Zongwu: Saving Wu Meiniang at the beginning

"That's better than some people. They just want to eat delicious food, but some people are greedy for beauty. They can't control their desires."

Normally, the person who likes to talk to Wu Ming like this is Li Hongxiu, but today it was strange, the one who was talking to Wu Ming was Song Tianer.

Wu Ming opened his eyes, sat up quickly, picked up Song Tianer, and flew into the huge carriage parked nearby amid the other's exclamations.

Such a sudden action naturally stunned the remaining three people, but soon a blushing voice was heard. The three people looked at each other and were a little embarrassed. The most uncomfortable one among them was Qiu Moyan.

In addition to embarrassment, her emotions are always mixed with some nervousness.

Although Wu Ming had only teased her with words so far, she always felt that one day in the near future, she would be like Song Tian'er just now, swept into the carriage by a gust of evil wind, and then make some noises that she could not help.

"Well, Miss Hongxiu, can you tell me about the Five Wonders of the World?"

The Five Great Masters are five powerful grand masters. These five men are obsessed with martial arts. When they were still at the grandmaster level, they held a sword fight on Mount Huashan to compete for the peerless Nine Yin Scriptures.

There were many other people competing for it at that time, but these five were the most outstanding.

The Central God Wang Chongyang, the Southern Emperor Duan Zhixing, the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong, the Western Poison Ouyang Feng, and finally the Eastern Evil Huang Yaoshi.

The four men from the east, west, south and north are equally powerful, but Wang Chongyang is better than them, so he is the central supernatural power.

The Nine Yin Scriptures, is it the unique skill of the immortal Lord Huang Shang on earth?

Yes, that senior wanted to find a successor for himself at that time, so he set up a formation in Huashan and required only grandmasters to participate.

It was after that incident that these five people came to prominence in the world.

Li Hongxiu also felt that it would be awkward not to talk about something in this situation, so she simply began to introduce them to Qiu Moyan, starting from the general identities of the five people and then talking about their respective life stories.

It was not until Wu Ming hugged Song Tianer and got out of the carriage that the information dissemination came to an end.

At this moment, Song Tianer had a red face and a satisfied cunning look in her eyes, like a little fox who had stolen a chicken.

It seemed that she was deliberately provoking Wu Ming just now, just wanting to get the all-clear.

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Chapter 245: Dumpling Skin

Since they met the Beggar of the North that day, Wu Ming and his companions’ journey became boring again.

The snow was flying, falling like goose down, and after landing on the ground, it swirled around in the cold wind, indescribably free and natural. The rolling wheels moved forward, crushing the flying snow on the ground, but they could not crush the desolate silence between the world.

Three fine horses of different breeds were walking without fear of the severe cold, but there was a different scene inside the carriage.

However, this scenery was also divided into two worlds. There was a small red clay stove, with fragrant hot tea wafting from it. Wu Ming was wrapped in a luxurious fox fur coat, with Li Hongxiu and Su Rongrong sitting beside him, so that his hands had a warm place to rest.

Song Tianer was in charge of brewing tea and boiling dates. When she did these things, she was always serious, which she did not usually show.

It was just a pity for Qiu Moyan, this stubborn woman. Although they were in the same carriage, she sat far away in the corner, as if she was in a different world from everyone else.

Wu Ming was in that world over there, so she was afraid of being taken advantage of, so she naturally stayed away from him.

But how could Wu Ming let her have an easy time? He was afraid of being taken advantage of, so he had to pay some price.

The freezing cold condensed water into ice. Under his control, although they were in the same carriage, the temperatures on both sides were very different.

Wu Ming and the others were breathing hot air, and Qiu Moyan was also breathing air, but it was just the cold air she exhaled.

"Miss Qiu, you're alone over there, so it's naturally cold. You might as well sit closer and lean against Tian'er. You might get sick if you're cold alone." Su Rongrong's face was red, because she was forced to hold Wu Ming's hands tightly, but her voice was still gentle and penetrated into people's hearts.

"Sister Rongrong is right. I know what you're thinking. But if you get sick, you won't have the strength or the spirit to compete with someone....well...be gentle." Li Hongxiu said halfway, and suddenly her face turned red and she punched Wu Ming hard in the chest.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Moyan felt that what both of them said made sense, so he made up his mind, observed for a while, and then moved to the right side of Song Tianer.

Holding a cup of hot tea brought by Song Tianer, I subconsciously took a sip and felt a warm current rushing into my stomach. My body became three points warmer and a smile naturally appeared on my face. This was a subconscious reaction of my body.

But before she could be happy for long, her thigh felt heavy and a man's foot came out from under the table and placed it boldly on her leg.

"you……."

"Oh, don't say anything. You ride in my carriage and drink my tea. You can't just take advantage of me. My legs are a little numb from sitting here. You can massage my legs to offset the pain."

Qiu Moyan wanted to go back to her corner, but the coldness there was too much for her to resist. After weighing the pros and cons, she gritted her teeth and accepted it indignantly.

It’s just a foot massage, just do it.

It's better than catching a cold, being controlled by others, and having no freedom at all.

As for asking Wu Ming to let her go, she naturally would not say any stupid words. As a prisoner, she knew better than anyone that this man had already shown her mercy outside the law, which was a great blessing from heaven.

If he fell into the hands of that eunuch, who knows what kind of torture he would suffer.

"It's good that you understand. You have to be clear that no matter how long you struggle, you can only be my woman in the end. This is the inevitable result and you have to accept it." Wu Ming let Qiu Moyan struggle, naturally wanting to have some fun.

After saying that, he didn't care whether Qiu Moyan pressed well or not, and clenched the warm big hand and pressed hard again. Li Hongxiu and Su Rongrong looked at each other, helpless and shy. They took out a long spear, and stretched their small hands out from the sleeves, each holding the spear in several places, and then hesitantly asked Wu Ming for advice on spear skills.

"Ridiculous!" Qiu Moyan took a look and increased the strength in his hands by three points. However, no matter how much strength he used, it was no different from tickling Wu Ming.

She knew it was useless, but she just couldn't help it. She had seen this scene countless times and got very angry every time. However, Wu Ming didn't care about her anger at all and continued to do as he pleased.

By now, she has actually gotten used to it.

In fact, she agreed with Wu Ming's words. It seemed that she really could not escape unless she died. However, after dying once, it would take even greater courage to die a second time.

It’s not an easy decision, and this guy said he won’t let himself die.

Qiu Moyan stole a glance at Wu Ming, who was enjoying himself with his eyes closed, and sighed sadly in his heart.

She just felt a little unwilling. This man clearly wanted to possess her, but he always acted as if it was his due, which made people subconsciously want to be angry with him.

Between a man and a woman, even if it's not a matchmaker or a betrothal, there should be procedures. What good can it do if you just say some soft words? Do you think I dare to refuse you?

Qiu Moyan can be said to have used the hardest attitude and said the softest words.

Unfortunately, she didn't know what Wu Ming was thinking.

Wu Ming was just having fun with her now, he liked her visible stubbornness and helpless shyness, he was not in a hurry at all, he even enjoyed the process.

"You...your toes, please pull them back quickly." Qiu Moyan said in a sharp voice. This guy was very greedy. It was not enough for him to just enjoy the massage, but his toes were about to press on the dumpling skin.

It's really annoying.

"There's only so much space. It's obviously your fault for sitting too far forward. What does it have to do with me?" Wu Ming didn't listen and stretched his feet forward.

It feels a bit prickly even through the clothes. It is worth mentioning that they are actually not wearing much, including Qiu Moyan who is only wearing a thin red dress and nothing else.

Considering Wu Ming's character, this result is not difficult to guess. As for why he wore fox fur, it was certainly not because he was cold. Qiu Moyan's coldness was caused by others and had nothing to do with the actual temperature in the car.

The snow weighs down the pine and cypress trees in front of the courtyard, and sarongs are hung in the corridor.

Whether Wu Ming's toes were removed or not was not a problem at all. Qiu Moyan, who had watched the gun bickering, actually only had the strength to speak. In addition, her true energy had been suppressed, so she could not defend herself.

In the end, they could only let Su Rongrong and the other two watch the ups and downs of the world with resentment and shame.

The poem describing the snow scene just now naturally did not come out of nowhere. The few people who were washing up in the car noticed that it was already night outside.

At this time, a dilapidated manor appeared not far away.

Ruined temples, caves, and ruined manors.

These are the three places most loved by people in the underworld, because when they meet them outside, they can have a place to shelter from the cold and rain.

It was said to be dilapidated, but in fact it was just the roof that was leaking. Because of the heavy snow, it looked much cleaner.

Wu Ming got off the carriage and looked at the manor in front of him. He couldn't help but sigh, he had finally arrived.

There was already fire in the garden, which meant someone must have arrived there first.

Seeing Qiu Moyan also get off the car, Wu Ming casually released the restriction that suppressed her true energy.

If a fight breaks out, you have to protect yourself.

Chapter 246: Manor

The manor is actually not small, with the front yard and the back yard divided reasonably. Wu Ming's target is in the back yard at this time. The coffin made of gold has attracted the attention of countless people.

For some people who have never seen the world, let alone the things inside, as long as they can get the coffin, it will be enough for them to enjoy it for a lifetime.

As for whether they can get it, and whether they can keep it after getting it, for those who are blinded by greed, this is too far-fetched.

Wuxin and Master Wangyou have both practiced the Heart Demon Attraction, which is a strange martial art of the devil sect that can bring out the pain in people's hearts that they are most reluctant to recall. The human brain has a protective mechanism that will selectively forget some things when in extreme pain.

It just so happens that the inner demon can reawaken this pain. It can be said to be a cruel magic technique. Practicing this technique will also stimulate one's own inner demon and strengthen it.

It was because of practicing this technique that the master and disciple became possessed by demons. After Master Wangyou passed away, Wuxin was put into a golden coffin by the people of Hanshui Temple.

People use gold to coat Buddha's body, and monks also like to use gold when making ritual instruments.

According to Buddhist tradition, gold is listed as the first of the seven treasures, representing the most precious wealth in the world. Using gold as decoration can better reflect the sacred status of the Buddha.

In the golden coffin, there is an inscription of the Buddhist meditation mantra, which was performed by the eighteen eminent monks of Hanshui Temple together to help Wuxin suppress his inner demons.

Wu Ming was thinking about some things he knew in his mind, but his feet did not stop moving. He took the four girls step by step into the dilapidated manor.

None of the five people concealed their presence. They walked normally, leaving footprints with each step. The soles of their shoes made a squeaking sound as they stepped on the thick white snow.

"Hey, listen quickly, the footsteps are so clear, this can't be a master."

In the front hall of the garden, Lei Wujie was sitting in a corner, next to him was a young man in gorgeous clothes. It was obvious that the other party was also a person who knew how to enjoy life.

"How do you know? They are fearless." Xiao Se rolled his eyes at Lei Wujie, then leaned against the wall, obviously losing interest in conversation.

He should have stayed in Luoxue Villa. This place was quiet and secretive, with few people coming. People from the imperial court had never come, but he was still unwilling to give up. After meeting this little kid from Leijiabao, he suddenly felt a little excited.

After all, no one wants to be a waste all their life.

He was desolate. As the sixth prince of the Beili Dynasty and a former genius, how could he be willing to be a waste?

You have to fight for it.

Snow Moon City? I hope it's still a good place.

These princes of a fallen country actually have a very hard life. On the one hand, they have to deal with the court's arrest, and on the other hand, they have to guard against the betrayal of those around them. They live worse than rats. Even Xiao Se, the former genius, now only has the clothes on his body to prove that he is still a human being.

Therefore, he always dressed brilliantly, sprayed the most expensive perfume, and wore the most gorgeous clothes. This was his last stubbornness.

Compared to him, the three people sitting around the campfire in the center of the hall were just beggars.

No, not really, they are beggars.

A man with black hair and beard and a rough look, dressed like a member of the Beggar Gang. He was tall, but his back was a little hunched. He was holding a broken bowl, which was filled with fried centipedes.

The centipede looks ferocious, but in this person's mouth, it becomes a delicacy and he enjoys eating it very much.

Because of the movement, the nine fingers on the hand are unusually obvious.

Obviously, this person is Hong Qigong, who has a sworn relationship with Wu Ming. As for the other two, although they don't have begging bags hanging on their bodies, their clothes are more torn and dirty than Hong Qigong's.

Those who know him say that Hong Qigong is a member of the Beggars' Sect, while those who don't think he is an imposter.

The people around were obviously afraid of Hong Qigong's identity, and not many dared to approach him. Most of them, like Xiao Se and Lei Wujie, huddled safely in the corner.

As for the more spacious backyard, there was only one person.

This person's name is Tang Lian, a disciple of Baili Dongjun, the Grand Lord of Xueyue City, and the escort of the golden coffin this time.

The reason why he was the only one in the backyard was not because he was so strong that scared these people and they dared not to make a move, but because if anyone went to the backyard at this moment, he would not only have to face Tang Lian's fingertip knife, but also have to be able to take on the people in the front hall and possibly attack together.

We haven't worked out the rules yet, and no one wants to be taken advantage of by others.

"Wow, what beautiful ones, one, two, three... four women." Lei Wujie opened his mouth wide and looked at Wu Ming and the other four who came in. Although they were still young, he still ignored Wu Ming subconsciously because of his masculine nature.

Fortunately, the people who got out of the carriage had already changed their clothes.

As for Xiao Se, his pupils dilated the moment Wu Ming and his four companions came in. This was not only because one had to pay special attention to the elderly, children, and women, especially beautiful women, when traveling in the world, but also because he recognized Wu Ming's identity.

The principles of this world are universal. The person who knows you best is always your enemy.

Wu Ming is a fierce and powerful man. As a prince of a destroyed country, Xiao Se may not know anyone, but he must know every powerful person in the Tang Dynasty court.

It's not just Wu Ming, there are also several bigwigs from the Six Gates of the imperial court, elite figures from the Bad People, including the Bad Leader and the eunuchs from the Li Jing Gate.

He must understand it and be able to recognize it at a glance.

Of course, he had a general understanding of these people, except Wu Ming. This man appeared many times in places outside Chang'an. Although he fought fewer battles, each time he fought was earth-shattering, and he never concealed himself.

Wu Ming's information is easier to obtain than others.

These rebels naturally have their own intelligence channels connecting them.

Xiao Se shrank his neck and tried to hide his head into his collar. In addition, he buried his head as low as possible, almost hiding his entire face in the shadows.

However, he soon looked up again. That’s not right. Why should I hide? The Sixth Prince of Beili is clearly named Xiao Chuhe, and my current name is clearly Xiao Se. The court has no information about me. If it did, they would have come to my door long ago. Why would they have to wait until now?