Investing in the Rebirth Empress, She Called Me Husband

Several days passed in a flash.

During this time, Xiao Li's daily routine was quite regular.

In the morning, Master taught him how to fight. He still couldn't stand Shang Wu's "intention", but he persisted longer and longer, and even developed a "sixth sense" in the dark.

It made his double cultivation in the evening more and more handy.

This was reflected in his control of his inner breath, which would not bring too much burden to the double cultivation partner, that is, Bingtuozi.

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

Originally, even if he could achieve unity of man and nature, he still needed to constantly absorb the essence of heaven and earth and transform it into his own "qi".

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

Unity of man and nature, elixir and rare treasures, Master's beating, plus double cultivation with Bingtuozi.

Uh...did something strange get in?

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

But there is also bad news.

He made a mistake in his initial estimate.

The Dantian is too tolerant, like the sea embracing all rivers. He originally thought that it would take ten days or eight months to condense the qi into liquid, but now it seems that it will take more time.

Student Li is not in a hurry.

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

[Congratulations to the host for successfully assisting Ying Bing in practicing. ]

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

[Golden Crow blood]: "The bird is the yang essence, containing a trace of the sun power of the Golden Crow."

In the world seed.

Jiang Chulong held branches in his left and right hands, and the sound of waving was endless.

Lord Yuanshi Tianzun turned his palm and took out a crystal bottle.

The few drops of light golden liquid contained in it were not quite accurate to say that they were liquids, because they did not blend together, but burned distinctly, releasing a gorgeous flame like a bean.

This was what Li Mo and Bingtuozi got from their dual cultivation over the past few days.

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

Jiang Chulong squatted beside him with her knees hugged, the fire flickering in her eyes.

"This is the blood of the Golden Crow."

Tianzun chuckled, as if this was just a common thing for him.

"Golden Crow? Teacher, you... even have this...?"

Jiang Chulong opened her mouth in surprise.

"Have you seen this thing?"

"I've seen... something a little... a little similar."

Jiang Chulong stumbled and talked about what she had seen and heard.

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

"There are... a lot of small... small signs..."

"And... a statue of Taizu..."

"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 roughly understood what Princess Jiang had seen and heard.

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

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

"That bird should not be the real Golden Crow, but a trace of its blood."

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

Li Mo smiled.

Jiang Chulong nodded thoughtfully, and then asked in confusion:

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

This question asked Li's blind spot.

Historical records do clearly record that Emperor Wu turned his body into the sun, but who can tell whether it is true or not.

However, Princess Jiang did not dwell on this issue for too long.

"Teacher, this....I'll give it to you."

Jiang Chulong took out a sachet from her arms.

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

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

"I... made it myself."

"You can do this?"

The Lord Tianzun was surprised.

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

"Where did you find the material?"

"I bought it... I bought it."

Seeing that the teacher seemed to like it, Jiang Chulong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and spoke more fluently:

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

"Huh?"

The Lord Tianzun was puzzled.

You can pick up swords on the street, and can this thing refresh automatically?

But after Princess Jiang told him about her experience these days, he realized it.

The trial of the underworld has begun.

Every day, there are Jianghu people fighting each other.

Some of them who are martial arts-minded will find a place with good scenery to duel.

Our little Princess Jiang will wait quietly for them to finish fighting, and then come out to clean up the battlefield.

By the way, she will also dig a pit to bury the loser and let the dead rest in peace.

Li Mo: "...."

Touch the corpse?

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

"No...Is it not possible?"

"Safety comes first."

Li Mo thought about it and finally taught her a breath-retaining 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 Tianzun 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 believe it?

.....

"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 Bing Tuozi 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..."

Qianxing Wuzun obviously doesn't have a good impression of Xiaoyulou.

"Teacher, what kind of existence is Xiaoyu Tower?"

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 evil spirits, 360 human slaughterers, 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 gang 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’ll do things for you.”

Qianxing Wuzun was deeply impressed by Xiaoyu Tower.

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 ran over 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 grooms all rushed towards him with murderous intent.

Xiao Qin: "?"

So that person is sitting because...

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

Quite bald.