Li Mo: “!”
He watched the girl raise the skewer and bring it close to his mouth. Looking down, she was like the moon dyed with the colors of humanity’s festivities.
Maybe, just maybe.
Was it possible that back in the day, Da Lang didn’t know it was poisonous, yet still took a bite? After all, Ice Chunk was definitely more scandalous than the stories about false blossoms.
“Hmm…..”
In such a precarious situation, her stinky little brother, Little Li, had no time to hesitate and just bit right in.
Ying Bing pondered for a moment, her delicate mouth slightly opening:
“Good.”
“…..”
Li Mo shrank his neck. Was this lamb meat courtesy of the little sheep? No wonder his scalp was tingling after such a bite, he was shuddering, but his mouth couldn’t help but curl into a smile that was harder to suppress than Hammer Treasure.
Zhong Ling: “!”
She suddenly felt that any strong liquor she had was now sweet.
This… this this this!
Was Young Hero Li secretly treating Cold Fairy to a textbook-style personal demonstration!?
Young Hero Li was way too capable; not only was he powerful, but also so nice. Just thinking about how they acted when they met earlier that day really made her want to slap herself!
She had to toast him twice with wine later. Now, though…
“Stinky brother, eat.” Zhong Ling mimicked, holding up a lamb leg.
“……”
Zhong Zhenyue hesitated for three and a third seconds before deciding to use the lamb leg to block the stomach full of little questions.
And thus began a bizarre scene.
Ice Chunk saw Zhong Ling using the lamb as a reference and, seeing her feed Zhong Zhenyue, she decided to feed Little Li as well.
Zhong Ling, thinking Ice Chunk was a textbook example, followed suit and fed the lamb leg to Li Mo, but her imitation was lacking, akin to a buyer’s showcase being crushed by a seller’s showcase.
The two were learning from each other, and it turned into a deadlock.
So confusing.
They were the liveliest table in the entire tavern.
A kid from the nearby table curiously asked, “Mom, what are they doing?”
And promptly got his eyes covered by his mother.
“Wait a second!”
Zhong Zhenyue raised his hand holding his stomach.
“Hmm?” Zhong Ling glared at him.
“Brother Li, I can’t digest all these dishes at once; I really can’t eat anymore.”
Zhong Zhenyue made a pained face and slightly unbuckled his belt, causing his shirt to bulge out.
While Ying Bing was feeding Li Mo, she was sharing a bite with him.
Zhong Ling was nearly shoving the whole lamb leg down his throat.
“Sis, you should eat too; it really is delicious.”
“Oh, getting thoughtful, huh?”
Zhong Ling happily took a bite of the dish Zhong Zhenyue offered and secretly gave Li Mo a thumbs up.
As expected of his wife- coaxing spirit, ingenious ideas just came flowing; Zhenyue hadn’t fed her like this before.
“…..”
Little Li, the instructor, facepalmed, trying to block the dark lines forming on his forehead.
If romance was failing, then Zhong Ling was definitely getting a bite.
But let’s talk about skill… something felt off.
As he was munching on his food, pondering what was wrong, he met the gaze of some Cold Fairy.
She looked at the dishes on the table, then at Li Mo’s chopsticks, her eyes almost screaming:
‘Are you really planning to eat all by yourself?’
“Hmm, eat.”
Li Mo picked up a bunch of potato and bell pepper strips and offered them to her mouth.
Ying Bing furrowed her brows slightly, tilting her face to the side, closing her lips tightly and refusing to open them.
A refusal.
“???”
A question mark popped up over Li Mo’s head. Didn’t she like eating potato and bell pepper strips?
Thankfully he was a genius.
This time, his genius didn’t go to waste—at that moment, he suddenly had a brainwave and keenly captured the minuscule details.
He blurted out:
“Sister, eat?”
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“Hmm.”
Ying Bing’s brows relaxed, finally opening her mouth like a cool cat seeing a familiar face.
“….”
Seriously?
Li Mo had just been hit by a stroke of genius; after all, Zhong Zhenyue had grown up with Sister Ling, while Ice Chunk was only two months older than him…
In this bustling tavern, amidst the chatter and laughter, familiar faces couldn’t help but chat away.
“This one here is the famous Wang… Er, Dugu Qijian!”
“And this next to him is Cold Fairy.”
Zhong Zhenyue introduced the soldiers, and the atmosphere grew even more lively. After all, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were vast, filled with countless heroes, yet only a hundred could be called true dragons; three of them sat at this tiny table.
Two of them ranked highly and were well-known figures.
“Little Hero Li, if you don’t mind, I’d like to share a drink with you.”
“Earlier, I was thinking this guy can’t be a mortal.”
“Is Young Hero Li married…? Ugh, this wine is strange; I’m tipsy after two cups.”
At first, the soldiers were just giving the young lord face, but soon found that this guy with the wife-coaxing spirit was really approachable. The atmosphere heated up significantly.
Zhong Zhenyue was a bit surprised, but then thought it was normal; Brother Li got along with just about everyone unless they were extreme evildoers.
He chuckled:
“Brother Li will come to the military camp tomorrow to join us in training. The brothers need to be in high spirits and not embarrass the border troops.”
“How will the training go? Young Hero Li doesn’t seem like he has ever served in the military.” The tavern owner, a one-armed man, asked curiously.
“You’ll find out tomorrow.”
Zhong Zhenyue took a swig of his drink and laughed:
“Our commander praised you, saying if you joined the army, you would definitely be a godly general who could lead the troops to victory. Master Qu hasn’t spoken such praise about me before.”
The soldiers exchanged glances, their expressions growing serious.
Their Commander Qu never spoke carelessly; he was thoughtful and meticulous. Every word he said was typically well thought out.
“May I ask… Young Brother Li, how much military force can you handle? Is it more than Young Lord?” The one-armed man inquired cautiously.
“Handle military force?”
Li Mo glanced at Zhong Zhenyue.
Zhong Zhenyue explained, “A hundred soldiers make up a formation, which is called a ‘fang.’ The battle formation’s power usually manifests from the core; the stronger the physical and consciousness soul, the more military power one can handle.”
“For me, working with Ling Jie, I can handle at most four formations.”
That was the exact amount of personal guards he brought from South Pass City.
Li Mo began to understand.
The power of the battle formation was so vast; it was not something an ordinary person could wield. To channel the strength of so many people through one individual was exceptionally significant.
Those who could handle ten formations were called great generals, able to lead the charge.
Those who could handle a hundred formations were referred to as forces to be reckoned with, existing for battlefield domination.
As for current godly generals… Da Yu did have one.
King of South Border.
Of course, besides the ‘core,’ it also correlated with the excellence of the soldiers and the commander’s abilities.
“If I were to study the battle formations, I wonder how much military power I could handle…”
“Brother Li can try it out tomorrow.”
…
A bunch of rugged fellows got into the conversation’s spirit; their coarse voices rumbled and shook the tavern’s ceiling.
“Shouldn’t he be able to get a good sleep tonight?”
Ying Bing looked over at the young man relaxing among the soldiers, wondering to herself.
Observation Realm warriors can meditate instead of sleeping.
But unless it was an emergency, they still made time for a little sleep each day to refresh themselves.
Yet Li Mo hadn’t caught a break in ages.
At that moment, a child at the adjacent table grew sleepy, rubbing his eyes due to the noise.
His mother, a local from South Border, gently patted his back and hummed softly:
“The sky is dark, it’s about to rain.”
“The sky is dark, dark….”
The local lullaby provided a soothing yet distinct tenderness amidst the chaos, lulling the child into a deep slumber.
The girl’s eyes were soft and tranquil in the firework-lit night.
Nothing was deliberately remembered.
Yet the song stayed firmly in her heart…
