", there are unruly and trustworthy playboys, and naturally there are also desperate criminals who regard human life as worthless.

"Who is the leader of the East China Sea branch of Canghua Tower?" Zhao Wumian said in a slightly cold tone.

"How should I know? You should ask your little lover." Xiao Yuanmu looked away, narrowed his eyes slightly, felt the wind was strong, covered his face with a round fan, and said casually.

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment. Shen Xiangge had not contacted him since she left Beijing, and he didn't know where she was. But since it was related to the Cuojin Boshan furnace, she would definitely come to the East China Sea. Therefore, Zhao Wumian was not too troubled, but just kept it in mind.

"It's time to eat." Su Qingqi pushed open the cabin door and shouted to the two people on the side of the ship.

Xiao Yuanmu jumped down the side of the boat lightly and patted Zhao Wumian's shoulder with his round fan.

"This matter is not small, but it is not a big deal either. It is just a bunch of stray dogs barking wildly. Don't worry about it. When we find them, we will kill them to avenge the people of the fishing village. When we go to the East China Sea, we should focus on the Cuojin Boshan furnace."

Zhao Wumian thought to himself that wherever he went, there would be people looking for trouble, but that was just how the world was.

He has also gotten used to the grudges, love and hatred, and the flashing of swords and sabers.

When Xiao Yuanmu and I entered the cabin, the square table was already filled with delicious dishes, mostly special seafood from around the Yangtze River.

Guan Yunshu was still wearing a clean and tidy monk's robe, but it was a little thin due to the hot weather. However, she had a great figure, with a slim waist, a perky butt, and a plump chest. The holy monk's robe actually added a sense of contrast to her.

Princess Xiangzhu has been in good health since she had a high fever that night. She is wearing a goose yellow spring dress, sitting at the desk, writing a letter to Prince Yan.

Ever since Luo Xiangzhu left Yanyun for Jin years ago, she has never returned to Yanyun. Now, in the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed. This is the first time she has been away from home for such a long time.

There was nothing that could be done about it. Although the little mute's martial arts skills were mediocre, she had actually helped Zhao Wumian a lot. Now she was the only one who had to go to the East China Sea to find the Jinboshan furnace.

Zhao Wumian stood beside her and looked at her for a few seconds. The mute princess then gestured to him to read the letter and asked, "Why don't you also say a few words of greeting to my father?"
Zhao Wumian took the letter and saw Princess Xiangzhu's beautiful handwriting. It didn't say anything big, just some trivial family matters, such as whether she ate well, slept well, etc.

Zhao Wumian thought to himself that he had been traveling around with the King of Yan's only daughter for so long, and it was indeed time to say hello to her. He thought for a moment, looked out the window at the Yangtze River and the green mountains on both sides, and wrote:
[Hello, I am Zhao Wumian, the most affectionate Prince of Yan in the capital during the Jingzheng period.]

When Luo Xiangzhu saw the first sentence Zhao Wumian wrote, her face started to look strange. She was obviously a little mute, but one could see a look on her face as if she wanted to say something but stopped.

Zhao Wumian didn't care and continued writing the letter.

[At this moment, I am on the beautiful and vast Yangtze River, looking at the mist on the river surface that seems to be connected to the sky, and writing to you. ]

[I have heard about your relationship with Princess Yan a long time ago. Thinking about it carefully, we do have some connection. However, in order to prevent this letter from being intercepted, I will not tell you.]

[Princess Xiangzhu is sitting next to me now, watching me write a letter for you.]

[I will take her to find the Nine Bells. Don't worry about her safety. I will do my best to protect her.] [Perhaps because my handwriting is too ugly, the princess looked like she wanted to snatch the brush away, but she stopped there.]

[The princess will be sent back to Yanyun safely in the near future. ]

【Zhao Wumian.】

Zhao Wumian put down his pen and looked at Luo Xiangzhu, "What's up?"

how?

These two words almost made the little mute so angry that he almost spoke.

"When greeting Xiangzhu's father, you can't even be serious and leave a good impression." Mu Lier stood behind Zhao Wumian, glanced at him sideways, and smiled helplessly.

Zhao Wumian sat down at the table, picked up the rice and took a bite.
"I'm speaking from my heart. The King of Yan was very handsome and heroic in his early years, and it's obvious that he was a man of the world. I don't think we need to talk about those empty words. Hey, Master, have you ever been to the East China Sea before?"

Luo Xiangzhu held the letter in her hands and looked left and right, not knowing whether she should send the letter. Mu Lier folded the letter for her and stuffed it into the envelope, saying:

"There are thousands of islands in the East China Sea, and there are many sects. The style of the martial arts world is no less than that of Yanjin. Of course, I have been there before."

"Is there no rumor or gossip about the Jinboshan furnace being at fault in the East China Sea?"

"That's too much." Guan Yunshu sat opposite Zhao Wumian, picked up a piece of tiger skin tofu for herself, slowly put it between her pink lips and chewed it, saying:

"Not to mention the Jinboshan furnace, there are also rumors about the other four colored jades, and even the imperial seal, the Donghuang bell and the other nine bells... But in the martial arts world, these rumors are true and false, false and true, and most of them are released by humans for other purposes, so they cannot be true."

Seeing the letter being put away, Luo Xiangzhu sighed and sat down. Upon hearing this, he blinked and looked at Zhao Wumian.

She tapped her cheek lightly with her small hand, then touched her pink lips, then cupped her hands together, pretending to be burned, with her pink lips holding her fingertips.

If we say that we went to the East China Sea to find the wrong Jinboshan furnace, no one would believe it, right?

Zhao Wumian watched her do these actions quietly, then smiled.

"If this news came out suddenly, it would be groundless and no one would believe it. But if we show up in the East China Sea, everyone will know that I will not come here suddenly, so the credibility of this news will be higher."

Luo Xiangzhu nodded suddenly.

Xiao Yuanmu looked at Zhao Wumian, then at Luo Xiangzhu, and then suddenly said, "Zhao Wumian, this little princess will definitely have a high fever again in June... Don't take care of her, let her master come."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"You don't understand the principle of sex not being intimate, do you not want the reputation of the young princess?"

Luo Xiangzhu's face turned slightly red, and she lowered her eyes and ate silently while holding the small bowl.

Zhao Wumian said no more and asked, "No matter how reclusive the Jade Palace Master is, he must have had some impressive achievements in order to be awarded the title of Wu Kuang, right?"

Mu Lier picked up a piece of fish for Luo Xiangzhu. After hearing this, she recalled for a moment and said, "Of course there is. Have you heard of Zhuang Banxian, the former Pavilion Master of Huanzhen Pavilion?"

Zhao Wumian stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth. "I heard from Senior Song Yun that it was Mo Jingxue's master, the martial arts champion of the Hongtian Dynasty... who was killed by the Lord of the Jade Palace?"

As he spoke, Zhao Wumian glanced at Xiao Yuanmu.

The battle that made Xiao Yuanmu famous was when he single-handedly killed the old spear master. If the Lord of the Jade Palace also has this record of killing the martial arts master alone, that would be amazing.

"It's not that exaggerated. There are wrong names in the martial arts world, but there are no wrong nicknames. Zhuang Banxian is called 'Banxian' by the martial arts world. On the one hand, it is because he always dresses like a charlatan, but on the other hand, it is because of his profound strength."

Mu Lier continued, "At the end of the Hongtian era, Zhuang Banxian went to the East China Sea, but for some reason he fled covered in blood. He said that he would find the Jade Palace to settle this grudge sooner or later, which led to speculation in the martial arts world that the Jade Palace Master had repelled him."

"No one saw the two fighting?"

Mu Lier rolled her eyes cutely, "This isn't a fight. How could there be spectators around a fight in the martial arts world at all times? But what's interesting is that after Zhuang Banxian returned, he disappeared. He must have died from his injuries. This raised the reputation of the Jade Palace Master."

As she spoke, Mu Lier exclaimed in amazement, "Zhuang Banxian is a legend in the Hongtian Dynasty. Although Huanzhen Pavilion was born out of Wugong Mountain, its power is simply incomparable to Wugong Mountain. It was not until Zhuang Banxian's generation that it flourished. I never thought that in his later years, he would become a stepping stone for the Lord of the Jade Palace..."

"To put it bluntly, it's because your martial arts skills are not high enough. No matter how famous you are, when it comes to fighting with your kung fu, who cares whether you are a half-immortal or a true immortal..."

A few people were chatting at the dinner table as the ship drifted down the Yangtze River.

The East China Sea has extensive waterways and many shipping gangs, so it is convenient to travel by boat, but most people still travel on horseback.

Tap tap tap————

Horse hooves rolled over the soft ground, and the accumulated water splashed. There was a lot of rain in the coastal areas, and the characteristics were that it was short and fierce, that is, the rain was heavy, and it was painful when the raindrops hit the face, but it came and went quickly, which was different from Shu.

Therefore, almost everyone in the East China Sea wears a straw hat and a cloak and raincoat, and their outer clothes are mostly coated with beeswax or processed fish oil, which makes them look shiny and smooth.

At this moment, a group of people, all wearing cloaks, were walking along the road. After arriving at a village, they stopped at an inn, dismounted, and hurried into the building.

The shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter, calculating on an abacus. He looked up. He was already used to the way the people in the martial arts world looked, so he just glanced at them and then lowered his eyes indifferently.

"If you want to stay at the hotel and eat, we are fair and honest, and the price is reasonable. If you want to kill someone or seek revenge... we won't send you."

The muscular man in the lead raised his hand and pressed down his bamboo hat, "Looking for acquaintances, not seeking revenge. If there is blood, it will only be someone's body in different places."

People in the underworld would rather lose the fight than the battle. It is rare to see someone admit defeat and say he is not good enough right away.

The shopkeeper found it interesting, paused the sound of the abacus and continued to count, "Don't disturb the other guests."

The sturdy man smiled slightly, bowed, led the people upstairs, came to the front of the house, knocked on the door several times with a special rhythm, and then waited quietly outside the door.

But they waited for a while and there was no movement. The strong man frowned and pushed the door open.

The room was in a bit of a mess, with many empty wine jugs scattered on the table, and blood-stained white cloths thrown on the ground.

The windows were wide open, and raindrops poured into the house from outside, bringing with them a slightly fishy smell from the sea, but it still couldn't blow away the slight smell of medicine that remained in the house.

The sturdy man stood there in a daze.

"Where's the Pavilion Master?"

"I can't come."

The sturdy man was originally named Li Baifeng, nicknamed "Blood Maple Sword", and was the leader of the Canghua Tower's branch in the East China Sea.

He also killed the people in the fishing village.

But he would be a fool to provoke Marquis Weiming and Lady Canghua out of his passion. He is not the best in martial arts, so how could he have such courage?

This was naturally Mo Jingxue's instruction.

Mo Jingxue was seriously injured and has been recuperating in the East China Sea recently. He then contacted Li Baifeng, but he didn't expect that after he finished the job and came back, the boss was gone.

"Well, then what should we do..." the younger brother beside him asked hesitantly.

Li Baifeng was speechless for a moment, then said, "The Pavilion Master is used to being a free-spirited person. It's not surprising that he goes swimming in the sea and practices with dolphins when he feels like it. When he needs us, he will definitely come to find us... Just do what you need to do."

"Oh……"

(End of this chapter)