Invest In The Reborn Empress, She Actually Called Me Husband-In-Law

Several days passed in a flash.

During this period, classmate Xiao Li’s schedule was quite regular.

In the morning, it was his master's fighting lesson. He still couldn't resist Shang Wu's "intention", but he persisted for longer and longer, and even developed a mysterious "sixth sense".

It made him more comfortable doing double cultivation at night.

This is reflected in his control of his own inner breath, which will not bring too much burden to the object of dual cultivation, that is, Bingtuozi.

Li Mo discovered that now the two of them were practicing "Phoenix Ming Tianze" together, and their progress could only be described as extremely fast.

Originally, even if he could unite heaven and man, he still needed to continuously absorb the essence of heaven and earth and transform it into his own 'qi'.

With Bingtuozi, this process is more than ten times faster.

The unity of heaven and man, the rare spiritual pill, the severe beating from the master, and the dual cultivation with Bingtuozi.

Um...Did something weird get mixed in?

In short, his speed in the inner breath condensation state can only be described as riding a rocket.

But there's bad news.

His initial prediction was wrong.

Dantian is too tolerant, and it has the meaning of being open to all rivers. Originally, he thought that it would take ten days and eight months to condense the gas into liquid, but now it seems that it will take more effort.

Classmate Xiao Li is not in a hurry.

After all, the process of practicing is quite wonderful...

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[Investment feedback: A drop of Golden Crow blood. ]

[Golden Crow Blood]: "The bird, the yang essence, contains a trace of the power of the sun from the Golden Crow."

In the world seed.

Jiang Chulong's left and right hands were holding branches respectively, and the sound of waving could be heard.

Heavenly Venerable Master Yuan Shi turned his palm and took out a crystal bottle.

There are a few drops of pale golden liquid contained in it. It is not accurate to say that it is liquid, because they do not melt, but burn clearly, releasing a magnificent flame like a bean.

This is what Li Mo and Bingtuozi gained after practicing together for several days.

"Teacher...this little bean...is so warm."

Jiang Chulong hugged her knees and squatted down beside her, the firelight flickering in her eyes.

"This is Golden Crow blood."

Master Heavenly Venerable chuckled, as if this was just an ordinary thing to him.

"Jinwu? Teacher, you...even have this...?"

Jiang Chulong opened his mouth in surprise.

"Have you seen this thing?"

"I've seen... I've seen someone who looks a bit... a bit like it."

Jiang Chulong stumbled and talked about his experiences.

In the past, when no one played with her, she would sometimes sneak out of the cold palace, and one time she slipped out quite far.

"There are...there are many small...small cards..."

"And... Taizu's... statue..."

"There is a...three-legged crow...pecking at Grandpa Taizu..."

Li Mo heard that she was talking about the ancestral hall.

After listening for a while, he probably understood what Princess Jiang saw and heard.

She went to the ancestral hall and saw a black three-legged bird pecking at the statue of the Martial Emperor.

When the three-legged black bird was caught and beaten to death, the blood that spilled out was a bit like the bottle of Golden Crow blood in his palm.

"That one shouldn't be a real Golden Crow, but it has a trace of its blood."

"The real Golden Crow can turn into the sun."

Li Mo smiled.

Jiang Chulong nodded thoughtfully and said with some confusion:

"But...but the sun...isn't it Grandpa Martial Emperor?"

This brings up the question about Mr. Xiao Li’s knowledge blind spots.

It is indeed clearly recorded in historical records that Taizu Martial Emperor transformed into the sun, but whether this is true or not, who can tell clearly.

However, Princess Xiao Jiang did not struggle with this issue for too long.

"Teacher, this... is... for you."

Jiang Chulong took out a sachet from his arms.

The material is actually quite good. Although there is no embroidery on it, it is sewn very neatly.

She hesitated, tangled her fingers together, and didn't dare to look at the teacher's expression.

"I...I did it myself."

"Can you still do this?"

Lord Heavenly Venerable was surprised.

"Yes...yes...I learned it from the palace maid."

"Where did you find the material?"

"Buy...bought."

Seeing that the teacher seemed to like him very much, Jiang Chulong couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and spoke a little more fluently:

"I've been picking up a lot of things recently... knives, swords, and the like... in a fixed... place every day."

"Um?"

Master Heavenly Venerable was confused.

You can pick up swords on the street. Does this thing have automatic refresh?

But he didn't react until Princess Xiao Jiang talked about her experiences these days.

The endless trial has begun.

Every day, there are Jianghu people fighting each other.

Some of them, those who value martial arts, will find a place with a beautiful scenery to meet for a duel.

Our little Princess Jiang would wait quietly for them to finish each time, and then come out to clean the battlefield.

By the way, a hole will be dug to bury the loser, so that the deceased can rest in peace.

Li Mo: "..."

Touch the corpse?

He never expected that Princess Jiang's hobby of picking up garbage would evolve...

"No...can't you?"

"Safety comes first."

Li Mo thought for a while and finally taught her a breathing martial art.

"By the way, teacher...Brother Li...when will you be back?"

This is a question Jiang Chulong thinks about deeply and must ask every day when he leaves.

"today."

Lord Heavenly Venerable gave an affirmative answer.

The sect must send disciples and elders down the mountain to prevent chaos in Ziyang Fucheng.

He had known for a long time that as one of the top few in the martial arts competition, he would be stationed in Fucheng, and his master would follow. She was the elder, so naturally she would be the leader.

By the way...

It's about time, right?

Why doesn’t Master have any faith?

.....

"Huh? Going to Ziyang Fucheng?"

Facing the inquiry of the precious disciple.

Shang Wu, who was sitting on the recliner, had blank eyes.

She took off the small gourd and drank a few sips, then scratched her pink cloud-like shoulders and remembered:

"It really does happen."

"We should have set off two days ago."

Li Mo: "..."

Did you forget about co-authorship?

I found out after some asking.

Lao Xiao had already set off early and had probably been waiting at the agreed place for two days.

then.

Li Mo and Bingtuozi took the master and got on the carriage going down the mountain.

.....

Evening without sunset.

In a post house a hundred miles away from Ziyang Fucheng.

It rained heavily today, pattering on the eaves, and the diffuse water vapor made the outside completely white.

Despite the heavy rain, the business of the post house is getting better and better. Cups are being exchanged for cups, and there is a constant buzz of people.

"Did I leave too early?"

"But I've been waiting for two days..."

A young man wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a broken sword on his back was sitting in the corner eating, looking at the door from time to time.

After thinking about it, Xiao Qin felt that it was not his problem.

In the past few days, there have been a lot of troubles in the post house. There was often blood and dead people, and it was extremely tragic.

It can be seen that the endless trial has begun.

"Huh, endless trial."

At this time, an old voice sounded in his ears:

"I hate those notorious rats the most. They are like dog-skin plaster, and they penetrate every hole."

"If I hadn't been targeted by two evil killers, I wouldn't have..."

Martial Venerable obviously doesn't have a good impression of Xiaoyulou.

"Teacher, what kind of existence is Xiaoyulou?"

Xiao Qin couldn't help but be curious.

Even the teacher was forced into such a situation?

"In Xiaoyu Tower, the highest number is thirty-six Heavenly Killers, who take orders directly from the owner of the building. There are also seventy-two Earthly Killers, 360 people slaughtered, and countless unworthy killers."

"Haha, none of those guys who have made noise in the past two days can actually enter the building."

"How can someone who is qualified to enter Xiaoyu Tower be a common man dueling in broad daylight? They are a group of poisonous snakes who are only interested in profit and will do whatever it takes."

"Xiyulou is a being who dares to assassinate even the emperor's relatives."

"Give them money and they will do things for you."

Martial Venerable was deeply impressed by Xiaoyulou.

Xiao Qin asked thoughtfully:

"Will their assassination fail?"

"Failure means the money given is not enough, and they will ask you to add more money."

"..."

To a certain extent, Xiaoyulou is quite persistent.

Xiao Qin couldn't help but stay away from Xiaoyulou, who recognized money but not people.

He still prefers to deal with gentlemen like Brother Li...

at this time.

A figure broke through the rain curtain and stepped into the post house.

The bustling post house suddenly fell into deathly silence.

I saw that the man was extremely thin, with a short knife hanging on his waist. He stood there, and the ground was gradually dyed red.

What dripped from his body was not rain, but blood.

Qiang——

With everyone watching, he walked straight to sit opposite Xiao Qin.

"Brother, can I sit here?"

With that said, he asked the waiter for a bowl of beef noodles.

"Please feel free to do so."

Xiao Qin looked gloomy.

Master said, this person is not simple...

"Sir, as you said, your beef noodles don't have chopped green onion."

The waiter came running with a smile on his face.

The man squinted his eyes but didn't move his chopsticks. He just grinned and said:

"But...I don't eat beef."

This sentence.

Breaking the atmosphere of impending rain, the chilling atmosphere finally broke out.

Woo——

The waiter, who had been smiling just now, flicked the towel on his shoulder, and out of it came tiny needles like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

In the post house, there was a sound of swords being unsheathed.

"Zuoqiu Yang, today is the day you die!"

The diners, shopkeepers, and horsemen all rushed towards me with murderous intent.

Xiao Qin: "?"

So that person is sitting because...

In the whole post house, is he the only one who is not the killer?

Quite bald.