The fact that one's face would never age and that one's youth would last forever was a mysterious temptation to women.
In her excitement, Liu Hanyan grabbed Li Mu's wrist so hard that it was bruised. Li Mu seriously suspected that she was taking the opportunity to take revenge.
There was indeed a Youth-Retaining Talisman. In addition, there was also the Youth-Retaining Technique. Some female cultivators who cared more about their appearance would mostly cultivate this technique. Therefore, in the cultivation world, it was difficult to judge whether a woman was 18 or 80 years old by her appearance.
Li Mu probably knew why Liu Hanyan was so excited.
She was different from Wanwan. Judging from her daily habits, she seemed to be the kind of person who would gain weight easily just by drinking water. Therefore, she had been dieting for a long time to maintain her figure.
Li Mu didn't agree with this kind of behavior that was close to self-abuse.
Life was short. Clothing, food, shelter, and transportation were necessities of life. If you couldn't even eat casually, then what was the meaning of life?
"I want that kind of Fu-lu …" Liu Hanyan grabbed Li Mu's hand and said eagerly, "Name a price, no matter how much it is …"
Li Mu didn't forget that he still owed Liu Hanyan ten taels of silver. The favor he owed her couldn't be measured by money. He broke free of her hand and said, "There's no need to talk about money. When I'm free tonight, I'll try to draw a picture for you …"
After comforting Liu Hanyan, Li Mu closed the courtyard door and walked to the county yamen.
"Li Mu, well done …"
"Lord Zhang personally praised the three of you yesterday. It's a pity that you weren't here."
"You even dared to touch the Zhao family. You have guts. I admire you …"
…
The Zhao Yong case was the highlight of Li Mu, Zhang Shan, and Li Si. When Li Mu walked into the yamen, many bailiffs took the initiative to greet him.
After staying outside for a while and chatting with everyone, Li Mu walked into his room.
Today's room was unusually quiet. Old Wang wasn't there, Zhang Shan wasn't playing dice, and he sat in his seat obediently. Li Si wasn't lying on the table to catch up on sleep, which was a rare occurrence.
While Li Mu was puzzled, a faint fragrance suddenly came from behind him.
Smelling the familiar fragrance, Li Mu turned around and asked in surprise, "Boss, when did you come back?"
Every time he saw Li Qing, he felt inexplicably at ease. It seemed that as long as she was there, there was no problem that couldn't be solved. This was indeed the case.
Whether it was the Soul Condensing Technique, curing illnesses, expelling evil spirits, or searching memories, as long as Li Mu encountered something, she would always be able to provide a solution.
"I just came back," Li Qing looked at him, and a strange expression suddenly flashed across her face. She said, "Come with me."
Zhang Shan watched in confusion as Li Mu followed Li Qing out. He murmured, "What does boss want to say to Li Mu? Why did she avoid us?"
He thought about it and immediately guessed the reason.
Li Mu was seriously ill. Coincidentally, the boss had returned to the sect. She must have found a way to save him. Of the cultivators in the county yamen, only she would care so much about her subordinates.
Thinking of Li Mu's illness, he sighed and said, "I hope boss has a way …"
Li Qing walked out of the room and said to Li Mu, "Give me your hand."
Li Mu extended his hand without thinking.
Li Qing placed two fingers on his wrist and guided her mana to circulate through his body. Only then did she let go. She said in surprise, "It's only been a few days, but your mana has improved so much. Have you already formed the first soul …"
Li Mu smiled and said, "It's all thanks to Miss Lin Wan. Otherwise, the first soul would not have formed so quickly."
Li Qing looked at him, praise in her eyes. She said, "I've heard of that case. You did well."
Li Mu said embarrassedly, "We should. It is our duty to protect justice and redress the grievances of the people."
Saying this, he handed the Qinghong sword in his hand to Li Qing and said, "Take this sword back. I already have a certain amount of power to protect myself. Your daily tasks are more dangerous. You need it more than me."
Li Mu had many trump cards and did not need this magical artifact to protect himself. On the other hand, Li Qing usually had to deal with cases that were more dangerous than Li Mu and the others. Without the Qinghong sword, her strength would be greatly reduced.
Li Qing took the Qinghong sword and said, "Wait a moment."
She walked into the room and quickly came out. She gave another sword that was similar to the Qinghong sword to Li Mu and said, "This sword is for you. This is the sword I used in the Soul Refining Realm. It suits you right now. With it, if you encounter an ordinary wraith, you can kill it with one strike. There's also a sword manual. I left it on the table in the room. Remember to practice it."
"Thank you, boss."
Li Mu was not pretentious. Although he did not want to owe others anything, he would not refuse their kind intentions.
Rather than pretentiously refuse, it was better to accept it calmly and then remember this friendship in his heart. He would slowly find an opportunity to repay it in the future. He treated Liu Hanyan like this, and he treated Li Qing like this as well.
However, in terms of status, Li Qing was higher than him. In terms of strength, even ten Li Mu would not be her match. In a short period of time, Li Mu could not think of an opportunity to repay her.
"Go patrol." Li Qing did not say much, but when she left, she turned back and added a sentence.
"The sword's name is Baiyi."
… …
Although Li Qing only gave him his old item, Li Mu was still very happy.
The Baiyi Sword was not as good as the Qinghong Sword. It was more suitable for the current Li Mu. Compared to Li Qing, his mana was weak and could not unleash the true power of the Qinghong Sword.
Moreover, magic items needed to be nurtured. What determined the strength of a magic item was often not the magic item itself, but the owner of the magic item. As long as Li Mu often used his mana to control it, it would become like the Qinghong Sword sooner or later.
The first soul had been condensed. Li Mu did not need to feel happy anymore. When he patrolled the streets, his mood was much more relaxed. His eyes did not wander around the old women.
After patrolling one round, he did not find anything unusual. Li Mu went home and changed into casual clothes. Then, he walked out of the house again.
After he submitted the manuscript of "Strange Stories from a Strange Story", he was affected by Lin Wan's case. He did not go to the bookstore to ask about it until today.
The reason why he changed into regular clothes was because his identity as a bailiff was not in line with the image of a scholar. Those who wrote books for a living were all downtrodden scholars. Dressing shabbily was more in line with the image of a downtrodden scholar.
Of course, there was also the most important point. The officials of the Great Zhou were not allowed to do business. Although writing books was not considered business, it was still somewhat close. It was better to keep a low profile.
Li Mu first went to the first bookstore. He walked to the counter and said, "Help me check if the manuscript I submitted last time was chosen."
The shopkeeper glanced at him and asked, "Name?"
Li Mu said, "Pu Songling."
The shopkeeper flipped through a thick book for a long time. Finally, he found a line. He shook his head and said, "Your novel does not meet our requirements. You should go to another bookstore …"
Being rejected by the first bookstore was not out of Li Mu's expectations.
After all, the supernatural novels in this world were as vast as the sea. A novel that was popular in the other world may not be able to replicate its glory here.
Moreover, the taste of the reviewer would affect the final result.
Therefore, he did not put all his eggs in the same basket. Instead, he submitted to several bookstores at the same time. After walking out of the first bookstore, Li Mu went to the second, third, fourth, and fifth bookstores …
"Every chapter is so short. Only a few hundred words. Are you writing a novel? Is there a novel as short as yours? I just started reading and it's already over …"
"What about the main plot? What about your main plot? You don't even have a main plot. What do you want the readers to read?"
"The title of your novel is not good. The content is also a mess. You should go to another bookstore …"
"I'm sorry, but your manuscript hasn't reached our hiring standards yet."
"Our suggestion is to cut it. Writing this kind of thing is a pure waste of time …"
…
After being rejected countless times, Li Mu walked out of the last bookstore. He looked at the scorching sun above his head and sighed. Writing a novel was indeed a dead end …
The story format of a Chinese Strange Stories did not seem to be recognized by these bookstores. It seemed that he had to think of other ways to make money.
Li Mu was about to go back when the shopkeeper of the last bookstore suddenly rushed out. Seeing that he had not left, he let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Young master, please wait!"
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