The next day at noon.
In the courtyard originally used for alchemy, an intense aura of combat and sharpness now filled the air, all condensed within this small garden.
The young man’s body, refined through training, had shed its superficiality, revealing a gradually deepening black luster.
This was a sign that the Extreme Weapon Body Refinement was advancing towards perfection.
Refining one’s physique is easy if you persist, yet difficult if you don’t.
It is difficult due to the need for daily, consistent effort; yet easy because you just need to focus on a goal, and every day will naturally be better than the previous one.
While enduring the tempering of divine weapons, Little Li also took the time to observe divine intentions.
This was something he discovered by chance.
On one hand, he observed the “Wukong Seeking Dao Diagram” to refine his consciousness soul, while on the other, he used the divine weapon to temper his flesh.
Not only did they not interfere with each other, but they actually complemented each other.
Approaching noon, Li Mo finally stopped.
He opened the door of the courtyard and stepped out.
Today was the Autumn Eve Festival, and the tavern was already decorated with lanterns and banners, bustling with activity. Even Elder Zeng from Hengyun Sword City and Bai Jinghong and others had come to help with the preparations.
Since the tavern hadn’t reopened yet, they were among the first guests.
The elders chatted with each other, while the younger generation shared stories of the martial world, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere as if it were just another ordinary day.
However, the young woman seemed somewhat out of place.
Ying Bing sat under a tree, her eyes clear and serene. In front of her lay a letter, as if she were pondering some profound martial arts principle, so much so that even the autumn cicadas dared not make noise near her.
The sunlight was perfect.
Through the gaps in the banyan tree, golden light dotted her sky-blue dress.
The disciples from the Sword City, whenever their gaze fell upon her, were always filled with boundless reverence, as if they were looking at a celestial being.
Suddenly, the young woman’s eyes flickered slightly, capturing the sight of the young man emerging from the courtyard.
Before he could turn his gaze toward her, she lowered her head again to look at the notebook in front of her.
“Young Hero Li.”
“On the Autumn Eve Festival, still practicing? You’re really diligent.”
“Yes, this is a specialty of our Sword City. Happy Autumn Eve.”
Several acquaintances greeted Li Mo and gave him gifts.
Li Mo had prepared gifts beforehand and took out several boxes of mooncakes.
They were the mooncakes he had made earlier, each with a portrait.
“Brother Li, why aren’t there any with your own picture?”
Bai Jinghong opened the box and found that there were mooncakes with Tang Xiaobao, Ouyang, and Shang Wu, but none with Li Mo’s image.
“I don’t have one either.”
“I don’t either.”
“Really? I made so many lotus seed paste mooncakes…”
Little Li rubbed the back of his head, feeling puzzled, and as he did, his head began to itch.
So many lotus seed paste mooncakes…
Where did they go?
A reasonable guess might be that Senior Apprentice Brother Ouyang ate them, as Ouyang often gets up late at night to find food…
The sound carried over.
Ying Bing lowered her eyes, gently rubbing the head of the big-headed doll.
She had a calm expression, unfolded the letter, picked up a dried brush, yet still didn’t know how to start writing.
“Sister Bing, what are you thinking about?”
A soft voice came.
Ying Bing looked up and saw Jiang Chulong standing timidly there.
“I’m thinking… about martial arts.”
“Really?”
Jiang Chulong blinked her grayish-white eyes. Though her voice was soft, even through the cloth, one could see her doubt.
How could Sister Bing be so engrossed in martial arts for so long…
“…”
Ying Bing was momentarily lost in thought, suddenly unsure how to face that pure gaze.
So she turned her attention to the box in Jiang Chulong’s hand:
“What is this?”
“It’s a gift for Brother Li… for the Autumn Eve.”
“A gift…”
As she watched Jiang Chulong happily run to Li Mo, Ying Bing couldn’t help but feel a bit distracted.
The Autumn Eve… seems like one should prepare gifts.
Warm reminder: If you think this book is good, remember to add it to your bookshelf to avoid losing track.
Naturally, exchanging gifts during the Autumn Eve Festival is quite reasonable.
She rarely celebrated her birthday, let alone festivals, and thus had no habit of preparing gifts.
But what could she prepare in such a hurry?
Whatever she gave seemed pale compared to what he had given her…
Not far away.
“Huh? Lotus seed paste mooncakes? I didn’t know. I haven’t eaten any mooncakes yet.”
Facing Little Ke’s inquiry, Ouyang looked bewildered.
“Weren’t they yours?”
Ke Mo was puzzled.
“On my honor as a virgin, I’ve been thinking about updating my work every day recently. I haven’t eaten in two days!”
“…”
Little Ke looked at Senior Apprentice Brother Ouyang with a saintly air and felt that if the first part of his statement was omitted, it would still be quite convincing.
Ke Mo asked curiously:
“Didn’t you draw quickly? Hasn’t your workload been huge recently?”
“Mainly, I’ve been taking photos, running around outside every day.”
Ouyang shook his head: “One can’t draw what they haven’t seen. These past few days, I’ve been roaming around, recording the scenes worth drawing.”
“Running around every day and not eating? Aren’t you hungry?”
“In fact, I don’t feel hungry.”
Ouyang also found it strange.
“…”
Ke Mo couldn’t help but imagine that scene.
It was currently Autumn Eve.
As everyone knows, such grand festivals are very lively on the streets, and the Autumn Eve also carries the meaning of lovers reuniting.
The whole street is filled with a sour smell, and Senior Apprentice Brother Ouyang, a two-tailed ape, goes out on the street.
It’s a miracle he hasn’t starved to d*ath.
“So, which places have nice scenery?”
Ke Mo changed the subject, avoiding delving into this question.
Don’t underestimate Senior Apprentice Brother Ouyang’s talent for drawing cool girls; his skills with scenes are also impressive.
“You’re asking the right person.”
Ouyang spoke confidently: “Apart from the Dragon Gate on Fish Dragon Street, the Magpie Bridge, Zhuangyuan Building, and the views in Yunzhou City are all excellent.”
“Senior Brother Ouyang has a good eye.”
Wu Chushu nodded and smiled: “The poetry meeting at Zhuangyuan Building and the river lanterns at Magpie Bridge are both excellent sights.”
Bai Jinghong rarely joined in the discussion: “By the way, later there will be the Flame Grand Event, which can be seen throughout Yunzhou City.”
Ke Mo listened to their vivid descriptions and noted down the places they mentioned, unable to help but look aside.
“Chunk of Ice!”
“Hmm?”
Ying Bing raised her head, letting the young man’s figure enter her field of vision. Just then, the sunlight filtered through the leaves, breaking the tranquility.
Of course, to outsiders, she remained as cold as ever.
Ke Mo didn’t think so.
“So tonight, shall we go to these places?”
“Sure.”
“You haven’t even asked where we’re going.”
Ke Mo laughed silently.
The girl stood up, sitting beside him, her hair brushing against his neck.
With a fragrance, tickling.
“You’ll know when we get there.”
A hint of gentleness in Ying Bing’s eyes, perhaps even she herself hadn’t noticed?
Ouyang: “…”
Why couldn’t he control his mouth? He couldn’t eat the mooncakes he had just gotten.
He suddenly understood why he wasn’t hungry after running around for two days outside.
“…”
Bai Jinghong and Wu Chushu exchanged glances.
Are we just chatting nicely, and you’re planning a date route here?
Is that polite?
