Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 217 White Wolf (Reward plus extra)
After Zhao Wumian braved the rain to send Shen Xiangge back to Yang's house, he hurried away again. It was raining heavily and there were mostly no people on the streets. The horse Zhaoye Jade Lion could gallop at full speed, so he arrived at Tiantong Tower without much delay.

He was too lazy to waste time, and hurried to the fifth floor as soon as he entered the hall. The Jianghu people in the hall looked at him sideways, sizing up this straw raincoat guest of unknown origin. Someone whispered, "This momentum... is like a fierce dragon crossing the river."

"Master Chen Wen has been a middleman for so many years, and he has countless thugs under his command. Every year, there are these overconfident gangsters who want to challenge the authority, but in the end, they are always abandoned by the two great gate gods in front of Master Chen Wen..."

boom--

Before he finished speaking, he saw two figures thrown high up from the upper floor, like two cannonballs smashing the bright lights on the ceiling, and then smashing on the wooden table in the hall with a "crack", and the table and chairs shattered, and the two men fell to the ground, screaming.

The hall was silent for a few seconds. Someone stepped forward to take a look and said in horror, "Left Gate God and Right Gate God, this, this Master Chen Wen has run into a tough guy!"

In the room on the fifth floor, Master Chen Wen had just bandaged his ears when he bumped into Zhao Wumian. He looked surprised and asked, "What do you mean, sir?"

"Gu Wenhe has been captured by me. I want all the information about Turga."

"Turga?" Chen Wenye looked confused.

"A warrior in a green shirt." Zhao Wumian frowned slightly and looked at Chen Wenye. Seeing his miserable appearance, had he been looked for by someone just now?
"The rules of the martial arts world cannot be told..."

choke----

The tip of the snow-white spear was against Chen Wenye's throat. Zhao Wumian's eyes were slightly cold. "Letting a Rong man who is in harmony with nature run around in the Central Plains is not a simple matter of the martial arts world... You have become one ear, you don't want the other ear to be cut off, right?"

Chen Wenye swallowed his saliva, his ears aching slightly. How come he was the most famous middleman in Changshan, being bullied by two people in turn so early in the morning?

He forced a fake smile, "Turga's alias is Li Ming. I only know this from what you said. I have worked with him several times before and he has done a lot for me. I have always thought he was from the Central Plains..."

"Speak the key."

"He was very generous and gave me a few gold bars to ask me to find someone to get rid of the people following him. The only requirement was that the action be done at Taiping Wharf at noon. As for the rest, due to the rules of the underworld, I didn't ask much and I don't know anything." Chen Wenye answered honestly, and then said firmly with a bit of flattery:
"If I had known from the beginning that he was a Rong, I would never have cooperated with him. I hope you will be kind enough not to tell the Detective Department about this. If this attracts Marquis Weiming..."

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly, "Is that all you know?"

Mr. Chen Wen looked at him and nodded slightly.

Since Gu Wenhe has been caught by this man, and the woman from the Western Regions is looking for Gu Wenhe... the woman from the Western Regions will find this man sooner or later, so just let them fight each other, or it's better not to remind them too much. Does he really think he is a soft persimmon that can be easily bullied?

Zhao Wumian took out "As if I were here in person" and said, "I am Marquis Weiming. If I find out that you said anything false..."

Plop————

Master Chen Wen knelt down before Zhao Wumian, his movements smooth and his tone mournful:
"My Lord! My Lord! It really is. Look at my ears. Just half an hour ago, a woman from the Western Regions came to my house and said that Gu Wenhe had stolen something from their Holy Church. She came to look for it. Now that Gu Wenhe has been captured by you, the thing must be in your hands, right? If so, she will definitely do something bad to you. My Lord, you have to be careful!"

Be strong at first and then be respectful... No wonder so many powerful people in the world like to expose their own power.

Zhao Wumian put away the token, but he didn't expect to get an unexpected reward. He was just wondering if the Western Region Saint Church was the enemy that was hunting him down, but suddenly someone from the Western Region showed up at his door...

Thank you, Turga.

"Who is that woman? Do you recognize her?"

Chen Wenye frowned. He was just a middleman in Changshan Jianghu and had never been to the Western Regions. Therefore, he could only guess the identity of the Western Regions woman. The woman chopped off his ear without saying a word, without following any Jianghu rules. He hated the woman so much that he wished Zhao Wumian would avenge him. He racked his brains for a moment before guessing:

"It should be Meng Po from the Western Region Holy Cult. I don't know her real name or age, but her strength is extraordinary. She is one of the best masters in the Western Region and a master who can build a bridge between heaven and earth." Having said that, Master Chen Wen was afraid that Zhao Wumian would be afraid and dare not go up, so he added:
"But it's hard to say. Meng Po Meng Po, she sounds like an old woman, and the woman who pursued the Marquis looks like she should be less than 30 years old... The only martial arts champion women under 30 years old in the martial arts world should be Lady Cang Hua and Xiao Yuanmu."

"Meng Po..." Zhao Wumian didn't know much about the Western Region Holy Religion, and he just thought that the nickname was quite intimidating.

He put away his spear and threw a banknote to Master Chen Wen. "I know the rules of the martial arts world. This money is for buying information. If Meng Po or Turga comes looking for you again, hold them back and send someone to the Sword Sect branch or the Detective Department to look for me."

After a few seconds of pause, Zhao Wumian felt that his request was obviously unreasonable, so he picked up a pen and wrote an address on a piece of paper, motioning to Chen Wenye to see: "Forget it, if they come, tell them that I am here."

"Whether it's the Holy Church or the Rong people, they are all our great enemies. It's only right." Master Chen Wen took the paper, looked at it for a few seconds, and then quickly stuffed the banknote into Zhao Wumian's arms, "Forget about the silver. I just hope that the Marquis can do me a small favor."

At this time, he still dared to put forward conditions. If he met a bureaucrat with a strong sense of bureaucracy, he would immediately think that this guy was disrespectful and ungrateful. However, Zhao Wumian did not mind and said calmly: "Speak."

Master Chen Wen kowtowed and said, "I, I have a seventeen-year-old son who has always wanted to take the imperial examination... If he passes, I only ask that the Marquis give him a chance to work for you."

These words have two meanings. First, he is sincerely asking Zhao Wumian to do something for him. Second, he is telling Zhao Wumian that he has a son who has a weak spot and will definitely not betray him.

"I have no power in the court, let alone any party." Zhao Wumian shook his head.

"My Lord is loyal and righteous, and everyone in the world..."

Zhao Wumian raised his hand to interrupt Chen Wenye's words, turned around and left, leaving only one sentence, "Wait until he passes the exam before coming to me. It's too early to talk about it when there's nothing even remotely known."

If Mr. Chen Wen can really help, then Zhao Wumian certainly doesn't mind helping him.

Being in the underworld, it's not just about fighting and killing, it's also about dealing with the human relationships.

Master Chen Wen was slightly stunned, and then he was immediately overjoyed. After Zhao Wumian left, someone hurried upstairs and whispered, "That Guojianglong is so brave. With Master Chen Wen's connections, why not find an opportunity..." Master Chen Wen pondered for a while, then nodded slightly, "Issue a hunting order for the Jianghu."

If one wants to lure Turga and Mengpo to Zhao Wumian, one should naturally adopt a hostile attitude towards Zhao Wumian, so that it will be easier to gain Turga and Mengpo's trust.

As an old hand, Chen Wenye would certainly understand such small details.

At Taiping Wharf, Turga killed a secret guard of the imperial court and threw his body into the river. He then found a secluded corner to hide and silently watched the guards coming and going on the ships.

There was a gang fight at the dock, and Turga was in Changshan, so it would be very easy for him to sneak into the grain ship... Zhao Wumian didn't need to remind Jiang Ruifeng of this matter, as his scalp was tingling. He personally counted the number of people to prevent any Rong people from getting on board.

After discovering that one of the secret guards was missing, the dock immediately shook from top to bottom, and intensive efforts were made to strengthen the defense, almost digging the dock three feet underground. The amount of manpower invested was enough to make Turga shudder with fear.

Just based on the number of people he counted, there were two thousand defenders, and countless secret guards hiding in the dark, whose exact number was unknown, as well as masters sent from the capital, most of whom were retainers of aristocratic families, or eunuchs in the palace, and there were even a few disciples and elders from righteous sects.

These include Xiao Xitian, Wujitian and Jianzong, as well as other large and small martial arts sects.

It seems that the imperial court really takes this matter seriously. Even if Turga is in harmony with nature, the limit is to kill 1,300 to 1,400 defenders and kill them to death with exhaustion. Even when Zhao Wumian used the red silk of Naraku, he only killed 800 cavalrymen... If there were more, Zhao Wumian would be exhausted to death.

No matter how strong you are, your physical strength has its limits. There is nothing you can do about it. Even the martial arts master would not dare to be surrounded by a large army.

Fortunately, Turga was not that stupid. Even if he sneaked into the grain ship, he could not do much. It would be useless to destroy a few ships and kill a few court officials.

He did all this just to delay time, waiting for someone to come.

Rumble————

At the dock, Jiang Ruifeng had already sent people to search the dock from top to bottom, and the boat was also searched carefully without leaving any corner untouched. By the time they finished all this, it was already sunset.

The rain has become much lighter, and the spring rain is drizzling. Occasionally, the silver moon hanging in the sky can be seen through the dark clouds.

After a whole day of delay, a slightly tired voice came from behind Turga, "Finally we have arrived at Changshan. What is the matter, Turga?"

Turga looked back, with an eager smile on his face, and bowed slightly, "White Wolf Leader, long time no see."

Behind Turga was a middle-aged man with white hair but a face that looked to be no more than forty years old.

White Wolf, the leader of the White Wolf Tribe on the grassland, is also a rare master on the grassland who can build a bridge between heaven and earth. His hair is all white, which is a side effect of the problem that occurred during the breakthrough.

Bai Lang waved his hand gently and looked towards the dock, frowning. "The grain transport ships from the Central Plains... simply destroying one or two of them won't do much good. Do you want me to sneak onto the ship and go all the way to the granary at Ningwu Pass to destroy the enemy's rear?"

Turga shook his head and explained:
"At present, no one who can connect the heaven and earth bridge has appeared on the front battlefield. Once you make a move, the martial arts masters of the Central Plains will definitely not stand idly by. Just the two people of Xiaoxitian, Dongwen and Dongxuan, are enough for us to bear...

My father is seriously injured and it will take at least a month for him to recover. Before that, it is better not to involve the Central Plains Martial Arts Leader in taking action, but to start with the martial arts world first.

Moreover, it will take more than ten days to get from Changshan to Ningwu Pass... The White Wolf leader stayed on the boat for so long, who knows if anything will happen? The people of the Central Plains are the most cunning. If they knew you were on the boat, they would never find you out, but would pretend not to know. When you reach Ningwu Pass, several martial arts masters will surround you as soon as you get off the boat."

A high-end combat force like Wu Kui can affect the entire body if one move is made, so the Rong people have not thought of deploying him to the front battlefield... After all, the battle situation changes rapidly, and it would be a waste to use Wu Kui to mow the grass.

After all, he would be exhausted to death after mowing a few blades of grass. If he wanted to use Wu Kui to kill a general... couldn't Luo Chaoyan do it? All those Wu Kui plaques issued by Emperor Jingzheng turned white?
The martial arts champions receive the emperor's salary, so naturally they have to do their job, otherwise they will be ruined... Right now, the former swordsman champion is being stabbed in the back by the people in the martial arts world, and they are all waiting to laugh at him, which is a good example.

You kill the general, I kill the general, and we exchange heads. Apart from increasing KD, it has no effect on the overall situation.

Therefore, at present, the grassland has not found an opportunity to use Wu Kui, but now Turga feels that he has found it.

"One of the culprits who caused my father's serious injury, Zhao Wumian, is in Changshan. I made such a big fuss at the dock, he definitely can't leave without finding me." Turga smiled slightly.
"He is the unity of heaven and man, and he will sooner or later become the bridge between heaven and earth. At this moment, he has no martial arts champion by his side, and he is not in the capital, and he has no army to protect him. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Bai Lang was slightly stunned. He naturally knew about Zhao Wumian's existence and was immediately overjoyed. "How to kill him?"

Zhao Wumian's importance to the Dali court is self-evident. Once he dies, Dali will certainly be severely damaged and chaos will break out... Whether it is for the court, the 200,000 Jin troops, or the martial arts world.

"He must still be looking for clues about me all over the city." Turga pondered for a while, and then said, "I'll go look for clues first."

As he spoke, Turga handed Bailang a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. "When you are in the Central Plains, dress like a Central Plains person. If our identities are exposed, everyone will want to kill us. Even if we are fearless, it will still be troublesome."

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It's almost three o'clock.

I wrote ten thousand words today.

Sleepy.

good night.

Hoarse
(End of this chapter)