Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 70: The Two Evils of Pingyang
In Pingyang City, Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan, both dressed in straw raincoats and straw hats like gangsters, walked through the streets and alleys to the foot of Phoenix Mountain… Phoenix Mountain is to the north of Pingyang City, and if they walk straight in that direction, they will reach Xiaoxitian without even asking for directions.

Luo Chaoyan should have stayed in the yard, but she was also frightened by what Lao Li said. She was afraid that Zhao Wumian would really think that she would do something like "when the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden", so she followed Zhao Wumian closely.

It was undoubtedly impulsive, but Pingyang was not Taiyuan, and the King of Jin did not have so many spies. Luo Chaoyan had her face covered, and no one could tell her true identity just by looking at her figure... and the girl was probably feeling bored, having fled all the way from Qinfeng Village, worried and frightened, not daring to show up or talk much outside. Now that she was in Pingyang, with the elders of the Xu family and Zhao Wumian by her side, it would be okay for her to come out for a walk.

"The abbot of Xiao Xitian is Master Dongwen. He was a scholar in his early years, but then he suddenly became a Buddhist. He was already thirty years old that year..." Luo Chaoyan told Zhao Wumian about the abbot of Xiao Xitian. "He started practicing martial arts at the age of thirty, which undoubtedly meant he would achieve nothing. But Master Dongwen is a genius. He was able to build a bridge between heaven and earth after practicing martial arts for ten years. In the same year, he was named the martial arts champion by his father. Now he is over fifty years old and in his prime. His strength is estimated to be among the top three among the ten martial arts champions."

"For such a fierce man to be surrounded by a group of gangsters to prove his innocence, it's really..." Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly, and after a while he said, "A frequent visitor to the female channel."

Luo Chaoyan didn't understand what "female frequency" meant, and just smiled. "I have never met Master Dongwen, so I don't know much about him, but most people in Buddhism are like this. If the leader of the Sword Sect forced anyone to prove himself, he would cut off the person's tongue immediately."

"If such a person can educate Guan Yunshu... it can be regarded as the Buddha statue in the Little Western Paradise emitting green smoke."

Luo Chaoyan glared at Zhao Wumian, but unfortunately the hat blocked his view. "It's okay to say this in front of me, but don't talk nonsense outside. Pingyang is a holy place for Buddhism. If someone hears it, they will definitely beat you up."

"I am not a master of Dongwen. If anyone dares to pick a fight with me, I will definitely fight back."

While the two were talking, they had already arrived in front of the stone gate.

The stairs behind the stone gate meander upwards, clean and smooth, with snow all over the sides. A light breeze stirs up wisps of snow mist, making it look peaceful and tranquil. However, on the stairs are lying many wanderers, all with bruised faces and noses, wailing constantly.

A sturdy man wearing a monk's robe and with bare arms in the middle of winter was standing on the stone steps, holding a long stick. He was tall, and Zhao Wumian roughly estimated that he was about two meters tall. The sturdy man stood under the stone gate with his eyes wide open, like a door god.

There were still many wanderers gathered in front of the stone gate. They looked at each other but no one dared to step forward. They could only be heard whispering to each other.

"Guan Yunshu sent his true nature to guard the gate... who can get in?"

"Zhen Xing was already a master in Jin five years ago. I thought he was only a little behind Guan Yunshu. Now five years have passed, I wonder how he compares to Gui Kui?"

"I don't know. Gui Kui seldom comes to Pingyang to do business, and he doesn't fight with others easily."

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows frivolously. This guy was really a door god, but he was sent by Guan Yunshu.

That's easy to say.

Zhao Wumian led Luo Chaoyan through the crowd, immediately attracting everyone's attention. Zhao Wumian bowed slightly to Zhenxing and said, "I am Su Yanran. I have heard of the great name of Xiao Xitian for a long time. I came here to burn incense and worship Buddha."

All the martial artists present were speechless. With the sword on your waist, who would believe that you are here just to burn incense and worship Buddha? Someone reminded him, "This... Brother Su, your trick can't fool even a fool. If you really want to go to Xiaoxitian to see the Nine Bells, you still have to pass the test of Master Zhenxing."

Zhen Xing cast his eyes on Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan, and also gave a half-hand salute, saying neither servilely nor arrogantly: "There have been many things going on in Xiaoxitian recently. If we allow you to enter the temple at will, I am afraid something will happen. We have no choice but to resort to this last resort... Do you two brothers want to come together?"

Luo Chaoyan was slightly stunned when she heard this, and took a small step back, hiding behind Zhao Wumian, and then whispered in Zhao Wumian's ear: "Such a thing happened in Xiaoxitian, Miss Guan must be very worried, so she must have forgotten to remind her of the code 'Su Yanran'."

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly, not wanting to say anything more. He walked up a step and stood in front of Luo Chaoyan, "I am enough."

Zhenxing nodded, and then waited for a few seconds. Seeing that Luo Chaoyan was still hiding behind Zhao Wumian, only three steps away, he frowned and reminded him, "My dear brother, since you don't plan to go on the field, it's better to stay away. Swords have no eyes, don't hurt you."

Obviously he didn't recognize Luo Chaoyan as a woman.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand, "No need, you can't hurt her."

Let Luo Chaoyan stand further away. What if she gets kidnapped? Although the possibility is not high, Zhao Wumian obviously won't take the risk.

Luo Chaoyan glanced at Zhao Wumian's back. It was her first time going out with Zhao Wumian, and she was actually a little scared. But after hearing these words, she pursed her lips and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. It had been like that since the time in Taiyuan. As long as Zhao Wumian returned to the inn, she would feel safe.

Zhen Xing was slightly stunned, and then a little anger rose in his heart. Who is he looking down on? He raised the fine steel stick in his hand and tapped the ground lightly, and a crack appeared on the stone steps. "Brother, you are so arrogant. Don't get beaten to tears later."

Zhenxing's figure was already extremely tall, and at this moment, he was standing on the upper steps, glaring down at Zhao Wumian, looking like a King Kong.

Zhao Wumian was not afraid at all. He just glanced at the cracked stone steps and reminded: "If Guan Yunshu finds out about damaging the sect's public property, he will beat you up, right?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Zhen Xing snorted coldly, "You call me Senior Sister by her name. Are you familiar with her? Don't try to establish a relationship with her casually!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a bang, and Zhenxing hit the stone steps with his long stick again. His iron-like figure soared into the sky, and his tall body spun in the air. The long stick in his hand used the force of the spinning to chop down heavily with the force of splitting Mount Huashan, and a strong wind was set off around the long stick.

All the martial artists present were stunned. Did he really want to kill?
With his physique, if Zhao Wumian was hit by such a blow, everyone present had no doubt that he would turn into 'Zhao Wumian' on the spot.

But then a look of horror appeared in their eyes.

Luo Chaoyan was right behind Zhao Wumian, so he would not avoid her. He just stomped his feet hard, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward. The sword hanging on his waist turned from extremely still to extremely moving, and instantly stood up due to gravity.

The two were originally less than twenty stone steps apart. After Zhen Xing jumped up, he was only three feet away from Zhao Wumian... Zhao Wumian could cross this distance in less than a second.

Therefore, Zhen Xing jumped high into the air and raised the long stick in his hand. Before he could swing it, Zhao Wumian appeared in front of him in an instant, and the distance between them was not even three inches.

Zhenxing was slightly stunned, and then he saw Zhao Wumian tightly gripping the hilt of the knife, sweeping across with the knife and scabbard at an extremely fast speed. Fortunately, Zhenxing was already holding up a long stick, and with just a slight movement of his wrist, the long stick blocked the scabbard.

clang----

A muffled sound like that of a bell ringing immediately resounded through the mountains, startling the birds on Phoenix Mountain and causing them to scatter and chirp non-stop. The air wave even rushed to the side in the direction of Zhao Wumian's sweep, and the snow on the trunks of the ancient trees planted beside the steps was instantly swept away by the air wave, forming a fan-shaped white mist that appeared in the air.

Then Zhen Xing groaned as the force flowed through his arms, causing his blood to surge and his face to turn red. Although his arms were like iron pillars tightly holding the long stick, his body was blasted away by Zhao Wumian like a cannonball and smashed into the mountain on the side.

There was the sound of trees breaking, and Zhenxing broke several trees along the way before his strength subsided. Then he looked and saw that he was buried directly in the snow, with only a big hand holding a long stick stick sticking out of the snow.

Zhao Wumian fell down, but he didn't even look at the real nature. Instead, he raised his hand to protect Luo Chaoyan, and glanced around... Well, there was nothing unusual.

Luo Chaoyan covered her lips with her small hands and smiled.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Zhao Wumian shook his head gently, "When I usually fight with others, I always try my best to avoid flying in the air to avoid exposing my flaws. But you took the initiative to fly into the sky... Fighting in the martial arts world is not just about fighting and playing around. It's useless to have a cool posture."

After saying that, Zhao Wumian led Luo Chaoyan up the stone steps and walked towards the temple, leaving the whole place in dead silence.

The other monks on the steps also looked strange when they saw this, but they didn't dare to stop him.

When Zhenxing, who was buried in the snow, heard these words, it seemed that his heart was a little broken, and his hands holding the long stick softened a little.

After the figures of Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan slowly disappeared in the mist above the stairs, the crowd of martial artists in front of the stone gate began to whisper to each other.

"Zhen Xing can't even take a single move. This Brother Su's strength is probably comparable to Guan Yunshu's, right?"

"It's hard to say, but from the sound of his voice, he sounds quite young. I guess he is not much older than Guan Yunshu."

"He has gone to Xiao Xitian. If he is here to cause trouble, I guess the 'Pingyang Bully' will soon be replaced by the 'Pingyang Twin Devils'..."

(End of this chapter)