Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 23 A String of Buddhist Beads

Guan Yunshu narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly.

She never thought that she had any friendship with Zhao Wumian. As she said, monks do not tell lies. If she said she was just curious about you, then that was indeed the case.

In fact, the two of them were not even acquaintances. To Guan Yunshu, Zhao Wumian was just a stranger who owed her two favors... Today she was curious about Zhao Wumian and would observe his ways and behavior logic carefully. Tomorrow she might be curious about something else and forget about Zhao Wumian, the stranger.

But Zhao Wumian's words were like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, and echoed in her heart for a long time. She couldn't tell what she was thinking in her heart, she only knew that she began to wonder what Zhao Wumian's future in the world would be like?
Will it be bloodshed and death in the streets, or will it be success and fame with great power?
Guan Yunshu was not sure, but she had a faint hope in her heart that the future of a person like Zhao Wumian would be full of blood and gore, but he should not die on the streets.

The little nun stood there with her brows furrowed in thought, not saying a word. Zhao Wumian gently shook his head, turned his eyes away from her, raised his hand to call Xue Xiao over, went back to the shabby inner room, found paper and pen, wrote a few words in crooked calligraphy, and stuffed them into the mailbox for Xue Xiao to grab.

"Give this letter to Yan Jiu. Since I saved his wife and daughter, he must do his best to help us return to Beijing... He seems to be a socialite with a wide network of contacts. Let him use any favors he has for me."

After saying that, Zhao Wumian patted the Snow Owl's head, signaling it to fly away quickly.

The snowy owl shook its head and flapped its wings in dissatisfaction.

"Go early and come back early. I need your help with something."

The snowy owl turned its head away angrily, and flapped its wings and flew away as if it was upset.

Then Zhao Wumian jumped lightly, raised his hand and pulled out the long sword stuck in the ceiling. Looking at it carefully, the sword was three feet and three inches long, with a narrow blade covered with fine lines but very heavy. After weighing it a little, he estimated that it weighed more than ten pounds, worthy of being the sword of Jiang Bai, a master of external skills.

With a casual wave of his hand, a piece of the table corner was immediately cut off, but Zhao Wumian felt that it was as smooth as chopping tofu. It was probably a famous sword. He could ask Miss Luo about the human martial arts world weapons list when he got back.

After finding the scabbard on the ground and putting away the long sword, Zhao Wumian looked at the woman and said, "I wrote a letter to Yan Jiu. I guess he will ask his good friends to pick you up tomorrow. I will take you to the inn to hide later."

"Will there be no more enemies coming to our door?" The woman hugged Yan Yan, looking frightened.

"Prince Jin would never have thought that Jiang Bai would die here, so I asked Yan Jiu to spread the false news that he was being hunted. When Prince Jin learned about this, he would think that Jiang Bai had dealt with you and would go and hunt Yan Jiu down... As long as Jiang Bai's body is not found, it should be able to be concealed for a few days, which is enough time for you to leave Taiyuan."

These few days are probably enough for Zhao Wumian to snatch Prince Jin's horse.

As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Yunshu's voice came to his ears, "I'll send them to Xiao Xitian's Buddhist temple in Taiyuan. It's safer there, and the King of Jin won't search there... You still have to deal with the traces at the scene, right?"

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows frivolously and looked up. Guan Yunshu had already come to the front of the house. He was standing in the snow, looking at him calmly, without the silly look of frowning brows just now.

"Don't you want to stay out of the underworld?" Zhao Wumian asked.

"This is your world." Guan Yunshu said this in confusion.

"What you mean is that I am different from other people in the martial arts world, enough for you to give me some preferential treatment?" Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Narcissism." Guan Yunshu replied indifferently.

"How can you, a Buddhist disciple, curse me... You won't make me owe you another favor, will you?"

"will not."

"Why?" "I want to help you."

Zhao Wumian blinked his eyes and was immediately happy. "I was worried that you might tell the secret, but now it seems that monks don't tell lies. This is really the most correct guiding ideology of you bald Buddhists... Every word of the monk is true. I am so happy to hear it."

Guan Yunshu glanced at Zhao Wumian. To an outsider, it was unclear whether there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Why?"

"The world of martial arts is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom. More friends mean more paths." Zhao Wumian said with a smile.

Guan Yunshu frowned slightly and answered seriously: "You and I are not friends."

"Don't you want to be my friend? Yan Jiu gave me a bird, and I can help him protect his wife and daughter. So if you become my friend, I will help you if you encounter any difficulties in the future."

"I am a disciple of Xiao Xitian Zhenchuan, and I have a stunning appearance. Countless people want to make friends with me," Guan Yunshu gently twisted his long hair with his fingers, then tilted his head slightly and asked, "Is this also why you are here?"

"Narcissistic... Who wants to fall in love when they're in the underworld? No matter how beautiful you are, it has nothing to do with me." Zhao Wumian rolled his eyes and hit back bluntly: "Always tell the truth, never lie... It's so comfortable to deal with someone like you."

The woman was listening on the side, looking at Zhao Wumian, then at Guan Yunshu, and before she knew it, the fear and sadness on her face had almost turned into an auntie's smile.

She had also been through this age, and Yan Jiu had thought that he was a man of the world, living after today without a tomorrow, so he never dared to marry her... But Guan Yunshu was a nun, which made it a bit difficult.

Guan Yunshu probably frowned because he was irritated by Zhao Wumian. Then he turned around and said to the woman, "Let's go. I'll take you back to the Buddhist temple."

The woman reacted after hearing what was said and quickly stood up, bowed to Zhao Wumian, then followed Guan Yunshu holding Yan Yan.

Yan Yan lay on the woman's shoulder, waving her little hands at Zhao Wumian and grinning at him... This time she was really smiling at Zhao Wumian, not at Yan Jiu's sword.

"How can I contact you in the future?" Zhao Wumian shouted towards Guan Yunshu's back.

Although this little nun has a casual and eccentric personality, she is a great help that can be won over... Didn't she also say at the Yuankui banquet that she would choose whether to help Luo Chaoyan based on her feelings? Otherwise, Zhao Wumian would not trust her to escort the mother and daughter.

"What?" Guan Yunshu turned around and looked at Zhao Wumian, her ink-black hair swaying gently with the snowflakes.

"Don't I still owe you two favors? How can I repay you if I don't contact you?"

"I will find you when I need you." Guan Yunshu withdrew his gaze and refused coldly.

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly, did not force it, turned around and walked towards the garden... Jiang Bai's body was still lying there, and it needed to be disposed of.

At this moment, something pierced through the wind and snow and flew towards Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand to take it, and at first glance, it turned out to be a string of wooden Buddhist beads. There was a kitten carved on the surface of each bead, but the carving was quite ugly.

"When you need my help, you can take this string of beads to any Buddhist temple and tell me my name... I will only help you once, so you can decide for yourself."

Guan Yunshu's voice came from afar through the wind and snow. When Zhao Wumian looked back, she had disappeared into the snow without a trace.

(End of this chapter)