My husband is a time traveler!

"What's wrong with me?"

Huo Xiang touched his eight-pack abs and felt that Ms. Wanyan's requirements were too high and her way of speaking needed to be improved.

These days, he eats and drinks well, and the injured back in the underground palace has returned to its original state. Every time he takes a bath and observes himself, he can't help but admire this body that is full of strength and has the right proportions and shapes.

The memory derived from his muscles made him much more responsive. Occasionally he would also perform some simple martial arts, and it would be absolutely no problem to fight against five or six local gangsters. Isn't it natural that he would be loved by his fellow gangsters?

Although Wan Yanjing's words were a bit contemptuous, Huo Xiang thought he was very generous and would not argue with her.

Like him, his precise grasp of the art of language is much better than that of Wan Yanjing, and he cleverly decided to change the direction of the topic.

"Lao Xu and Er Gou couldn't find us. Could it be because our disguise was too successful? If we were to find them, we wouldn't necessarily go to that conference." Huo Xiang ruffled the goose's feathers, thinking otherwise. Put this goose on your shoulder and it will definitely stand out.

He told Wanyanjing his thoughts, but Wanyanjing shook his head.

"No, even if you do meet Lao Xu and Ergou, I advise you not to recognize them."

"Then why?" Huo Xiang felt that women were really fickle. She had just persuaded him to attend the conference, citing Lao Xu and Ergou as reasons, but now he refused.

He took a guess: "Are you afraid that someone has already targeted the two of them and will be followed if you meet them?"

"That's not..." Wanyanjing hesitated. She couldn't say that she suspected that Lao Xu was digging a hole for her, and he didn't look like a good person.

But Huo Xiang has always trusted Lao Xu. Lao Xu has kept horse-drawn carriages for the palace for many years, and his loyalty to King Xuan is also evident. Maybe she misunderstood?

Something flashed through her mind, and Wanyanjing felt as if she had missed something.

After a dreamless night, Huo Xiang got up early and went out to attend Nalaoshizi's evil elimination meeting.

Wan Yanjing slept until she woke up naturally. She stayed in bed for a while and then got up.

Sanjiu lay quietly beside her. Wanyanjing thought of something, and her fingers couldn't help but stroke the lines on the handle of the knife, as well as the slightly larger sheath tied with cloth strips.

This knife originally had a scabbard, but unfortunately she left it in the carriage outside the underground palace. After arriving at Luyang City, Huo Xiang went to the weapons shop to buy a knife, and got a similar scabbard for it, but it was not measured. It was custom-made, but in the end it still didn’t fit properly, and it was a waste of this good knife.

Sanjiu was given to her by Yang Sangu when she started to practice swordsmanship. She did not explain the origin, but everyone understood it tacitly.

The length of this knife perfectly suited her, and it had a nice appearance and a nice name. Wanyanjing didn't know anything about weapons, and she could see its value at a glance.

Sangu Yang, who runs a martial arts school, probably wouldn't be able to handle such a good knife. Huo Xiang should have asked Sangu Yang to give it to her.

But Huo Xiang didn't say anything, so she just kept pretending she didn't know.

It's just a knife, nothing.

But she didn't expect that this knife was actually made by Huo Xiang himself.

Wanyanjing closed her eyes, the scene in her dream last night was still vivid in her mind.

In the hot blacksmithing room, the heavy and dark furnace was burning with white flames. It was unknown what was burning. It seemed that the temperature of the flames was much higher than that of ordinary flames.

Lao Xu followed beside him, polishing a piece of white metal, which was the root of the Sanjiu knife handle.

"Why did the prince suddenly think of making a knife? The pattern of this knife is really clever. I wonder where the prince got it?"

Huo Xiang's upper body was naked and smashed: "I painted it, you would send you it."

"Your Majesty is actually a good blacksmith!" Old Xu raised his voice and praised the boss. He seemed to be accustomed to Huo Xiang's omnipotence: "Forget it, without Han Tie and Yuan Jin, even with the blueprints, it can't be done , are they made for the princess?"

Huo Xiang was silent for a while, then he laughed and said: "She must have tried so hard to practice martial arts because she wanted to kill me, so I have to make her a sharp knife, otherwise ordinary knives may not be able to cut through my thick flesh." Shameless.”

Lao Xu didn't say anything, only sighed leisurely...    "Bang, bang, bang!"

Sanjiu gradually took shape and became what it is now.

Wan Yanjing opened her eyes, re-examined the knife in front of her, and sighed for a long time.

Breakfast has been set on the table, a bowl of meat porridge, a plate of steamed dumplings and a plate of side dishes.

The table is a bit close to the door, and you can clearly hear the sounds outside. There are guests and the cleaning boy coming and going from time to time outside the house. It seems that the business of the inn is as good as ever.

After almost eating, the voice of a middle-aged man not far from the door caught Wanyanjing's attention.

It was just an insignificant conversation at first, but a name made Wanyanjing's ears prick up instantly.

The middle-aged man said: "Hey, is it Monk Mo Li? You are here too?"

"Amitabha, does the donor recognize me?"

"Master keeps a low profile and doesn't often travel around the world, but I met you once with my uncle when I was young. At that time, I was only a teenager. Now more than thirty years have passed, and the master's style remains the same, but I have changed a lot. Master is no longer You should recognize me as well."

Mori?

Wanyanjing's heart was filled with huge waves.

Monk Mo Li, is it really him? Could it be that they have homophones or maybe she simply heard it wrong.

Once upon a time, there was a sloppy old Taoist priest who said that as long as he could find Monk Mo Li and Patriarch Honglin, he could relieve her of the calamity of death.

It's not that she hasn't inquired about these two people, but they are as if they don't exist. No one has heard of them, and in the end she can only think that the sloppy Taoist priest is talking nonsense.

But now, that expert who has been unable to find a way out of his iron shoes is right outside her door?

Is it too much of a coincidence?

Wan Yanjing hesitated for a moment. She instinctively felt something was strange, but outside, Monk Mo Li and the middle-aged man had finished their greetings and seemed to be about to separate.

If she didn't seize this opportunity and Monk Mo Li left, it would be difficult for her to find him again in the huge crowd.

"Crack!"

Wanyanjing opened the door of the house with the knife in her arms, looking for a figure in the dark blur.

"Master Mo Li, please stay!"

Unexpectedly, Monk Mo Li didn't seem to have gone far. The voice that responded to her was not far away, and the middle-aged man who had exchanged greetings with him was probably gone.

"But Madam called me?"

Wan Yanjing nodded hesitantly: "My little girl is dying soon. Someone once said that Master, you can save my life. I wonder if this is true?"

Monk Mo Li pondered: "If Madam can trust me, you might as well come with me. I do know some Qihuang techniques, but they are not sophisticated, so you might as well show Madam."

Where to go with him? Can't it work here?

Wanyanjing resisted frowning, wondering if it would be a bit reckless to come forward this time, or should she wait until Huo Xiang comes back.

　I was sick before and a notice was posted in the comment area. I don’t know if my friends have seen it.

　　The flu is rampant. Everyone should pay attention to their health.

　　(End of this chapter)