But because this was a royal matter, the ministers could not say much. They all understood the principle of shooting the first bird. And that night, the fifth princess was also called by the emperor to talk alone. As for what was said, it is self-evident. After that, the matter fell into disuse.
But after this incident, the emperor was very worried about how to control the seventh princess. So some ministers suggested that since the princess had reached the marriageable age, it would be better to marry a prince from another country. Liu Ruyan was not willing to object as soon as he heard this. .
The emperor always loved this seventh daughter the most, but how to control her really gave him a headache, so the two made a bet, and now they have a martial arts competition to recruit a bride. If the final winner of the martial arts competition can be recognized by her, the two will get married. If you don't like it, marry the prince of another country.
Liu Miaoyun thought of Wuming at that time. At that time, when he was besieged by Zheng Qian and others, he could easily kill dozens of people. His skill was self-evident, and he was also good at barbecue, and this person did not have any The way other people look at you.
After choosing Wuming to help her, she immediately sent many people to search the city, but found nothing. After all, she did not expect that Wuming would enter the city so many days after she returned to the palace.
Yesterday, in order to promote the competition to recruit brides, Emperor Dayan specially asked her to go on a parade throughout the city to allow more talents to participate. Liu Ruyan was very reluctant, so there was an incident where the princess disappeared during the parade. In fact, she She went to see Master Mang to play, but unexpectedly she met Wuming, whom she had been looking for for several days, at Master Mang's place.
I'm afraid Wuming never expected that he would meet Liu Miaoyun on the first day he entered the city. It should be said that the fate was incredible.
"Xiaoru, what do you think about that person being your consort?" Liu Miaoyun turned to look at Xiaoru and asked.
"Princess, don't you hate His Majesty asking you to marry?" Xiaoru looked at Liu Miaoyun in confusion. Liu Miaoyun smiled and said nothing.
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning penetrated the room through the gap in the window, Wuming stopped practicing all night, slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air. Now it will take some time for his cultivation of the ninth level of soul refining to reach perfection. The spiritual energy required to break through the first level will only be more. He can feel that the spiritual energy needed now is at least twice that of breaking through the fourth level.
Although Wuming has never been to the so-called spiritual world, it is not difficult to know from what Ren Pingsheng and others said that the spiritual energy in the spiritual world is much more than that in the mortal world. If it is a metaphor, it is like farming, and the cultivators are the plants. The cultivation environment is the soil bag where plants take root, and spiritual energy is the nutrition in the soil bag. The amount of nutrition affects the growth of plants.
Only more nutrients can make the plant grow stronger. If Wuming wants to continue to practice in the future, he will need to go to the spirit world, where he can practice faster.
Wuming got out of bed and opened the window. There were already many people on the street who had started their work for the day. They were walking hurriedly on the road. It was still early before the time agreed with Master Mang yesterday. After thinking about it, Wuming decided to go shopping on the street. I plan to make some special medicines, although I also bought some medicinal herbs after entering the city yesterday.
But it's not enough. Mortals in the city can't hurt him, but they may be targeted by people from the Blood God Cult at any time. Naturally, they have to be prepared. I don't know how much cultivation those Blood God Cult people have, but I don't think so. Although it is not tolerated by the cultivation world, if it were not for his low strength, he would not be in the mortal world. The blood of mortals would be of little use to high-level cultivators.
"Sir, you're awake. Do you want something?" Seeing Wuming coming downstairs, the waiter immediately came over. At this time, there were already several customers eating breakfast in the store. After Wuming pondered for a while, he ordered a basket of meat buns. When he was in Lishan Town, his favorite food was Aunt Sun's meat buns, and the taste made him miss it very much.
Eating breakfast is not because of nameless greed, but to better integrate into the crowd. Although there is no special need to eat after training, it is good to satisfy the appetite. Ren Pingsheng and the others were also like this at the beginning, and they would do it at meal time. Eating some food, in his words, is called tasting a hundred flavors of life, experiencing the world of mortals.
Well, actually he is just greedy. It is said that cultivation is about being pure and abstaining from desires, but it is obvious that Ren has not practiced it to the point in his life.
"Your Majesty, your buns." After a while, the waiter brought Wuming's buns to the table. Wuming picked up a bun, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, then put down his chopsticks and fell into deep thought, sighing in his heart that he had no home. After tasting a few buns, Wuming got up and walked outside.
As expected, the waiter has worked in this inn for more than ten years and has received countless guests. He has heard many things from these people. No matter what Wuming asks these days, he can always provide something useful.
When Wuming came out of a drugstore, he casually walked to a small alley and put the purchased herbs into a space bag. Then he walked out of the alley. He counted the herbs in the space bag, which was enough for him to make a batch of hemostasis powder. .
Wuming read this hemostatic powder from his master's medical book. As the name suggests, it has a hemostatic effect. Applying it to the wound can stop bleeding. The blood god's practice is related to blood. Although ordinary weapons cannot hurt him, he can be prepared and prepared. It's always good to be prepared.
After Wuming thought for a moment, he headed towards a grocery store to see if there were any useful items. While Wuming was still selecting, a clerk rushed over to talk to the shopkeeper. After hearing this, the shopkeeper panicked. He ran out with his buddy, and when he passed by Wuming, he didn't forget to ask him to go out with him.
As soon as he went out, he saw people kneeling on both sides of the street. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was hurriedly pulled down by the shopkeeper on the side. However, Wuming Quilt did not kneel down, but squatted on the ground. Just as the shopkeeper was about to say something, he heard something in the distance. A loud shout came from everywhere: "The Emperor is here!"
The shopkeeper didn't dare to say anything and hurriedly lowered his head. A group of people came from the other side. One of them was sitting on a dragon chariot. He looked like he was forty or fifty years old and was wearing a golden dragon robe. , Don’t be angry and assert yourself. Is this the emperor of the Yan Kingdom?
Wuming thought like this, and suddenly felt something was wrong. There was a strange feeling in the emperor's aura, which was different from others. Just when Wuming was still thinking about what was wrong, the team happened to be in front of him, and Wuming found that the emperor was moving towards him. While taking a look, Wuming quickly lowered his head and held his breath. There was something wrong with the emperor, so it was better to be careful.
Liu Tianlin, who was sitting on the dragon chariot, was surprised. Just now he felt a breath belonging to a cultivator, but when he looked, the breath disappeared again, so he thought it was an illusion.
After the emperor and his entourage left for a while, the kneeling people dared to get up. As soon as Wuming stood up, he was grabbed by the shopkeeper next to him. The shopkeeper looked nervous and said: "Brother, you don't want to live. You don't even kneel when you meet the emperor. Be careful that your head and body are separated." As he said this, he slashed his neck with one hand like a knife.
Wuming smiled at the shopkeeper's kind reminder. It was difficult for these mortal soldiers to affect him. He could just run away with thousands of troops.
Back at the store, Wuming learned from the waiter that the emperor's parade was also to promote the martial arts competition in the next few days. For this reason, he also announced a one-year tax exemption, which made many people applaud.
Wuming nodded, it seemed that the emperor was not bad, but why his aura was so inexplicable made him feel disgusted, and felt a bit familiar, a bit similar to the group that appeared in Lishan Town before, but at that time he was not Practitioners cannot completely remember the auras of those people.
After coming out of the grocery store, Wuming walked straight to the west of the city. Seeing that it was almost time, he went to Master Mang to get the knife he wanted.
When Wuming was still some distance away from the Mangji Blacksmith Shop, he saw Master Mang lying leisurely on a recliner with his eyes closed, holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand. Wuming didn't open his eyes when he got closer, and just said lightly: "Here we come. ?”
"Um."
"Did that girl from the Liu family tell you?"
"Yeah." Wuming lifted the things in his hands.
"Okay." Master Mang stood up, and Wuming started to eat the pastry in his hand. Wuming didn't touch it, so he just stood aside and looked at Master Mang.
Master Mang waited until he finished eating before asking about the weapon he wanted. Master Mang pointed his finger, and Wuming looked in the direction of the finger and saw a small pile of iron piled under the corner. It was black and puffy, which reminded Wuming of the wind. That little gadget that Amagi sold in exchange for bear skins.
"Uh, in the house?" Wuming asked, with a little uncertainty in his tone.
"No, that pile is your knife." Master Mang broke Wuming's ruthless fantasy. Wuming didn't expect it to be like this. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Hahaha, let's see how you react." Master Mang was very satisfied with Wuming's expression, and stopped bluffing him. He stood up and walked towards the pile of iron. Wuming thought the knife was hidden under the pile of iron, but obviously He thought too much and realized that there was only a pile of iron. Master Mang picked up the iron block and placed it on the anvil.
Wuming finally understood that he would start co-writing now, but he couldn't say much because he had something to ask for.
"Bang!" Before Wuming could see clearly, Master Mang had already hammered it down, and then threw something to Wuming. After Wuming caught it, he took a closer look and found that it was an extremely sharp knife with a heavy and thick back. , a cold light flashed across the blade, making people shudder.
"This..." Wuming was extremely shocked. Is this good? Finished with one hammer?
After a while, Wuming put away the shock in his heart, but the surprise on his face could not be concealed. He held a knife in one hand and bowed to Master Mang, clasping his fists and saying, "Thank you, senior."
"Boy, you still think I'm deceiving you?" Master Mang took out yesterday's cigarette rod and started smoking by himself, "Don't you dare." Wuming quickly denied it. This is a powerful thing. It is definitely a powerful thing. You can create something with just one hammer. With such a magical weapon, he is probably very famous in the world of cultivation.
"Okay, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. You don't need to know my identity. If you have trouble in the future and go to a place called the Hidden Soldier Valley, show this to them and tell them that I am a man named Mang. If someone gave it to you, someone will naturally help you." Master Mang was still smoking with his eyes closed, and he took something out of his arms and threw it to Wuming.
Wuming first put the knife into his space bag, then took the object and looked at it. He saw it was a black token with the word "soldier" on it. Although there was no sword on it, the token was filled with a chilling feeling. Qi.
