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

All right....

In fact, Li Mo had no intention of becoming famous.

The main reason is that Murong Xiao wishes the whole world to know that his brother Li is a kind-hearted person.

He added the first half of the sentence himself.

There was a discussion in the tavern next door.

"A true disciple of the Qingyuan Sect?"

"I have some impression of this name. It seems to be the one who got the mysterious weapon?"

"Could it be that he accepted some mission from the sect and had to go down the mountain to provide relief to the victims?"

The corner of the tavern door.

Looking at Murong Xiao's receding back, a skinny, disheveled beggar slowly raised his head.

No one noticed that under the dry hair, the eyes were gleaming with ferocity.

"Qingyuan Sect... Biography of Li Zhen."

"I opened a soup kitchen to give alms to homeless beggars. Could it be that my whereabouts have been leaked?"

There was a cold light in Cui Peng's eyes, and traces of murderous intent surged.

It is understandable that the Qingyuan Sect would issue a mission to arrest him.

But something is strange.

He disguised himself as a beggar after arriving in Ziyang City, so there was no reason for anyone to know about it.

But the other party just gave out porridge as soon as he came.

No matter how you look at it, it seems to be directed at him.

"Li Mo, the new disciple of Qingyuan Sect, has only been in the sect for a short time."

"A Qi and Blood Realm cultivator dares to take on the task of apprehending me. How brave! It seems he's relying on the Murong family's help to trap me."

"Could it be that the Qingyuan Sect wants to use the true disciple I gave them as a whetstone?"

"Haha... I'm not afraid of breaking the knife."

The fierce light in Cui Peng's eyes grew more fierce.

The dagger in his robe felt hot, and he couldn't help but reach out and grasp the hilt.

He practiced the Blood Sword Technique, and with every additional soul killed by his sword, his sword technique would become more powerful.

At first, he just practiced secretly.

Later, he was discovered by his fellow disciples and killed to silence him.

Unexpectedly, the truth was revealed and he became a pariah.

"Now I'm at my wit's end."

"The only way out is to join Xiyu Tower."

"If I can use the head of this Qingyuan Sect's true disciple as a token of my allegiance, perhaps I can be spared the Infernal Trial..."

That's right.

Cui Peng is preparing to join Xiyu Tower and become a killer.

It just so happened that the martial arts he practiced were designed for killing people.

The head of a true disciple of the Qingyuan Sect and a Xuanbing long sword are enough for him to enjoy high treatment after joining.

Of course, this matter needs to be done slowly.

Now he still doesn't even know the other party's bottom line.

"He probably only knows that I've disguised myself as a beggar, and doesn't know my exact location."

"I am in the dark, he is in the light."

"You idiot, you tried to lure me out, but ended up making yourself the target of public criticism..."

"Hehehe... let's see who will fall into the trap in the end."

Cui Peng stood up and walked towards a little beggar in front of him.

He patted the little beggar on the back and the other person turned around immediately.

"What's the matter?"

The little beggar turned around and looked at him warily.

"You are going to Murong Mansion to collect porridge and rice, right?"

"Well, if you want to go, go by yourself. I don't have time to take you there."

The little beggar shook his head repeatedly.

"I don't want porridge."

Cui Peng suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes, tried to appear more friendly, and took out another string of copper coins.

The little beggar then looked fixed in his eyes, revealing longing.

"When you go to get the porridge, just touch the corner of the clothes of the master of the Qingyuan Sect with your hand, and the money will be yours."

"If you come back to Mud Corner Alley in East City and tell me what he looks like, I'll give you another hundred bucks."

He smeared his special spices on the copper coins.

Only specially trained mice can smell it.

"it is good!"

The little beggar took the money and left happily.

......

At the gate of Murong Mansion.

There was a long queue in front of the charity hall built with bamboo sheds. Most of the people in the queue were in rags and had pale faces. There were refugees and poor people.

"Wow, what a thick porridge!"

"Not only is there a porridge collar, but there's also a small bag of rice! Wait... there's even half a salted fish!"

"Tsk tsk... I thought Li Zhenchuan was just trying to gain fame and reputation, but I didn't expect him to be so genuine."

"Even if he really wants to gain fame, we still get the real benefits."

"Don't talk nonsense. He's personally distributing food there and asking all the beggars to line up there."