Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 167 New Year’s Eve
There was a curtain drawn in front of the couch.

The setting sun passed through the window, and through the transparent curtain, the figure of a person inside the curtain could be vaguely seen.

The man was sitting cross-legged on the couch, holding a woman in his arms. The woman had her hands on the man's shoulders, and the two of them were pressed tightly together... It was roughly this posture, but neither of them was moving at the moment.

The two men closed their eyes and let the yin and yang energies circulate throughout their bodies, healing Zhao Wumian's internal and external injuries and also improving Su Qingqi's internal and external skills.

In this world, there are only a handful of people who have achieved the unity of man and nature. After practicing dual cultivation for several rounds, Su Qingqi must have felt something in her heart.

But after a short while of comprehending, she suddenly frowned and trembled. She couldn't help but raise her eyes and breathe in the fragrance, "It's been a long time... Why, why don't you go down?"

"How are you?"

"Then what happened to you before..."

"When you were in Taiyuan, you had to take advantage of the gaps between investigations. You didn't have that much time. After leaving Taiyuan, you were always outside and couldn't find any opportunities. Now it's rare to have half a day off..."

"You're free for half a day and you're bullying me for half a day?"

Zhao Wumian buried his face in Su Qingqi's snow-white neck, "I spent most of the time practicing dual cultivation and healing. It was really a bully... Actually, it didn't take long."

As Zhao Wumian said this, he was actually also contemplating his own martial arts. Through dual cultivation, he completely absorbed the medicinal power of the Cold Jade Gu into his body. Although his Qi and blood had stabilized, it penetrated deeply into his bone marrow and key points throughout his body, nourishing his muscles and bones, and turning into internal breath. Both his internal and external powers were full of vitality.

Whether it is actual combat or fighting in bed, one can feel that the control over the strength in various parts of the body is more delicate and easy to handle. Even the flow of internal energy during dual cultivation is smoother and not a single point is wasted.

If before the internal energy was 100%, the effect was 100%, now it can be 200% effective... and the utilization efficiency is better.

It is also more in line with the 'endless' behind the bridge connecting heaven and earth.

As for the five senses, Zhao Wumian could only now clearly feel Master Su's...

The crisscross pattern, the winding and undulating pattern, the details are as if reflected in the heart, without a single mistake...

With clear five senses, one's insight into the battle situation will naturally be stronger, and it will be easier to counter the opponent's moves.

Only then did Zhao Wumian understand why the gap between Wu Kui and ordinary warriors was so huge, even though they were all human beings... Let alone Wu Kui, even Zhao Wumian could easily beat two Guishou Taoist priests at this moment.

It has nothing to do with martial arts, it's purely a matter of numerical crushing.

He currently feels that he may not be a match for Wu Kui, but he can still fight with them... Zhao Wumian also doesn't know whether all those who have achieved the unity of man and nature are the same as him.

Is the cold jade Gu too potent? If so, I'd better ask Miss Purple for some poison pills to try.

All things in the world are furnaces and cauldrons, but only the best ones win my heart.

And Naraku Hongsi's "method of backtracking"... Zhao Wumian raised his hand and rummaged around on the couch before he found the handkerchief at the end of the bed.

This movement was a bit too big, causing Su Qingqi to frown. She rested her chin on Zhao Wumian's shoulder, breathing like orchids, looking sideways at the handkerchief, blinking, and then said in a faint tone, "Is this the token of love that the purple-clothed lady gave you?"

"It's not an engagement, but the token of love is real." Zhao Wumian laughed.

"dare you laugh?"

Zhao Wumian shut up.

"What are you going to do with it now?"

"Think more about Naraku Red Silk..."

"You're thinking about this again in bed?"

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but smile again, concentrating on playing with her. Su Qingqi thought he bullied her and didn't understand her. Now that he had time to practice, she felt that Zhao Wumian was absent-minded and was a little angry.

So cute.

Seeing Zhao Wumian still smiling, Su Qingqi suddenly became even angrier. She wanted to get up, but the slightest movement made her whimper. She had no strength left. She could only continue to rest her chin on Zhao Wumian's shoulder and bit his shoulder before turning her head away. "Is there anything you need to comprehend?"

"The use of backtracking is a bit invincible. If I can use it at will, then wouldn't I be invincible when fighting with others? He stabbed me with a sword, and I immediately 'backtracked', and the wound recovered as before, and there was not even a scar when I touched it." As he said, Zhao Wumian took Su Qingqi's small hand with one hand and pressed it against his chest and abdominal muscles.

Su Qingqi's face was red. Although she had done everything, she was too embarrassed to touch anything randomly and just put her little hand on it obediently.

She looked away, "That's not good?"

"It's not bad, it's just wrong. The law of conservation of energy..." Zhao Wumian paused for a moment, thinking that Su Qingqi didn't understand what he was saying, so he continued, "When deducing, I need to use my internal breath, and the demand is huge. Now I use my internal breath to use 'retrospection'. If it wants to trace back my 'internal breath' as ​​well, then wouldn't I become a Dali perpetual motion machine?"

After that, he said uncertainly:
"When I used it before, my internal energy was drained out on the spot, and my Dantian was almost sucked dry. However, the person I was tracing back was Wudamu, not me, so I don't know if I can trace back my own internal energy."

The situation was so critical at the time that Zhao Wumian wasn't quite sure whether it had traced back to him.

"Perpetual motion machine?" Su Qingqi tilted her face. She really didn't understand, but the principle was very simple. She frowned and pondered, "It's normal that the Nine Bells are so mysterious and have such a powerful ability, right?"

“No matter how mysterious it is, it is just energy. As long as it is energy, it cannot be inexhaustible... I will try it now.” Zhao Wumian took the dragon-patterned green jade pendant again, closed his eyes, and concentrated on comprehending the red silk of Naraku.

Looking back and deducing, completely opposite effects appear on one of the nine bells. It's a bit against the will of heaven, but since the red silk of Naraku itself is the 'Way of Time', it's also normal.

Zhao Wumian recalled the feeling when he was fighting with Wudamu, and then he remembered something and put his arms around Su Qingqi's slender waist.

puff--

Water splashes.

"Well..." Su Qingqi's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, "What are you doing?"

"Don't touch me yet, or I'll have no place to cry if I give you a 'retrospect' later."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to forget every memory of your time with me."

Su Qingqi couldn't help but smile, and then gave him an emotional look, stretched out her hand to tidy up the black hair that was leaning down behind her, and then looked at Zhao Wumian with a little nervousness.

But Zhao Wumian suddenly opened his eyes, his skin turned slightly red, and he began to breathe heavily.

Su Qingqi's heart suddenly tightened, "What's wrong?"

"It's really not the law of energy conservation. It needs internal energy to support it. I only used it a little bit, and now I only have 10% of my internal energy left... and now..." Zhao Wumian gasped, his chest beating like a drum, looking at Su Qingqi, with some unbearable impulse in his eyes, but he still endured and answered:

"When deducing, I can adjust the deduction object at will. When accelerating, it is accelerated by more than 50%. The common point is that they all need internal energy. Now it seems that the method of backtracking is no exception. Therefore, it generally has two conditions. One is internal energy, and the other is uncontrollable..."

"The internal energy is easy to solve. All you need to do is connect the bridge between heaven and earth. The internal energy will be endless and you can use it at will." Su Qingqi nodded her chin and pondered for a while, then tilted her face cutely, "What do you mean by uncontrollable?"

"I originally only wanted to go back half an hour, but who knew he went back to this morning... The medicinal power that had been absorbed is now filling up the body again..." Zhao Wumian was speechless and nodded his forehead, "And now he's a little drunk, so his double cultivation was in vain."

Su Qingqi looked at Zhao Wumian's face, then cast her eyes downwards, raised her eyebrows, and a scary look appeared in her almond-shaped eyes. She couldn't help but move her butt backwards, and said in a surprised tone, "Come again!?"

Zhao Wumian came forward and exhaled a breath of alcohol.
"The method of retracing is definitely not that simple. Retracing time and retracing body parts are both worth mentioning... For example, I lost my memory because I retraced my memory before. Once I get more proficient, I will definitely be able to retrace the injury alone."

Su Qingqiyu leaned against the edge of the couch. Seeing Zhao Wumian getting closer, she couldn't help but put her hands on Zhao Wumian's chest. She turned her face away and said angrily, "I think you want to just go back to that thing in the future, right?"

"If it's possible, then that's fine... Although my physical state has gone back to the past, my memory hasn't changed..." Zhao Wumian couldn't help but bury his face in Su Qingqi's flat belly, mumbling:

"And I discovered that, looking back at time and location, although I can't control it at the moment, energy is undoubtedly conserved...

The internal energy I consumed is the part that increased after I digested the medicinal power plus the part that mobilized the red thread of Naraku. The majority is these two parts, but there are also some miscellaneous consumption, but it is basically nothing... If I want to use this to heal injuries in actual combat in the future, I will definitely need to consume an equal amount of internal energy... It is rigorous. "

"If you want to be rigorous, you can let me hold the dragon-patterned jade pendant and use the backtracking method on me..."

"No, you can't take any risks. What if the dragon-patterned jade pendant is useless to you? The time of the reversal is uncontrollable. What if it goes back to the time when you first met me and you were full of wariness and hostility towards me?" Zhao Wumian was determined.

Just be the guinea pig yourself, and don't involve Miss Su.

Su Qingqi couldn't help but laugh, and then her body suddenly tensed up, "You can say whatever you want... Don't, don't stretch..."

"I'll do more double cultivation this time...I won't bully you..."

After a moment, Su Qingqi looked at the ceiling with dull eyes again.

She began to wonder if she had been too defensive towards Luo Xiangzhu... How nice it would be if she had a companion at this moment to share the burden with... Oh, no, Luo Xiangzhu's martial arts skills were not very good, and even if they really went to bed, she would definitely not last more than three times.

Then Luo Chaoyan definitely can’t do it either.

Both sisters are weak.

Then the nun Guan Yunshu is more suitable...

Should I find an opportunity to make the nun break her vows?

But how can I take the initiative to find a lover for my man?

She wasn't training the 'Green Hua Sword'...

After nightfall, the evening breeze blows gently, stirring up the snow and mist, which lightly hit the window paper, making a slight "pa pa" sound.

Whoosh————Bang————

The fireworks slid across the sky, and the sound of the final explosion suddenly reached the room.

Zhao Wumian opened his eyes, drew aside the curtain, and tilted his head to look. The orange-red color of the fireworks filtered through the window paper and poured into the room one after another.

Fireworks? Zhao Wumian looked puzzled.

Su Qingqi lay on Zhao Wumian, her little face resting on his chest. She had been tormented quite a bit and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Wumian pushed Su Qingqi and said, "Miss Su, why are people setting off fireworks? The King of Jin just died, and the people in the city hate him so much? It doesn't seem possible."

"...Hmm?" Su Qingqi glanced out the window sleepily, then closed her eyes again, resting her head on Zhao Wumian's chest, finding a more comfortable position, and muttered in a dreamy voice:
"It's New Year's Eve... No matter what's going on outside, we still have to live our lives. Let's set off fireworks to dispel the depression of King Jin after his death for his country, or take this opportunity to pay tribute to him... There are so many reasons..."

As Su Qingqi spoke, the breath she exhaled brushed against her chest, warm and moist.

New Year’s Eve, so tomorrow is the end of the year... Zhao Wumian was busy with business along the way and didn’t pay much attention to the festival.

Hearing this, Zhao Wumian looked out the window and was silent for a moment. Then he gently stroked Su Qingqi's hair, stood up carefully, picked up the pink and white bellyband embroidered with peach blossoms and put it on Su Qingqi.

Su Qingqi opened her eyes and glanced at Zhao Wumian, but she didn't even have the strength to speak, so she rested her head on his shoulder and let him go.

After Zhao Wumian helped the two of them put on their clothes, he held Su Qingqi horizontally in his arms, kicked a bench with one foot, kicked the bench to the opposite side of the window, sat down, raised his hand and waved it lightly, using the "Dragon Catching Skill" he had just learned.

Snapped--

The windows were wide open, and snowflakes mixed with the chill of deep winter rushed into the house, along with the colors of fireworks.

"Ms. Su, look."

Zhao Wumian pushed Su Qingqi again.

Su Qingqi sat on Zhao Wumian's lap, her head resting on his shoulder, and looked out the window with her eyes slightly opened with difficulty.

The location of the Jianzong branch is very good. At first glance, thin snowflakes are falling one by one, and the stars in the night sky can be vaguely seen. From time to time, fireworks rush into the night sky, turning the surrounding snowflakes red.

Through the low wall, you can vaguely see the lights on the restaurants, teahouses and observatories outside the branch.

Su Qingqi looked out the window without saying a word. She leaned on Zhao Wumian's shoulder, her beautiful eyes reflecting the lights. After a moment, she slowly said, "It's the end of the year. Mother can only have the reunion dinner with my eldest brother tonight."

Her tone was not sentimental, but it made people feel depressed. "Miss Su always spent the New Year in the capital?"

"Well... because my father and grandfather's graves are both in the capital."

After that, the two of them said nothing more.

Given their identities, it is normal that they cannot go home during the New Year.

But having said that, I still feel sad...Everyone wants to have a good New Year.

Su Qingqi buried her face in Zhao Wumian's shoulder and complained softly, "You knew that I was so sleepy because of you... but you still asked me to get up to watch the fireworks, which reminded me of my mother and made me even sadder."

"Princess, nun, master, princess... none of them have a relationship as close as you and I, so I just want to watch the fireworks with you on New Year's Eve." Zhao Wumian put his arm around Su Qingqi's slender waist.

Su Qingqi's buttocks pressed against his legs, which was enough to make one's heart flutter, but he had no other thoughts at the moment.

Su Qingqi twisted her little face and glanced at Zhao Wumian sideways, then opened her pink lips, bit Zhao Wumian's shoulder, then moved forward and kissed Zhao Wumian on the cheek.

Zhao Wumian was slightly surprised, "This is the first time you kissed me."

In the past, Su Qingqi was always submissive and half-hearted, but this was indeed the first time for her to take the initiative and kiss Zhao Wumian.

Su Qingqi kissed Zhao Wumian and buried her face in his shoulder, mumbling, "Princess, nun, master, princess... You have so many good women around you, but now you are entangled with me... Do you regret not choosing them?"

Zhao Wumian thought for a moment and said, "Why should I regret it? After I enter the capital, I want to marry you."

Su Qingqi was slightly stunned, then glanced at Zhao Wumian, "You haven't recovered your memory yet... What if you actually have a wife?"

Zhao Wumian recalled that if he really had a wife and family, there would be no movement in the past month. He guessed that there was no wife, but he was still a little curious and asked, "Even if there was, would you still care about them?"

"It's not for their sake, it's for you." Su Qingqi said seriously: "A gentleman should be polite when making an appointment. Your virtue is much more important than a promise to me."

The weight of Su Qingqi's words is heavier than anything else.

Zhao Wumian said no more and continued to look out the window while holding Su Qingqi.

Su Qingqi also opened her eyes and watched with him.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure appeared in front of the window. Mu Lier was still wearing the white fox fur coat, but she had replaced the hairpin with a red silk one, which added a bit of New Year's Eve joy.

She tapped the window lightly with the back of her hand, then nodded at Zhao Wumian and threw out two red bags, "Red envelopes for both of you."

Zhao Wumian raised his hand to take it, looking a little surprised, "Red envelope?"

"As a master, I cannot give you nothing. Now that I am away from home, this is just a token of my appreciation." Mu Lier turned her back and leaned her elbows on the window sill. She took the wine gourd from her waist, looked up at the fireworks, and sipped the wine from time to time. The black hair behind her waist fell down like a waterfall, stained with a few snowflakes, a bit of moonlight and a few strands of fireworks.

Her wine gourd was also changed to vermilion.

There was indeed nothing special in the brocade bag, just two gold ingots for festive occasion, but there were words engraved on them...'Wumian' and'Qingqi', which seemed to have been engraved by Mu Lier not long ago.

Mu Lier turned her back to Zhao Wumian and said, "Xu Ran has already left with Chen Qiyuan, so we can't delay any longer... Have you rested well?"

Su Qingqi was a little surprised, "Why not stay one more night?"

"It's all fine. It's just that I'm left watching them happily celebrating New Year's Eve while we are all alone in a foreign land." Mu Lier smiled freely.

Su Qingqi hugged Zhao Wumian tightly, meaning something like... I still have my man with me, so I'm not sad at all now.

Mu Lier didn't need to look back, but her perception was so sharp after she achieved unity with nature that she knew what was going on just by hearing the friction of clothes. She felt depressed and poured more wine into her lips.

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly, picked up Su Qingqi and went out of the house, leaning against Mu Lier. Su Qingqi didn't dare to get close to Zhao Wumian in front of outsiders, so she quickly got down, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and yawned.

Mu Lier smiled slightly, raised her hand gently, and shouted outside: "Bring the horse!"

Then she turned back to look at the roof and said, "Nun, if you want a red envelope, I can give you one on behalf of your master."

Looking in the direction he was looking, he saw Guan Yunshu sitting cross-legged on the roof with a handkerchief placed under his hips. He was holding a bowl of Taiyuan sliced ​​noodles in his hand. He was slurping the noodles while looking up at the fireworks in the sky.

Fireworks danced in her eyes, her expression was calm and no emotion could be seen, but at first glance, it would only make people doubt... How could this nun be so beautiful?

After hearing this, her expression did not change and she continued to eat noodles silently...and ignored Mu Lier at all.

Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "It seems that only the four of us will spend New Year's Eve together."

"We have to have a reunion dinner on New Year's Eve, and I've already eaten it alone." Guan Yunshu's tone was calm, but there was a strong sense of hostility inside.

Zhao Wumian raised his eyes to look at her and said, "Buy some snacks when you leave later, and we can make do with each other."

“The sliced ​​noodles are delicious. I am full.”

"you're not feeling OK?"

Guan Yunshu chewed the sliced ​​noodles slowly, and after swallowing them, he took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped his mouth slowly, then said lightly: "Princess, nun, master, princess... none of them have a close relationship with you, so I just want to watch the fireworks with you on New Year's Eve... Isn't this what you said?"

Su Qingqi chuckled. It turned out that Guan Yunshu was just being sulky. She actually thought Guan Yunshu was quite interesting.

But when she thought that Guan Yunshu was upset because of her man, she felt weird in her heart.

"Watching fireworks is watching fireworks, and celebrating New Year's Eve is celebrating New Year's Eve..."

Before he finished speaking, Guan Yunshu's cold gaze swept over, "Sophistry."

But Zhao Wumian was in a good mood, "You really want to spend New Year's Eve with me?"

Before Guan Yunshu could answer, Mu Lier gently raised her hand and said, "You can live alone if you want. I have my disciples to accompany me, so I am not alone."

Guan Yunshu sighed lightly, resting her chin on her little hand, looking into the sky with her beautiful eyes. She looked sad and frail, like a willow swaying in the wind, and she looked pitiful.

"Are you imitating Senior Sister Xiangzhu?" Zhao Wumian looked up at her.

Guan Yunshu sighed again, "Why bother imitating? You should know that I am in Taiyuan right now, not for the princess, not for the King of Jin, but for you... If not for this, I should be spending New Year's Eve in Xiaoxitian, but you..."

"I'm so sorry for ignoring you. I'll buy you a New Year's present when I leave town later?"

Guan Yunshu smiled again, not looking weak at all, "What are you going to buy for me?"

"Anything under three taels."

Guan Yunshu frowned, "Why?"

"The money I have on me was all given to me by Miss Su. How can I use her money to buy you a gift? But I took some silver from Wang Changzhi in Qinfeng Village. Now, after careful calculation, there are only three taels left... This is my money."

Su Qingqi chuckled again, her slender shoulders trembling constantly, but she was no longer sleepy.

Guan Yunshu had no choice but to take out a silver note from his pocket and throw it down, "I'll lend it to you. Buy me something good."

Zhao Wumian took the banknote and saw that it was worth one thousand taels.

He sighed softly, "Why are all the women around me so rich..."

As she spoke, Mu Lier quietly poked his arm.

Looking down, Mu Lier folded her arms across her chest, looking up at the sky, holding a wine gourd in one hand, and a silver note between her fingers in the other hand, which meant something like, "Master gives you money, you buy some New Year gifts for Master, Master also wants..."

But his movements were so small, probably because he was afraid of being seen by Guan Yunshu.

Guan Yunshu smiled faintly. Who could hide this action from? Just as she was about to laugh, a disciple of the Sword Sect led four thousand-mile horses into the courtyard.

Two of them were robbed from Taiyuan. One was Liu Yuezhi's Jade Lion of Zhaoye, and the other was Su Qingqi's White Snake...just one for each person.

Guan Yunshu snorted coldly, flew down, and went back to the house to pack his luggage.

Zhao Wumian sighed lightly and returned to the house with Su Qingqi.

Even if they wanted to get together peacefully and have a reunion dinner, they would only be restless and fidgety... Now is not the right time at all.

Two hundred thousand troops from Jin, one hundred thousand naval forces from Chu, various forces in the capital, and the Rong people blocking the border... The affairs of the country fell on Zhao Wumian's shoulders, making him unable to calm down even if he wanted to celebrate the festival with a few close girls. He always felt that if he didn't take action, he would become the loser on the chessboard.

After packing up the luggage, he took the horse and left the Sword Sect branch.

Various colorful lanterns were hung on the streets, and the place was bustling with people. There was not a single trace of sadness after the death of Prince Jin.

There are little kids singing on the street. They sing, "I'm selling you stupid. I'll sell you stupid for a thousand taels. I'll sell you stupid for ten thousand taels. I'll give you more when they're all sold out. If you want to buy on credit, come with me."

The voice is clear, mixed among various sounds.

Just as Su Qingqi said, life must go on as usual. Now that we are decorating the house with lights and colors and celebrating the festival, at least... it can dilute some of the sadness, right?
Zhao Wumian bought a string of candied haws for the three girls.

Candied haws are not expensive, only two cents.

But the three girls enjoyed their meal very much.

Guan Yunshu bit into a candied haws, looked at Zhao Wumian, and reminded him, "Candied haws are candied haws, but they are not New Year gifts. Don't get away with it."

As she said that, she looked at Mu Lier again, and said in a mocking tone, "Are you ashamed of yourself, a 26-year-old woman who hasn't married yet, and you're still eating candied haws like a little girl?"

Mu Lier's cheeks puffed up, and she rolled her eyes when she heard that. "My apprentice gave it to me, so what if I'm happy eating it? It's better than having a nun among the three of us, who doesn't fit in, and is lonely and helpless. When I ride out of the city later, don't cry in the dark."

The two women were extremely hostile, and would quarrel whenever they were together. Su Qingqi was used to it when she came to Taiyuan with them, so she ignored the two women and just held Zhao Wumian's arm, holding a candied haws in her hand, looking here and there curiously, saying, "This is my first time seeing New Year's Eve in Taiyuan."

"How does it compare to the capital? It's definitely not as good."

"It's better than the capital."

"How can it be."

“Because you’re here.”

Guan Yunshu sighed helplessly, and suddenly felt that he should not have come to Taiyuan in the first place.

Zhao Wumian didn't know what New Year gifts to buy for them. They led their horses all the way from the Sword Sect branch to the city gate, but still hadn't chosen one.

Zhao Wumian just played and watched with them when he saw something interesting along the way.

When there is a lion dance, people stop to watch and give some money when the show is over.

When there was an ash pile, they would use branches with copper coins hanging on them to hit the garbage pile... The three girls found it smelly, so only Zhao Wumian went up to hit it.

They bought some more firecrackers, and the four of them lit them up themselves.

The green smoke from the firecrackers drifted upwards along the sky full of snow.

Zhao Wumian didn't dare to stop, for fear that if he stopped, he would fall into an irretrievable situation... But on the journey from the Sword Sect branch to the city gate, at least he could see the girls, play with them, and spend New Year's Eve together, right?

At the city gate, the four men mounted their horses, took one last look at the brightly decorated city of Taiyuan, and then rode away in the snow and darkness.

The horses' hooves kicked up snowflakes...Oh, yes.

Su Qingqi bought four thin red silks on the street and tied them to the tails of four horses... Isn't it the same as celebrating New Year's Eve for the horses?

(End of this chapter)