741 Imperial City Sword Tiger, Huang Zhihu (3)

Standing in the small courtyard, Huang Zhihu was silent for a while before a smile appeared on her face.

“Haha, my backer has returned.

“In the future, I can do whatever I want in the Imperial City…

Kicking open the door, Huang Zhihu ran in.

…

When she woke up, it was already late in the morning.

Huang Zhihu, who had messy hair and was casually wearing a robe, walked out of the room and saw Han Muye sitting beside the stone table in the small courtyard.

“Godfather…” Huang Zhihu stuck out her tongue.

“Cuicui told me that you sleep until noon every day and often stay out at night.”

Han Muye looked up and said calmly, “Change into women’s clothes.”

Huang Zhihu was stunned and hurriedly said, “Godfather, it’s not convenient to wear female clothes. I never wear—”

Han Muye glared at her.

Muttering to herself, she turned around and walked into the room. Fifteen minutes later, she slowly walked out in a light yellow dress.

“Let Cuicui comb your hair for you,” Han Muye said with a glance.

Huang Zhihu touched her hair that she had casually tied into a bun. “Oh.” She left the small courtyard and went next door.

“Sigh, will Sixth Brother blame me for raising this little girl like this?” Han Muye muttered in the small courtyard.

When Huang Zhihu arrived at the store in female clothing, Tiger Head and the other two were stunned.

“What are you looking at?”

Huang Zhihu widened her eyes and made the three little fellows take a step back.

She suddenly thought of something and bent down to pinch Tiger Head’s ear. “Tiger Head, am I beautiful?”

Tiger Head nodded.

“Haha, Aunt Cui, add an egg for Tiger Head. It’s on me.” Huang Zhihu laughed as she ran into the store to look for Cuicui.

When she came out, her hair was tied up into a beautiful bun.

“With our Zhihu’s figure and appearance, she’s a rare beauty in the Imperial City. Why did she have to wear men’s clothes?

“Look, the guy eating the buns over there has stuffed the buns into his nose,” Cuicui said with a smile as she led the slightly shy Huang Zhihu out.

It was rare for Huang Zhihu’s face to turn red. She grabbed Cuicui’s sleeve and said, “Aunt Cui, I want to eat braised beef noodles. Also, I want a tray of three fresh buns.”

Cuicui was about to nod and answer when Han Muye’s voice sounded. “What do you want to eat? There’s no need for cultivators to waste this food.

“Put a stop to the desire for eating.”

Stop?

Huang Zhihu’s face fell.

“Let’s go to the Mystic Sun Guards’ camp,” Han Muye said again.

Huang Zhihu looked at her clothes: “I, I’m going like this?”

Han Muye nodded and turned to the carriage Zuo Lin had prepared.

“Oh no, my Imperial City’s Sword Tiger’s reputation is going to be ruined…” Huang Zhihu covered her face with her hand and slowly paced around.

“Miss—” a voice began.

“Scram.” Huang Zhihu shouted coldly. She rushed up the carriage in a few steps and the carriage set off.

“You stepped on someone else’s foot, yet you’re still so arrogant…” On the side of the main road, someone muttered in a daze.

…

As the carriage moved forward, Han Muye saw that Imperial Garden Street was still prosperous, but there seemed to be a flurry of activity.

Most of the people were armed with swords and had resolute expressions.

There were also many people who seemed confused.

Although the Imperial City was still the same Imperial City, it was affected by the chaos everywhere.

With the current situation, it was impossible for any place to be spared.

In the carriage, Huang Zhihu, who was sitting upright, described the current situation in the Imperial City and the Heavenly Mystic in a low voice.

Most of the Confucian cultivators in the Imperial City were outside the realm. Other than Mr. Green Vine teaching on the Yongding River, almost everyone Han Muye knew was not in the Imperial City.

Now the main instructors of the Imperial City Academy were all at the Grandmaster Realm. There were very few Grandmasters.

Grandmaster powerhouses were basically not outside the realm and were suppressing everywhere.

Most of the experts in the Mystic Sun Guards were also outside the realm. On one hand, they were dealing with the attacks of the Immortal Spirit World, and on the other hand, they were tempering themselves with cultivation.

“Godfather, I’ve discussed with Crown Prince Yunduan to prepare to leave the capital.”

Huang Zhihu raised her head and whispered.

Leave the capital?

These two guys are quite bold. They actually want to leave the capital.

Outside the Imperial City, there were many forces that dared to kill the royal family.

The Confucian Dao did not have enough suppression power. The Mystic Sun Guards were attacking everywhere, and Huang Zhihu and the other reserve commanders were only on missions around the Imperial City.

Huang Zhihu and Yunduan were bold. They would often leave the city and walk along the Yongding River.

According to Huang Zhihu, many cultivators broke the law and disrupted the order of the Heavenly Mystic. They should be killed.

The night before, Yunduan was looking for Huang Zhihu because a county’s tribute had been plundered.

Han Muye sat in the carriage, narrowed his eyes, and nodded. “We’ll see about that.”

When he returned to the Heavenly Mystic, he also had the intention to stabilize the Heavenly Mystic.

However, it was different from Huang Zhihu’s small fight. If he wanted to attack, he would naturally sweep through the world.

As the carriage moved forward, they noticed that the surrounding pedestrians were all wearing black robes.

Mystic Sun Guards.

Dressed in black, their hearts were filled with light.

In front of them was the Mystic Sun Guards’ camp.

All the reserve commanders were here to accept missions and receive systematic training.

“It’s Sword Tiger’s carriage.”

Seeing Zuo Lin drive the carriage over, someone exclaimed softly.

Everyone quickly made way for it.

Han Muye turned to look at Huang Zhihu.

“Well, I, I am, just that my swordsmanship is better…” Huang Zhihu’s fingers intertwined as she lowered her head.

The carriage stopped three miles outside the camp, and Han Muye got out.

The surrounding people were stunned when they saw Han Muye get out of the carriage.

Doesn’t this carriage belong to the Imperial City’s Sword Tiger, Huang Zhihu?

The next moment, Huang Zhihu, who was wearing a yellow dress and a lady-like hairstyle, lowered her head and got out of the carriage.

That casual look made the surrounding Mystic Sun Guards stare.

Huang Zhihu glared at them fiercely. She wanted to chase after her adoptive father with large strides, but her steps were hampered by her dress. She could only chase after him with small steps.

“That’s… Sword Tiger?”

A young man in a black robe covered the side of his face with his hand.

“If I had known earlier, I would have been slapped even more…”

“The Imperial City’s Sword Tiger is actually such a beauty?” Someone’s eyes lit up. He touched his shoulder, which was still a little painful. It no longer hurt now.

Han Muye was stopped in front of the camp.

A few Mystic Sun Guards in black armor had solemn expressions and vigilance in their eyes.

“No one is allowed to enter the Mystic Sun Guards’ camp!”

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