Midnight.

Madame called Xiaoyue to help decoction the medicine.

Xiao Yue is seventeen years old, delicate and thin, wearing a pink skirt, outlining a soft curve.

Although the appearance is far inferior to Cui's mother and daughter, it is also beautiful and lovely.

Coupled with a lively personality, he often takes care of Chen Yanjun's diet and daily life on behalf of Mrs. Cui, and he is very familiar with Chen Yanjun.

While decocting the medicine, Xiao Yue stared at Chen Yanjun, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the practice room, and looked at it carefully.

That's handsome!

I thought about it for a long time before I found a topic.

"I heard Madame say that Gongzi is practicing again, I don't know how much I will gain today?"

Chen Yanjun opened his eyes and glanced at Xiaoyue.

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

Among the twelve calamities of the Nightmare Illusion Realm, there is no shortage of demons and monsters in troubled times.

"In the past three years, thank you Miss Xiaoyue for taking care of mediocre talent, Chen is often depressed because of inaccessibility, and there are many rude words, please forgive me."

Xiao Yue was surprised and flattered for a long time.

"Childe said this as if he was going to leave the house...... The past three years have been Mrs. Madame's heart, how can Xiaoyue have any credit. ”

Chen Yanjun said:

"Madame rescued me in Weishui and supported me for three years of practice, perhaps because she wanted me to help take care of the pharmacy business, or to make Qingchuan reform his ways, or to make Qiumiao change his opinion of men...... It's a pity that three years have passed, and Chen hasn't done anything. ”

Xiao Yue shook her head.

"Madame didn't think about it so much, she just counted her fortune, and Gongzi is a nobleman."

"Today's lady is impressed with Childe, and she has already surpassed what Childe said."

"Maybe Childe is more than just a lady's nobleman."

After saying that, he hid his smile and didn't give Chen Yanjun a chance to defend himself, so he explained the time when the medicine soup was cooked, and walked out of the house.

She thought to herself, if the son marries a wife, she will become the servant of the son, and maybe she will have sex!

Seeing Xiaoyue's back jumping away, Chen Yanjun shook his head and sighed in his heart.

The original owner was stunned by a handsome face, turning the online article of those dog girls who looked down on people into a bridge where various women were molested by flowers.

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

Even in the Xianwu era, where strength was respected, handsomeness was still one of the man's signatures.

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

It's annoying.

In life, it is enough to have a few fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, big-breasted, and empathetic confidants.

Life is short, and provoking too many women is really unwise, and it also hurts the body, which is not the way to maintain health.

After the medicine is fried and cooled, Chen Yanjun strained the soup into the medicine cup and drank it all.

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

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

He couldn't enter the Nightmare Illusion anymore.

You can only look at the state of the mountains and not the mountains, take care of all things in the world, or recall the past.

Combined 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 Yin, the cultivation was increased to 90, and it could no longer rise.

Until dawn, it was still frozen at 90.

Chen Yanjun couldn't help but guess that it was very likely that he would have to practice the "Qi Cultivation Technique" to the third realm, and only then could he continue to add points to his cultivation.

It is okay to impose it, but it is likely to require a lot of resources and is not cost-effective.

It's a pity that Goldfinger is not the type he expects to eat and drink without brains.

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

……

Early the next morning.

Chen Yanjun slowly opened his eyes and stretched his waist.

He suddenly realized that there was no pain in the injured lower abdomen, but a warm accumulation.

When I opened my lower abdomen, I saw that yesterday's wound was almost invisible, only a faint circle of red marks.

It is worthy of the world of immortal martial arts, and it is a medical miracle.

Although he didn't sleep all night, closing his eyes and meditating was enough to recharge his energy, and after drinking the herbs full of spiritual energy, Chen Yanjun did not feel tired in the morning.

It can be seen that all-night is the true cultivation of immortals.

Chen Yanjun got up cross-legged and pushed the door out.

The aura of the face penetrates into the heart and spleen, curling mist, crystal dewdrops, like a fairyland.

The plan of the day begins in the morning.

Speaking of which, this was the first morning after his crossing, Chen Yanjun felt that he could not live up to it.

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

Let's experience what it's like to have the legendary three stages of power.

He immediately went back to the house to wash, eat some snacks, drink a cup of spiritual tea, changed into a short gray military robe, and pushed the door out again with the "General Dictionary of Shence Military Physical Arts".

The old locust tree is like a cover, and the spring birds are chirping and scum.

Chen Yanjun opened the book and was posing.

A young figure dressed in blue and white brocade and carrying a green wine bottle swayed from the front pavilion of the grass walk.

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

After watching it for a long time, he was suspicious and determined Chen Yanjun's identity.

"Brother Chen, there is no outing in Guozijian today, come with me to the Yanyan Pavilion to drink."

The young man is not an outsider, it is Mrs. Cui's son, Du Qingchuan.

He is only one month younger than Chen Yanjun.

He looks quite handsome, not very tall, and his face has always been red, so that Chen Yanjun has not seen his complexion so far.

It is said that when he was a child, he practiced very hard, but unfortunately because of his talent, he never entered the product, and when he became an adult, he lingered in the land of smoke alleys, lying down completely, and even Du Weicao, who should have been inherited by him, did not care.

Since Chen Yanjun entered Cui's house, he suddenly felt that he was not so wasteful, not to mention that Chen Yanjun also used him as a wingman, a cover, and often went to the grass shop to help, so his relationship with Chen Yanjun was naturally not bad.

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 seriously."

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

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

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

"Let me ask you...... How many butterfly prints are there on the butt of the butterfly girl? ”

Chen Yanjun shook his head.

"I drank too much again, forgot, you never won the Butterfly Girl."

Du Qingchuan was determined.

“…… Yes, you're right. ”

"It's because I didn't win the Butterfly Girl that I want Brother Chen to help!"

"With your face, everything is easy to say, not to mention that Brother Chen's qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and writing are not as good as me, a comparison, am I not excellent?"

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

"When I have entered the quality of cultivation, I will help you."

Du Qingchuan was not happy and strode over.

"Then my grave is smoking, who is the talent of the two of us!"

Chen Yanjun was too lazy to take care of it.

"I had an epiphany yesterday."

When Du Qingchuan heard this, he stepped on Chen Yanjun.

"I also had an epiphany, who said that only the seven veins can enter the product, who stipulated it? It's just aura, and it's still divided into seven colors like a rainbow? I'm going to use piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and writing! ”

Chen Yanjun's shoulders shook, shrugged and said:

"Then go to the Guozijian to practice hard."

Du Qingchuan's eyes were sad.

"Alas, in this sad era, the holy land of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting has long been transferred to the Wuyan Pavilion."

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

"In terms of women, except for the four talented women, who can compare with my mother and my sister?"

However, Chen Yanjun understands the fact that Du Qingchuan is a good woman, especially likes petite types.

For example, Xiaoyue.

However, Xiao Yue is Mrs. and her maid, and Mrs. said that unless he can marry Xiao Yue, he can't touch her.

As a result, this kid, like Qiu Mao, is an unmarried person, and he has never touched Xiaoyue.

Qiu Mao is at least cultivated to a high level, and he can live forever, Du Qingchuan, after a hundred years, it will be a handful of loess, and the Du family will end here.

Mrs. Cui had a headache because of this, and she was about to have wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Chen Yanjun can only persuade with lip service.

"Even if your efforts are fruitless, you shouldn't be willing to fall, be a good person, and marry a talented female cultivator in the future, maybe you can double cultivate into a product."

Du Qingchuan leaned on the trunk of the locust tree and took a sip of wine.

"You want to marry my sister's double cultivation product, right?"

Chen Yanjun shook his head.

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

"After I put it in."

"Poof—"

Du Qingchuan squirted out a sip of wine, and the wine woke up in an instant.

Somewhat shocked.

Intellectually, he really admires Chen Yanjun's choice and courage.

But emotionally, he couldn't take it.

"Okay, you Chen Yanjun!"

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

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

Chen Yanjun said with a cold face:

"If this marriage is completed, I will help you get every girl in the Yanyan Pavilion."

Du Qingchuan's eyes widened, and a sip of sake went down to his stomach, echoing in his stomach.

"Daddy...... Ahh ”

As he spoke, he patted Chen Yanjun on the shoulder, turned around and went back the same way, and went to the Yange Pavilion again.

Chen Yanjun sighed helplessly, opened the "Shence Military Physical Technique General Dictionary", and first came to a set of Fatherly Military Physical Fists.