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"What are you doing? Do you want to repay me with your body?"

Du Shaomu stood up and smiled at Lee Ling'er.

"You wish! I'm only looking at you …" It's too hard on you, so don't think too much about it. " Lee Ling'er pouted, her rosy cheeks becoming even more tender.

"Sigh …"

Du Shaomu sighed and whispered, "Other people's wedding night is worth a thousand gold, while I am working hard and not fawning on them."

"What are you muttering about?"

Lee Ling'er glared at Du Shaomu with her big beautiful eyes.

"Nothing."

Du Shaomu smiled awkwardly, then said to Lee Ling'er: "You have to open all 12 main meridians and 8 special meridians, but becoming a Heavenly Vein Divine Body is not possible in one night, it will take at least 5 days, and even if that Spiritual Liquid can help you cut down your bones and cleanse your marrow, it will still need 5 times."

"Yes."

Lee Ling'er nodded. She was already shocked to her core. Even if she were to open a few acupoints, it would be a miraculous feat.

Moreover, this fellow only needed five days to open up all the meridians in his body and become a Heavenly Vein Divine Body. If this news were to spread out, the entire world would be in an uproar!

The two of them then left the secret room.

Early in the morning, Aiten and Du Xiaohou had already prepared clothes, washed up, and waited outside the room with hot water.

Seeing Du Shaomu and Lee Ling'er coming out, Yating lowered her head to her chest, not daring to look at Du Shaomu.

Du Xiaohou, on the other hand, had been curiously sizing up Du Shaomu as he secretly asked, "Young Master, how is the bridal room full of candles and flowers? The servants in the mansion all say that one hour of the Spring Lantern is worth a thousand gold, is that right?"

Du Shaomu hit Du Xiaohou on the back of the head and rolled his eyes. He snappily said, "Do you want me to tell you about the marriage and give it a try?"

"There's no need, Young Master. I don't want to get married yet, I still want to …" I want to train martial arts first and become the martial cultivator! "

Last time, the young master said that he could also become a martial cultivator.

Du Shaomu looked at Du Xiaohou and asked with a serious expression, "Once one steps on this path for martial cultivation, there will be no turning back. The danger and pain contained within will far exceed your imagination. You must think about it."

"Young master, I have thought it through, I want to become a martial cultivator, then I can protect my wife, and protect my young master. As long as I can become a martial cultivator, no matter what suffering I have to endure, I am not afraid." Du Xiaohou patted his chest with determination in his eyes.

Looking at Du Xiaohou for a while, Du Shaomu nodded and said to Du Xiaohou, "Accompany me to meet mother in a while. I will take you to meet master. But whether you have the luck to do so will depend on your luck."

"Thank you, Young Master."

Du Xiaohou was ecstatic. He estimated that the young master was going to take him as a disciple to either City Lord Yun Zhenhai or City Lord Ye Mingchao. If he had such a strong warrior as his master, it would be unthinkable.

After washing up, Du Shaomu and Lee Ling'er went to see Jiang Rou.

"Ling'er greets mother."

Lee Ling'er bowed to Jiang Rou. Today, she purposely wore a long dress that looked a little jade-like, with hundreds of flowers embroidered on the hem. The dress was covered with a thin layer of fiery red silk, and her feet were covered in a fiery red cloth.

At this moment, Lee Ling'er's snow-white muscles were even more prominent. She exuded an ethereal aura, her eyes were steady, and as she looked around, she seemed to have transcended the mortal world, causing others to feel intimidated, ashamed of themselves, and not dare to blaspheme her.

"Get up, quick."

Jiang Rou was happy. She looked at her daughter-in-law in front of her. She was cute and well-behaved. The more she looked, the more she liked her. She kept saying, "My son is lucky. If Shaomu dares to bully you in the future, you can tell me. Mother will beat him up for you."

"Yes, mother."1

Lee Ling'er held Jiang Rou's hand and looked at Du Shaomu out of the corner of her eyes. It was as if she was telling Du Shaomu that she would have a backer in the future.

After the family finished their breakfast, Lee Ling'er and Jiang Rou seemed to have endless words to say to each other.

As the daughter-in-law spoke, Du Shaomu didn't say anything and just slipped out.

"Young Master, the young mistress is so beautiful, and she is also a good person. It's been a long time since I've seen her so happy."

Du Xiaohou followed behind Du Shaomu. Seeing his mistress happy, he was also happy in his heart.

With a smile, Du Shaomu patted the back of Du Xiaohou's head and said, "Let's go. I'll take you as my disciple. Whether or not you succeed will depend on your luck."

A moment later, in the Du Family backyard, Du Xiaohou saw Lord Kuang.

He was wearing the clothes that he had changed into last night. He didn't know why Lord Kuang became dirty again, but his messy hair looked like a bird's nest.

It was late in the morning and Lord Kuang was still sleeping on the bed. Looking at Du Shaomu and Du Xiaohou, he lazily stretched his back and opened his mouth to ask Wu Tie, "Why are you here?"

"Xiaohou wants to cultivate. See if he can be accepted as his disciple. If you die five years later, he can be considered to have a successor that can be left behind." Du Shaomu went straight to the point.

But Du Xiaohou was dumbfounded. Wasn't the young master supposed to take him to worship Ye Mingchao or Yun Zhenhai as his master? Why would he bring him to worship Lord Kuang as his teacher?

He glanced at Du Xiaohou and said: "The bones are too poor, the talent is too poor, and the enlightenment is too late. Even if I were to teach him all I have, I probably won't be able to use even one percent of my skills, but since this kid has nothing to do with me, I might as well just learn as much as I can from last night's wine and meat. If I can learn even one percent, then there will be a place for him in this world in the future!"

"Xiaohou, apprenticeship. Lord Kuang will be your master from now on!" Du Shaomu said to Du Xiaohou.

Du Xiaohou was still in a daze, as if he had not come back to his senses. However, when he heard the young master's words, he did not dare to doubt them and immediately knelt beside Lord Kuang, respectfully kowtowing three times.

"Get up."

Lord Kuang looked at Du Xiaohou. At this moment, his expression turned serious. A trace of light surged within the depths of his murky eyes.

Du Xiaohou stood up, with some doubt in his eyes. He didn't understand why the young master wanted him to acknowledge Lord Kuang as his teacher.

"Xiaohou's muscles and bones are a little weak right now, and he's not as talented either. I'll take him down first and let him come back to enlighten me in a few days." Du Shaomu left with Du Xiaohou.

Lord Kuang didn't say anything and just continued sleeping on the bed.

"Young master, do I really have to take Lord Kuang as my master?"

After walking far out of the courtyard, Du Xiaohou couldn't help but ask Du Shaomu.

Du Shaomu halted his steps and said to Du Xiaohou, "I'm afraid that even if countless geniuses in this world want to become Lord Kuang's disciple, Lord Kuang might not have a good impression of them. This is your boy's fortune, so you must cherish it well."

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