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

.....

Li Mo had already used the divine eyes of destiny to observe the elders and had left some useful feedback for them.

The elders held the things and looked at each other, feeling surprised.

This...this is not right.

When the younger generation goes on a long journey, isn't it normal for the elders to give them some personal belongings and give them some instructions and advice?

The atmosphere in the quiet hall was very awkward for a while.

"Thank you, Xiao Mo."

Xue Jing coughed lightly, feeling more at ease.

He refined some precious pills and left most of them to Li Mo.

Elder Han He, who was eccentric and concerned about his reputation, was silent for a long time before he took out a black iron order from his arms:

"With this order, you can participate in the Tianshan Weapon Casting Conference. If you have time, go and take a look."

"Right on my mind."

"this...."

Lord Shangguan Sect Leader took two puffs of his pipe.

"Master, please help me. I'm old. She tends to be rebellious when I'm not around."

Li Mo said, and handed a Xumi object filled with wine to Qian Bufan:

"Don't give her this wine all at once, or she'll drink it all up quickly."

"okay."

Qian Bufan scratched his head and put away the Sumeru object.

"I have something to leave behind, too."

A familiar voice came from the side.

Li Mo and the elders were stunned, but saw the cold and indifferent Ying Bing taking out a stack of books from the big-headed doll.

"This is the elders' martial arts oversight, and how to correct it. With diligent practice, you can reach new heights."

When were the ice cubes prepared?

Student Li was surprised for a moment, and suddenly felt in a good mood.

"..."

The elders couldn't help but feel more ashamed.

Aren’t children from poor families expected to grow up early?

Oh, compared to these two little ones, Qingyuan Sect seems to be quite poor, in all aspects...

"I wish all the elders good fortune in martial arts."

Li Mo bowed.

There is a strong desire in his words to make his elders become successful!

"Okay...Okay, we will work hard."

"Well, I'm only over seventy, it's the right age to fight!"

"Well! We must fight for our juniors' honor!"

“Youth has no price tag, and the starting point is now! Let’s go!”

The farewell scene was quite touching.

It just seems like something is wrong.

Elder Qian was overwhelmed with emotion and was about to step out of the main hall, but was pulled back by Elder Xue.

"What are you doing? Are you a hidden dragon? You're more like a turtle prime minister."

Old Qian only reacted when he was pulled back, and the young man's spirit was shattered.

"Then let's go."

Li Mo laughed in silence, took Bingtuozi, and then looked at Qin Yuzhi again.

Being the Grand Elder of Qingyuan Sect was just a side job for Sect Leader Qin, his main job was still an employee of Wanxiang Xianzong.

The power to manage all living beings cannot be achieved without her.

Suddenly, clouds appeared and lifted up the three people.

"Go early and come back early!"

Shangguan Wencang, Xue Jing, Qian Bufan and other elders waved their hands.

Looking at the two figures rushing into the sky, my thoughts were stretched to a great length.

Recalling when he first entered the sect, he looked frail and sickly. Now he stands facing the wind, his back looking quite upright. The only thing that remains unchanged is his sunny smile. Compared to the frail young man before, he is now a true gentleman.

The girl also grew up to be as graceful as a startled swan, becoming a cold and tall fairy, standing quietly beside him.

The biggest difference is that both of them are already famous throughout the world.

Now I am riding a cloud to the capital to compete for the best position in the world.

Elder Qian muttered with great ambition:

"When will the Qianlong Conference have a seniors group..."

Pleasant Goat Hotpot Restaurant.

With the beginning of spring, the hot pot restaurant business is becoming more and more prosperous, with many customers coming and going and long queues forming.

But amid the air filled with the smell of hot pot, there was no sign of the little figure with a cloth strip over his eyes, ill-fitting clothes, and oil stains all over his body.

Jiang Chulong changed into a satin horse-faced skirt with twined branches and blue dots, and washed her face in the backyard. Aunt Mei said that this dress was what her mother wore when she first entered the world of martial arts.

It was early spring, and Princess Jiang raised her face, as bright as a white winter jasmine flower that had just bloomed.

Her facial features are delicate and graceful, and her black hair is loose and long.

No one would have thought that a year ago she would be the dying little beggar in Mud Corner Alley.