Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 6 The difference between cloud and mud
The morning light was faint, but the sunlight was suppressed by the continuous heavy snow, seeming a bit depressing.

Luo Chaoyan quickly found a large pot that was barely usable, lit a fire, put some snow in it, and boiled a pot of hot water.

Even though Su Qingqi wanted to lend a hand as a minister, there was no room for him to intervene.

This decisiveness is increasingly unlike that of an emperor, but knowing her experience, it is understandable.

Zhao Wumian searched around the village for a while with a knife in hand. The bloodstains had been covered by the snow, but one could vaguely see some broken limbs that Su Qingqi had not had time to bury, as well as some naked female corpses hiding in the inner room, all with signs of rape on their bodies.

The more Zhao Wumian looked at him, the heavier his mood became. Even a hot-blooded man would not be able to remain calm after seeing such a scene.

There were no living people in the village, not even the little baby hiding in the well or in the cupboard. Zhao Wumian searched for a while but only found some coarse linen clothes. The food must have been stolen from Qinfeng Village.

He thought for a moment, wrapped the bodies in sackcloth, moved them to a mound outside the village and buried them... There were so many bodies that they had to be buried in several batches.

Three horses were tied outside the house, snorting and twisting their heads left and right as Zhao Wumian walked around, hoping that he would give them some fodder.

Luo Chaoyan and Su Qingqi were also looking at him through the cracks in the window.

Gurgle, gurgle, the snow in the big pot has been melted, and the red flame under the iron pot has dispelled the winter chill.

Luo Chaoyan came back to her senses, turned her head to look at Su Qingqi, and asked her in detail about everything that happened after she met Zhao Wumian.

Su Qingqi answered everything.

After saying that, the two girls frowned again. With just this little information, they had no idea who Zhao Wumian was... Apart from his name, they knew nothing about him.

"My father taught me in the palace that if you employ someone, trust him. If you doubt him, don't employ him." Luo Chaoyan poked the fire with a small wooden stick, and the fire made a crackling sound, and sparks flew everywhere. "He needs something from me, and I need something from him, so I should trust him a little more."

Su Qingqi did not reply. Luo Chaoyan could trust Zhao Wumian, but as a subject, she could not trust a person of unknown origin, no matter how much she admired his character.

crunch.

Zhao Wumian pushed the door open and walked in, followed by a cold wind. He closed the door and walked quickly to the fire to warm himself. He looked at Su Qingqi and said, "I only saw the corpse of the village girl. There are not many piles of earth outside the village. It doesn't seem like the population of a village... Miss Su saw the corpse of a young man yesterday?"

Su Qingqi collected her thoughts, shook her head slightly, and guessed: "There are only the bodies of the elderly, the weak, women and children... The rest of the villagers may have been tied up by Qinfeng Village to do odd jobs."

Zhao Wumian rubbed his hands and moved closer to the fire. "Bandits are not sons of noble families. They don't need servants to serve them. At most, they have unique tastes and kidnap a few men to take back as male concubines... Few men can endure the humiliation after their wives and daughters are raped and killed. Most of them will just fight with the bandits."

"What do you mean, Master?"

"I guess she was sold to someone for labor or something." Zhao Wumian said calmly, then he picked up his long sword, pointed outside the house, looked at Su Qingqi and asked, "You're free anyway, why don't you teach me martial arts..."

The topic changed too quickly. Su Qingqi was still hesitating in her heart whether to go and save people. After hearing this, she came back to her senses, picked up the scabbard, stood up, and shook her head secretly in her heart, thinking that she was on the run at this moment. How could she have time to do chivalrous things? Did she really think she was just going to have fun? If not, she would have killed Qin Fengzhai without leaving a single person alive.

The two did not dare to go far. Just behind the house, the villagers of Jiangpan Village originated from a long river beside the village. However, the river was frozen at this moment and covered with heavy snow, making it no different from flat ground.

Luo Chaoyan opened the window, moved a small stool, propped up his chin and looked at the two of them, making sure that he was within their sight range, but his eyes were somewhat dull, and it was obvious that he was still thinking about the affairs of the court.

"Your sword..." Zhao Wumian looked at the scabbard in Su Qingqi's hand. He didn't know what material it was made of. It was blue-black in color, dotted with mysterious patterns. There was also a piece of red cloth hanging on the scabbard, but it was empty without the sword... The sword was still stuck in Wu Ming's body.

"It's okay. We will get Qingming back from Wu Ming sooner or later." Su Qingqi used the scabbard as a sword and pointed it at the snow surface. "What I learned is the Su family's secret, the Yuehua Sword, which is divided into two parts: sword moves, and sword intent... Sword intent cannot be forced, we can only practice hard day and night for enlightenment. Let's start with sword moves... Let's see the first move, Spring and Autumn Drunken Moon!" As soon as the words fell, the scabbard was suddenly raised and stabbed towards the snow surface. The speed was not fast, but very rhythmic, just like the fairy Chang'e flying on the moon, ethereal and illusory.

call!
It seemed like an ordinary stab, but it turned out to be a whistling gale, which blew up the snow surface violently with the tip of the sheath as the origin, revealing an ice surface with a diameter of several meters.

"Puh, puh, puh!" Zhao Wumian was covered in snow, but he was extremely surprised. After the battle with Wu Ming last night, he thought that in this world he was at most a low-level martial artist, the kind in "Swordsman", but looking at Su Qingqi's sword, his martial arts level in this world was at least at the level of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber". He just didn't know what the peak martial arts level in this world was like... Could he cultivate immortality and live forever?

Su Qingqi used the scabbard to make a sword flower. After demonstrating it once, she introduced in detail the way to use the force, breathing techniques and other specific details of "Spring and Autumn Drunken Moon". Then she raised her head and looked at Zhao Wumian, "My strength is certainly not as good as yours, but the martial arts I have learned are not necessarily worse than yours. It's just that my cultivation is not good enough..."

As she spoke, Su Qingqi looked at the long sword on Zhao Wumian's waist again, hesitated for a moment, raised her hand and handed over the scabbard, "To learn Yuehua Sword, you cannot do without Yuehua Sword Intent. I learned swordsmanship before I learned to walk. Qingming has been with me for fourteen years, so the scabbard is naturally stained with a lot of sword intent... Young Master, practice swordsmanship with the scabbard, and feel it carefully, and you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort."

Zhao Wumian raised his hand to take it, weighed it carefully, and found it was much heavier than he expected.

"The road to martial arts is as slow as spring and autumn, so don't rush it. Young master's martial arts are unparalleled. As the saying goes, if you master one method, you can master all methods. I think it will be easy for you to get started. However, the Moonlight Sword is not a fist and kick skill that can be seen everywhere on the roadside. 'Spring and Autumn Drunken Moon' is the foundation of all subsequent sword moves. It must be practiced to perfection, so we will only learn this move this month..."

Before he finished his words, Zhao Wumian followed Su Qingqi's example and stabbed the ice surface diagonally.

boom!
The ice surface broke on the spot with a deafening sound. The snow on the eaves fell down with a rustling sound. Su Qingqi was caught off guard and fell into the winter river with a splash with a "ah". Zhao Wumian naturally fell into the water as well.

Luo Chaoyan came to his senses and hurried over, only to see a white shadow piercing out of the water like a sharp sword and landing beside Luo Chaoyan. It was Su Qingqi.

She was soaked all over, and her thick pink and white jacket was clinging to her body. Although no spring scenery could be seen, one could still glimpse some of the charm of twigs and fruits.

Her face was blushing and a bit stunned. Although Zhao Wumian was trying hard and his posture was a bit awkward, that move was undoubtedly the Moonlight Sword. If he practiced more, he would probably make the progress she made in more than ten years in less than a month...

Gurgle, gurgle...some bubbles appeared in the clear river water, but Zhao Wumian had not yet come ashore.

The two women looked at each other and took a few steps closer to the ice cave. With a splash, Zhao Wumian was holding a fat river fish. He wiped his face and said in surprise, "We have fish! We just went around the village and had nothing to eat. Now we have fish to eat!"

Crunchy——

Three plump river fish were skewered on wooden sticks and placed next to the fire; the fish skin and fat were roasted until they crackled.

Su Qingqi took off her pink and white jacket, revealing the white bellyband underneath. The bellyband was tied tightly with a thin rope on the back. As Su Qingqi moved, it felt like the thin rope would break in the next moment.

She picked up the coarse linen shirt hanging nearby and muttered, "With such talent and strength, you still need to learn martial arts from me? You're really not insulting me?"

Zhao Wumian was so curious about the martial arts he had mastered that he practiced them tirelessly alone behind the house.

Luo Chaoyan closed the doors and windows tightly, and washed her face and black hair with boiled hot water. After a while, she took out a pill from her arms and put it into a worn-out porcelain bowl that she had washed with water. She then poured in hot water to wait for the pill to dissolve. At the same time, she raised her eyelids and looked at it curiously.

"You are the youngest Yuan Kui in Dali. Judging from his voice, he is older than you, so he is stronger than you... If we really compare talents, how does he compare to you?"

Su Qingqi's face became strange, and she stammered for a long time before uttering a word.

"The difference between cloud and mud."

(End of this chapter)