Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 148: The Smoke of War Rises, the Hermit Appears
On the same night when Zhao Wumian took the poison pill, Wu Ming's clothes fluttered as he used his light skills to fly in the night.

He was originally ranked tenth on the list of villains, relying on his unique lightness skill and his identity as a Rong tribe member. Later, he was squeezed to eleventh on the list of villains by Zhao Wumian. However, he was not a master who relied solely on martial arts... Since he was good at lightness skill, he should honestly take on the role of "messenger".

It is really a waste of talent for a grandmaster to do such work, but what Dong Yan does concerns the whole world. If they were not short of manpower, they would even want to let a martial arts master do this kind of errand work.

Behind Wu Ming, there was a figure hanging in the distance. It was a young man in white robes, with an indifferent face, a tall figure, and excellent lightness skills. With a slight step of his long boots, he could move forward several feet without making any sound.

This person is one of the leaders, Mei Chongyang.

Mei Chongyang was born into the Mei family in Gusu, which was one of the top families in Gusu, no worse than Su Qingqi's Su family and Pei Yuzhong's Pei family. Therefore, Mei Chongyang was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was born with wealth, natural talents, and secret skills. Naturally, he could win the Yuankui plaque.

He was the first in the sixteenth year of Jingzheng, that is, he had just won the championship last year. He was still very young, only eighteen years old this year, two years younger than Zhao Wumian. He came to Jin not to interfere in the affairs of the legitimate princess... His purpose was very pure, that is, as the eldest son of the Dali family, he came to the border to resist the Rong tribe.

When passing through Taiyuan, he heard that the King of Jin was holding a "Heroes Conference", so he signed up and became the champion. When he was receiving the reward at the King of Jin's mansion, he happened to see Wu Ming and Qin Shuzi having a secret meeting.

He knew Qin Shuzi and Wu Ming, but he couldn't understand why these two people had any contact with each other.

On one side are the retainers of the vassal king who have resisted the Rong tribe for many years, and on the other side are the Rong tribe... Wouldn't they beat each other's brains out when they meet? They actually sent letters in a friendly manner.

Mei Chongyang comes from a noble family and is no stranger to politics. Considering the recent situation in the court, he has guessed that the King of Jin has reached a dead end and may cooperate with the Rong tribe to pursue a common cause.

But after all, there is no evidence. If he accuses King Jin of colluding with foreign tribes and angers him, it will be bad if he is forced to cooperate with the Rong tribe. Therefore, Mei Chongyang plans to follow Wu Ming first to see what he is up to.

As the leader, Mei Chongyang has absolute confidence. He follows the Rong clan masters alone and intervenes in such major events concerning the country and the society. On the one hand, it is his due responsibility, and on the other hand, it is also a way to train himself.

He secretly followed Wu Ming from Taiyuan all the way to the northwest, and arrived at Piantou Pass on the border of Jin. Just when he thought that Wu Ming was going back to the grassland, he turned out to be just an ordinary disguise, and with the help of documents, he entered the city quite easily.

Mei Chongyang stopped where he was and his pupils suddenly widened. Piantou Pass was one of the three passes outside Jin and it was also the pass closest to the grassland. Once Piantou Pass was broken, the Rong tribe could march straight in, heading west to Ningwu Pass, north to Yanmen Pass, and south... To the south were small cities like Hequ and Baode, which could not withstand the Rong tribe's offensive at all.

Piantou Pass is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is located at the bend where the Yellow River flows into southern Shanxi. It is a place that military strategists must fight for. But even if it is broken, there are actually Yanmen Pass and Xuanwu Pass as backup. Its strategic significance is not as important as Yanmen Pass. Therefore, the number of troops deployed in Piantou Pass is relatively small, and the battle situation is not as tragic as that of Yanmen Pass.

But this is only relative. The total number of troops deployed by both sides here is close to 80,000, but it can still be said that every tree and grass is an enemy, and the air within ten miles is full of the smell of blood.

Such an important pass was allowed to be entered openly by Wu Ming, a member of the Rong tribe, with just written documents?
This document... couldn't have been given by the Prince of Jin, right?
Mei Chongyang's heart sank, and without hesitation, he hurried into Piantou Pass, but the pass was crowded with people and there was no trace of Wu Ming.

He approached the garrison and said hastily, "Wu Ming has entered the city, go search for him."

"This..." The defenders looked embarrassed.
"It is very difficult for ordinary soldiers like us to encircle and suppress the Rong tribe masters who have sneaked into the pass. We have to rely on the masters of the Knight Camp and the court. In fact, as long as Lord Wei in the General's Mansion is not assassinated, it will be fine. In fact, in the grassland, there are masters of our dynasty who sneak into the rear. It is normal for both sides to fight. Mr. Mei, don't be surprised. If you are really interested, you might as well go to the Knight Camp to find a job. With your status, no one will make things difficult for you."

The defenders' words made sense. Mei Chongyang left silently and stood at the city gate for a moment. He felt full of doubts in his heart. To be on the safe side, he wrote a letter to the Mei family, describing his experiences and speculations in detail.

Especially the matter of King Jin being suspected of colluding with the Rong tribe.

The Mei family also has officials in the court. I hope that after the court learns about this, they can make preparations in advance.

Thinking of this, Mei Chongyang rubbed his brows and sighed. What are you preparing for? Now there is not even an emperor. If the King of Jin really colluded with the Rong people, I am afraid that the world will really be in chaos.

Thinking of this, he began to feel a little hesitant. This matter involved too many things and it was really not something that a mere eldest son of the Mei family could get involved in.

Mei Chongyang stood in the snow and tilted his head to look. It was now night and the Rong tribe's offensive had eased. It was a rare moment of truce, but even so, the city was filled with the sound of "crackling" of iron hammering. From time to time, common people pushed carts carrying fruits, meat and other food to the firemen in front of the city wall.

There were also a steady stream of horse-drawn carriages at the city gate, which were the food and fodder sent from the rear.

It has been nearly four months since the Rong tribe closed the pass in late autumn. The people of Piantou Pass have probably gotten used to this 'wartime state'.

Mei Chongyang silently withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and headed towards the city.

The original purpose of his trip was to resist the Rong tribe, and he originally planned to go to Yanmen Pass, but Piantou Pass would naturally be an option.

The houses in the mountains are dimly lit.

Zhao Wumian took off his shirt and lay on the bed he had just made. His back was covered with silver needles and a blanket that had been exposed to the sun all day was spread under him.

The purple-clothed woman put away the needle bag and felt his pulse through her handkerchief. After a while, she nodded with satisfaction, "He has absorbed well. When he wakes up, I estimate that I can find three more poisons of the King of Gu and mix them into poison pills. Then he can cultivate his innate all-poison body. By then, anyone who touches his blood will die. Even the martial arts master will be afraid of him. He is not afraid of any poison and can practice this mental method of mine."

The little white snake coiled on the wooden table, swaying with its mouth wide open.

The purple-clothed woman laughed dumbly, "You can't drink his blood now. If you drink it again, he will be sucked dry by you."

"Hissssss~"

"You go to sleep. I need to check his pulse in real time. From zero to one is the most difficult step. There is no room for error."

"hiss~"

"When I die, he will be your master, and only he can be your master. Chaoyan is my disciple, and he must have a close relationship with Chaoyan. In this way, it is not considered as passing it on to an outsider." The purple-clothed woman propped up her face and closed her eyes, as if she was dozing, with a calm voice.

"Hiss."

"Really?" The purple-clothed woman opened her eyes, revealing a bit of helplessness and tenderness in them. "Then you continue to think of a solution."

At night, the woman in purple did not rest. She sat beside Zhao Wumian's bed, taking his pulse from time to time and adjusting the position of the silver needles.

As the night went on, seeing that Zhao Wumian's physical condition was becoming more stable, she hesitated for a moment and took out a handkerchief from her bosom.

The handkerchief was dark purple with a plum blossom embroidered on it in red thread.

The woman in purple gently stroked the plum blossoms on the handkerchief with her fingertips, with a complicated expression.

This plum blossom is one of the Nine Bells, the Red Silk of Naraku, that is pursued and desired by everyone in the martial arts world and even attracts the Gun King and the Master of the Honwo Hall to come here to fight for it.

That day, after she saved Zhao Wumian's life, she went away on her own. However, there were traces of Zhao Wumian running all the way on the snow. Even though most of the traces had been buried by the snow, the woman in purple still followed the traces out of her keen intuition and came to an open space.

The open space was covered with snow and there was nothing unusual, but the woman in purple was no rookie. She used the poisonous insect to search around and finally dug out a tattered dragon robe that was buried deep underground by Zhao Wumian.

The dragon robe had obviously been blessed by the "Sealing World Sheath" of Wugong Mountain, so with it, Naraku Hongsi was actually not a threat. However, Zhao Wumian had brought it all the way to this place, and it was in tatters, and its effectiveness was greatly reduced.
Naraku's red silk began to emit a little breath spontaneously, causing most of her poisonous insects to die of old age. Fortunately, the purple-clothed woman had a lot of treasures on her, including some silk and satin that had been blessed at Wugong Mountain, so she obtained this object without any danger and sewed it into the silk... which is this handkerchief.

This month, she studied this thing day and night, and concocted many poisonous insects related to the Naraku Red Silk. Her original intention was to concoct a poison that was no less effective than the Hanyu Gu to help Caicai get through her childhood.

The poison pill given to Zhao Wumian came from here. The materials she had on hand were only enough to make this one pill, but she didn't dare to give it to Caicai. After all, the little white snake was only in its infancy and might not be able to withstand such a strong medicine.

But now that Zhao Wumian has arrived and helped him develop the innate five-poison body, he has been sucking his blood stage by stage, which is actually smoother and safer for Caicai's growth.

Now that Zhao Wumian has found this place, he must have guessed that the Naraku Red Silk is in her possession, but he never mentioned it to her.

The woman in purple was also hesitating whether to return the item to him.

It is reasonable to return the property to its original owner, but she is not a kind-hearted, chivalrous heroine. She lost more than half of her precious poisonous insects and spent years of hard work to obtain the Nine Bells. Is she just going to return them to Zhao Wumian like this?
What a joke! Wouldn’t her poisonous insect have died in vain?
Moreover, she can use the characteristics of Naraku's red silk to speed up the flow of time, that is, to speed up the growth of poisonous insects and plants, natural treasures, etc.

For ordinary warriors, the side effects of the Naraku Red Silk in improving combat power are too great.

But for her, this is the nine bells that suit her best.

What she gained in this month alone was equal to what she accumulated in a whole year.

Just as the purple-clothed woman was hesitating, she heard a faint sound of a sword. The lights in the house were suddenly blown out by a strong wind, and she saw a pure white sword was placed at her neck without her knowing.

The purple-clothed woman came back to her senses and looked in surprise, only to see that Mu Lier had been standing beside her at some point. Her long hair was not tied up, but casually draped over her waist. The moonlight shone through the window paper onto her body, making her look like a Silver Moon Fairy.

She held a sword in one hand, her mature and beautiful face was extremely cold, "Witch, what did you do to my disciple!?"

As soon as Mu Lier woke up, she saw Zhao Wumian, Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu who were unconscious, and she became extremely alert.

The purple-clothed woman looked a little incredulous, "You woke up in one day. What's wrong with you?"

The sword was a little closer to the neck of the woman in purple, and blood beads were faintly visible on her fair skin.

"I am the one asking you this question, witch!"

The purple-clothed woman snorted lightly, not afraid at all, and smiled slightly, "You can kill me, but by then, your disciple will be neither alive nor dead... The innate poison body cannot be stopped, and he must take poison pills every once in a while."

Mu Lier frowned tightly, "Innate All-Poison Body? The legendary physique of Guixuan Valley? A hundred years ago, Jiang Wensong, the master of Guixuan Valley, created the Cold Jade Gu, and it seemed that it was for this reason, but it killed hundreds of people instead."

"You know quite a lot." The purple-clothed woman glanced at Mu Li'er, then said calmly: "Put down the sword. Look at the appearance of your disciple. Did he seem to be forced by me?"

"That may not be the case." Mu Li'er did not trust the purple-clothed woman easily, her face remained cold, "Tell me what happened, truthfully."

"I am Chaoyan's master. The four of you entered this place by mistake. Only Zhao Wumian was not knocked unconscious by the poison I spread outside the house. He wanted to wait for you to wake up before leaving together. During this time, he lived with me."

"Living with you during this period?" Mu Lier looked up and down at the purple-clothed woman, focusing on her bulging breasts. "Seducing my disciple?"

The purple-clothed woman rolled her eyes and said, "I don't know who is so slutty that he kept rubbing against your disciple and even used his hands to relieve himself."

Mu Li'er was slightly stunned, and then suddenly became annoyed. She had obviously realized that the "cave romance" was just a dream, but in a daze, she could indeed feel that she was rubbing against Zhao Wumian at that time.

"Why did I suddenly have such a so-called erotic dream? It must be the work of you, a witch!"

"Not bad, I gave you an aphrodisiac." The woman in purple said with a smile.

Mu Lier's breath was choked, she gritted her teeth, then instantly raised the scabbard and started wrestling with the woman in purple.

If the innate poisonous body is true, then Zhao Wumian really cannot leave this woman. This evil woman cannot be killed... but if she can't be killed, can she also not be beaten?
Mu Lier was indeed an experienced woman in the martial arts world. She knew that the woman in purple could use poison, so she didn't dare to have any physical contact with her.

clap clap-

The scabbard hit the waist and forearm, and the crisp sound spread throughout the house.

The purple-clothed woman felt pain and was also annoyed, so she slapped him with her palm, using an extremely mysterious technique.

Mu Lier recognized that this was Gui Xuan Gu's palm technique, and she became more convinced of her identity.

But the anger cannot be dissipated and the thoughts cannot be clear.

Even without using poison, the purple-clothed woman was no match for Mu Lier. After a dozen moves, Mu Lier used her scabbard to pin her against the wooden table, with her upper body lying on the table with her buttocks raised, which was a bit indecent.

Mu Lier panted slightly, her face slightly flushed, "If you call me auntie three times and hand over the Naraku Red Silk, I will let you go!"

"How do you know I have the Naraku Red Silk?" Even though the purple-clothed woman was restrained, her eyes were extremely indifferent and she didn't seem afraid at all.

"If it weren't for Naraku Hongsi, how could I have had that kind of dream?"

Snapped--

Mu Lier took the scabbard of the Wuhen Sword with her backhand and slapped the purple-clothed woman's buttocks hard. Even though Mu Lier was also a woman, her eyes couldn't help but twitch.

The purple-clothed woman felt pain again, but she said mercilessly, "According to Naraku Hongsi's deduction, you really can't make a choice, but Naraku Hongsi's deduction is not illogical. Doesn't this prove that master-disciple love is also a possibility in the future? You are in a hurry to deny it now, and you are taking it out on me, but you are just guilty..."

Snapped--

"So what? I'm just taking it out on you, what can you do to me?"

The purple-clothed woman seemed to feel that it was not very kind of her to give the other person's master an aphrodisiac, so she did not use any poison to counter it. She just pursed her pink lips tightly, said nothing, turned her head and looked at Mu Lier with contempt in her eyes.

"Hey~ pretty stubborn!"

Bang bang bang————

"When Chaoyan becomes the emperor, you will be beating up the imperial teacher! She will chop off your head!"

"Emperor Master? Zhao Wumian is my disciple. When I let him get on Luo Chaoyan's dragon bed, I wonder if Luo Chaoyan dares to touch me then."

"Vile and despicable!"

"You don't need to be a witch using aphrodisiacs to say this."

Mu Lier beat up the woman in purple for a while, but she just wouldn't let go, and instead made Mu Lier very tired.

She sat down on the chair, breathing slowly. After resting for a while, she took out her wine gourd from her waist, opened the cork, and gulped down a big gulp of wine.

The purple-clothed woman rubbed her aching buttocks, and glared at the little white snake hiding in the corner, almost frightened to death, while muttering, "A thief is guilty as a thief. A teacher who has evil thoughts about his disciple is not worthy of being a teacher."

Mu Li'er ignored her and drank half a pot of wine. She was a little tipsy, with a blush on her pretty face. She sighed softly, "What you said is true. In the final analysis, it was me who failed to control my heart. Even if the memory was deduced by Naraku Hongsi, my instinctive actions cannot be faked."

The purple-clothed woman curled her lips and didn't want to pay attention to Mu Li'er. Mu Li'er continued to talk to herself: "If I were in his shoes, if the dream situation really happened, I would not choose the same way as in the dream."

Mu Lier looked at Zhao Wumian's profile with a complicated look in her eyes, and then she smiled carefreely, "If I really disregard ethics, I would be the one to put pressure on him first, instead of just accepting it like an unmarried girl."

"Sexy."

Snapped----

"You!" The woman in purple glared at Mu Lier.

Mu Lier calmly put the sword back into the scabbard, raised her head and took a sip of wine, and asked: "Did he ask you about the whereabouts of Naraku Hongsi?"

The purple-clothed woman snorted coldly, "No."

"Really?" Mu Lier was silent for a moment, then shook her head slightly, "Let him decide on the matter of Jiu Zhong. I won't say anything more."

Mu Lier drank the last sip of wine in the gourd, tilted her head and looked towards the east. The sky was getting white and it was almost dawn.

She looked at Zhao Wumian again, thought for a moment, then stood up and flicked the corner of her clothes, "I'll leave first. If I continue to disappear, I guess the Sword Sect will send people to search the mountain."

The purple-clothed woman said disdainfully: "To put it bluntly, I don't dare to see him. What excuses are you looking for?"

After saying that, she took a few steps back, looked at Mu Lier warily, and covered her buttocks.

Mu Lier put the sword on her waist, looked at her with a squint, and then said lightly: "Take off your pants."

"Hmm?" The woman in purple was slightly stunned.

Mu Lier didn't answer, but pounced on him with bared fangs and claws.

"You! What do you want to do!?"

"My pants are soaked in a large area, and my disciple was too embarrassed to change them for me. Now they are dry and uncomfortable to wear."

"Then why did you steal my pants?!"

"My pleasure."

When it was bright, Mu Lier put on a pair of clean, fragrant trousers, straightened the hem of her white robe, and walked away, looking so elegant.

The woman in purple was kneeling on the ground, her skirt lifted up to her waist, leaving only a pair of tight thin pants on her lower body. The fabric was tightly attached to her leg skin, showing how fair and delicate her skin was, and even a faint shadow could be seen.

"Bandit! You'll be in trouble next time we meet..." The purple-clothed woman gritted her teeth, and then she heard some noise beside her. Her indifferent face suddenly became panicked. Seeing that Zhao Wumian was about to wake up, she quickly stood up and covered her thin pants with her skirt, patted the dust off her collar, and pretended to be nothing had happened.

When Zhao Wumian opened his eyes, he saw a woman in purple standing in front of him, looking down at him with a calm expression, except that her hair and clothes were a little messy.

Zhao Wumian was slightly startled, and looked her up and down, "Did you... fall while walking?"

“Stop talking so much nonsense.” The purple-clothed woman held up her skirt and prepared to sit down next to him, but her buttocks suddenly bounced up as soon as they touched the bed.

Zhao Wumian:?

"You are too dirty. I have a mysophobia." The purple-clothed woman said lightly, bending down and feeling his pulse through her handkerchief. She frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, raised her hand and pulled out the silver needle, saying:
"The progress is better than I thought. I originally thought that after taking this pill, you would need at least four more poisons that are not weaker than the Cold Jade Gu, but now it seems that you only need three more."

Zhao Wumian rubbed his shoulders, but first looked at Su Qingqi and the other three girls... Now only Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu were left.

The sword hanging on the wall also disappeared.

Zhao Wumian understood immediately and looked at the purple-clothed woman's perky buttocks. "Being taught a lesson by the master..."

Before she finished speaking, the purple-clothed woman suddenly raised her hand and touched the back of Zhao Wumian's hand, looking a little annoyed, "Stop talking!"

"Wuwuwu..." Zhao Wumian collapsed on the bed again.

"Hmph." The purple-clothed woman took out a pen and paper, pondered for a moment, then bent over and wrote something, and then gestured to Zhao Wumian who was paralyzed in bed: "Jiuli Gu, Tianxuan Dust, and Long Liaoxue, only these three are missing to complete the task."

"Woooooooo..."

"Cai Cai."

The little white snake climbed up Zhao Wumian's forearm again.

Zhao Wumian regained his freedom, and thought to himself that even if it was just to avoid being poisoned by this woman in the future, he had to find these three things.

"Aren't you looking for poison? What are those two things at the back?"

"I have most of the poisons. Poison is just a component of the poison pill. It's not that easy to cure the innate poison body." The purple-clothed woman shook her head slightly, "You should find the first two first. The last one, 'Dragon Burning Blood'..."

She hesitated for a moment before she said, "This is the last ingredient for the Innate Ten Thousand Poison Body. It won't be too late to look for it later. I know where it is. Just give it to me."

"Where are the first two?"

“I’m not sure.” The purple-clothed woman pondered for a moment, her voice indifferent and light, “I have traveled the world for many years, looking for the ingredients for the Innate All-Poison Body. Now I only need the first two. When Chaoyan becomes the empress, you can use the power of the court to look for it. Be active. If you can’t find it, you will die.”

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly, stood up and stretched his body, "Master is awake, then Miss Su and Senior Sister should be awake soon, right?"

The woman in purple was slightly stunned, thinking that it was indeed the case, and she estimated that the two of them would wake up at night.

But before she could finish her words, she said, "Who knows? People's physiques are different. I didn't expect that the bandit Mu Lier would wake up in one day."

Zhao Wumian smiled slightly, not knowing whether he could see through the purple-clothed woman's intentions.

He got up and boiled some water. After washing up, he wiped Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu's faces with a hot towel, went to the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge, ate breakfast, then picked up his sword and went outside.

The purple-clothed woman peeked out of the window and saw Zhao Wumian huffing and puffing at carpentry work again.

She shouted, "What else do you want to make?"

"Just do it casually. I have nothing to do anyway." Zhao Wumian replied without looking back.

The woman in purple curled her lips. Even if it was a wooden hairpin, it was not made for her. Why should she care?
Having said that, she still leaned on the windowsill and tilted her head to look at him.

There was a fine snowfall from the sky, and when the wind blew, the snowflakes rushed into the house one after another.

While chopping wood, Zhao Wumian asked, "How long do you plan to stay here?"

"A lot of my poisonous insects died, and I'm currently in the process of re-cultivating them. It will take at least another month."

"one person?"

"one person."

"Are you really not lonely?"

"I'm not lonely... and what does it have to do with you whether I'm lonely or not?" The purple-clothed woman gently held up her black hair that fell on the side of her face with her small hands.

"It's not safe for a girl to live alone in the wilderness."

The purple-clothed woman glanced at him sideways, and then looked away after a moment. "It's none of your business if I die. I will find a place to die peacefully, just like you ran to this mountain alone when you were infected with the cold jade Gu."

Zhao Wumian glanced at her and then smiled: "You just want me to save you like you saved me."

"Narcissism." The woman in purple didn't want to talk more about this topic and withdrew from the window.

But not long after, she leaned out her upper body again and threw two porcelain bottles at Zhao Wumian, "The black one is the poison pill, take one every three days. The white one is the Jade Dragon Pill, the best internal injury pill in the world. There are nine pills in the bottle, use them sparingly."

"So nice to me?"

"Just for Chaoyan's sake."

The purple-clothed woman said this calmly and leaned back.

From time to time, she walked out of the house, changing into a clean, intricately crafted purple dress that showed off her figure.

"Why change clothes?"

"The original clothes were soiled by your master." The purple-clothed woman said briefly to Zhao Wumian and went to the kitchen. Soon, the smell of meat wafted from the kitchen.

Zhao Wumian smiled again.

Until the afternoon, Zhao Wumian made another recliner.

He collected the tiger skin that had been drying in the sun, smelled it and found no peculiar smell, so he spread it on the recliner and then lay on his back.

The recliner creaked and swayed in the snow, and the snow curtain fell from the sky, feeling so uncomfortable.

The purple-clothed woman stood in front of the door and looked at him, her eyebrows slightly frowned, "Why are you doing this?"

"It's for you to use. There's nothing in the room." Zhao Wumian stood up and patted the tiger skin on the recliner. "Come and try sitting on it?"

The woman in purple was silent for a while, then she walked slowly to the recliner with her hands behind her back, glanced at Zhao Wumian, hesitated for a moment, held her skirt, and lay down on the chair.

Zhao Wumian was rocking the chair for her, "Are you comfortable?"

"Not bad, your skills are good. When Chaoyan becomes the empress, ask her to appoint you as the royal carpenter in the palace." The woman in purple closed her eyes, and her usually indifferent expression became slightly comfortable.

Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "Does your butt hurt anymore?"

"If you can't speak, don't speak."

"Aren't you a germaphobe? Why are you lying where I was lying?"

The purple-clothed woman stood up with her hands behind her back, and angrily returned to the house. Just as she was about to slam the door, she found that Zhao Wumian hadn't done it yet, so she turned back and angrily said, "Where is this lady's door!?"

"Forget it, forget it, I'll do it right away." Zhao Wumian laughed.

After the woman in purple returned to the house, he moved the wooden boards, found a big locust tree close to the house, and built a swing.

The woman in purple stood at the window and looked at him. She pursed her pink lips and stared at his back, wondering what she was thinking.

After Zhao Wumian had set up the swing, he waved at her again, "Come and try it."

The purple-clothed woman left the house and stood in front of the swing, looking up at the tall locust tree. She no longer asked Zhao Wumian why he made this thing, but just asked, "Will it be unstable?"

"If you're not stable, you'll fall flat on your face..."

The purple-clad woman glared at him.

Zhao Wumian coughed lightly and patted the wooden board. "Try it? I'll push it for you."

"I'm not a child..." Having said that, the purple-clothed woman still held up her skirt and sat down on the swing, stepping on the snow with her feet and exerting a little force.

Zhao Wumian smiled slightly, but before he pushed the ball, he saw a wisp of black smoke rising in the northwest sky.

The sky was clear and the snow was like a canvas, and the black smoke was splashed on the sky like dirty water.

Zhao Wumian's face changed, "Wolf smoke..."

The purple-clothed woman was slightly stunned when she saw the wolf smoke. "This direction is Piantou Pass... But Piantou Pass is already at war with the Rong tribe, how could there be a wolf smoke for no reason..."

Generally, smoke signals are only used when war breaks out to send warnings.

But the Rong tribe was already guarding the pass, and everyone knew there was a war going on there, so why would they raise a signal smoke signal?
Before she finished speaking, her expression showed some surprise.

Zhao Wumian said in a deep voice:

"The Piantou Pass...is broken."

(End of this chapter)