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

"This is the last town before entering the Mingjiao tribe's territory."

Huang Donglai looked at the map and confirmed it.

"The clothes here in Heishuize are made of really strange materials."

Murong Xiao took off the silk hat covering his head, shook it twice, and all the water droplets slid off. His head became dry again, and a gorgeous luster was faintly reflected on it.

Huang Donglai said, "The land and water nurture the people. This pearly white lotus root silk is naturally water-resistant and extremely valuable."

"It feels really good. It's simply the best thing in the world."

Murong Xiao touched his silk hat and said.

"certainly not!"

Suddenly, Li Mo spoke, his eyes very determined.

Looking at his expression, you can tell that what he said is true!

"Then what is the softest and smoothest thing in the world?" Murong Xiao was puzzled.

"Ugh...."

Li Moren sighed, shook his head, and rubbed the silk hat, kneading and twisting it gently.

This technique can't be said to be similar, it's completely a massage...

"??"

Murong Xiao was completely confused and couldn't figure out what Brother Li's action meant no matter how hard he tried.

Brother Li's knowledge is indeed far beyond his reach.

"This material is quite good, and it feels more comfortable than black cloud yarn. What do you think of using it to make stockings?"

Li Mo didn't know why, but he asked this question subconsciously.

It turns out that not only his hands have thoughts of their own, but now even his mouth has one!

"??"

This time, not only Murong Xiao was stunned, but Huang Donglai was also stunned.

"As you know, I'm pretty good with hammers, so I've been quite interested in forging lately."

"Forging something this delicate requires considerable skill. You can first buy a 1,800-jin piece to practice on."

Li Mo coughed lightly and put the hat back on Murong Xiao's head.

Murong Xiao's eyes were full of wisdom and surprise.

He practiced a lot with Elder Hanhe at the Divine Weapon Peak. His master said that when he could forge a qualified black cloud yarn inner armor, he would be considered a skilled craftsman.

Did Brother Li actually choose the more difficult pearly white lotus root shreds?!

"..."

Huang Donglai thought to himself, what does this have to do with forging? Isn’t this textile?

"Brother Li, ten thousand catties of lotus root, two ounces of shredded lotus root."

"Forget 1,800 kilograms. The entire town's output doesn't even exceed 20 kilograms."

“…”

Li Mo looked around and saw figures hunched over in the mud by the lake. Some women were carrying babies in swaddling clothes on their backs, staggering in the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Their bodies were so dirty that it looked as if they had grown out of the mud.

It is hard to associate the lotus root silk cloth, which is as white as pearls, with the group of people in front of me.

Li Mo, Murong Xiao and the other two entered the town.

After spending a large sum of money to purchase several kilograms of lotus root silk from a foreign silk merchant, he still felt doubtful.

It is obvious that they have produced such precious things.

Why would women still work in the fields with their babies?

The silk merchant said enthusiastically at this moment:

"There's a witch spirit festival going on here today. If you're not in a hurry, why don't you go and take a look? The witch spirits here are very effective, and many people believe in them."

"Thank you."

Li Mo thanked him, but he didn't show much interest.

Murong Xiao had no interest in the so-called Witch Spirit Sacrifice. He was now a little excited and a little nervous.

"I wonder if my parents are getting impatient."

He has never seen his parents since he was born.

"Well... I also admire Uncle Murong very much..."

Walking on the road, Li Mo couldn't help but be curious:

"Since uncle and aunt missed you so much, why didn't they go to Qingyuan Sect to see you? They actually let you come to Southern Xinjiang alone."

"Maybe they have their own difficulties. Besides, aren't we almost arriving safely?"

Murong Xiao grinned, his heart filled with joy at the prospect of meeting his biological parents.

Li Mo: “….”

If it weren't for the joint law enforcement of Hengyun Sword City and Xiyu Tower, you would still be serving as the Son of God of the Demon Summoning Cult.

but.

They hadn't seen each other for many years, but just when the Jade Phoenix God was heading to Southern Border, he suddenly asked Murong Xiao to go back.

It's hard to say there's no connection.

But the reason can only be known by going to the Mingjiao tribe's territory.

As they were talking, they arrived at the waterside, where there was a tall altar covered with traces of wind and frost.