Chapter 488
The Emperor of Dayu allowed him to speak, and his voice would echo through the grand map of the empire, reaching the heart of the capital.
It would leave a vivid mark in the annals of history, to be remembered by all.
Li Mo couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions; he straightened his back, his expression serious:
"I stand here today thanks to the support of friends and Ying Bing, as well as my own hard work and sweat."
"The future is mine, and it will also belong to you all..."
"Since I was a child, my father taught me that the children of the poor must take on responsibilities early."
Little Li, the gentleman, had only half an hour of television time after school in his previous life.
Because after half an hour, the evening news would surely take over the screen.
So he spoke eloquently, leaving not only the common folk but even Emperor Jingtai and his ministers momentarily stunned.
Look at this awareness of thought.
Listen to this artistry of language.
It felt as if he had said everything, yet nothing at all.
Before Li Mo, they seemed as inexperienced as rookies; some had already begun to take notes in secret, preparing for future meetings.
[Congratulations, host, you have successfully invested in the Deputy Minister of War, Zhao Wu, helping him find a way to improve.]
[Congratulations, host, you have successfully invested in the Minister of Rites...]
...
Tianren City did not open that day.
After a brief moment of sharing his thoughts, Li Mo climbed into the carriage and returned to Buyun Tower with Bing Tuozi.
For some reason.
Li Mo had originally planned to visit the Tianshan Sword Manor to practice weapon forging with Master Du.
But after letting Bing Tuozi off the carriage, he intended to leave, only to find that Ying Bing had not released his hand.
When did Bing Tuozi become so clingy?
Little Li was puzzled, but the thought of going to the sword manor had slipped his mind entirely.
As night fell.
After preparing dinner, Li Mo went to her room, only to see her silhouette in the sword training area, elongated by the moonlight.
"Why the rush? We can practice anytime," he said, scratching his chin.
Alright, he actually felt a bit uncertain inside.
Ying Bing turned to him, her gaze calm and composed: "In a few days, I might not be able to win against you."
With Tianren City approaching, the reward for first place was significantly better than that for second.
Li Mo sighed, "Our bet was just a joke..."
"....."
Ying Bing's eyelashes fluttered.
The wager they had made was about the consequences of losing.
If she lost to Li Mo, it would mean her ranking was lower than his, and she would have to face the punishment.
"I'm not afraid of losing. Besides, you're about to reach the Ninth Aperture; relying solely on cultivation won't cut it."
Li Mo fell silent for a moment, then took out his treasured hammer. He was genuinely curious about how much he had improved compared to Bing Tuozi.
The moonlight reflected off the blade, shimmering with sharpness.
As their divine weapons clashed, if it weren't for the special material of the Buyun Tower's training ground, which could withstand such encounters, they might have already shattered into pieces.
"I'm coming."
A soft voice whispered in his ear.
The moonlight blade shot straight at him, its glow reminiscent of the moon in a well, almost as if it descended from the heavens.
Having also comprehended the Taiyin, Li Mo could sense that this sword was not merely a weapon of the present; it carried a subtle distortion of time and space.
Li Mo gently closed his eyes, relying not on sight but on his Taiyin divine intent to feel.
He could see the trajectory of the sword that Bing Tuozi was about to strike.
His hammer had already moved in response to his thoughts.
With a powerful swing, he struck the moonlight, sending sparks flying like stars.
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P.S.: This chapter is not finished; I'm pressed for time. The complete version will be posted later.
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Chapter 548: He Learned to Take the Initiative and Even Threaten Others
The damp spring rain seemed to herald the arrival of summer, casting a hazy layer over the glazed tiles.
The rain was light, and the flickering lights in Buyun Tower made the silence even more pronounced.
Once, he had heard someone say that if you stick your hand out of the window while traveling at eighty miles per hour, you could feel the wind.
Surely, even if the Nimbus Cloud carried six or seven people, it would be going faster than eighty miles per hour, right?
At that time, Little Li had stretched out his hand to try it, but now he suddenly realized how ignorant he had been.
At that speed, one hand could hardly grasp anything.
And... what kind of wind could have a grainy feel?
Little Li gazed out the window, watching the shimmering lights reflected on the water, the fine raindrops cooling his face, his expression serious and earnest.
"Bing Tuozi, that move you used earlier was impressive."
"That wasn't martial arts."
Little Li earnestly recounted his thoughts to Bing Tuozi. He seemed to have never had such a strong thirst for knowledge about martial arts, like a student who, after class, still clutched his workbook, seeking guidance from the teacher, diligent and exemplary, needing no further words.
As everyone knew, Bing Tuozi's martial arts prowess was unfathomable; no matter what question you asked about martial arts, she could provide an answer.
Last time, when Li Mo obtained Old Xiao's Qianxing Jue, he discovered that this martial art had a long history, dating back two thousand years, a legendary skill.
He shared it with Bing Tuozi.
Half an hour later, a revised version of the Qianxing Jue appeared on the tea table, with elegant strokes from Su Jing:
"The world changes, and the path is not constant; I've corrected the outdated elements that no longer fit today's context for you."
Look at this spirit of imparting knowledge, listen to this explanation that is both profound and accessible.
As someone endowed with a system, he was destined to be extraordinary...
"Everyone makes mistakes, just as horses stumble..."
Alright, actually, being gazed at by Ying Bing with those deep eyes made Little Li feel a bit uneasy.
"Was it really an accident?"
Ying Bing gently rubbed the head of a doll, making it emit a squeaky wail.
"Really! When a person loses their balance, they instinctively reach for something."
Anyone who saw Li Mo's expression would undoubtedly think he was a paragon of virtue.
"But when I pulled back, you clearly could have dodged."
"What are you talking about? If I had done that, I would have fallen to the ground! How could you expect me to just stand by and watch?"
Li Mo was serious.
And a bit guilty.
"Then why did you say your whole body felt numb, yet your hands could still exert strength?" Ying Bing squinted her beautiful eyes and asked.
"Well..."
Li Mo couldn't help but take a deep breath, sipping from Bing Tuozi's tea:
"That was an unconscious reaction; sometimes, hands have their own ideas."
"You..."
"Just like when a person is unconscious, they might place their feet in a warm spot."
".....That makes sense."
Ying Bing glanced down at her toes but saw nothing, so she curled her delicate feet back, no longer pressing the issue.
Only then did Li Mo breathe a sigh of relief: "By the way, Bing Tuozi, what's the biggest reason I can't win against you in our sparring?"
Actually, he had already asked this question earlier.
But Little Li hadn't even listened, let alone remembered.
As everyone knew, the Cold Fairy never repeated herself.
But seeing Li Mo take out a small notebook, his eyes clear and innocent like a dazed goose, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"First, this is a sparring session."
"Second, in the same realm, my intent is stronger than yours. Moreover, you haven't yet perfected your Nine Apertures, and you haven't utilized your greatest strengths, trying to win through martial arts and intent."
"In the third realm throughout history, your greatest strength is your physical body."
What Ying Bing meant was that a martial artist without weaknesses is naturally excellent.
But more importantly, how long their strengths are.
With the same talent and both having put in a lot of hard work, the one who ultimately excels will always be the one who focuses on a particular aspect.
This time, he must be taking it seriously, right?
Ying Bing raised her eyes from her teacup to observe him, noticing he was diligently taking notes, licking the ink off his pen when it dried.
She gently wiped the ink from the corner of his mouth with her finger.
After doing this, she found it strange.
Why did it feel so natural?
Good times are always fleeting; Li Mo filled several pages of his notebook, with questions that were his own and some that were for Chu Long.
"Let's sleep at your place tonight."
Ying Bing removed her hairpin, her silky hair cascading down.
"Sure."
Li Mo nodded without hesitation. Just as he stepped outside, he noticed the absence of footsteps behind him, and the light seemed off.
Why was it getting darker?
Turning back, he saw only a sliver of light spilling from the door, behind which were Ying Bing's eyes, half-smiling, half-teasing, a glimmer of mischief in her usually serene demeanor.
"Eh?" Li Mo was completely taken aback.
Bang—
The door closed.
"....."
Li Mo stood there for a moment, finally realizing he had been careless, tricked by the mischievous Bing Tuozi.
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