The next day at noon.
In the villa that was originally used for refining elixirs, a strong and sharp aura of war and killing was now rising, and all were confined to this small courtyard.
The boy's body had been polished and washed away, revealing a gradually thicker black glow.
This is a sign that Jibing Luti is moving towards perfection.
It is easy to say that it is easy to strengthen your body, but it is also difficult.
The difficulty lies in persistence over time, but the ease lies in that you don’t need to think too much, just work towards a goal, and every day you will definitely make progress compared to yesterday.
While undergoing the tempering of the divine weapon, student Li, who was good at making use of time, was also observing the divine will at the same time.
He discovered this by accident.
While watching the "Wukong Seeking the Tao" to temper the soul, he used the magic weapon to temper the body.
Not only do the two not affect each other, but they complement each other.
It was almost noon when Li Mo stopped.
He opened the door of the villa and went out.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. The restaurant has already been decorated with lights and is bustling with activity. Even Elder Zeng from Hengyun Sword City and Bai Jinghong and a few others have come to help with the chores.
The restaurant had not yet reopened, so they were considered the first customers.
The elders were chatting with each other, the younger ones were telling stories, and they were having a great time, just like it was just an ordinary day.
But the girl seemed a little out of tune with everyone.
Ying Bing sat under the tree, her eyes clear and quiet, with a piece of letter in front of her. She seemed to be thinking about some profound martial arts truth. Even Qiu Chan did not dare to cry loudly beside her.
The sun is shining.
Through the gaps in the banyan tree, golden shadows of the trees were outlined on her sky-blue skirt.
The disciples from Jiancheng always looked at her with infinite awe, as if they were looking at a fairy.
Suddenly, the girl's eyes moved slightly, and she took in the young man who walked out of the villa.
While he hadn't turned his gaze away, she lowered her eyes to look at the small notebook in front of her.
"Young Master Li."
"You're still practicing on Chuseok, that's too hard."
"Yes, this is a specialty of my Jiancheng. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
Several people who were familiar with him greeted Li Mo and gave him gifts.
Li Mo had already prepared the return gifts and took out a few boxes of mooncakes.
These are the mooncakes with human images that he had made before.
"Brother Li, why aren't your mooncakes among the ones you made?"
Bai Jinghong opened the mooncake box and found Tang Xiaobao's, Ouyang's, Shang Wu's...
But there is no one with Li Mo’s pattern.
"Neither have I."
"Me too."
"No? I made a lot of lotus seed paste mooncakes..."
Student Li touched the back of his head, but was also confused. The more he touched it, the more itchy it felt.
Why so many lotus seed paste mooncakes?
How did you disappear?
A reasonable guess is that it might be eaten by Senior Brother Ouyang, who often gets up in the middle of the night to find something to eat...
The sound was heard not far away.
Ying Bing lowered her eyes and gently rubbed the big-headed doll's head.
Her face was calm as she opened the letter again and picked up the brush with dried ink, but she still didn't know how to start writing.
"Sister Bing, what are you thinking about?"
A weak voice came.
When Ying Bing turned around, he saw Jiang Chulong standing there timidly.
"I'm thinking about... martial arts."
"real?"
Jiang Chulong blinked her gray eyes. Although her voice was soft, one could see the confusion in her eyes through the cloth.
How could Sister Bing be so lost in martial arts for so long?
“….”
Ying Bing was lost in thought for a moment, and suddenly didn't know how to face that clear look.
So she looked at the box in Jiang Chulong's hand:
"What's this?"
"A gift for Brother Li on Chuseok."
"Gift...."
Seeing Jiang Chulong happily running to Li Mo, Ying Bing couldn't help but be a little distracted.
Chuseok...it seems like we need to prepare gifts.
Just let it be. It is quite reasonable to give each other gifts on Chuseok.
She doesn't even celebrate her own birthday, let alone holidays, but she has no habit of preparing gifts.
But what can we prepare in such a hurry?
It seemed that no matter what he gave me, it seemed pale in comparison to what he gave me...
Not far away.
"Huh? Mooncakes with lotus seed paste filling? I don't know. I haven't eaten a single mooncake yet."
Faced with Xiao Li's question, Ouyang was confused.
"You didn't eat it?"
Li Mo was a little confused.
"I swear on my chastity, I've been thinking about updates every day recently, and I haven't eaten for two days!"
“….”
Student Li looked at Brother Ouyang's ethereal face and felt that if the first half of his words were removed, they would still be quite convincing.
Li Mo asked curiously:
"You draw pretty fast, don't you? Do you have so much work to do lately?"
"It's mainly about taking pictures, running around outside every day."
Ouyang shook his head and said, "People can't draw things they haven't seen. These past few days I've been strolling outside, recording the scenery that's worth drawing."
"You run outside every day and don't even have time to eat. Aren't you hungry?"
“I don’t feel hungry, actually.”
Ouyang also found it strange.
"......"
Li Mo couldn't help but imagine that scene.
Recently it is Chuseok.
As we all know, such a grand festival will bring a lot of bustle to the streets, and Chuseok also means a gathering of lovers.
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