Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Chapter 9 I Treat You As A Brother
Midnight.

Madam called Xiaoyue to help decoct the medicine.

Xiaoyue is seventeen years old, with a thin figure, wearing a pink skirt, which outlines a soft curve.

Although they are far inferior to Cui's mother and daughter in appearance, they are still pretty and lovely.

In addition to his lively personality, he often takes care of Chen Yanjun's diet and daily life on behalf of Mrs. Cui, and he is very close to Chen Yanjun.

While decocting the medicine, Xiaoyue stared at Chen Yanjun who was meditating with his eyes closed in the practice room, carefully studying.

How handsome!

After thinking for a long time, I found the topic.

"I heard from Madam that the young master is practicing again, how much will he gain today?"

Chen Yanjun opened his eyes and looked at Xiaoyue.

He saw that the mountain was not a mountain, and he looked at the little maid, as if he saw a female goblin, and his blood was surging.

Among the twelve calamities in the Nightmare Illusion, there are many demons and ghosts in troubled times.

"In the past three years, I would like to thank Miss Xiaoyue for taking care of her in every possible way. Chen is mediocre and often depressed because of not being able to do it. Please forgive me for making rude remarks."

Xiaoyue looked at it in surprise for a long time, and was flattered.

"The young master said this as if he was leaving the house... These three years have been Madam's wishes, so how can Xiaoyue have any credit for it?"

Chen Yanjun said:

"Madam rescued me in Weishui River and provided for me to practice for three years. Perhaps she wanted me to help take care of the drug store business, or to make Qingchuan reform, or to make Qiuzhuo change his view of men... Unfortunately, three years have passed, Chen Didn't do anything."

Xiao Yue shook her head.

"Madam didn't think about it so much, she just counted her luck, the son is a nobleman."

"Today, Madam looks at you with admiration, which has already surpassed what you said."

"Perhaps the son is not only the lady's nobleman."

After saying that, he covered his mouth and laughed, and without giving Chen Yanjun a chance to defend himself, he told the time when the medicine soup was ready, and quickly walked out of the house.

She thought to herself, if the young master married his wife, she would become the young master's maid, and maybe she would marry the wife!
Watching Xiaoyue's back jumping away happily, Chen Yanjun shook his head, feeling emotional in his heart.

The original owner was stunned to rely on his handsome face to turn those internet stories where the bitch women look down upon others into a story where all kinds of women play tricks and molested them.

It can be seen that the face of a person is much more important than he imagined.

Even in the age of Xianwu, where power is paramount, handsomeness is still one of the hallmarks of a man.

He couldn't imagine how deadly he would be to women as his cultivation level improved in the future.

It's annoying.

In this world, all you need is a few confidants with fair skin, beautiful legs, long breasts, big breasts, and understanding.

Life is short, it is unwise to provoke too many women, and it will hurt the body, not the way to keep in good health.

After the medicine was cooked and cooled, Chen Yanjun filtered the soup into the medicine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Immediately, I felt refreshed, and my fatigue was swept away.

So, he gave up his plan to rest and continued to practice.

He can no longer enter Nightmare Visions.

You can only take care of everything in the world, or recall the past in the state of seeing mountains and not mountains.

Coupled with the condensing effect of herbs, the speed of adding points is very fast.

[Mortal +1, progress 83/100! 】

[Mortal +1, progress 84/100! 】

[Mortal +1...]

At the beginning of Zhiyin, when the cultivation base was increased to 90, it could no longer rise.

Until dawn, it was still fixed at 90.

Chen Yanjun guessed that it might have something to do with his Five Elements Equalization...

Maybe, it takes a lot of resources to practice!

Maybe, you need to practice "Qi Yang Shu" to the third level, and then you can continue to add points to your cultivation base!

If you want to reach the third level of nourishing qi, you don't look at talent, but only at the practitioner's experience and state of mind.

However, for Qi Condensation Pill, the third level is not necessary, as long as the talent is good and the resources are sufficient, both the first level and the second level can be directly entered.

Being able to enter the third realm, the dantian of the cultivator will be more solid, the strength will be stronger, and the subsequent promotion will be smoother.

In the 500th year of Xianwu Tang Dynasty, there is only one person who can reach the third realm with a mortal body, Senior Han Ping.

Only when Chen Yanjun reaches the third level of nourishing qi can he eat and drink without thinking about it...

However, even so, his talent after adding points is enough to shock the past and the present, and there is nothing to blame for Goldfinger.

The third realm is something that can be encountered but not sought.

……

Early the next morning.

Chen Yanjun slowly opened his eyes, and stretched long.

He suddenly realized that there was no pain in the injured lower abdomen, but warmth accumulated instead.

Opening up the lower abdomen, the wound from yesterday was almost invisible, only a faint red mark around it.

As expected of the world of Immortal Martial Arts, it is simply a medical miracle.

Although he didn't sleep all night, he closed his eyes and meditated enough to recharge his energy, and drank the herbal medicine that was full of spiritual energy. Chen Yanjun didn't feel tired in the morning.

It can be seen from this that all night is the real cultivation of immortality.

Chen Yanjun got up cross-legged, opened the door and went out.

The aura that hits the face penetrates into the heart, the mist curls up, and the dewdrops are crystal clear, just like a fairyland.

The plan of the day is in the morning.

Speaking of which, this was his first morning after time travel, Chen Yanjun felt that he could not let it down.

While recovering from his abdominal injury, he decided to practice martial arts again.

Experience what it feels like to experience the legendary third stage of power.

He immediately went back to the room to wash, had some snacks, drank a cup of spiritual tea, changed into a short gray martial robe, brought the "Shen Ce Military Sports Manual" and pushed the door out again.

The old pagoda trees stand like a cover, and the spring birds chirp and chirp non-stop.

Chen Yanjun opened the book and was posing.

A young figure in a blue and white brocade suit and carrying a green wine gourd came swaying from the grassy pavilion.

He stopped suddenly, rubbed his eyes, and looked intently at the man under the locust tree.

After watching for a long while, he confirmed Chen Yanjun's identity with some doubts.

"Brother Chen, the Guozijian has no outings today, follow me to Huayan Pavilion for a drink."

The young man was none other than Mrs. Cui's son, Du Qingchuan.

He is only one month younger than Chen Yanjun.

His appearance is fairly handsome, he is not very tall, and his face is always flushed, so that Chen Yanjun has not seen his complexion until now.

It is said that he practiced very hard when he was a child, but unfortunately due to his talent, he never made it to the top. After he became an adult, he lingered in the smoke alley and lay down completely, even letting go of Du Wei's grass practice that should have been inherited by him.

After Chen Yanjun entered Cui's house, he suddenly felt that he was not such a waste, not to mention that Chen Yanjun also served as his wingman, cover, and often went to grass to help, so he and Chen Yanjun naturally had a good relationship.

Chen Yanjun saw that the mountain was not a mountain, and felt that this kid seemed to be a monster, and he was basically hopeless.

"I'm going to practice martial arts again, Qingchuan, you should also practice hard."

Chen Yanjun said seriously, with the tone of an elder.

Du Qingchuan felt that Chen Yanjun was weird, and after confirming that he didn't drink too much, he said:

"Brother Chen, isn't he possessed by evil spirits?"

"Let me ask you... How many butterfly marks are there on Miss Huadie's butt?"

Chen Yanjun shook his head.

"Drink too much again, have you forgotten, you have never taken down Huadie girl."

Only then did Du Qingchuan confirm.

"...You are right."

"It's because I didn't win Miss Huadie that I need Brother Chen's help!"

"With your face, everything is easy to say, not to mention that Brother Chen is not as good as me in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose. If I compare it, won't I be better?"

Chen Yanjun suddenly felt that there was no need to save this guy, so he promised:

"I'll help you after I've finished my practice."

Du Qingchuan was not happy anymore, and strode over.

"Then my grave is smoking, which one of us is better than the other!"

Chen Yanjun was too lazy to answer.

"I had an epiphany yesterday."

When Du Qingchuan heard this, he put his foot on Chen Yanjun's side.

"I also had an epiphany. Who said that only the seven meridians can enter the product? Who stipulated it? It's just spiritual energy. Is it divided into seven colors like a rainbow? I will enter the product with piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and poetry!"

Chen Yanjun shook his shoulders, shrugged and said:
"Then go to the Imperial College to practice hard."

Du Qingchuan's eyes showed sadness.

"Alas, in this sad age, the holy land of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting has long been transferred to Huayan Pavilion."

"Otherwise, I'm not the kind of person who is obsessed with women, am I?"

"In terms of female sex, besides the four talented women, who can compare with my mother and my sister?"

However, what Chen Yanjun knew was that Du Qingchuan was a womanizer, especially the petite type.

For example, Xiaoyue.

However, Xiaoyue is the lady's maid, and the lady said that unless he can marry Xiaoyue, he can't touch her.

In the end, this kid, like Qiu Zhuo, is a non-marriage advocate, and he has never touched Xiaoyue.

Qiu Zhuo at least has a high level of cultivation and can live forever. As for Du Qingchuan, after a hundred years, it will be a handful of loess, and the Du family will end here.

Mrs. Cui had a very headache because of this, and she was about to have wrinkles around her eyes.

Chen Yanjun could only persuade with his mouth.

"Even if the hard work has no results, you shouldn't be willing to degenerate. Be a good person. In the future, you will marry a talented female cultivator, and maybe you can become a master of dual cultivation."

Du Qingchuan leaned against the trunk of the locust tree, and took a sip of his wine.

"You want to marry my younger sister who is a double cultivator?"

Chen Yanjun shook his head.

"No, the person I want to marry is your mother."

"After I enter the product."

"puff--"

Du Qingchuan sprayed out the wine in a gulp, and he sobered up in an instant.

Somewhat shocked.

Rationally speaking, he really admired Chen Yanjun's choice and courage.

But emotionally, he couldn't accept it.

"Hello Chen Yanjun!"

"I treat you like a brother, but you kid actually wants to be my father!"

"You are only a few dozen days older than me...I don't agree, I don't agree to this marriage!"

Chen Yanjun said with a cold face:

"If this marriage is successful, I'll help you get every girl in Huayan Pavilion."

Du Qingchuan's bear eyes widened suddenly, and he took a sip of sake, which reverberated endlessly in his stomach.

"Father... ah bah, brother Chen, you must practice hard and strive to become a god as soon as possible. My mother's happiness for the rest of her life depends on you."

With that said, he patted Chen Yanjun on the shoulder, turned around and went back the same way, and went to Huayan Pavilion again.

Chen Yanjun sighed helplessly, opened the "Shen Ce Military Sports Manual", and first came to a set of loving father's military martial arts.

(End of this chapter)