Ke Mo stood there for a moment, still wanting to ask Ying Bing when the Biyun Tower was established, but found her quietly sitting there, completely lacking her usual icy demeanor.
Besides.
Given the shiny reflection on her big-headed doll-like forehead, it was clear that Ying Bing had already been sitting in the hall for a while.
He thought she had gone out…
“Ying Bing, how long have you been sitting here?”
Hearing the voice from behind, Ying Bing turned around gently:
“Not long, I just stepped out of my room to get some fresh air and chatted a bit with Sister Qin and Clan Leader Shang. Why are you so late coming back?”
“…..Actually, I’ve been back for quite a while, just hanging out in your room.”
“….”
“…..”
Ying Bing froze, her fingertips curling slightly.
Ke Mo gazed upward at the Biyun Tower ceiling at a 45-degree angle.
Silence enveloped the hall for a moment.
But clever little Ke Mo coughed lightly, breaking the silence:
“They already left? What were you all chatting about?”
“Knowing a person’s face but not their heart—some upright gentlemen seem serious on the surface but have another face behind the scenes…” Ying Bing said, her tone rather ghostly.
“？？？？”
Ke Mo felt a bit sheepish as he touched his nose.
Every few words she said made him feel like his ID number was being recited out loud.
Was she talking about him?
Well, it could only be him—after all, among the three, everyone knew the so-called upright gentleman was likely him alone.
But wait… even when he didn’t dream at night, he was still in his little world. How did Sister Qin know?
Ying Bing was even less likely to know…
“To be honest, purely a bystander… or, like, what kind of other face?”
“Likes feet, for instance.”
“…..” Ke Mo leaned back slightly; it’s over, she really was talking about him.
“But as the saying goes, a gentleman talks about actions, not hearts. Who doesn’t have a few quirks? Great achievers don’t sweat the small stuff; little quirks aren’t scandalous…”
“They were talking about the folks from Da Shang,” Ying Bing added.
Ke Mo paused, his expression shifting from sheepish to serious: “So those are all common sayings, but personally, I lean toward the unity of knowledge and action—what’s in the heart should be what you do!”
“……”
Looking at his stubbornness, Ying Bing rolled her eyes quietly and stood up with a lantern in hand.
In a way, Ke Mo wasn’t entirely wrong.
He really was quite unified in knowledge and action, only some knowledge… hadn’t come to fruition yet?
According to the relativity of softness and hardness, if Ke Mo was hard, then she could afford to be soft—specifically, her mouth.
So since he didn’t ask her, she sat here waiting quietly, yet claimed she hadn’t waited long at all.
And Ying Bing also didn’t tell him that she occasionally saw the doors to his new world whenever he was extracting penalties.
Half an hour later, Ke Mo prepared a late-night snack, and while delivering it, he logically entered Ying Bing’s room.
See? Unity of knowledge and action.
Little Ke the upright gentleman always followed through with what he said, but occasionally his hands had a mind of their own, and that wasn’t his fault.
For instance, he planned just to massage her feet, but somehow that escalated…
“Wow… Ying Bing, why do your calves feel longer than your thighs?”
“No one has calves longer than thighs…”
“Really? Then I might have measured wrong; I need to feel again.”
…
The following time passed quite peacefully.
Everyone put their idle hearts aside and seriously prepared for the next round of the Qianlong Conference. Meanwhile, Ke Mo made some investments with a few friends (sheep shearing).
He gifted Old Xiao two rare treasures that would greatly benefit the consciousness soul, helping that old man recover a bit more.
With Brother Murong, Ke Mo didn’t invest in items but instead shared some advanced secrets of fighting.
Murong Xiao was very touched; he felt that Brother Ke was truly wonderful. Although he was no longer a disciple of the Qingyuan Sect, Brother Ke didn’t care about such things at all, completely disregarding social status.
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Li Mo expressed that no further words were needed; may all the heroes in the world learn the secrets of fighting!
Murong Xiao gave him a thumbs-up.
It’s just that it was uncertain how the masters at the Floating Temple would react if they knew.
As for Huang Donglai, it was even easier—just throw money at him.
Speaking of it, he still didn’t know just how many tricks and cards Huang Donglai had up his sleeves, and what martial arts he was practicing was still a mystery…
Thus, he might as well give him some cash; whatever he needed, Old Huang could prepare himself.
After two days of rest, that was honestly all he could do.
The feedback from his investments yielded quite a few insights into martial arts.
Unfortunately, it was mostly regarding the hammer arts.
As for the King of South Border’s military tactics, Little Li didn’t have much time to explore that before, so he could wait until after the Qianlong Conference to study it seriously.
On the morning of the third day.
The sky was overcast, leaving people uncertain whether it was morning or evening, as if it could rain at any moment, or perhaps it already had.
Yet the overly shadowy portrait of the country prevented any rain from falling into the Imperial Capital.
Once again, he returned to the noon gate.
Li Mo stood under the platform, looking up at the yellow sacred edict hanging high above the noon gate, which listed the names of the Qianlong Tianjiao.
If eliminated, the names would be crossed out, and in the end, only three could remain on the list.
Little Li couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotions.
When he saw his own name posted on the noon gate, he finally felt it was real.
“Weren’t these used to post the names of executed offenders?”
Zhong Zhenyue scratched his head.
He wasn’t comfortable around those noble families, so he just hung around with Li Mo.
The surrounding Qianlong Tianjiao all shot them unfriendly looks.
Li Mo: “…..”
At this point in the atmosphere, you really didn’t have to say that.
Of course, compared to Zhong Zhenyue, Li Mo would rather Zhong Ling keep quiet.
“What? The Cold Fairy already has someone, is it the God Hammer Little Overlord?”
“What? She’s going to have a baby with the Little Overlord?”
“Honestly, I saw the falling flowers with my own eyes.”
“？？？Mom, I’m gonna explode! Don’t hold me back!”
“Wait! If you rush in there, what happens when he pulls out the hammer? Let’s wait till he’s on stage!”
So….. those unfriendly looks were actually directed at Little Li.
Ying Bing quietly lowered her gaze, seemingly unable to comprehend what the people around her were saying.
Well, she really didn’t understand before.
In some ways, she certainly didn’t know anything before seeing the upright gentleman’s learning materials.
However, upon hearing that someone wanted to teach Li Mo a lesson, Ying Bing couldn’t help but look over with a frown.
The blue-clothed young man who previously wanted to beat up Li Mo suddenly felt showered with grace and joy:
“The Cold Fairy is looking at me!”
“Ning Que, I feel like she’s considering how many swords it would take to k*ll you.”
Next to the blue-clothed young man was a girl in a light dress, looking cute and spirited, giving him the look one would give to trash.
“Ning Jue, I’ve told you, outside you have to call me brother, not my name.”
“Heh, I’m not gonna be your shameless brother.”
Ning Que took two steps back in disbelief, as if struck by lightning.
Just like Shang Qin Qing said, everyone has another side that’s not known to others.
Penglai Xingzi had become the Cold Fairy’s devoted fan ever since listening to that famous “Heavenly Kings Breaking the Formation” tune. That was normal as he had already been recognized by the divine artifact of music, the Clear Sea Relic Sound Zither…
At the same time, he was also a sister complex.
“The Little Overlord takes a genuine look; he’s rather handsome, huh? More like an upright gentleman than you Ning Que.”
“Geez… stop looking! Don’t you think the Cold Fairy’s look makes it seem like she’s already given you a few cuts?”
….
PS: Please recharge my batteries, muah -3-
