I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

Li Mu looked at Mu Zhen blankly. He knew that this was a skill that only the great masters of the Mohist school could learn.

Then I heard Mu Zhen say: "The "Corpse Sutra" you mentioned before, the Mo family does have it, but that old ghost Mo refused to exchange it, so I used the star iron to exchange it for this."

"Change?"

Li Mu was a little skeptical. No matter how precious the star iron was, could it really be exchanged for the Mohist inheritance?

Mu Zhen smiled and briefly explained what had happened.

After hearing this, Li Mu looked at Mu Zhen with a strange look in his eyes, and thought to himself, "Can this be considered an exchange? Isn't this stealing?"

Yesterday, Mo Wuyan called Mu Zhen into the house privately to discuss the issue of star iron.

The two have been friends for decades and they understand each other.

Mo Wuyan then asked Mu Zhen directly what conditions he wanted in exchange for the star iron.

Mu Zhen immediately mentioned the "Corpse Sutra" that Li Mu had mentioned.

However, this time Mo Wuyan refused to compromise no matter what, and bluntly stated that the "Corpse Sutra" recorded methods of controlling and refining corpses.

The Mohist school has an ancestral teaching that this thing is against the harmony of nature and must never see the light of day again.

Mu Zhen naturally knew that Mo Wuyan would not lie to him, so he gave up the idea of ​​exchanging the "Corpse Sutra".

He immediately mentioned that there might be problems with the martial arts Li Mu was currently practicing, and that the Confucian martial arts he was practicing were not suitable for Li Mu.

On the contrary, Mohism's "Self-Restriction" is very suitable for Li Mu to practice.

Although Mo Wuyan seriously rejected Mu Zhen, Mu Zhen saw that Mo Wuyan took out "Self-Restraint" from somewhere, put it on the table, and left the room first.

So Mu Zhen left the box containing the star iron in the house and took away the bamboo slips that recorded the "Self-Restraint" technique.

In fact, Li Mu was somewhat moved. Mu Zhen was a great scholar and the pride of a scholar, yet he would do this for him.

Originally, I thought it was okay to just hang out at a romantic gathering, but now I plan to take it seriously. As a disciple, I must not embarrass my teacher in any way.

Mu Zhen seemed to see through Li Mu's thoughts, smiled, and said:

"You don't have to worry about this. The fact that the old ghost Mo didn't catch up with me today means that he agreed to this matter. This technique was obtained through an open and aboveboard exchange. You don't have to worry about it."

Li Mu did not insist on talking nonsense at this moment. He would give his all in the subsequent Fengxue Yaji, which would be the best way to thank them for their kindness now.

"Teacher, what is the star iron used for?"

Li Mu was a little curious about what kind of treasure it was that the Mohist leader valued it so much, and asked in confusion.

Mu Zhen shook his head and said, "I don't know the details, but this star iron was found together with your Shisui."

Li Mu then remembered the conversation between Mu Zhen and Mo Wuyan during the duel with Mo Liuying that day, and bowed again to thank him:

"Thank you, teacher, for giving me this magical weapon."

Hearing this, Mu Zhen narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard and smiled:

"Hahaha, you really heard our conversation. You have cultivated both your inner and outer strength, and have a strong physique. You are truly a rare genius that only appears once in a century."

Li Mu scratched his head a little embarrassedly, thinking that except for the "Art of Hidden Sword" he practiced at the beginning, he was more diligent in practicing the non-sword moves.

Afterwards, he even stopped taking the medicinal bath for body training, and somehow he became a genius.

Originally, Li Mu wanted to ask more about the Book of Songs, but Mu Zhen obviously didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Li Mu also couldn't understand how the "Book of Songs", which was clearly a record of poetry, became a weird secret book that recorded the refining and controlling of corpses.

Afterwards, Mu Zhen drove Li Mu out of the carriage and told him to study "Self-control" carefully, as this skill was different from ordinary martial arts.

He also reminded them to hurry on their journey and not stop any longer except for necessary supplies and feeding the horses, so as to reach Jing'an City as soon as possible.

For four consecutive days, everyone rested in the carriage.

Li Mu also followed Mu Zhen's instructions and studied "Self-Restraint" carefully.

This "Self-Discipline" is indeed a magical Kung Fu. The techniques in it allow Li Mu to integrate all the Kung Fu he has learned before. Compared with before, it is similar but different.

He has his own style, which is unique to Li Mu.

However, his Qi cultivation was still the same as when Li Mu first practiced "Qian Yuan Liu Wu", with no progress at all.

On this day, Li Mu was lying on the roof of the carriage as usual.

These days, the roof has been Li Mu's main resting place.

Originally, Ying Yu insisted on keeping watch for the few people, but Li Mu's male chauvinism kicked in. How could he hold the beautiful girl in his arms while letting such a delicate little girl sleep outside the carriage?

I don’t know if it’s because Ying Yu took off the heavy helmet and put on girl’s clothes.

Li Mu really liked this little Loli more and more, and completely forgot about the sight of her holding two hammers and fighting with others.

Especially at Li Mu's strong request, Ying Yu no longer spoke to Li Mu using ventriloquism, and instead spoke back to that sweet and sticky loli voice.

With those big watery eyes of Caroline, Li Mu almost couldn't help but want to pick her up and lift her high several times.

Ying Yu went from being a guard of the group to being a cute mascot of the team.

But Ying Yu didn't seem to like this feeling. When Li Mu repeatedly asked Ying Yu to call him brother, he was finally hit in the heart by Ying Dachui.

The cute little girl's voice was gone, replaced by the cold mature lady's ventriloquy. No matter how hard Li Mu tried to please her, it was of no use.

"Husband, Jing'an City is just ahead!"

Li Mu was lying on the roof, enjoying the rare autumn sunshine. When he heard Su Yuwei's voice, he sat up suddenly and said with a smile:

"We've finally arrived!"

. . . . . .

Yanshan City, in front of the gate of Prince Yan’s Palace.

A man dressed in a gorgeous gentleman's robe, with a handsome face and an upright posture, stood with his head held high.

"Your Highness, I will go and knock on the door right now!"

Zhao Chuxi nodded, secretly wondering, wasn't it said that today was the day that the Prince of Yan took a concubine? Not only did he make it known to the world, but he even treated her as his legal wife.

But now, the front of the palace is deserted and the door is closed, which does not look like a happy day at all.

Of course, Zhao Chuxi did not come to congratulate Li Mu, but to cause trouble.

As Zhao Chuxi's most beloved sister and one of the candidates for Zhao Chuyi's son-in-law, Li Mu's behavior was clearly a slap in the face of the royal family.

In Zhao Chuxi's opinion, his sister is extremely beautiful, and Li Mu should observe male ethics, stay at home and cultivate his character, looking forward to the emperor's marriage.

But Li Mu's behavior of taking a concubine in name only but actually marrying a wife clearly said, "I don't want to marry a princess, and I don't want to be a prince consort!"

How could Zhao Chuxi, a sister-slave, bear this? When he heard the news, he traveled thousands of miles from the capital to Yanshan City in the name of congratulations.

Not long after, a small hole opened at the side door of Prince Yan's Mansion, and an old woman in her fifties leaned in and looked outside.

He first looked at the man knocking at the door, then looked at the man in brocade clothes behind him and the long convoy behind him.

He knew that the visitor was no ordinary person, so he hurried out of the house and bowed, saying:

"I don't know which family this young man is visiting. Please let me know his name so that I can report it to the host family on your behalf."

Without waiting for the servant to speak, Zhao Chuxi asked in person:

"Isn't it that we are going to hold a wedding? I have prepared generous gifts. Is this how the Prince of Yan's Mansion entertains guests?"

The old woman frowned slightly, and was a little displeased to hear Zhao Chuxi's domineering words, but she still replied respectfully:

"The wedding was held seven days ago. I'm afraid you haven't received the news."

"It's been done? Did I remember the date wrong?"

Zhao Chuxi was slightly stunned and asked in confusion.

The old woman was not prepared to answer Zhao Chuxi's question. She just smiled and kept silent.

"Impossible. I remember the date clearly. They must have changed it."

At this time, the man who had just knocked on the door leaned over to Zhao Chuxi and spoke in a low voice.

When Zhao Chuxi heard this, he looked slightly angry and raised his head and said:

"I have come all the way here, but you changed the date without informing me in advance. Go and ask Li Mu to come out and see me."

The old woman looked troubled, gritted her teeth and apologized:

"Sir, unfortunately, my prince went on a long journey a few days ago."

"Huh? Then let Li Ling'er come out."

Zhao Chuxi heard this and said without giving up.

"The princess left the house earlier. I don't know when she will be back. Why don't you go to the side hall and rest first?"

The old woman could see that this young man in brocade clothes was of great importance and would definitely not offend him, so she asked carefully.

But Zhao Chuxi came here just to cause trouble, and he must be welcomed in by the people from Prince Yan's Mansion, otherwise he would lose his dignity.

After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then let Li Wu, that little idiot, come!"

"In reply to your words, the Fourth Young Master left the house with the Crown Prince."

The old woman was a little embarrassed and explained reluctantly.

Zhao Chuxi narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the old woman in front of him. He always felt that the old woman was teasing him.

At this time, a lazy and soft voice came from the mansion. This voice was gentle and pleasant, and it lingered in Zhao Chuxi's ears for a long time:

"What happened?"