Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 421 Now I come to think of the rain and snow (End of this volume)

A gentle breeze stirred the drifting clouds, making the cloud layer appear even thicker. One strange phenomenon after another, the might of the Nine Bells, seemed to be disrupting the weather, causing the snowfall within the pass to intensify.

The snow fell in layers, and the willows along the river swayed in the wind.

Guan Yunshu sat in front of the courtyard gate for a short while, and his clean monk's robe was covered with a thick layer of snow.

She waited for a while, but Zhao Wumian didn't return. So she silently got up, brushed the snowflakes off her body, picked up her small stool, and turned to walk into the courtyard.

The courtyard was quite dilapidated, piled with many odds and ends: a water vat, a millstone, a half-repaired wooden table, and a broken swing under the tree in the courtyard.

Even though it was covered with snow, it looked like it was shrouded in a thin mist of grayish-dirty stuff.

You can still vaguely see traces of life that once lived in the courtyard.

But Guan Yunshu had no intention of staying in this dilapidated courtyard for long, so she ignored it and pushed open the door.

No one had opened the door for a long time. Guan Yunshu gave it a gentle push, and the wooden door let out a startling squeak, as if it would immediately topple over if she used even a little more force.
"Cough cough————"

The dust made her cough a few times.

The room was dimly lit, and she did not close the door but opened all the movable windows to let in some fresh air.

whoosh—

The cold wind blew desperately into the house through every available opening, accompanied by fine snowflakes, and inside, there was a crisp sound like the turning of pages in a book.

Crash---

Guan Yunshu tucked her little hands into her sleeves and cutely covered her nose with them. Hearing the noise, she looked over and saw that the small room was filled with all sorts of paintings.

The scroll was old and yellowed, rustling in the cold wind. But the paper had become brittle with age, and if the wind continued, it would probably crumble into dust.

Guan Yunshu narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, glanced at the paintings, then looked away. Suddenly, she turned her head and looked at them again.

She quickly stepped forward, but then realized what she was doing, raised her hand and waved it lightly, causing the doors and windows to creak shut tightly.

With the cold wind gone, the room became quiet.

Kaka————

She lit a tinderbox, and the faint light illuminated her delicate face. She brought the light close to the painting and examined it closely. A look of surprise immediately appeared in Guan Yunshu's eyes.

"Abbot?"

The painting depicts Abbot Dongwen digging soil and planting trees by the river. Although he has long hair and wears a crown at this moment, his facial features remain unchanged.

Beside Abbot Dongwen stood a woman in a plain dress.

Guan Yunshu stared intently at the woman in the white dress, feeling that she looked somewhat like her.

They just have very different temperaments.

The woman in the plain dress was charmingly naive, while Guan Yunshu was proudly elegant.

Guan Yunshu couldn't help but be moved; she had never been a dull-witted woman.

"Zhao Wumian, you said you never lie to me... but is it really just a coincidence that he brought this humble nun here?"

She gently bit her lower lip.

"fraud!"

To confirm her suspicions, she immediately searched the house carefully, gathering all the paintings inside.

With her martial arts skills, she could keenly perceive the traces of time on the paper and the brushstrokes, and roughly tell the order in which the paintings were completed.

In one of the wooden cabinets, she took out a small box.

The inside was also filled with paintings.

Besides the painting, there was also a silver ingot in the corner.

Guan Yunshu took out the stove, lit it in the room, then sat down in a chair and unrolled the painting.

Above is a white-clad female knight-errant standing under a tree, leading a white horse, with her back to the painter and looking back.

The female warrior was very beautiful. Even Guan Yunshu had to admit that her appearance was in no way inferior to the so-called number one beauty in the martial arts world.

Guan Yunshu didn't recognize who this was.

She saw some ink marks on the back of the scroll, turned it over and saw that it said...

'In the thirtieth year of Hongtian, in winter, Princess Jiu'er bought a painting and gave her a lot of silver. She is truly a very kind person, but this silver is too much; we must save it and return it to her next time we see her!'

Guan Yunshu was moved once again.

Wine... isn't that Zhao Wumian's...?

Thirty years of Hongtian... A strange sense of sorrow suddenly welled up in Guan Yunshu's heart.

The expression on Jiu'er's face in the painting is so lifelike that it's clear she must be a woman full of spirit.

But the painting has already turned yellow.

That happened more than 20 years ago.

Inside the wooden box were other rolled-up scrolls, which at a glance also appeared to be wine.

It seems that Jiu'er also came here after that.

Guan Yunshu suppressed her emotions and decided to read through the pages in a chronological and organized manner.

But you can't tell anything from the painting, but thankfully...

Her mother was not a clever woman; she always added a note after each painting to remind herself of her own work.

Kaka————

Sparks flew from the furnace, and the dim firelight fell on Guan Yunshu's face.

Inside and outside the house, all was quiet and still, with only the soft sound of clouds turning the pages of a scroll.

A moment later, she picked up a painting that depicted Abbot Dongwen squatting in the courtyard, holding a wooden mallet and repairing a wooden table.

A woman in a plain dress stood to the side, holding a tool bag in her hands.

Spring of the thirty-fifth year of the Hongtian era.

Emperor Taizu Gao will die in this year.

Next year, Emperor Guangyou will go mad and reduce the power of the princes, which will lead to Emperor Jingzheng, Luo Chaoyan's father, launching a nationwide campaign called the Jingnan Campaign.

Zhao Wumian is already five years old this year. He has already visited the graves in Lin'an several times with Xiao Yuanmu.

However, all of this had nothing to do with the couple living in the northern part of Yanyun.

Dang, Dang, Dang——

A crisp sound rang out in the courtyard, startling the birds in the willow grove outside.

Dongwen squatted in the courtyard, using a wooden mallet to repair a table, saying:
"This thing isn't exactly an old friend, it's been in the house since we got married, only five or six years have passed... It's so unreliable, I really believed the nonsense of the carpenter Wang from the west of town."

The woman in the plain dress, wrapped in a fluffy cloak and dressed warmly, sat under the eaves, painting a picture of Dongwen. Upon hearing this, she just smiled foolishly.

Five years have passed, and the two who haven't practiced martial arts now show signs of aging... However, they were young to begin with, and now they just appear more mature and composed.

Dong Wen was halfway through his work when a loud knocking sounded at the door.

Dongwen wiped his sweat, put down the mallet, opened the door, and saw that it was a family surnamed Li from the town who had come to him for a medical consultation.

He glanced at the sky; it was only noon, not yet night, so there was no reason for him to refuse.

He turned to fetch the medicine box, saying:

“Old Li is getting old, he’s over eighty, which is a long life, but his health is getting weaker and weaker, and it’s irreversible. Sooner or later, there will be no cure. You should prepare in advance.”

The visitor sighed softly.

“We know that everyone in the surrounding villages knows that my grandfather lived a long life. We don’t ask for much, we just hope that he can pass away peacefully without suffering. We still need to trouble the doctor…”

"Let's go."

Dongwen carried his medicine chest on his back, and the woman in the plain dress held a snow-white cloak in her hand, draped it over his shoulders, and then stood in front of the door, watching Dongwen leave.

A thin layer of snow covered the area in front of the door; it was deep winter snow that hadn't melted yet, and soon a few footprints appeared.

After Dongwen left, the woman in the white dress suddenly coughed a few times.

She gently stroked her lower abdomen, her expression filled with hope for the future, as if enveloped in a lovely, hazy halo.

She is pregnant.

The woman in the plain dress pressed her small hands to her waist, moved a stool from behind the door, and continued to sit on the hillside in front of the door, gazing in the direction her husband had left, waiting for him to return.

The sun sets and the moon rises, but she still waits for him.

As night fell, Dongwen's figure appeared in the willow grove, carrying wine in one hand and a pig's head wrapped in oil paper in the other, waving to the woman from afar.

Some people even brought in new furniture using oxcarts.

This is one of the consultation fees for Dongwen.

He no longer needs to repair that wooden table.

The two smiled at each other in the snow.

As the woman's belly gradually showed signs of pregnancy, Dongwen stopped going out to seek medical advice in order to take care of her.

If there are patients, they will only receive treatment at their home.

He never left the woman's side.

The two of them would always sit together in front of the door, watching the sun rise and set on the opposite bank of the river, and the clouds rise and disperse, which was very pleasant.

Happiness spread through their hearts like dense willow branches.

The two often discussed the name of their future child.

The common name of Dongwen is Liu, and the woman's surname is Guan.

"Let the child's surname be Guan," he said.

"Why? In this world, how can one take their mother's surname?" The woman asked, bewildered.

Dongwen laughed and said, "Your surname sounds better than mine."

The woman chuckled.

"Are you the idiot, or am I the idiot?"

"At worst, we can have two kids, one with my surname and one with yours. Your husband is now a renowned doctor, and even without money, there are plenty of people in the martial arts world who want to befriend and visit us... We can definitely afford to raise two kids."

Hope returned to the woman's eyes. Leaning back in her recliner, she gazed at the silver moon on the distant horizon and said:
"It would be so nice if it were a little girl."

"Why?"

"Just like me, beautiful."

The two burst into laughter.

The woman was not very bright to begin with, and after becoming pregnant, she became even more foolish, often sitting in one place in a daze.

Before she knew it, an hour had passed, but when asked what she was thinking about, she couldn't remember.

Sometimes she would cry in Dongwen's arms.

"I think I'll pass on having children. What if the child takes after me and is as slow-witted as I am?"

"You're not stupid, you're very good at drawing."

"All I can do is draw."

"All I know is how to treat patients."

"so what?"

"A match made in heaven".

These conversations often take place after nightfall.

One day, an ordinary day, a snowy day.

In the same year, the first frost fell, marking the beginning of winter.

Dongwen took pity on the woman and let her rest inside the house, while he carried a basin of water and washed clothes by the river.

The river water was extremely cold and biting, making his ten fingers turn red.

After washing the clothes, he carried the basin of water up the hillside, opened the door, and suddenly, a gleaming curved knife was placed against his neck.

Bangdang————

The basin of water was smashed on the ground. Dongwen looked over in astonishment and saw that the door was wide open. Several expressionless Rong people were standing in the courtyard, while inside the house...

The woman sat in the chair, a gleaming steel knife against her neck. Her pretty face was deathly pale; she was terrified, and tears streamed down her face.

Behind the woman, a young Rong man wearing a felt hat was examining a painting.

In the painting is a woman dressed in white.

The young Rong man saw the inscription on the cave and smiled slightly.
“Zhu Jiutian wanted the Crimson Pearl Jade, but failed to snatch it. He was given a chance, but he didn’t seize it. Since that’s the case, then whoever can snatch this item will naturally have to rely on their own abilities… I heard that Xiao Jiu’er once came looking for you?”

Dongwen's face turned pale. "Who are you?"

“Shaman, you don’t know him, and you never will.”

Shaman Tian sat at the table, legs crossed, still examining the painting, and said calmly:
"Do you know where Xiao Jiu'er is?"

"I don't know..."

Clang—

The steel knife was thrust forward at the woman's neck, and a drop of blood appeared.

The woman was so frightened that she was trembling all over.

"What kind of hero lays his hands on a woman?!" Dongwen roared.

Shaman Tian scoffed, "This concerns the Nine Bells, who's going to talk to you about chivalry? Naïve."

He hesitated for a few seconds, a faint smile appearing on his usually calm face, and said:
"I'll give you three months. Before the end of the year, summon Xiao Jiu'er to Yanyun, and I'll spare your lives... You can try to escape with this lady, but I'm not sure what the consequences will be."

Before Dongwen could answer, everyone in the courtyard had vanished.

The woman swayed and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Dongwen quickly stepped forward to help him up.

The woman cried again.

……

Although they didn't see it, they knew that there must be Rong people watching the area near the courtyard.

Dongwen tried to ask his friends in the martial arts world for help.

His friends had just arrived in Yanyun when they were beheaded the very next day, their heads left in front of the courtyard gate.

Dongwen understood; this Rong youth who called himself Shamantian was no ordinary thief.

But he didn't know where Xiao Jiu'er was, so his friends in the martial arts world spread the word that he had encountered danger.

Dongwen didn't want to implicate Xiao Jiu'er, but he also didn't want to wait to die in the courtyard. But what could he do in the face of Shamantian?

Surely they wouldn't report it to the authorities? If they angered Shaman Tian, ​​they might not even have three months left.

The extremely oppressive and heavy atmosphere put immense psychological pressure on both the couple.

The woman was already pregnant, and now it felt as if a steel knife was constantly held to her neck, as if it would strike her deadly at any moment... This immense pressure caused her to fall ill.

Even when she was sick, she continued to paint for Dongwen, just to relieve stress, as if their lives remained unchanged.

Days passed, and the snow fell heavier each day.

One day, the woman, with her belly protruding, sat on a recliner in front of the yard, painting absentmindedly.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves rang in my ears.

Looking to the side, a female knight in white, carrying a sword and leading a horse, came through the snow.

The woman quickly got up, looked at her, and tears welled up in her eyes as if they were free.

"You actually came..."

Jiu'er smiled, gazing at her slightly protruding belly, and asked softly:

"Are you happy?"

"kindness."

“That’s wonderful. Five years have passed, and I have adopted a child as well… However, due to the danger this time, I left him alone in the Prince of Yan’s residence to keep his sister Xiangzhu company.”

Jiu'er laughed.

As the words were spoken, amidst the surrounding snow, a Rong man, stroking his steel sword, slowly approached.

They were naturally monitoring the Dongwen family.

Jiu'er picked up the Qingxu sword, stood in the snow, and smiled faintly at the woman.

"It's my fault that you were targeted by the Rong people, the blame lies with me... I will definitely kill Shamantian for you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her voice suddenly turned cold.

With a flash of sword light, the heads of the surrounding Rong people all flew into the sky.

Jiu'er sheathed her sword and mounted her horse again.

"drive!"

The horses' hooves thundered as they galloped forward, and soon, Jiu'er's figure disappeared into the snow.

Dongwen walked out of the courtyard and watched her retreating figure together with the woman.

The woman was still sitting in front of the courtyard, but this time, she was waiting for Jiu'er.

As night fell, heavy snow fell, and the sound of horses' hooves echoed in my ears once more.

The woman glanced sideways and saw a white-clad female knight-errant leading a horse and carrying a sword through the snow, her clothes stained with blood.

She was seriously injured.

Jiu'er said guiltily, "I only injured him, and he escaped... I will definitely kill him next time, but I have already shown myself, so there is no need for Shamantian to make things difficult for you. Please leave quickly."

The woman cannot leave... She was pregnant in the spring, and now, in the depths of winter, she will soon give birth.

In the dead of winter, if they were to endure the hardships of travel, the mother and daughter might very well perish.

The couple continued to live in the courtyard, and Jiu'er moved in with them to protect them.

One night, the woman gave birth to a daughter. Both mother and daughter were safe, but the woman had been frightened and fell ill during her pregnancy. Giving birth to the daughter at this time undoubtedly caused serious damage to her body and left her with chronic illnesses.

Her body grew increasingly weak.

But she is happy.

On a snowy day, Jiu'er led her horse to kill Shaman Tian again... She had tried it many times this winter.

The woman, waiting for her, remained reclining in her chair in front of the courtyard gate, watching the clouds rise and fall on the horizon, holding the little girl in her arms. The little girl, like her mother, had a pair of beautiful big eyes, but for some reason, she always seemed to look down on everyone.

The woman drew many pictures of her, all of them depicting her as lovely.

Dongwen stood behind her in silence. After a moment, he asked softly, "When are we leaving?"

The woman did not answer; she simply held the baby, lost in thought.

After a moment of blankness, she suddenly came to her senses and asked, "What name should we give the baby?"

"Her surname is Guan... What do you think?"

"I'm too stupid, I'm not educated, and I don't know how to name things."

“I’m not educated either. She takes your surname, so naturally you should name her. When our second child is born and takes my surname, then it’ll be my turn to name her.”

Dongwen gave a bitter smile.

The woman chuckled, her eyes still filled with hope.

"I hope my second child will be a boy."

"Why?"

"As you wish, may you be well."

After he finished speaking, Dongwen fell silent.

The woman stared blankly at the clouds on the horizon.

She would often space out, and after that, she could never remember anything.

But this time, after she finished spacing out, she gave the baby a name.

Watching the clouds drift by.

whoosh—

The snowfall intensified, making it a heavy snowfall.

The snow was so heavy that it was impossible to tell which way was which.

But with so many willow trees planted around the yard, you won't get lost.

rustle----

Jiu'er, leading her horse, her white clothes stained with blood, and carrying the Qingxu sword, appeared in front of the courtyard.

Looking up, she saw a woman wrapped in thick clothes, painting her portrait.

The two women looked at each other.

The woman smiled at her.

But Jiu'er couldn't laugh.

Seven days later, the woman died.

Li, the tomb of Liu Guanshi.

Dongwen had no reason to stay here any longer.

He had nowhere to go.

I have no home.

Jiu'er recommended him to Xiaoxitian in Jin.

She has a best friend, Lan Qiushuang, the legendary thief of Xiliang, who became a nun in Xiaoxitian to save her.

Lan Qiushuang will help take care of Dongwen and his daughter.

Dongwen sometimes comes here to sweep the tombs, gazing blankly at the willow trees and tombstones.

Jiu'er sometimes brings Zhao Wumian here, and they occasionally run into Abbot Dongwen.

Jiu'er always felt that she was the one who killed Guan Yunshu's mother.

This happened more than 20 years ago.

Night had fallen, and the wind was howling outside; the snow seemed to be falling heavily.

Guan Yunshu held the scroll, gazing at the snow falling heavily in the painting, Jiu'er's white clothes stained with blood, holding a sword and leading a horse, her small hands trembling uncontrollably.

She abruptly threw down the painting, pushed open the door, and rushed out into the courtyard.

She was determined to kill Shamantian.

rustle---
But when she arrived at the courtyard gate, she heard footsteps.

She stopped in her tracks and looked in the direction of the sound.

The snow is very heavy tonight, so heavy that you can get lost walking in it.

The sound of wind and snow whistling in my ears.

A figure slowly emerged from behind the snow curtain.

He carried a sword and led a horse, dressed in white, though his clothes were stained with blood.

He seemed to be in a great hurry. Despite being injured, he didn't have time to treat his wounds before rushing into the courtyard.

As Guan Yunshu gazed at the white-clad man amidst the snow, she was momentarily reminded of that painting.

The wine in the painting is also like that.

"you you……"

For some reason, Guan Yunshu's voice trembled slightly; she wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out.

The man in white stood at the foot of the hillside, looked up at her, and smiled slightly.

"I told you I wouldn't get lost... There are so many willow trees here, as soon as I see them, I know I'm home."

Guan Yunshu seemed to have lost all her strength, standing there in place. Then, remembering something, she said coldly:

"I'm going to kill Shamantian."

"He is dead."

Guan Yunshu stood there, stunned.

"Those whom Jiu'er couldn't kill back then, I will kill." The white-clad man at the foot of the hill, leading his horse and carrying his sword, walked up the hillside, continuing:
"Mo Jingxue is dead too, they're all dead, but I'm still alive... I can finally have some peace and quiet for a while..."

Before she could finish speaking, the nun, who always wore a monk's robe and was proud and independent, as if she looked down on everyone, actually started crying.

Guan Yunshu cried.

Tears fell like snowflakes in the night sky.

Zhao Wumian had never seen Guan Yunshu cry, nor had he ever imagined that she would cry.

He panicked.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

He quickly led the horse closer, and the nun lowered her head, weeping to herself.

The white breaths exhaled by the two people mingled in the snow.

Even as Guan Yunshu wept, her eyes remained clear and captivating, her beautiful big eyes gazing at Zhao Wumian's face.

The two always talked about everything, and whenever they were together, they would inevitably tease, bicker, and argue with each other.

But at this moment, Guan Yunshu didn't know what to say, so she simply said, "Let me treat your injuries first..."

The courtyard was filthy and messy. The two went to the riverbank and used the cold river water to wash and bandage their wounds.

Zhao Wumian was so cold that he grimaced.

After the injuries were treated, the snow gradually subsided, and looking into the distance, a slender crescent moon, resembling a tuft of reed shoots, could still be faintly seen on the horizon.

The two did not go back to the house, nor did they want to. They simply lay on the snow, watching the crescent moon together.

The entire world was pristine and pure.

Zhao Wumian remembered that he still had to sweep the tomb with Guan Yunshu.

But after the battle, he was utterly exhausted and just wanted to lie there in the soft snow and relax.

He didn't deliberately strike up a conversation with Guan Yunshu, nor did he try to find topics to talk about.

Guan Yunshu was not there either.

She was also lost in thought.

She wasn't one to daydream, but at that moment, she resembled her mother somewhat.

Even if the two of them didn't say anything, just lying together and looking at the moon, they felt content.

Zhao Wumian's stomach soon started growling.

He didn't get up, but instead asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Kind of."

"After we ride horses, let's go to town for something to eat. What would you like to eat?"

"It's all right."

"Anything is fine? Then I'll have to buy you some meat."

"kindness."

"Hmm?" Zhao Wumian glanced at Guan Yunshu, feeling puzzled, and then said:

"You're a nun, so forget it and continue eating vegetarian food. I'm going to eat a lot of meat later... a whole sheep!"

He continued, talking to himself, "Now that this matter is resolved, I can finally relax. I don't want to go anywhere anymore; I just want to live a decadent life and enjoy myself to the fullest..."

"Zhao Wumian, I'm not going to be a nun anymore."

"After resting in Yanyun for a while, we'll return to the capital..."

Zhao Wumian was still talking to himself and hadn't reacted when suddenly he paused and looked at Guan Yunshu in surprise.

Guan Yunshu lay in the snow, not looking at him, but still gazing at the moon.

Moonlight and fine snowflakes fell together on her face.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, but her expression remained calm.

It was as if she had made a decision.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Wumian asked in surprise.

"This humble nun decides not to establish a bridge between heaven and earth..."

Guan Yunshu changed his self-designation.

Not becoming a nun means escaping the tribulations of love; escaping the tribulations of love means she will never be able to bridge the gap between heaven and earth.

"Why? Didn't you used to look down on your poor martial arts skills?"

Zhao Wumian's heart began to pound. He never imagined that one day he would hear such words from Guan Yunshu.

"Because you are more important," Guan Yunshu said calmly.

Although her tone was calm, her slender shoulders were trembling.

Zhao Wumian looked at her for a long time to make sure she wasn't lying before lying back down in the snow.

Why did you suddenly compromise?

"Neither sudden nor compromising."

"what is that?"

"I've just figured it out."

"What have you figured out?"

“As I just said…you are more important than me becoming the Martial Champion, it’s that simple.”

Zhao Wumian remained silent.

Guan Yunshu remained silent.

She turned over, her back to Zhao Wumian, her delicate little ears blushing.

She was shy.

Zhao Wumian's heart began to pound again.

The two lay in the snow, neither speaking, but the atmosphere was completely different.

The warm atmosphere made even the heavy winter snow seem lovely.

After some time, they realized they couldn't possibly sleep in the wild all night, so they went back to the courtyard and thoroughly cleaned the old house.

The room was clean, but the rest of the household items were obviously unusable.

Such as bedding for sleeping.

There were bedding readily available in the saddlebag, but it was Zhao Wumian's to sleep in.

It wouldn't do to let Guan Yunshu sleep in his bedding... Zhao Wumian thought she would find it disgusting, so he said:
"I'll go to town and buy a new quilt."

Guan Yunshu held his wrist, lowered her head, and whispered:
"Why are you buying bedding so late at night?"

"You can always buy it if you have money..."

Guan Yunshu suddenly looked up at him, her eyes suggesting she thought he was being too dense.

For some reason, Zhao Wumian suddenly became nervous again.

He had lost count of how many times he had felt nervous in front of Guan Yunshu.

He composed himself, put his arms around Guan Yunshu's waist, and hugged her.

Guan Yunshu did not resist.

She closed her eyes, slightly raised her chin, and her cherry-colored lips, like flower petals, captivated Zhao Wumian.

The two moved a little closer.

boo~
Gradually, Guan Yunshu was picked up by Zhao Wumian and placed on the couch, on his bedding.

Guan Yunshu turned her head to the side, sniffed it, and then revealed a provocative smile.

"It stinks."

"I always said we should buy a new bed..."

"It's okay... I don't mind."

"Then you might as well not say anything."

Actually, it didn't smell very good; Zhao Wumian wasn't a slovenly person.

Therefore, this was the first time Guan Yunshu had ever lied in his life.

Zhao Wumian took off Guan Yunshu's embroidered shoes, and stroked her pure white silk stockings with his palm, wrapping them around her delicate feet.

Guan Yunshu's face was already as red as blood, but she did not resist.

Zhao Wumian played with the nun's feet, then leaned closer to smell them, and then laughed:

"It stinks."

That was also a lie; the nun's little feet had a strange, pleasant fragrance that made him feel hot all over.

But Guan Yunshu got angry when she heard this and forcefully shoved her foot into Zhao Wumian's mouth to kick him.

"Bah bah bah..."

Zhao Wumian moved her feet away and then bent down to kiss her.

Guan Yunshu kept resisting... feeling that Zhao Wumian's mouth had just kissed her foot.

But Zhao Wumian's hand pulled on Guan Yunshu's monk's robe.

She complied without resistance.

Squeak squeak —

With the soft rustling of clothes against skin, her snow-white skin and full, erect breasts appeared before him.

Zhao Wumian bent down.

Guan Yunshu's delicate body suddenly tensed up, and her eyes seemed to glisten with tears.

But at this moment, the two of them felt only happiness.

At dawn, fine snow fell inside and outside the courtyard.

The river flows gently.

rustle----

The sound of footsteps came.

The beautiful young woman took off her sacred monk's robe and put on a clean and simple dress.

She cut off her own long, black hair that reached her calves.

She had grown her hair for many years, but now she was cutting it off without hesitation.

She then put her hair up in a bun, which made her look more like a virtuous and gentle woman.

She was carrying a laundry tub filled with clothes.

She carried a small stool and sat by the river.

The hands that should be wielding weapons of the martial arts world are instead used to lay out washboards, roll up sleeves, and silently wash clothes by the river.

Her fair and delicate hands quickly turned red in the frigid river water.

But she didn't feel cold.

Looking up, all I could see was pure white.

The filth of the world seemed to be washed away by the snowflakes.

The girl had never imagined that snow could be so white, nor had she ever felt that her heart could be so open.

"call----"

The girl exhaled a breath of white air, and snowflakes fell.

She reached out and caught it, looking at the snow.

Snow is crystal clear and has beautiful hexagonal shapes.

A flower that resembles six petals.

(The Crane Emerging from the Flower Chapter, End.)
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