Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 1: Half a Step Out of the Door

The night was quiet, snow was flying for miles, in a dense forest, cold wind was blowing, and someone could be heard whispering.

"dead?"

"Cold Jade Gu Poison..."

"I have been looking for this poison for many years, but I never thought I would get it from a dead person... He even has a pulse. Strange... I took the poison and saved your life, but I also owed you a favor. I helped you once. I understand your thoughts."

After a few words were spoken, the cold wind blew past, and the dense forest became dead silent again.

I don't know how long it was, but suddenly a violent cough was heard, and an arm pulled the body up by grabbing the soft snow.

Zhao Wumian felt dizzy and felt pain all over his body, especially his head.

He rubbed his aching head with one hand and got up. Looking up, he saw a dense forest. Moonlight mixed with snowflakes dripped down from the gaps between the treetops. The ice and snow were frozen and there was a rustling sound. However, there was no one around and it was quiet and lonely... The scenery was nice, but the atmosphere was a bit eerie.

He was stunned. Where the hell was this?

I was clearly working overtime on New Year's Eve, but I just remember my heartbeat getting faster and faster at the end...

Zhao Wumian quickly scooped up a handful of snow and rubbed it on his face. The cold touch made him shiver. He looked up, but the surrounding scenery had not changed.

Zhao Wumian reacted and his pupils shrank, "Sudden death and time travel? I still have parents!"

Having read a lot of online novels for years, he has also fantasized about time travel, but when it really happened to him, he felt indescribable... In his previous life, he was a beast who died suddenly due to overwork. If he didn't have the golden finger, how many chapters could he have lived?

The heavy snow fell down, feeling a little cold on his face, bringing him back to his senses.

He lowered his head and looked at himself. He was covered in blood, and his clothes were so tattered that he couldn't tell what they were made of. It was obvious that he had been in a bloody battle. Was he beaten to death and his body abandoned in the wilderness?
He was starving and cold, his brain was heavy and it was difficult for him to think. He tried his best to analyze the current situation. Suddenly he realized something was wrong... He must not have traveled through time in his original body... Then what about the memories of this body?

The pain in his brain subsided unconsciously. Zhao Wumian put down his hand and saw that his palm was full of bright red... Was his head injured?

He tried to extract memories from his brain, but there were only a few words he heard in a coma, but he couldn't remember what they were.
"The fatal injury to the head also caused the original body to lose its memory, so I have no memory?"

"I was obviously killed, and after my body was left lying in the wilderness, someone must have saved my life... But now I don't even have any memories, and I don't even know who my enemy is..."

Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian became a little flustered and wanted to punch himself on the head a few times on the spot to fight poison with poison and get his memory back.

Who can be better to be reborn? Even a small errand boy in an unknown sect is better than being in this situation where you have a deep hatred for someone who has killed you but you don't know who the enemy is.

The identity of the enemy is unknown, so he was unaware that he was being ambushed when he was out in the world.

He gathered himself together, calmed himself down, pulled his legs out of the snow, and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a tearing sensation in his body like a knife or a sword stabbing. Zhao Wumian groaned and staggered towards the giant tree next to him.

Bang! Snap! Snap!

A loud noise suddenly rang out in the quiet forest, startling the birds and scattering them in an instant.

Zhao Wumian's palm hit nothing and he almost fell down. Hearing the sound, he looked at the tree that he had broken in half. His brain, which had been dull and hazy due to the severe pain, suddenly became clear.

A random press can produce such force? Is he actually a martial arts master?

Speaking of golden fingers, this might be it... Zhao Wumian felt somewhat relieved.

But unfortunately, he has no idea what martial arts he knows, and he is probably only able to rely on muscle memory to exert one-tenth or one-twelfth of his strength in actual combat.

A martial art that can't be fully utilized in exchange for an enemy... Zhao Wumian smiled bitterly and waited for the pain in his body to ease a little before he quietly left the place.

The snow was flying like foam, the moon was bright, the snow curtain was layered, and white frost hung on the branches of thousands of trees, watching the solitary visitor from another world.

Before he had taken a few steps, he saw a few burly men with bandit-like faces, holding long swords and long bows, dressed like hunters, walking cautiously on the snow. They were also startled to see Zhao Wumian with disheveled hair and a dirty face.

Zhao Wumian was slightly stunned. He didn't expect to meet a stranger so soon. What if his enemy thought he was not dead and came back to kill him... Zhao Wumian's heart tightened, and he spoke tentatively, "My dear heroes..."

He was interrupted before he could finish his words. Several men looked at each other and complained in a rough voice, also speaking Chinese.

"Where the hell are these refugees wandering around in the woods? From the noise just now, I thought some game had arrived..."

"It's almost night time. Damn it, I'm sure I won't be able to get any meat today."

"It's better to go down the mountain and rob the rich to help the poor. Sometimes you can even play with a few village girls or something."

With such words and dress, it was not difficult to guess their identities. They were bandits after all. Meeting such a ruthless killer, Zhao Wumian felt slightly relieved in his heart, as long as they were not his enemies.

"Kid." The leading man cast his eyes towards Zhao Wumian, raised his steel knife, and smiled grimly, "Thank you for being in northern Shanxi. We will tie you up and sell you to Master Liu. Maybe you can still survive. If you were a man from somewhere else, he might chop you up and eat your meat!"

Zhao Wumian didn't even have time to say a word when they met. The big man in front of him raised his knife and slashed at him with murderous intent.

Zhao Wumian looked at the extremely slow steel knife in front of him, and suddenly raised his hand to chop the side of the knife.

clang!
The steel knife instantly broke into two, and the tip of the knife swung across Zhao Wumian's shoulder and suddenly stabbed into the tree trunk next to him.

At the moment of life and death, Zhao Wumian's heart trembled slightly, but his thoughts were clear, and his body was as steady as a mountain... From his perspective, the knife was so slow that he could even carefully observe the blood on the blade, and he didn't know whether it was human blood or animal blood. Obviously, it was thanks to this body with high martial arts skills.

Zhao Wumian had no idea what level he was in this world during his prime, but at least he shouldn't have to worry about his life when facing these bandits.

The gangsters stopped laughing and looked at Zhao Wumian in disbelief.

Zhao Wumian was about to make another move, but the next moment he heard a clanging sound, and a cold sword light shot out from the forest, like a butterfly among flowers, or like raindrops into a clear spring, passing between the few people like a spring breeze.

Blood foam splattered, leaving several bloody marks on the snow, and then they collapsed to the ground with a plop. Blood flowed out of their throats like springs, and they groaned in disbelief.

With one sword, several people died.

Zhao Wumian's pupils shrank slightly. It was hard for modern people to accept such a bloody scene. They felt nauseous and wanted to retch, but their strong physical fitness forced them to suppress it. They just moved their Adam's apple slightly and pretended to be calm.

The man who swung the knife at Zhao Wumian was not injured. He thought that this was also Zhao Wumian's doing. He was immediately frightened and screamed. He put away the knife and stepped back. Then he dropped the knife and tried to escape. Suddenly, blood appeared on his legs and he fell to the ground.

Looking up, he saw a figure in the snow approaching the man and squatting down. He asked something, and then blood began to flow from the man's throat again, and he died on the spot.

After questioning and killing people, the figure turned his attention to Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian was tense and on high alert.

"Are you hurt?" A slightly childish and cold voice came.

Snowflakes were falling all over the sky, and a figure was slowly walking towards Zhao Wumian through the snow curtain.

When I got closer, I could see clearly that a girl with a rosy face and wearing a floral jacket was coming with a sword. She looked young, only about 28 years old, and still childish, but with a serious look on her face, like a chivalrous female hero who happened to pass by.

It was hard to imagine that this girl, who was probably only in junior high school in her previous life, could be so decisive in killing. Zhao Wumian, who had just opened his eyes to the world, felt a sense of absurdity as if he was detached from reality.

It shouldn't be an enemy... Zhao Wumian relaxed a little, "It's okay, thank you for saving my life, lady."

The young heroine didn't take it seriously. She glanced at Zhao Wumian and frowned slightly. Seeing that he looked like a refugee, she whistled and a snow-white horse came over on the snow, with a package on the saddle.

She took out a cake from the package, her rosy face showing some hesitation. Later, she took out two more cakes and a wooden box that looked expensive. "I came out in a hurry, and I didn't bring much food with me. You are so tall, you should eat a lot. These are all. There are also cakes in this box. This is my favorite jade exquisite cake. It's delicious."

She has a cool temperament, but her behavior is warm-hearted.

She wrapped the wooden box and three cakes in silk and stuffed them into Zhao Wumian's hands. Without waiting for Zhao Wumian to reply, she mounted her horse, pointed to the south, raised her lips slightly, and two cute dimples appeared on her face. She said gently:

"If we walk in this direction for half an hour, we will reach the official road. There are border troops patrolling there. Once we reach the official road, we won't have to worry about bandits... I'm anxious to find Qinfeng Village, so I won't see you off."

Qinfeng Village should be the lair of those bandits... What are they going to Qinfeng Village for? From the looks of it, they are going to suppress the bandits.

The heavy snow mixed with the cold wind felt cold on my face, but the silk in my palms felt warm and fragrant.

Zhao Wumian's stomach growled. He was obviously not in a good condition. His body was in urgent need of energy and kept sending him signals.

He swallowed, a little hesitant. If it was poisonous... it shouldn't be. His enemy had killed him once, and now he was weaker than ever before. Naturally, there was no need to poison him again. Besides, he didn't remember his enemy, but his enemy didn't know that he had lost his memory. If they really met, they would fight directly... This little heroine obviously didn't meet the requirements.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian picked up the sesame cake and started to eat it voraciously.

The sesame cake was very dry, and Zhao Wumian, who was used to eating modern delicacies, found it difficult to swallow, but it was also very fragrant.

While eating, a thought suddenly popped up in Zhao Wumian's mind. He was robbed, but was inexplicably rescued by a passing female hero... Is this the martial arts world?
No, in most cases, there is no follow-up after being robbed.

The young heroine smiled slightly, mounted her white horse, and was about to turn around and leave, but then she glanced at the sky. It was late at night and people could only rely on the moonlight to see things. Zhao Wumian was a refugee with no martial arts skills. In the dark mountains, it was hard for him to recognize the road or even walk to the official road. Even the wolves in the mountains would probably take him away.

She paused slightly, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. She had important things to do at the moment, so how could she have the time to send a refugee out of the mountains?
At this moment, Zhao Wumian stopped her.

As a newcomer, Zhao Wumian knew nothing about this world and he urgently needed someone to tell him the background of this world... He had to figure out the military strength of this world, how the forces were divided, and whether it was cultivation or martial arts.

Otherwise, why would you seek revenge with such a confused mind?

And to be honest... a modern person, without a mobile phone positioning, would have to wander out in the dark mountains for who knows how long... weren't there many cases in the past where people went missing because they were not fully prepared and went hiking in the mountains?

"I'll help you."

"You?" The young heroine gripped the reins tightly, looking down at the refugee-like Zhao Wumian from above, with the snow curtain between them, and warned: "This is not the storyteller's script, you will die."

Zhao Wumian swallowed all the pancakes in his mouth, then bent down to find a hard stone in the snow, opened his hand to show it to the little heroine, and then flicked his finger to the side.

call out!
A sharp explosion suddenly sounded, and a long and narrow hole was pierced through the snow curtain in the sky. The stone pierced through several large trees, then collapsed into pieces and scattered in the snow.

The little heroine opened her pink lips slightly, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, and looked at Zhao Wumian, not knowing what she was thinking.

Zhao Wumian was also shocked. He thought that he could just smash the stone into the tree trunk, but he was pretending, so he had to bite the bullet and said calmly:

"In fact, I am not necessarily weaker than you."

(End of this chapter)