Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The next day, Lin Mo arrived at the inn where Ke Zhenhai was staying.

I knocked on the door, and a hoarse voice came from inside saying, "Come in."

Pushing open the door, you see Ke Zhenhai sitting at his desk, holding a calligraphy brush in his hand, with a tanned leather sheet spread out in front of him, covered with dense writing.

Lin Mo glanced at it and vaguely saw the words "separation of powers," "popular sovereignty," and "equality for all."

He thought to himself:

"This old man even knows that a bad pen is worse than a good memory!"

Ke Zhenhai, holding the water-based pen, stood up and looked at Lin Mo with his one eye:

"Lord Lin, you didn't come to visit me just for a casual chat, did you?"

Lin Mo didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point:

"Old Ke, what happened to Cao Dahai yesterday served as a wake-up call for me."

My Flying Tigers can crush ordinary armies, but they still struggle against top martial artists.

If it weren't for Elder Ke's intervention yesterday, I would be dead.

Therefore, I would like to ask Mr. Ke to train a group of elites for me, and select a dozen or so of the best potential candidates from the Flying Tigers and the Thousand Households for training.

The goal is to train a dozen or so experts of at least third-rate rank in the shortest possible time, so that when facing opponents of the Imperial Guard's caliber in the future, they will at least be able to put up a fight.

Ke Zhenhai sat down in the chair, narrowed his one eye, and did not answer immediately.

He reached for the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, pushed it in front of Lin Mo, poured himself a cup, and took a sip.

After a moment of silence, he slammed his teacup heavily on the table:

"Okay."

Now that I've pledged allegiance to Lianhai County, I can't just take advantage without contributing anything.

You can choose the people; don't send anyone with poor qualifications to waste my time.

However, let me be clear from the start: teaching apprentices is not like training soldiers. If you train them incorrectly, you'll really get kidnapped. Don't feel sorry for your few soldiers then.

"Old Ke, just keep fighting. As long as you can produce a group of top fighters, you can even tear down the Flying Tigers' training ground."

After Lin Mo took his leave, Ke Zhenhai sat down at his desk again, picked up his brush, and continued writing on the leather.

He carefully wrote down the principles he had heard in Long Qingxue's room yesterday on cowhide.

After he finished writing, he picked up the cowhide and examined it carefully twice under the light of the electric lamp.

After confirming that there were no problems, he rolled the cowhide into a thin tube, tied it to the leg of a gray-feathered homing pigeon by the window, opened the window, and sent the pigeon into the air.

The pigeon took flight, circled halfway in the air, and then flew north, quickly disappearing into the night.

Lianhai County was temporarily at peace, and Lin Mo, now with some free time, returned to the main world.

In the office, Su Qing was carrying her bag, looking like she was about to leave. When she walked to Lin Mo's side, she paused, bent down slightly, and asked softly:

"Xiao Mo, are you free tonight?"

Lin Mo nodded, smelling the faint fragrance wafting over.

"Yes, what's wrong, Aunt Su?"

"It's Qingyue's birthday today. If it's convenient, would you like to come over for dinner tonight?"

Su Qing's voice was very soft, with a hint of cautious anticipation in her tone.

"Okay."

"I'll be going now, I need to go back and prepare."

A smile appeared on Su Qing's lips as she turned and walked towards the door.

As soon as Su Qing left, Yang Liu stood up from behind her desk.

Today she was wearing a dark gray office lady uniform, with black stockings covering her long legs, and her high heels made a crisp sound on the tile floor.

She walked to Lin Mo's side, crossed her arms, tilted her head slightly, and spoke with a hint of interrogation in her tone:

"What happened?"

Lin Mo leaned back in his chair and looked up at her:

"What happened?"

"It's at night."

Yang Liu gestured with her chin toward the doorway.

"Oh, Aunt Su said it was her daughter's birthday."

"Why would she invite you to her daughter's birthday party?"

Yang Liu's eyes narrowed slightly.

"I was classmates with her daughter."

"Just classmates?"

Yang Liu's tone was full of suspicion.

Lin Mo reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace:

What do you think?

Yang Liu didn't struggle and sat on his lap, but she still wouldn't let it go:

"I said you two are still in that kind of relationship."

"If you say so, then it is."

"You guys really are something!"

Yang Liu broke free from his embrace, punched him in the chest, and pouted as she cursed.

"You fickle, womanizing radish!"

Lin Mo grasped her wrist and looked at her with a smile:

"I'm just worried that your body can't handle it, so I'm finding someone to help you share the burden."

Besides, don't you want someone to push me from behind next time?

"I don't want to share the burden!"

Yang Liu turned her face to the side, but her ears quietly turned red.

"So you mean you can handle the pressure I put on you?"

Lin Mo tilted his head to follow her eyes, looking at her with a half-smile.

Yang Liu turned her head, her red lips slightly pursed, her chin slightly raised, her eyes sparkling, and her voice carrying a hint of provocation:

"I can handle it. Try it if you don't believe me."

She blushed as soon as she finished speaking.

"Beg me."

Lin Mo leaned back in his chair, watching her with a leisurely air.

Yang Liu bit her lip, her voice softening, sounding like a mix of coquetry and pleading:

Please.

"Alright, then I'll be merciful."

Lin Mo looked at the desk next to him.

Yang Liu understood immediately and quickly walked towards her desk.

"Ugh, it stinks!"

Lin Mo's lips curled into a mischievous smile:

"I know I'm going to keep making the same mistakes all the way!"

Under the intimidation of her knee-length figure, Yang Liu compromised.

As long as Lin Mo can make her happy, she won't be jealous. She doesn't care what else happens.

That evening, Lin Mo arrived at the address Su Qing had given him.

The doorbell rang twice, and the door opened from the inside.

Lin Qingyue stood at the door, the hem of her dark blue JK uniform skirt swaying gently as she opened the door. Her white shirt collar was tied with a bow, and her slender legs were wrapped in white stockings that reached past her knees. Her twin ponytails hung down in front of her shoulders, with the ends of her hair slightly curled.

She wore delicate, light makeup, with long, mascara-coated eyelashes and a layer of moisturizing peach-colored lip gloss, making her look like a heroine straight out of a school comic.

Seeing Lin Mo standing at the door, her eyes lit up instantly, a big smile bloomed on her face, and she tiptoed and jumped into his arms.

"Brother! You're here!"

She called out softly, wrapped her arms tightly around Lin Mo's waist, buried her face in his chest and rubbed against him, her pigtails swaying gently with her movements.

Lin Mo smiled and caught her, ruffling her hair:

"Happy birthday, Qingyue. You look beautiful today."

Lin Qingyue tilted her head back from his embrace, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks slightly flushed:

"Really? I spent so long getting ready."

She let go of his hand, then grabbed Lin Mo's hand and pulled him into the house.

"Come in, come in! Mom made so many dishes, all of them are your brother's favorites!"

Lin Mo was being pulled inside by her, and couldn't help but tease her:

"Did you wear that JK uniform and white stockings just for me?"

Lin Qingyue turned around and stuck her tongue out at him:

"Yes, I've also prepared a surprise reward for you at the party!"

After she finished speaking, she blushed, let go of his hand, and ran towards the kitchen.