Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Chapter 27 A Brand New World

In the Xianwu era, most of the cultivators fasted, absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and the moon to satisfy their hunger. At most, they ate some pills, drank some spiritual tea and spiritual wine, and usually only prepared meals for guests when they were entertaining guests.

Chen Yanjun originally wanted to taste some of his wife's skills, but unfortunately she pushed him out of the study quickly in order to prepare for the battle within three days, and started to work alone.

Before leaving, he even stuffed him with a bag of first-aid pills.

It seems that after offending the Zhang family, the wife is worried about his safety in the Imperial College in the future.

After snuggling for a while, Chen Yanjun returned to his room obediently.

Speaking of which, after all, Madam is a widow for many years and a clean woman from a good family. After exchanging expressions of affection, there was no further intimacy.

What's more, it's not suitable in broad daylight.

In addition, she had one wife at a time, which made her always put on airs and couldn't enter that state.

If you call her for forgiveness... Maybe something good will happen when the moon is full tonight.

However, good wine needs time to brew, and Chen Yanjun still likes the title of madam.

Chen Yanjun had a girlfriend in his previous life and also had close contact with him, so he was not in a hurry for such a thing.

Women from good families in ancient times paid attention to fame and integrity, especially their wife, who has been a widow for 16 years, is clean and self-loving and does not exceed the rules.

On the contrary, he thinks that the time between a man and a woman, when they are interested in each other but have not gone to bed, is the best memory, mixed with hazy and sweet fantasies.

Once there is a skin-to-skin relationship, people will reveal their true nature, and many practical problems will come one after another...

Fortunately, for a time traveler like Chen Yanjun, these things are nothing to worry about, he will taste the sweetness of his wife and solve all the troublesome things.

Right now, although he and his wife expressed their affection to each other, it was forced by the situation, and the hazy feeling was still there.

……

Back inside, Chen Yanjun prepared a cup of tea.

Sitting cross-legged in the practice room, roughly calculated the upcoming schedule.

"Tomorrow, the Imperial College will start school."

"After eating the same mushroom, everyone saw that Fan Yu from the same town died tragically from poisoning, but I survived and fought off the strange beast Gu carving together with Qiu Zhuo. I didn't see it for a few days and suddenly became stronger..."

"You won't be dragged to an autopsy by Assistant Professor Fang?"

Two days later, he was going to the Inner City Superintendent's home to attend the Cui family's family meeting.

I still remember that the original owner was never invited to visit the Cui Mansion in the inner city during festivals.

In the entire Cui family, except for his wife, Xiaoyue, and Qingchuan Qiuzhuo, almost no one thought highly of the original owner.

Even if it's worth it, it's just to appreciate the courage of the original owner to save people, or to pay attention to his face...

This feeling...is really uncomfortable.

Right now, Cui Mansion's invitation to him as a guest probably has something to do with today's competition between him and Mr. Zhang.

Three days later, Madam will arrange for him to pass through the customs.

time is a little tight.

at the moment.

Chen Yanjun's physical skills have reached the pinnacle.

The addition of cultivation base has also reached the bottleneck.

I have nothing to do today, I can only try to maximize my medical skills.

Especially the medical skills of self-first aid and life preservation.

Firstly, it was for safety when going to the Imperial College for school.

Second, it is for safety when passing through the customs.

at the moment.

Chen Yanjun routinely opened the panel to add points, and packed his luggage.

……

[Name]: Chen Yanjun

【Cultivation】: Mortal (99/100)

[Occupation]: Unranked martial artist

[Status]: Extraordinary physique, full of blood and essence
【thing】:
Spirit Jade×81
Healing Elixir×10
Qinghong Sword Kai × 1 (formerly Xuanji)

【Skill】:
Physique: 100/100 (Peak)

Cuju: 95/100 (proficient)
Poetry: 63/100 (Small achievements)
Medical skills: 49/100 (first glimpse)
[Cultivation method]:
None (only for practice exercises)

……

Chen Yanjun glanced down.

Occupation, from a never-ranked pharmacist to a never-ranked martial artist... probably has something to do with full-level physical skills.

The state has changed from frail and sick to an extraordinary physique, and he is full of blood and essence.

Chen Yanjun suspected that the broken panel was driving.

in the skill bar.

Cuju, from 75 superb skills, automatically rose to 95 proficiency, it can be seen that the original owner was completely dragged down by his physique, and his skills are comparable to the later generations of Gao Qi.

The poems and essays have not changed, and 63 has made some small achievements, which shows that we can't add more points to Wen Chaogong.

Chen Yanjun even felt a little ashamed.

Medicine hasn't changed.

in the inventory.

The ten Healing Pills just given by Madam can save a mortal from dying ten times, so it is enough for now.

The sword given by the princess is named Qinghong Sword... change?

What does change mean?
Yuan Xuanjie, indicating that this is a modified sword.

Considering Princess Ping's nature of tossing about weapons, Chen Yanjun determined that this was a modified sword.

The grade of the original product is Xuan rank!

The Immortal Martial Tang Dynasty has a vast land and abundant resources, but most of the pills and magic weapons encountered by cultivators are all low-level goods.

Only real rare treasures will be entered.

The entry-level treasures are divided into four levels:
day.

Ground.

mysterious.

yellow.

Further up, no one has ever seen it——

fairy treasure.

Generally speaking, low-level cultivators with cultivation bases of seventh, eighth, and ninth ranks will have one or two natal yellow-rank treasures.

Middle-level powerhouses of the fourth, fifth and sixth ranks will probably have one or two mysterious treasures.

Earth-level treasures are usually only possessed by high-level powerhouses of the first, second and third ranks.

As for the heavenly treasures, probably only the top few supreme powerhouses can possess and make use of them!

And Xianbao is just a legend.

A princess with a cultivation level of only ninth grade actually took out a black-rank sword as a reward for a competition, which shows that Li Chan still has some status in the palace.

Chen Yanjun couldn't wait to take out the Qinghong sword.

A strange smell of smoke hits my face...

After pulling out the exquisite red scabbard, I realized that the blade was not blue as the name said, but black.

There are densely packed runes engraved on the body of the sword, the density is far higher than that of ordinary spirit swords, and it is even more complicated than runes.

The blade doesn't look too sharp either.

No matter from which angle you look at it, Chen Yanjun doesn't feel any special aura.

"Is this sword definitely a mysterious rank?"

After fiddling for a long time, he put the sword back into its sheath, and finally saw a circle of imperceptible palm prints in the middle of the scabbard.

There were also some blood stains on the palm prints, which blended seamlessly with the red scabbard, making it hard to spot.

Drop blood to recognize the Lord?

Is the blood of the princess on it?

However, the blood contract has been untied, otherwise it would be completely absorbed, and no blood stains could be seen.

Chen Yanjun cleaned up the blood stains with salt water.

Then he bit his fingertips and dripped a drop of blood on it.

The blood quickly infiltrated along the palm lines, and quickly disappeared without leaving any blood stains...

Holding the scabbard again, it felt a little hot.

Draw the sword again...

boom!
With a flash of spiritual smoke, the sheath at the hilt of the sword burst open, and an iron marble shot out.

It broke the window grille and shot into the trunk of the old pagoda tree in the backyard with a whoosh.

Chen Yanjun was exhausted by the blow and knelt on the ground on one knee.

Laughing wryly out of breath...

It was an American Iai sword!

Look carefully, the power of the bullet is positively related to the sword-wielder's cultivation level and spiritual power reserve.

For mortals, iron waste is one.

If it wasn't a gift from the princess, he would definitely have to sell it for a good price.

Right now, it can only be placed in the inventory.

Maybe it will be useful in the future?

Pack your bags and stop here.

……

Chen Yanjun was dizzy, his kneeling posture was flimsy, and he couldn't get up again.

He glanced at the status bar: his physique is extraordinary, but his strength is empty.

Practicing sword is like practicing sword.

Chen Yanjun didn't waste the healing pill to quickly recover his physical strength, but dragged his vain body to find a few first aid medical books on the bookshelf.

Lying on the couch, I tried my best to read it.

[Medical skill +1, progress 50/100]

[Medical skill +1, progress 51/100]

[Medical skill +1...]

Chen Yanjun just flipped through it all day.

When he woke up, Dongfang had revealed his fishy white.

[Medical skills: 77/100 (exquisite skills)]

It's rising very fast!

It shows that the original owner's medical skills are really just scratching the surface.

Chen Yanjun wondered if this guy was playing football every day in the Imperial College.

After getting up and washing up, and having some morning tea, Chen Yanjun packed a few pharmacopoeias for lectures in a cloth bag, and went out as usual, to the Imperial College.

When passing Caoxing, the drug boy who was watching the pharmacy at night had not changed his shift yet, so he greeted him respectfully when he saw him.

"Morning, Mr. Chen!"

Still the first time.

"morning."

Chen Yanjun replied symbolically, stepped out of the threshold and guarded the house, and came to Nanxianfang Street.

The sky is bright, the dim lights are mixed with fish white and early glow, and the traffic in the sky never stops.

For him, this is a new world.

(End of this chapter)