Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

After dark, the golden eagle came down happily.

Jiang Li approached step by step and saw that the silly eagle was still happy, stretching out its bird head for her to touch. For a moment she didn't know whether to beat him or not, so she raised her fist and hit the bird's head.

Only when he felt relieved did he let go of his hand. He glanced at the silly eagle with a head of silly hair and laughed non-stop.

[Hmm, what is the master laughing at? Did he find that I am majestic and powerful again? Hehe, that must be the case.]

The golden eagle laughed and flew around in circles, flapping its wings.

Jiang Li squinted his eyes because of the wind, and his fists were hard again. What should he do? He wanted to beat the stupid bird. This stupid bird was so angry that he shouted, "Silly bird, stop being so happy. Go catch some fish, or you won't have dinner."

[Woo woo, the master is so fierce, but it loves such a master, so handsome, I like it so much. 】

With a splash, it dived into the river, making a splashing sound, and a bunch of lively fish appeared on the shore.

The golden eagle shook, and water drops fell onto the ground. It cackled a few times. After Jiang Li heard it, he turned around and looked at the fish by the river, smiling kindly.

"Well, Diao Diao is really good. Go play by yourself. I'll call you over when it's ready. Be obedient, or you won't get spanked."

Seeing it running away, Jiang Li cleaned up the fish, took out two to stew soup, and made braised fish with the rest. It was not good to keep grilling the fish as it would easily cause indigestion and constipation.

The diet must be balanced and reasonable.

Mo Jue was cooking bamboo tube rice. Mo Yuan found a pile of firewood and sat beside her to help. The three of them worked together and soon the aroma of meat wafted out. The eagle that had gone out for a wandering came back following the scent.

Jiang Li listened to the harsh sound and said unhappily, "You are an eagle, not a sand sculpture. Stop wailing all day long. You are just like a husky. Just shut up and come and eat."

The golden eagle folded its wings, walked over in small steps, found a place to stand beside her, stretched its neck, and stared at the big iron pot with greed.

After Jiang Li gave it half, he prepared the rest for the three of them. As soon as he sat down, before he even took a bite, he felt something was wrong and looked in one direction with a frown.

"A Yuan, you come with bad intentions."

"Hmm? Who's here?"

"I don't know. I just feel like someone is getting closer and closer. I have a bad feeling about that. I don't think he's a good person."

Jiang Li looked at the pot with a look of deep sorrow. She had just cooked and had not had time to eat. If they fought at this time, it would be very unpleasant. If she was unhappy, no one else would be happy.

The anger that the golden eagle had caused during the day was rising rapidly.

The three of them stood up and looked in one direction with vigilant eyes.

a moment later

More than a dozen figures landed, led by a monk holding a Zen staff... The three of them frowned. Why would a monk come to find them? Judging from his robes, he should be from Wuliang Temple.

The one who comes is not good.

Wu Chen took a step forward, with a compassionate look on his face, and said to Amitabha Buddha: "Donor Jiang, long time no see. I am Wu Chen, the elder of Wuliang Temple. This time, I came to obey the will of heaven and eliminate the people who are causing trouble in the world."

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile: "Master, what you mean is that I am the disaster that brings disaster to the people, and you want to get rid of me, right? This is really the compassion of a monk."

The tone of the painting changed: "Have mercy on me, you old ancestor, if you want to kill me, I don't care who you are, you can't even think of returning alive."

The two sides confronted each other and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Mo Yuan looked at them coldly: "Master, based on just one hexagram, you are so sure that the princess is a disaster star. Isn't it too hasty? Besides, hexagrams are definitely accurate."

The smile on Wu Chen's face was gone, and there was an inexplicable coldness on his face. There was no trace of the compassion of a monk.

Jiang Li clapped his hands when he saw this, and said with a smile: "Look, you bald ass, stop pretending. Wouldn't it be better if you did this earlier? It's much more pleasing to the eye."

"Oh, you're here to kill people, but you have to pretend to be helping others to ascend. It's so incongruous and disgusting. If you want to kill me, then try and see if you can hurt me in the slightest."

"Also, if you fail to kill me today, I will have a grudge against Wuliang Temple. I will not stop until you destroy the temple. You are chasing me on the road just for a broken hexagram. You don't think I will act as if nothing happened, do you?"

Wu Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he laughed loudly: "Princess, you'd better not say anything nonsense. How can my Wuliang Temple be shaken by a small country? Even if I can't kill you today, I will send a letter to Emperor Ming in the future and he will hand you over."

Jiang Li sneered, "Idiot, my father doesn't have the guts. If he did, he would have handed me over to you long ago, not until now. If you want to do it, do it quickly, don't delay my meal."

"Oh, you are guests. I'll ask our ancestors to entertain you."

As he spoke, he took out something from behind him and held it in front of him. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared and he started crying.

“Great-grandfather, please show up soon. These damn bald donkeys want to kill me. I haven’t done anything wrong, but they actually want to kill me. This is so unfair!!”

The people in Wu Chen stood there in a daze, unable to come back to their senses for a long time. What was going on?

Until a rumbling thunder sounded overhead. He looked up and his face changed drastically. He looked at her in disbelief. Could this be the thunder and lightning that Wuyou had mentioned before? How was it possible?

How can a mortal control thunder and lightning? It is ridiculous.

Narrowing his eyes, Wu Chen raised the Zen stick in his hand, flew up and attacked Jiang Li with murderous intent in his eyes, determined to kill him right here and now.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan slapped him with his palm, and there was a loud bang.

Wu Chen took two steps back, suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and said disappointedly: "Master Mo, you are a general who fights for the people. How can you protect a witch? If this witch is not eliminated, there will be chaos in the world one day."

"Oh, all the men in the world are dead, and you want to push the blame onto a little girl. I don't care who she is. Anyway, she is my future wife, and no one can hurt her at all."

"Even if it means going against the whole world?"

Mo Yuan said with a firm look in his eyes, "Yes, even if I have to go against the whole world, as long as I am alive, no one can hurt her in the slightest. Who do you think you are? You say that monks are compassionate, but your current behavior is really worse than that of a villain."

Mo Jue stood beside him, shaking the folding fan in his hand, and said quietly: "Princess, you will be a member of my Mo family in the future. Mo family members protect their shortcomings, and no matter how big the mistake is, it is not the turn of outsiders to interfere."

"Since you are a monk, you should stay in the temple. Killing people to silence them is something that a monk should not do."

Before Wu Chen could say anything, thunderclouds gathered in the sky and countless lightning bolts struck down. The three men looked at them fleeing in a panic and stood aside to watch the show.

Jiang Li clapped the tablet in his hand and smiled: "Great-grandfather, you did a great job."