In the next few days, Lord Virtuous the Eighth had been trying to find time to talk to Li Mu and convey the emperor's goodwill. However, Li Mu had been in closed-door training and did not step out of the secret room, so Lord Virtuous the Eighth had no choice but to occasionally mention a few words to Wang Shiyu and try his best to show his goodwill to Ming Yue, Qing Feng, and Yuan Hou. He wanted to influence the people around Li Mu first.
With all kinds of news coming from all over the country, Lord Virtuous the Eighth was busy again.
The situation was still not optimistic for the royal family of the Northern Song.
Because after Lord Jin's death, his fief, territory, army, and influence did collapse. But the royal family of the Northern Song, who occupied the moral high ground, not only failed to take all the power of Lord Jin's faction into their own pocket as expected, but it also gave some other rebellious lords the chance to expand their influence. Especially Lord Yi, Zhao Chong, who had gained almost the entire Glory Army. His strength soared, and he was more difficult to deal with than Lord Jin before.
At the same time, some turmoil broke out in various places of the Northern Song.
The situation of the empire did not change because of the death of Lord Jin. On the contrary, like an incurable old man, the empire was slipping into the abyss step by step. It was riddled with holes, which made the emperor of the Northern Song and the ministers anxious every day as if their eyebrows were on fire.
Lord Virtuous the Eighth frequently went back and forth between the imperial palace and his mansion.
The thousand-year-old empire was shrouded in dark clouds.
As the former Holy Clan, the internal strife of the Qingcheng Faction gradually subsided. Taoist Dao Ling's power had been settled. However, the new noble in the martial arts world had a lukewarm attitude toward the royal family of the Northern Song. The emperor sent dozens of envoys to exchange some interests, hoping to get the support of the Holy Clan, but they were always in the stage of bargaining. The conditions offered by the Holy Clan were more and more demanding. The emperor of the Northern Song was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
And the unfriendly relationship with the Holy Clan made the royal family of the Northern Song even less confident in facing the rebellious lords.
The last royal family of the Northern Song felt miserable in the wind and rain.
And the more miserable it was, the more Lord Virtuous the Eighth hoped to keep Li Mu in the Northern Song.
After all, Lord Jin was so arrogant, but under Li Mu's broadsword, didn't he vanish into thin air?
The same was true for the rebellious lords in front of Li Mu. As long as Li Mu was willing to work for the royal family of the Northern Song, or rather, cooperate with them, the position of the royal family of the Northern Song would be as stable as Mount Tai.
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Li Mu was practicing Zhenwu Boxing in the secret room where the sealing tactical deployment had been reinforced.
Since the Xiantian Skill had reached the third level, the effect of nourishing and restoring the body had increased sharply, which meant Li Mu could try the fifth style of the Zhenwu Boxing, the Thousand Overlapping Waves.
Li Mu had tried to practice this style before.
However, every time Li Mu launched his punches halfway, his body couldn't bear the burden and had to stop. Even after he mastered the Grasping the Bird's Tail, it was still the same.
At this time, Li Mu was still somewhat reluctant to display this fist move.
He stood in a strange posture. His movements were slow, like a snail. Beads of blood seeped out of the muscles on his exposed body. Some parts of his muscles were directly torn, and the bones in his flesh were also cracked.
The practice of "Zhenwu Boxing" was extremely demanding on the body. The seemingly ordinary moves had an incredible burden on the body.
When Li Mu was on Earth, he could easily perform the 18 styles of Zhenwu Boxing as if he were doing radio gymnastics. But once he got the hang of it, such a weird change occurred, which puzzled Li Mu until now.
Now that Li Mu had entered the third level of the Xiantian Skill, he forcibly launched this move.
Because the old faker once said that the first four styles of the Zhenwu Boxing were the foundation, and from the fifth style onward, it was the real immortal boxing method and he had stepped onto a new level. These days, Li Mu increasingly felt that there was more and more killing intent in this world.
When the sky was full of killing intent, the stars would be moved; when the earth was full of killing intent, dragons and snakes would rise; when people were full of killing intent, the world would change.
Today, on this planet, people had long been full of killing intent. Sages had died one after another, and several of the Nine Superbs had died. The martial arts order of the old era would never return. In this environment, the Great Sage would gradually become no longer the symbol of invincibility and immortality.
And the next stage was the "earth's killing intent".
At that time, it would be more horrible.
Li Mu had a hunch that if he didn't improve his strength as soon as possible, there would be big trouble.
Therefore, he hoped to succeed in practicing the immortal boxing method.
The Endless Waves, the fifth style of the Zhenwu Boxing, was Li Mu's new trump card.
Finally, after two hours, Li Mu barely completed the whole movement of the Endless Waves. As a result of forcing himself to practice it, Li Mu's skin and flesh were torn, and countless bones were broken. The pain was simply indescribable.
Fortunately, Li Mu had gotten used to it.
He maintained his standing posture and ran the Xiantian Skill to heal his injuries.
In a short while, his injuries were all healed.
Then, he continued.
His body was constantly torn apart and then healed.
This process was just like forging steel. Only by continuously quenching, hammering, soaking in water, stacking, and repeated hammering, could a high-quality steel be forged. The cultivation of the human body was just like forging steel. Only by repeated tempering could one advance further.
Originally, Li Mu's physical strength and toughness were already unimaginable. Common weapons, Cultivation Methods, and power could hardly hurt him. Only when he fought with Yingshan Snow-eagle, the Emperor's Broadsword, would he get hurt. Therefore, it had become very difficult to temper his body. But the Zhenwu Boxing just happened to make up for that shortcoming, which made it possible for Li Mu's physical strength to be further improved.
After a long time, Li Mu gradually felt that he was more and more skillful in practicing the Endless Waves. The jerkiness disappeared, and the tearing pain gradually faded.
He knew that he was about to master the true Immortal Dao Fist Technique.
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"Is this what you refined?"
Ming Yue looked at the pair of delicate white boots in front of her. She couldn't tell what material they were made of, but they were quite beautiful. There were also traces of tactical deployment flowing on them, which was the power of the Taoist magic arts taught by Li Mu.
"Yes, made of Star Ore. Don't go barefoot in the future." Qing Feng nodded.
Ming Yue grinned and put on the white boots. She tried them on and found that they fit well and were very comfortable. They were as light as a piece of cloth. She couldn't tell they were made of metal at all.
"And the coat …" Qing Feng took out a white dress embroidered with cyan patterns and said, "There are tactical deployments in it. After refining it with spiritual force, it can change its size. It's a preliminary product.
"Pretty good. Hee hee. But other people study alchemy and make swords and armors. Why are you making clothes and shoes?" Ming Yue teased him with a smile.
"Fighting and killing is not a way of life." Qing Feng smiled and said, "I just want the people around me to live a good life, not to fight and kill."
Ming Yue refined the dress with her spiritual force again. With a stir of her mind, it appeared on her body. She felt it was not bad. It could also improve her defense. Although the defense was not a big deal for her with her current strength, it took Qing Feng a long time to refine it.
"If we don't fight and kill, we can't live well." Ming Yue said, "Young Master said that the peaceful time is just because someone is carrying the burden for us."
Qing Feng nodded and said, "It is Young Master who carries the burden. What I can do is to share some of the little troubles in life for Young Master in the peaceful time."
Ming Yue held her chin and thought for a while. Her big eyes, which were like black crystals, overflowed with a smile and said, "Anyway, Brother Qing Feng, you are so smart. Whatever you say is right."
"You call me Brother Qing Feng?" Qing Feng opened his eyes wide and was very surprised.
Ming Yue nodded and narrowed her eyes into two crescent moons. "Yes."
Qing Feng wanted to ask, "Didn't you call me 'brat' and call me sister? Why do you suddenly call me brother now? You must have evil intentions." However, he held back.
"It's good." Qing Feng raised the corner of his mouth with a beautiful smile.
He was originally a young man with delicate features.
After more than a year of separation, they met again. He vaguely felt that Ming Yue had changed. Although she was still confused and naive, after all, the position of some things in her heart had been improved, or she knew how to cherish them.
"There are still some things to be done. I'll continue." Qing Feng returned to his laboratory.
Ming Yue wanted to follow him in, but when she thought that if she really went in, she was afraid that she couldn't help but ask questions and move here and there. It was not important to disturb Qing Feng's alchemy process. What was more, she was afraid that the alchemy would accidentally explode … She remembered that she had blown up two of Qing Feng's laboratories a few days ago. Although Qing Feng never complained, she just let it go.
She sat at the door of the laboratory, bored and counting ants. At this time, Wang Shiyu ran over and said, "Little Ming Yue, have you seen the general?"
Ming Yue raised her head, pouted, and said, "Call me Gang Leader."
She didn't feel bad for this princess, but she didn't like her either.
Wang Shiyu was stunned and said, "Hee hee, Gang Leader Ming Yue, have you seen Husky?"
"No," Ming Yue said.
Wang Shiyu: "…"
"That's strange."
"Since Liang Zhi was sent flying two days ago, Husky rushed out and never came back. She sent people everywhere to look for it, but they couldn't find it. Did something happen to it?"
She was a little worried.
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"Greetings, Holy Son."
In Lin 'an, the capital of the Northern Song, in an underground palace under a water body, the air was suffused with blood. A group of disciples of the Bloody-moon Faction knelt in front of a blood pool. Bloody-moon Evil Master was the closest to the blood pool, and there was an urgent look on his face.
"Gurgle, gurgle."
The blood pool was tumbling like a pool of boiling water.
White bones and skulls tumbled about in the bloody water.
In the end, a mysterious power descended, and the white bones automatically assembled into a skeleton. Then, it condensed into a pool of blood, and a badly mangled figure slowly walked out of the pool of blood.
The blood in the pool gathered toward him and merged into his body. The blood mist dissipated, and a burly man with long red hair and red skin slowly showed up.
He stuck out his forked tongue like a viper, and there was a cold and cruel light flowing in his eyes. "After cutting off one-third of my Primordial Spirit and damaging my body, I finally came to this world. The secret treasure left by that man is mine, hahahaha …"
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