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

"Doudou, if you are really in trouble, I don't think Mu'er will make it difficult for you..."

Yin Huanping opened her mouth and was about to say something.

However, he found that Xu Doudou reached his hand into Gu Nagnao's clothes, fumbled around for a while, took out a bamboo slip, and placed it in front of Li Mu.

"Here! Since the princess is pleading for you, I, Xu Doudou, am not someone who doesn't understand!"

Xu Doudou's cheeks puffed up slightly, and after she finished speaking, she turned her back and ignored Li Mu.

The corners of Yin Huanping's mouth twitched, and she looked at the bamboo slips on the table and advised:

"Since it's a kind gesture from Doudou, then... just accept it?"

Li Mu reached out and picked up the bamboo slips, which were still warm.

He looked at Xu Dou Dou strangely.

Obviously, these bamboo slips had been prepared long ago.

"Thanks…"

Li Mu gritted his teeth and managed to utter two words.

Logically, he should be grateful.

But in this situation right now, I really can’t be grateful…

Li Mu thought about it and decided to open the bamboo slips.

Smelling the faint body fragrance lingering on the bamboo slips, his brows gradually furrowed.

The content on the bamboo slips was very simple. It first gave a brief introduction to the Qihe Sword, and then the so-called method of cracking it.

But the more Li Mu looked at this Qihe sword, the more familiar it seemed.

"Mohist?"

Most of Li Mu's current Kung Fu comes from Mohism.

He was sure that he was not mistaken. This Qihe Sword was exactly the same as the Mohist School's.

In other words, it is very similar to Mo Liuying's approach.

This Qihe sword technique is clearly a sword technique that evolved from "Self-Restraint" combined with the Mohist tradition.

At this time, Xu Doudou, who was originally angry, saw Li Mu's frown and suddenly said:

"I know all the contents here. If you don't understand, you can..."

Li Mu frowned. When he heard Xu Doudou's words, he stretched out two fingers and waved them in the air, which immediately caused a loud bang.

"You...you...you can use the Qihe Sword!"

Xu Doudou looked at Li Mu in disbelief, his eyes flickering, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

At the same time, Nanny Xian appeared behind the Queen, her brows tightly furrowed, but then relaxed after a moment.

After hearing what Xu Doudou said, Li Mu became more certain of his guess.

He looked up at Xu Doudou and asked:

"You said before that you have a friend in the Mohist school who is proficient in witchcraft and escape?"

"Huh? Hmm!"

Xu Doudou seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock and just nodded mechanically.

Then he was stunned, frowned and looked at Li Mu, and asked:

"You haven't told me yet why you know the Qihe Sword!"

"Little girl, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not using the Qihe Sword, it's just a little similar."

At this time, Nanny Xian spoke up and answered for Li Mu.

Li Mu glanced at Nanny Xian and nodded.

Originally, Li Mu was just curious about the Qihe Sword.

After all, at Li Mu's current level, martial arts moves are just icing on the cake.

This Qihe Sword is a powerful weapon at the second level, but after entering the first level, it is really not good enough.

What concerned Li Mu was that "Self-Restriction" was clearly the secret of Mohism, so how could it be passed on to Rongyi?

If Li Mu didn't have such a close relationship with Mu Zhen, he would never have been able to learn this skill.

Even in the Mohist school, the only people who understand "Self-restraint" nowadays are Mo Wuyan and his grandson Mo Liuying.

"Xian'er, who do you think has a better chance of winning, Qing Yi or the ninth son of the Jiang family?"

At this time, the queen suddenly asked.

Nanny Xian glanced at Li Mu. She knew the Queen's intentions. After thinking for a while, she said in an ambiguous tone:

"The Ninth Young Master is practicing the martial arts of the Rongyi people, which is different from the martial arts of our dynasty. Maybe, possibly, he can achieve victory by surprise."

"Besides, a duel also depends on the state at the time. If the prince is not in good condition at the time, the outcome...is hard to predict."

Having said that, except Xu Dou Dou, everyone else understood what Nanny Xian meant.

Unless there is a miracle, even if Li Mu's hands and feet are tied up, Song Chi is afraid that he will not be his match.

The Queen glared at Nanny Xian, as if blaming her for being too honest.

With this episode, silence returned to the carriage again.

Li Mu pretended to look at the bamboo slips, but he was actually calculating in his mind.

As a time traveler, Li Mu would not be too proud of what he has.

But foreigners are excluded.

Especially this Rongyi, who always reminded Li Mu of a group of people who also lived on the island.

I just can't like it anyway.

Especially since the Mohist school had done Li Mu a favor, and Li Mu was thinking about that person's future great man.

Regarding this incident, Li Mu felt as if his things had been stolen.

There is no way we can just let this go.

...

As he was thinking, the sky gradually darkened. As soon as the convoy entered the city, Li Mu said goodbye to the queen.

It has been nearly a month since Li Mu last saw Xiao Zhao and the others, and he has been getting impatient.

However, even at night, carriages were not allowed to run in the capital.

The sound of horse hooves clattered along the streets of the capital. Li Mu looked at the moonlight outside the window and hummed a leisurely tune.

...

At the same time, the exquisite waterside pavilion.

Ying Yu held two hammers and smashed them hard at the man in black in front of him.

However, the man in black simply swung the long sword in his hand and easily resolved the powerful attack.

Ying Yu frowned, but her mouth did not open or close. However, her cold and stern voice spread throughout the courtyard:

"Trapped Formation!"

The guards who were about to step forward to fight, upon hearing Ying Yu's order, retreated one after another, cut their palms together, and spilled blood on the tokens on their waists.

Then a voice: "Sleepy!"

The guards were covered in blood and in the blink of an eye, they enveloped the man in black.

"Nothing more than that!"

The black-clothed man's pronunciation sounded a little strange. He swung the long knife in his hand, and a huge crack suddenly appeared on the cage formed by blood and energy.

The guards' faces immediately turned pale and they spat out blood.

"kill!"

At this time, Ying Yu's voice sounded again.

The guards who received the order shouted in unison: "Kill!"

The cage formed by blood and energy shrank instantly, and countless steel knives seemed to appear on the inner wall, stabbing at the man in black.

Seeing this, the man in black snorted coldly, raised the knife above his head with both hands, and then chopped it down to the bottom. The huge long knife phantom pierced through the blood prison and chopped straight towards Ying Yu.

Ying Yu's hands holding the two hammers trembled, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he was helpless.

at this time.

Behind Ying Yu, the phantom of a giant axe also appeared and rushed forward to meet the long sword.

The two phantoms shattered as soon as they touched each other.

The man in black sneered and raised his sword again.

Swish, swish, swish.

Three knife shadows slashed out at the same time.

Outside the yard, Chuntao and Xiahe, who rushed over after hearing the noise, were both shocked when they saw this scene.

I wanted to step forward, but I knew it was too late.

At this moment, a cold snort came from behind Ying Yu, and a white sword energy less than half a meter long instantly shattered the knife shadow and slashed towards the man in black.

"This is impossible!"

Before the man in black could react, he spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back two steps, and collapsed to the ground.

Su Yuwei held the sword in one hand and held Xiao Zhao in the other, and slowly walked to Ying Yu's side, and asked with concern:

"Is everything okay?"

Ying Yu pursed her lips and lowered her head slightly, but did not speak.

The hands holding the two hammers secretly exerted force, obviously very unwilling.

Seeing this, Su Yuwei didn't say much. She looked at Xiao Zhao unhappily, complaining in her tone, but more of it was concern:

"Why are you trying to show off? If you get hurt, how will you explain it to your young master when he comes back?"

"Boss, what should I do with this person?"

At this time, several guards who still had the strength left tied up the man in black and brought him to Ying Yu.

"I am the senior brother of the Ninth Master Jiang. You dare to touch me? Just let me go and I will pretend that this never happened!"

The man in black looked at Su Yuwei, with greed in his eyes undisguised.

"You're good! I'll remember you!"