After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

“There are… a lot of small… small signs…”

"And... the statue of Taizu..."

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

Li Mo could tell 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 Taizu Wu.

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

"That shouldn't be the real Golden Crow, but rather a trace of its bloodline."

"A true Golden Crow can transform into the sun."

Li Mo smiled.

Jiang Chulong nodded thoughtfully, and then said with some confusion:

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

This brings us to Xiao Li’s blind spots in knowledge.

Historical records do clearly state that Emperor Taizu Wu turned himself into the sun, but no one can tell whether this is true or not.

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

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

Jiang Chulong took out a sachet from her arms.

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

She stammered, her fingers tangled together, not daring to look at the teacher's expression.

"I...I made it myself."

"Do you know how to do this?"

Lord Tianzun was surprised.

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

"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 stuff lately... knives, swords, and things like that... I'm always picking up things in the same place... every day."

"Ok?"

Lord Tianzun was puzzled.

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

But after Princess Jiang told him about her experiences over the past few days, he finally came to his senses.

The endless trial has begun.

Every day, there are martial artists fighting each other.

Some of them who have martial ethics will find a place with beautiful scenery to duel.

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

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

Li Mo: “….”

Touching the corpse?

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

"No...Isn't it possible?"

"Safety comes first."

Li Mo thought about it and finally taught her a martial art of concealing breath.

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

This is the question that Jiang Chulong always thinks about and asks herself every day when she walks.

"today."

Lord Tianzun gave an affirmative answer.

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

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

Speaking of which...

It’s about time, right?

Why hasn’t there been any letter from Master?

.....

"Huh? Going to Ziyang Prefecture City?"

Facing the questions from his beloved disciple.

Shang Wu, sitting on the recliner, had a dazed look in her eyes.

She took off the small gourd and gulped down two mouthfuls, then scratched her pink cloud-like shoulders and thought:

“That’s really the case.”

"We should have left two days ago."

Li Mo: “….”

So you forgot, right?

I found out after some inquiries.

Lao Xiao had already set off early and probably waited at the agreed location for two days.

then.

Li Mo, along with Bingtuozi and his master, got on the carriage going down the mountain.

.....

An evening without a sunset.

In an inn a hundred miles away from Ziyang City.

It rained heavily today, crackling against the eaves, and the pervasive water vapor made the outside appear white.

Despite the heavy rain, the business of the inn became even better. People were toasting each other and the noise was endless.

"Did I leave too early?"

“But I’ve been waiting for two days…”

A young man wearing a conical hat and carrying a broken sword on his back sat 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 recent days, there have been a lot of incidents in the post house, with blood and death often seen, and it is extremely tragic.