Before Cui Jian Zhengren arrived, a majestic spiritual pressure like a mountain swayed in the high main hall.

But it does not make people feel surrendered, but gives people a mountain-like reliance, like a giant hand-like feeling, protecting hundreds of descendants of the Cui family.

This feeling makes people feel like a spring bath.

However.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Chen Yanjun sensed the unreachable place of the spiritual pressure from this swinging spiritual pressure.

I vaguely saw the shadow of a mountain in my mind.

The position is on top.

He looked up at the beams.

Nothing......

Odd.

On the side, the lady asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

I have to say that Madame has a vast mind and a gentle voice......

"Nothing."

Madame comforted again:

"Although Grandpa looks fierce, he hurts me the most, you don't have to be nervous."

"Hmm."

Chen Yanjun also wanted to be nervous, but it seemed that he had really lost this feeling.

If there is less tension in the carcass that night, half of the fun will be gone...... Gotta find a way to get it back!

Now.

The old lady sat in the high hall.

Cui Jianzheng was already standing next to the old lady.

In the memory of the original owner, I heard that he was a mighty man who was not afraid of heaven and earth except for his wife.

When Chen Yanjun saw it today, he was sure of it.

This is an old man in a purple brocade robe, with black beard and hair, a dignified appearance, a very strong person, very tall, sharp eyes, and the momentum of ten thousand arrows.

However, it seems that the supervisor did not seem to notice the anomaly on the hall beam.

Chen Yanjun was a little skeptical...... Is it your own delusion?

In the reverberation of the spiritual pressure of the Eunuch, he clearly noticed a faint mountain shadow.

Back to the present.

Because Mrs. Cui communicated her feelings with her children and grandchildren in advance, Lord Jian Zheng did not have to be polite.

Chen Yanjun guessed that as a senior old otaku who studied engineering, Lord Jianzheng was probably afraid of recognizing the wrong offspring, which was quite embarrassing.

The crowd bowed down.

"The old man is healthy!"

"I'm healthy, you usually don't have to be angry."

Cui Wanjun stood with his left hand and waved his right hand at everyone.

"It's all a family, no courtesy."

Immediately, he glanced roughly at the crowd.

"Except for the night...... Who hasn't come? ”

The third son, Cui Qingru, stepped forward and said:

"Cui Da didn't arrive because of a malaria stupor."

Cui Wanjun frowned, who is Cui Da?

Even Chen Yanjun knows that Cui Da is Cui Qingru's eldest son, a six-pin Zen master, a monk of wine and meat, who eats everything, especially loves game, and it is not a miracle that he has malaria......

The scene was embarrassing for a moment, and Cui Wanjun didn't ask in detail, and stroked his beard and said:

"How can a cultivator have malaria? Send someone to carry him over, and the old man will help him take a look. ”

Cui Qingru:

"Yes."

Cui Wanjun didn't wait any longer, and the family meeting began immediately.

"Today, there are a few small things to call everyone over."

"A lot has happened recently, and everyone must already know about it."

"My military weapons supervisor provides basic weapons for the major forbidden armies and garrison armies, and all forces want to share worries for Your Majesty and contribute to the Tang Dynasty weapons industry, I guess there will be more things in the future."

"Right now, there are many people in Chang'an City who want to catch the handle of the Cui family and let His Majesty cure the old man's crimes, so that the weapons prison can change hands."

Speaking of this, the audience was silent.

Cui Wanjun raised his voice.

"From today onwards, my Chang'an Cui family is not allowed to have any contact with the Boling Cui clan and the Qinghe Cui clan who have taken refuge in the feudal town."

"My Cui family is not allowed to argue with outsiders in Chang'an City, if you are bullied, no matter who the other party is, you must report it to the family, and I will help you deal with it properly."

"Also, for the time being, keep a certain distance from Jingzhao Mansion, the Town Prison Division, and the crown prince, don't get too close, but you don't have to offend any party."

Chen Yanjun vaguely heard his subtext:

You can get close to Gonggong Qiu.

In fact, to let Qiu Hao marry the son of the Zhang family is to indirectly approach Gonggong Qiu, and the word indirect is very important.

It's a pity that Princess Ping'an Li Chan went to make trouble, probably on behalf of the emperor, and she didn't want the Cui family to fall to Gonggong Qiu so easily.

Chen Yanjun guessed that it was possible for the emperor to marry the crown prince and Qiu Hao in the future.

It seems that Emperor Tianshun has not completely laid down.

At present, the situation in Chang'an is complicated.

In addition to mastering the 50,000 Shence army, Gonggong Qiu also indirectly controlled nearly half of the garrison army.

In addition to Gonggong Qiu's own first-grade cultivation, there are several second-grade powerhouses and dozens of third-grade powerhouses.

If you don't consider the influence of Tianyuan Palace, you need the rest of the forces to add up to bring down Gonggong Qiu.

However, the rest of the forces have their own evil intentions, and it is difficult to gather together and twist into a rope.

Jing Zhaoyin, secretly accumulating strength in the outer city.

The duties of the Prison Division are limited to investigating cases of demons.

The prince does not go out of Xingqing Palace all year round, and the ten rates of the East Palace are too low-key.

Guozijian is only responsible for education, not political affairs.

Tianyuan Palace and Si Tianjian don't care about human affairs.

It can be seen that the ownership of the ordnance supervisor is really a big deal!

"Finally, there's one more thing."

Cui Wanjun bites the words sonorously, showing thunder.

"The relationship between the son of the Zhang family and Qiu Hao collapsed because of the sudden arrival of Princess Ping'an."

"And another story that the old man heard was that there was a Chen Gongzi of the Danlin Academy, who had always been devoted to Yourong, and as a mortal, he defeated the Zhang family of the Nine Rank Confucian Master in the competition of Wen Taowu Strategy."

"This Chen Gongzi's name is Chen Yanjun, and he happened to be here today."

When Chen Yanjun heard his name being mentioned, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted the supervisor.

"Guozi Jian Chen Yanjun has seen Lord Jianzheng."

At this time, there were gradually different voices in the crowd.

"On such an important day, why are you wearing the school uniform of Danlin Academy?"

"So handsome, but the look is haggard, could it be that last night ......"

"I heard that the Nanxian Fang Yange is full of poems about this Chen Gongzi."

"I don't believe it, unless Chen Gongzi makes a song on the spot."

Chen Yanjun felt that someone was deliberately making things difficult for him behind his back, or provoking him to show some real skills.

However, he was tired of copying poems, so he clasped his fists at everyone and said:

"Chen's poetry is shallow, smiling and generous, you should have copied it."

And there was a woman in the crowd:

"Since you are obsessed with Yourong, why do you want to compete with the son of the Zhang family who is courting?"

"Could it be that your poems were arranged in advance by Princess Ping'an?"

"Right now, we just want to make sure if you deserve to be tolerated or not!"

Chen Yanjun thought to himself that he couldn't afford to support his wife and children with his family by relying on poetry.

"As long as there is tolerance, Chen feels that he is worthy of it, and he doesn't care about other people's opinions."

Cui Wanjun and the old lady both frowned tightly and didn't say anything.

In the crowd, the tone gradually became less friendly.

"You mean just one face, don't you?"

"Where the hell is Wen Taowuluo?"

Chen Yanjun was super thick-skinned, and said with a tongue to the women:

"If the text is not Confucianism and Taoism, it is useless, and the martial arts strategy is not worth mentioning in front of all the cultivators who have entered the product."

At this time, a woman with noble makeup and a cold temperament walked out of the crowd.

It is Cui Qian'an's mother, the eldest son, the eldest lady.

"Wu Luo, I won't embarrass you, if you make a poem in the hall, you will go upstairs with the same theme, and write a poem casually, regardless of the law, even if it is just a few sentences, so that you can take a look at the poetics of your future uncle."

Chen Yanjun intuitively felt that his scalp was numb, and he really didn't want to copy poems anymore.

Copying poetry can't save the Tang Dynasty, there is no essential difference between poetry and his face, they are all entertaining others, there is no need to pretend to be that force.

Unless, he has some understanding, he writes poetry, but his own poetry is difficult to describe......

Today's purpose of the Cui family is probably to fulfill the affairs of him and his wife, and will not let go of Qiu Mao.

Let him write a poem, which is likely to be a topic.

But he didn't want to score, so he said respectfully to the eldest lady:

"The last poem was just a little insight when Chen practiced and had an epiphany, and now, Chen has already nourished his qi and cleansed his marrow, and he will no longer write poems (for free)."

The eldest lady has an elegant posture, but her speech is hidden in the cotton, and she is ruthless.

"Feel it, don't feel it, don't do it for others, Chen Gongzi is really high."

"Think about it carefully, Sister Rong, why isn't this the case for Qiu Hao's niece?"

Cui Yourong, Qingchuan, Qiu Mao...... All three of them had a calm face and did not say a word.

Chen Yanjun could tell that the eldest lady's words were all resentment towards Mrs. Cui for the benefits of the Cui family, but she was unwilling to sacrifice to give back to the family.

At this time!

Outside the hall door, a rapid, slightly crying shout came into the hall—

"Oh no, the eldest young master is dying!"

"Help!"

Everyone was shocked, which young master?

When I went out, I saw a chariot falling into the front garden.

Fei Yuan sat up, and a monk sat cross-legged.

The sturdy body kept trembling, the oily and shiny bald head was covered with sweat grains, and the six ring scars had been displaced, and the color had changed from blue to black.

The face is no longer a human face, it is distorted into a sarcoma.

The two eyeballs were about to fall out of their mouths, and the Sanskrit sounds in their mouths were of different severity, and they were indescribable.

The mind is completely insane, and if it weren't for the forcible suppression of the soul with Zen before the madness, the physical body would have collapsed.

Chen Yanjun's heart tightened.

Isn't this exactly the symptom of Fan Yu's poisoning?

Could it be that the poison is contagious and has spread?

And the higher the cultivation, the faster the attack?

Looking at his distorted appearance, Chen Yanjun guessed that this person was Cui Qingru's eldest son, Cui Da, a six-pin Zen master, who was a monk who never taboo wine and meat.

Could it be that he ate Gu Eagle?

Everyone in the Cui family was stunned, no one had ever seen this strange disease, but its dantian was intact.

The third lady was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground on the spot.

Cui Qingru hurriedly transported his strength, spit out Confucian words, cleared his body and gave his eldest son turbidity......

But it didn't work!

Lord Prison also frowned, he had never seen such a strange disease.

Obviously, his dantian was intact, and he was even evolving towards a more perfect golden pill, but his physical body and mind were close to collapse.

Cui Jian Zheng could feel that Cui Da's condition was deteriorating rapidly, and if he didn't do something, the half-pillar incense person would never come back.

He was cautious and tried to seal the spiritual veins and bloodlines of his whole body with the Law Seal.

Seeing Cui Jianzheng's hand hanging in the air, Chen Yanjun asked tentatively:

"Is Lord Jianzheng ready to seal Zen Master Cui's bloodline and spiritual vein?"

Cui Jianzheng was slightly stunned, and then realized that Chen Yanjun was still a student of Danlin Academy.

"Do you have another way?"

Chen Yanjun was already in his chest, and said calmly:

"Zen Master Cui should have been hit by some kind of poison, the core of its effect is in the soul, the dantian and bloodline are sealed, the skull lacks spirit and ischemia, and the Zen method is loose, and it will collapse faster."

"You ......"

Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment, staring at Chen Yanjun, with complicated expressions and speechless.

Cui Qingru's face was stunned, and he suddenly remembered the previous conversation with Chen Yanjun: After a few days of entry, the disciple will first complete the medical skills......

Repair it in a few days!

His son was in danger, Cui Qingru was stunned, and bent down towards Chen Yanjun.

"Please also ask Chen Gongzi to save Xiao'er's life!"