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

"It's dark, it's going to rain."

“It’s dark, dark…”

Nursery rhymes in local slang add a subtle yet gentle tranquility to the clamor, allowing young children to fall asleep in comfort.

The girl's eyes are soft and peaceful in the fireworks night.

I didn't specifically remember it.

The nursery rhyme remained in her heart...

Snowing.

Locals often say that there is no spring and autumn in southern Xinjiang, only winter and summer, but this year is particularly abnormal. The light snow of early winter fell early, covering the huge Qingmu City with a layer of silver.

A group of people and horses stopped in front of the "Jiawei" restaurant, and white steam was coming out of the mouths and noses of the fierce horses.

They were all warriors, and they seemed to be more energetic in the morning after a hangover.

"Brother Li!" Zhong Zhenyue shouted.

"Just come!"

Li Mo had just finished accepting the last true spirit, and now only one of the seventy-two transformations was left:

There is no Zhiqi.

This true spirit is even more brave and unruly than Jiaozi. It is probably the most difficult one among all true spirits to integrate into magical powers, but it was also chosen by the Jade Phoenix God.

"I went to the Aoki Camp."

Li Mo changed into winter clothes and called out.

Since early morning, Ying Bing, dressed in a white fox fur and a long feather skirt, stood in front of the window, looking towards the south with her icy eyes.

The snow outside the window becomes more quiet and beautiful because of her.

When she heard Li Mo's voice, she came back to her senses:

"I'll go as well."

"Hmm? If a woman goes to the camp, will she..."

"I have informed Zhong Ling."

Li Mo thought she might be curious, so he went downstairs with her.

Then a problem was discovered.

There was no carriage today, but there was only an extra pony, and Li Mo had never ridden a horse before.

"Brother Li, don't you know how to ride?"

"Does riding someone count?"

"???"

Student Xiao Li misses Brother Donglai a little.

call--

The girl beside him turned over and sat on the saddle. Her crystal-like left hand tightly grasped the reins, and the other hand was stretched out towards Li Mo. Snowflakes could be clearly seen falling on her slightly red palm.

"Come up."

Student Li felt that he should find a book on horse riding when he had time.

It’s okay to spend some time on martial arts enlightenment, even if it’s just a little!

Not long after.

Everyone rode their horses to the Qingmu camp. The blood and energy in the camp that rushed into the sky made the air a little warmer.

It was still the same training ground as yesterday. The soil had been re-compacted, but it was much more lively than yesterday. The centurions from each battalion had arrived.

On the platform, a row of generals from Qingmu City sat. Qu Sheng sat in the first seat, with steam rising from the tea bowl in his hand.

"I have practiced hundreds of martial arts, but I have never heard of a martial art that can transform into a disaster beast."

Garrison General Wu Lang asked with a frown.

"I haven't heard of it."

"Even if it's the internal and external scenes, he shouldn't be able to do it, but this boy is definitely not a sixth-level Dharma body." Another blue-clothed garrison commander was also quite curious.

"We'll see the answer later."

In Qu Sheng's eyes, a group of people were approaching, and under the guidance of the personal guards, they stepped onto the platform to review the generals.

Li Mo stood on the stage, looking down at the long spears like a forest, with a spirit as powerful as a dragon, and suddenly felt heroic, and the blood in his heart was surging especially in winter.

What would the scene be like if a war broke out?

It is said that men are heroic on the battlefield and make great achievements.

When Xiao Li saw this, he was really excited.

When he turned around, he saw the various looks from the generals.

Qu Sheng stood up with a smile, his voice clear:

"Young Master Li, all the sergeants and centurions are here. I've boasted a lot, and there's no joking in the army."

His voice could be heard throughout the entire Qingmu camp.

Li Mo had already made preparations and nodded:

"Of course. I wonder what kind of disaster beasts the army needs experience in dealing with?"

The generals discussed for a moment and reached a consensus after a while.

"Qiongqi tribe."

"no problem."

"Should I still be in charge?" Zhong Ling asked.

Qu Sheng threw the banner at his waist to her and said with a smile:

"Except for me, I'm afraid no one in the army can command an army better than you."

"The commander taught me well."

Zhong Ling straightened his chest slightly, his heroic posture unable to conceal his pride.

She selected hundreds of sergeants and decurions who were at the Inner Breathing Realm. Soon, under her command, the army was in the training ground, moving as smoothly as an arm, and killing people was spread out.