Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 31: The Clouds Disappear
The moon was hanging in the sky and heavy snow was falling.

In the bustling Wujiang Hall on Yi Fu Street, a big hole suddenly appeared in a house in the backyard. Tu Ziling stepped onto the eaves with a pale face, and soared into the sky with light footsteps. His figure pierced through the snow curtain like an arrow and fled into the distance at a terrifying speed.

Tu Ziling was from Yanyun, a family of merchants, and lived a wealthy life. However, Yanyun was a border area and was often harassed by the Rong tribe... One winter, the Rong tribe invaded the border, and his parents were killed by a Rong tribe member who sneaked into Yanyun, and his family property was also robbed. Originally, the young boy should have died at the hands of the Rong tribe, but perhaps it was not his destiny, as an elder from the Sword Sect happened to pass by and saved his life.

After suffering this misfortune in his childhood and being saved by the Sword Sect, the following plot should have been a natural progression for him to join the Sword Sect, but the Sword Sect elder seemed to have something important to do at the time, and left in a hurry after saving him, leaving only one sentence:
"It is your destiny to survive a great disaster... Jianghu is not a good place. I don't ask you to fight and kill in the future, I just hope you can escape when you encounter trouble. So I leave you a book of Qinggong secrets, you can learn it by yourself."

It was a very simple wish, but Tu Ziling didn't think so... His parents were killed because he had no strength, and now that he could practice martial arts, he would think of ways to become stronger... by any means necessary.

The so-called "jianghu is not a good place" is ultimately just a lack of strength.

Tu Ziling was a man of good talent. He was able to use his self-taught martial arts to sneak into wealthy families or small sects. At first, he just stole some money to make a living. Later, he learned martial arts, secret manuals, magical weapons, and even stole perfumes and jades. After years of hard work, he became a "big thief"... So it was natural for him to join "Dong Yan".

Going to Xiao Xitian to steal things was the leader's instruction... The leader seemed to have some knowledge in all the major sects, and gave him a map of Xiao Xitian's internal defense, which included personnel arrangements, mechanisms and secret passages. It was not complete, but it was basically the same. Only in this way could he succeed.

But after he succeeded, he heard about Luo Chaoyan... She is a legitimate princess! In the past, who has the status of a legitimate princess among the junior sisters of the sects or the daughters of the wealthy families? I'm afraid only the queen in the imperial palace... Oh no, she should be the queen mother now.

Tu Ziling didn't have the courage to sneak into the palace to marry the empress dowager, but Luo Chaoyan could still covet her.

I just came to Taiyuan and heard that Li Mo was going to hold a meeting, so I came to see if there was any information about Luo Chaoyan... Usually, if you steal something, you need a channel to sell it. Li Mo is one of Tu Ziling's sales points in Taiyuan, so he is familiar with it.

After returning from stealing a secret treasure from Xiao Xitian, one of the three major sects, Tu Ziling's heart was inflated. Seeing that Li Mo had no news about Luo Chaoyan, he naturally set his sights on Li Mo, the big fat sheep himself... He had already made up his mind to do it at all costs, and this was not the first time he had done this, so he had no psychological burden.

I just didn't expect it...

Tu Ziling's face turned pale. He pressed several acupoints on his arm with one hand to stop the bleeding. He secretly mobilized his internal energy and increased his speed a bit.

There was a sound of something breaking through the air behind him. Tu Ziling didn't need to look. With his years of experience, he knew that there must be a hidden weapon attacking him from behind.

But Tu Ziling was an expert in using hidden weapons. He was in mid-air with nowhere to gain leverage, but he held several flying knives in one hand. Without even turning his head, he threw the flying knives behind him simply by listening to his body. There were "crackling" sounds, and countless sparks exploded behind him, but no hidden weapon got close to him.

Pei Yuzhong secretly smacked his lips, "The thief who can make Guan Yunshu and Brother Zhao work together to hunt him down must be quite something."

After Tu Ziling threw several hidden weapons to interfere with Pei Yuzhong, he slid straight into the alley behind Wujiang Hall. He was nowhere to hide in the air. Even if his Qinggong was fast, how fast could he be? Everyone was a master. Running away did not mean to increase the distance without thinking. He still had to move in the streets and alleys and hide his body to avoid being chased. This was all based on his many years of experience.

But just as Tu Ziling's feet touched the ground, a long knife pierced through the wall of the alley like tofu. The speed was so fast that Tu Ziling's scalp numb. He almost instinctively turned sideways, and the long knife pierced through his body diagonally, leaving a shocking blood mark on his chest.

The next moment, the wall was broken with a loud bang. Zhao Wumian used his shoulder to push the wall open, revealing his figure. He swung his sleeve with his left hand that was not holding the knife, and gravel mixed with the snow curtain shot towards Tu Ziling. At the same time, he gripped the handle of the knife tightly and cut across.

Tu Ziling's clothes were instantly soaked with cold sweat, and his heart was pounding, but he was a famous thief after all. He stepped lightly, and his body twisted in the air, and he managed to find an almost impossible angle to avoid the gravel and the Kunwu sword. Then he made a big turn and kicked Zhao Wumian's temple with his boots. The force was so great that a hole was kicked in the snow curtain, making a light "bang" sound.

Zhao Wumian was not afraid at all. He raised his hand and swung his fist, intending to smash Tu Ziling's foot into pieces. However, he saw a broken blade suddenly appearing on the tip of his boots, which was probably poisoned. No matter how skilled Zhao Wumian was in martial arts, he was still a mortal body, and he was not Jiang Bai. He could not defend against swords and knives at all. Therefore, he changed his tactics mid-game, from smashing to capturing. He grasped Tu Ziling's ankle with his hand like an iron clamp and stopped him five inches away from Zhao Wumian's temple.

When Zhao Wumian was about to crush Tu Ziling's leg bones, several white needles shot out from his boots. They were almost imperceptible in the snowy night. If they had been pierced into his temple, Zhao Wumian would have been injured on the spot.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he had to let go hastily. He quickly turned around and avoided the white needle by a hair's breadth, but a shallow bloody mark was still left on his face.

Crack. Even though Zhao Wumian let go in a hurry, Tu Ziling's leg bone still made a crisp sound. He was actually fractured by Zhao Wumian's single hand. Tu Ziling's face turned pale, and he wondered what kind of monster this was. He lost a hand and was in unbearable pain. He had no intention of fighting at all. After forcing Zhao Wumian back for a short time, he stepped on the snow again with one foot and rose from the ground again.

Zhao Wumian’s lightness skill was not good, and once he was left behind, he would not be able to catch up no matter what.

Fortunately, Pei Yuzhong had arrived at this time. He stepped over the alley wall and slapped Tu Ziling with his palm, as powerful as the tide.

Tu Ziling snorted coldly, raised his hand and faced Pei Yuzhong with his palm. The powerful internal energy swept out from the palms of the two men, pulling the surrounding snowflakes in a swirl and entanglement, actually forming a Tai Chi diagram.

"Tai Chi Cloud Hands from Wugong Mountain!?" Pei Yuzhong was surprised. The next moment, the two of them switched positions. Tu Ziling was on top and Pei Yuzhong was on the bottom. Then, the two of them suddenly flew up and down. Tu Ziling actually used Pei Yuzhong's strength to increase his speed a bit.

Before Pei Yuzhong even landed on the ground, he was already furious. As the leader, when had he ever been insulted like this? If he hadn't been poisoned by the cartilage incense, he wouldn't have been able to exert even 70% of his strength... Just as Pei Yuzhong was secretly annoyed, a silver-white sword suddenly shot out from his side, piercing through the snow curtain and reaching Tu Ziling's throat in the blink of an eye. It was Zhao Wumian who threw the sword.

Tu Ziling's pupils shrank, he turned his body and twisted his abdomen, and being in mid-air with nowhere to gain leverage, he was able to move several inches to the side and narrowly avoided the long sword... His reputation for lightness skills was truly well-deserved.

After avoiding the long sword, Tu Ziling hadn't breathed a sigh of relief yet, but the next moment a look of horror appeared on his face. It was Zhao Wumian who stomped his feet and rushed up like a cannonball. The long sword just brushed Tu Ziling's neck, and he came close to Tu Ziling, holding a knife in one hand and reaching out with the other hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, followed by two flashes of cold light.

Tu Ziling had just moved a few inches in the air when his old strength had just gone and his new strength had not yet been generated. He had no power to dodge, so he had to bite the bullet and suddenly block Zhao Wumian's left hand holding the sword with one hand. He used the Tai Chi Cloud Hands he had just used. At the same time, he took advantage of his superb lightness skills and had much more experience in air combat than Zhao Wumian. He actually kicked Zhao Wumian in the chest with his feet after he was struck later.

In just a few moves, there were dangers lurking everywhere, but Tu Ziling's lightness skill was not exaggerated after all, he was faster after all.

He kicked Zhao Wumian with both feet, and at the same time, his body soared into the sky. The Kunwu Sword only barely grazed his neck, and Tu Ziling had already opened up a distance of more than ten feet between him and Zhao Wumian in an instant.

As a result, Zhao Wumian and Pei Yuzhong could no longer catch up with him.

Pei Yuzhong had just landed on the ground at this moment. He looked up and felt regretful. At this moment, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Tu Ziling and Zhao Wumian distanced themselves from each other and fled far away. As he was confident of victory, he turned around and faced away from the two of them, but a thin red line appeared on his neck...

buzzing————

At this moment, the trembling sound of Zhao Wumian's sword just now sounded, and the red line on Tu Ziling's neck far away in the sky became more and more conspicuous. Then the next moment, the red line suddenly stretched, and Tu Ziling's huge head flew into the sky, as if the red line had beheaded him. Through the gap between Tu Ziling's head and body, one could see that the dense snow curtain in the sky was actually split in two, revealing the cold full moon far away in the sky.

Blood splashed in the air, forming a red line, which was imprinted on the full moon. It seemed as if Zhao Wumian's knife not only cut off Tu Ziling's neck, but also tore open the snow curtain, splitting the high-hanging silver moon into two.

Pei Yuzhong had never thought that killing could be so beautiful.

Scratch——

At this moment, Zhao Wumian landed steadily on the ground, steadied his body on the snow, then turned his wrist, grasped the knife with his backhand, and let go of the tip of the knife when it was only five inches into the scabbard. The silver-white long knife slowly entered the scabbard under gravity, and the blade and the scabbard made a slight friction sound.

Yun Yiluo’s fastest killing move.

The clouds dispersed.

(End of this chapter)