Li Yuan.

After martial law was imposed in the capital, Li Ziye rarely left the house.

Live a busy and monotonous life every day.

In addition to practicing swordsmanship, I also practice swordsmanship.

It has been less than six months since the battle with Huo Lin'er, and there is not much time left.

If you don't work hard, you will lose.

Li Ziye didn't want to lose at all. Although he didn't say it, he was more sincere in his heart than anyone else.

However, the gap in cultivation is still there.

In this world, all the medicine kings, magical objects, and even gods that can be thought of and found have been used up. It is really difficult to find such level of heavenly materials and earthly treasures again.

The Li family does have plenty of money and people, but without the goods, they can only scratch their heads.

Godly things are really not Chinese cabbage.

If others got it, they would treat it as a family treasure. If Li Ziye got it, he would just use it and throw it away.

The word "prodigal son" is no longer enough to describe Mr. Li's luxury.

Inner courtyard.

Li Ziye started practicing his sword before dawn. He practiced for four or five hours until he was so tired that he couldn't even move a finger.

Diligence can make up for weakness, and it is indeed the most deceptive poisonous chicken soup in the world.

Under the porch.

Li Ziye sat on the stone steps and breathed heavily.

On the side, Bai Wangyu looked at the Feixian Jue in his hand, frowning from time to time.

This breaking technique is really difficult.

It is not easy for Brother Li to practice this seventh posture.

Cultivation can be achieved by relying on magical objects, but not by using moves. You must practice them over and over again.

In just two years, he learned the seventh form of the extremely difficult Flying Immortal Technique. It can be seen how hard Brother Li has worked in the past two years.

Even he or His Highness the Fourth Highness, who is good at swordsmanship, dare not say that he will definitely be able to do it.

"Old Bai, do you think there are any divine objects in this world?"

After resting for a while, Li Ziye conjured a big medicinal plant from nowhere and asked while chewing it.

"The Central Plains should be gone."

Bai Wangyu said softly, "The sects in the Great Shang Dynasty are weak and cannot defend the sacred objects. If you want to find the sacred objects, you can only go outside the Central Plains."

Having said this, Bai Wangyu thought for a moment and continued, "There are more sects in the south, especially the eight sects in Nanling. They have been passed down for a long time and there may be some treasures. In the future, when Brother Li and the Plum Blossom Fairy Sword go to the Suzaku Sect

, you can drop by and take a look.”

"Robbery?"

Li Ziye said eagerly.

The domineering demeanor of Master Xianzi in the Yunhai Immortal Gate to snatch the colorful lotus heart was still fresh in his memory.

He loves being a villain the most!

"Borrow it temporarily."

On the side, Bai Wangyu corrected him.

Hearing this, Li Ziye couldn't help but roll his eyes.

hypocritical.

When it comes to his hands, the divine object will immediately become useless. Just borrow it temporarily? He himself doesn't believe it.

"By the way, Brother Li."

Bai Wangyu seemed to remember something, looked at the room not far away, and asked, "How long are you going to keep that person?"

"Stay as long as you can."

Li Ziye responded, "If the tiger returns to the mountain, there will be endless troubles. As long as she is still here in Li Garden, no matter how weak she is, she will not be able to escape from my Wuzhi Mountain. In the words of the Confucian leader, this is called the restraint of destiny."

"Very dangerous."

Bai Wangyu reminded, "If someone discovers it, you will be in big trouble."

"fine."

Li Ziye smiled and said, "With you and Master Xianzi here, Li Yuan is very safe. No matter what, I don't think we can let her leave so easily. This woman is too powerful."

"Um."

Bai Wangyu nodded and said nothing more.

There is no doubt about the strength of the goddess of Tantai. She was trapped in Li Garden, and the eight tribes in Mobei were like losing an arm.

Now, Mobei has lost Chi Songqing, a five-level combatant, and its overall strength has suffered a considerable loss. Dashang can barely breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as the pace of the Mobei cavalry slows down, the lives of the people in the north will not be so difficult.

"Young Master."

Just then.

Outside the inner courtyard, a boy walked quickly and saluted respectfully, "Your Highness, Eleven, led the troops to the north."

"So fast?"

When Li Ziye heard this, his expression condensed and he said, "When did it happen?"

"Just after today's morning meeting," the boy replied.

"The time for war on paper is finally over."

A flash of light flashed in Li Ziye's eyes, and he said calmly, "No matter how good the tactics are, they must be tested on the battlefield to know whether they are feasible or not."

"I believe Brother Li's method will definitely work." Bai Wangyu said with a calm expression.

"Personality worship is unacceptable."

Li Ziye came back to his senses, smiled, and said, "I don't even have much confidence myself."

After all, war is not just talk on paper. Only after fighting it can you know.

Royal Palace.

Shouan Hall.

The Shang Emperor and the four princes played chess. In the middle game, the outcome was hard to determine.

Emperor Shang was obviously worried today, he was undecided, as if he was thinking about something.

Mu Bai was not distracted and concentrated on playing chess.

One goes against the other, and the two people, who were originally very different in their chess skills, are actually equally matched.

soon.

At the end of the game, Shang Huang barely won half the game.

Ginger is still spicier.

Mu Bai was not disappointed with this result. He could tell that his father had something on his mind, otherwise, he would have lost even more miserably.

"This morning, Old Eleven invited troops to go north. Why do you want to express your support?" Emperor Shang put down the chess piece in his hand and asked.

"The war in the north is tense. If the eleventh brother goes to help, the burden on the four Martial Kings can be lightened a little." Mu Bai replied.

"He only has 60,000 people."

Emperor Shang said calmly, "Our great Shang has gathered an army of more than 300,000 in the northern border. Even if his 60,000 are gone, nothing will be changed."

"My son, I believe in my eleventh brother."

Mu Bai said softly, "Since the eleventh brother took the initiative to request the order, he must be sure that he can help."

"Do you know something?"

Emperor Shang looked at the legitimate son in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked.

"My son, I am not good at leading troops."

Mu Bai did not answer directly, but said calmly, "I just believe in Brother Eleven."

When Emperor Shang heard this, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

The fourth child seems to be hiding something.

"His Majesty."

At this time.
To be continued...