With One Month Left To Live, I Raised The Young Empress To Be A Sickly Girl

Fenghuoshan is located to the east of the Tianlong Dynasty, more than three hundred miles away from the imperial capital. The endless mountains are a natural training ground.

There are a very large number of Monsters in the mountains, so this place is also called the Monster Mountains of the Tianlong Dynasty. Fenghuoshan is located at the southern end of the mountains. There are a very large number of Monsters, and the number of Martial Artists who come here to practice is relatively small.

Those who can come here are not ordinary people.

At nightfall, Long Aotian ran wildly for half a day on a flying sword and finally arrived at Fengshan Mountain. She grabbed Chen Mo's shoulder with her backhand and threw him to the ground.

"You guy, if I ask you to follow me, just be honest. Why are you hugging my waist?"

Long Aotian raised his eyebrows and scolded angrily with a cold face.

Chen Mo was only thrown down half a foot from the ground. The landing was unstable, but he was not injured. He stared at Long Aotian aggrievedly and said: "I'm just an ordinary person, stepping on a flying sword. I don't feel safe. If I don't hug him If I fall from the sky while holding you, I won’t be left with bruises on my body; besides, we are all men, so what’s the matter with holding your waist, are you still afraid that I will take advantage of you?”

The devil and you are men... Long Aotian bit his silver teeth and glared at Chen Mo hatefully, "Be careful in the future, I don't want to be misunderstood that I am as good as Long Yang...".

I don’t have a round face, a beard, and wear white socks... Chen Mo cursed in his heart.

"Now that we have arrived at Fengshan Mountain, please lead the way."

Long Aotian couldn't wait to get the golden cicada in her bag. The damage to her meridians had almost become a worry for her. She couldn't wait to find the golden cicada immediately and cure the injuries on her body.

Chen Mo was helpless and shook his head: "You are a Martial Artist, I am just an ordinary person. I am running all the way. I am exhausted and hungry. If you don't let me rest and eat, how can I accompany you to find the Golden Chancao?".

Martial Artist is different from ordinary people. The higher the realm, the less desire for food. He can resist hunger by absorbing the Spirit Qi of heaven and earth. But Chen Mo... people are iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will get hungry.

Long Aotian was unable to refute. Although she was unhappy, she could only do as Chen Mo said; she took out food from her storage ring to let Chen Mo satisfy his needs, and then found a piece of grass for him to rest quickly. .

Time was running out and his body was exhausted. Chen Mo didn't mind it and just fell down on the grass and fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but the sound coming from the surroundings woke up Chen Mo who was sleeping.

Although Long Aotian was there, the Fengshan Mountain was after all a place frequented by powerful Great Monsters, and he did not dare to sleep too hard.

"What's wrong?"

The surroundings were still dark, and a bonfire was burning nearby. Chen Mo could see that Long Aotian's face was very solemn, and he was staring ahead warily.

"There is movement..."

Long Aotian said lightly, there are only two things that can haunt this place, Monster and Martial Artist.

Either way, you need to be careful. Monsters can eat people, and Martial Artists may kill people and steal treasures.

A tall and thin figure walked out of the forest. Under the light of the bonfire, Chen Mo gradually saw the appearance of the person. His long hair was tied up high into a ball shape and held in place by a simple bamboo stick. A strand of hair fell down in front of his forehead, and his fair cheeks were a bit sickly. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was wearing a navy blue robe and walked slowly, but every step was windy.

"Zhang Huanzhi, a poor Taoist, came here to practice. When he saw the light of the fire, he came to take a look. I'm sorry to disturb you two's rest..."

The little Taoist priest bowed his hands and said respectfully.

Long Aotian raised his eyebrows slightly, and he could tell at a glance that the little Taoist priest in front of him was only at Ninth Grade level. There were many monsters in Fenghuoshan Mountain, and the weakest ones were equivalent to humans starting at Seventh Grade level. A Ninth Grade person coming here would be tantamount to death.

Long Aotian has seen this kind of stupid young man many times, and there is no need to remind each one of them. He took Chen Mo's hand and was about to leave, but found that the latter was stunned in place, motionless.

Zhang Huanzhi?

Ordinary Zhang Huanzhi?

Chen Mo's lips trembled slightly, and even his voice changed, "You are Zhang Huanzhi from Tianshi Mansion."

People in Kyushu may not know about Tianlong Dynasty, but they must know about Tianshi Mansion.

Tianshi Mansion has been established in Jiuzhou for ten thousand years, and it has been invincible in Jiuzhou for ten thousand years. It is called the best in Jiuzhou. Five of the top ten famous masters in the world are from Tianshi Mansion.

Today, Zhang Huanzhi is just a Ninth Grade Martial Artist with no name. If it weren't for the reputation of Tianshi Mansion, no one would care about his existence.

However, three hundred years later, he succeeded to the throne of Heavenly Master, suppressed all the heroes in the world, single-handedly suppressed the turmoil in the restricted area, and achieved the reputation of being the best in the world.

"Pindao is a member of the Tianshi Mansion"

Faced with Chen Mo's question, Zhang Huanzhi did not hide anything. His Taoist robes were too conspicuous, and anyone with knowledge could see it at a glance.

Long Aotian frowned slightly. The Tianlong Dynasty was far away from the Tianshi Mansion. She had never been in contact with the people in the Tianshi Mansion, so naturally she did not know the clothes of the Tianshi Mansion. Now after hearing what Zhang Huanzhi said, she showed respect for the latter. Somewhat.

But that's all. The purpose of her coming here is for the Golden Chancao. There is no need to waste time on the people of Tianshi Mansion.

Chen Mo didn't leave, Long Aotian forced him to leave.

"Why are you so anxious? He is Zhang Huanzhi from Tianshi Mansion."

Chen Mo was anxious. He wanted to talk more with the future No. 1 in the world.

"So what about Tianshi Mansion, so what about Zhang Huanzhi, he is more important than Jinchancao?"

He is the future No. 1 in the world... Chen Mo secretly murmured in his heart that if Long Aotian knew about this, he would definitely be more excited than himself.

However, this is something that will happen three hundred years later. Even if Chen Mo said it now, Long Aotian might not believe it.

Golden cicada grass grows hundreds of feet underground. In the middle of Fengshan Mountain, there is a crack, which is as dark as an abyss. Before reaching the crack, you can feel a gloomy cold air blowing towards your face.

"Go down three hundred feet from here, and you will find the place where golden cicada grows."

Chen Mo pointed to the crack with no grass around it. The latter frowned slightly, took a few steps forward, and took a closer look below, "Are you sure there is golden cicada below?"

"If you don't believe us, we can go back."

"There may be danger below"

"The more precious the treasure, the more dangerous the place. This is an eternal law... How is your strength?"

"Middle Fourth Grade"

"enough"

Chen Mo nodded slightly. The danger below was only for unknown strong men, but for him who had mastered the strategy, it was more than enough to be protected by Fourth Grade masters.

Long Aotian summoned the flying sword, stepped on the sword body, and dragged Chen Mo up with one hand. The latter immediately hugged her waist in fright. Her face was slightly cold, but thinking of asking the latter to help get the golden cicada, I can only suppress the dissatisfaction in my heart.

From the ground down, the temperature dropped sharply, like entering an ice cellar.

The cold made Chen Mo's body tremble uncontrollably. The hand that hugged Long Aotian's waist couldn't help but exert a little more force. But with this force, his hands unconsciously reached up and grabbed, "Brother Aotian's pectoralis major." Why is it so exaggerated?"