Chun Tao is out of the house, and this result is something Chu Ze didn't expect at all.

"Out of the house? What does the old lady mean? ”

"Yes, I said that Sister Chun Tao was disrespectful to you and let her go home."

Feeling the awe in Qing'er's eyes, Chu Ze understood that this was Chen Jinsong expressing support for him.

He couldn't help but think back to his days at Earl's Court.

When Chu Ze was a child, every time he was bullied by his two elder brothers at the beginning, he would go to his father Chu Xun to complain.

But the final result was that Chu Xun dealt with a few reprimands.

As a result, the two elder brothers turned around and bullied him even harder.

Nothing at all.

Because of the bullying of his two elder brothers and Chu Xun's connivance, the family also ignored him, making him suffer from being snubbed and white-eyed.

There wasn't even hot water for the night bath.

You can only boil it yourself or take a cold shower.

Slowly, Chu Ze no longer complained, and could only endure it silently.

As a young master, it is precisely because of Chu Xun's indifference that he can be mixed like this.

In Chu Ze's memory, he rarely saw that tall father, and it can even be said that even teaching kung fu was done by the martial artists in the family.

The level of exercises is not as good as those two elder brothers, they are both six-grade exercises.

Only himself, who cultivates the Four Grades of Exercises and Five Elements Forging Body, coupled with the slow progress of cultivation, is even more unpopular.

At this time, Chen Jinsong was good to himself, and there may be many external factors.

But in this world, who would be good to another person for no reason?

Throwing the memories out of his mind, Chu Ze finished washing and wiping his face, and prepared to go to breakfast with Chen Jinsong.

In the dining room, the moment Chen Jinsong saw Chu Ze, his eyes suddenly lit up, his feet moved lightly, and he came to Chu Ze in a flash, shouting: "Punch with all your might!" ”

Chu Ze was stunned for a moment, then he used his strength and punched out!

During the flow of skill, the muscles under Chu Ze's clothes bulged up, and the faint dragon scale imprint circulated on his body!

Refining the skin, as the name suggests, is to exercise the skin and flesh.

Strengthen muscles through the practice of true qi.

"Boom!"

Chu Ze struck with all his strength and hit Chen Jinsong's hand, and his energy flew away.

Chen Jinsong's eyes lit up, and he wondered: "Eight layers of skin refining?" ”

The stronger the exercises, the better the cultivation effect, and the stronger the combat power in the actual battle.

Chu Ze's current cultivation of the Star Yao Transformation Dragon Technique, although it only has seven grades of skin refining, but it has hardly played the power of eight grades of skin refining in Chen Jinsong's cognition!

This is the increase in strength brought by the ground-level exercises!

Chu Ze shook his head and said, "No, there are only seven layers of skin refining." ”

Chen Jinsong looked at Chu Ze with strange eyes.

This guy's talent seems to be a bit fierce!

In his opinion, although Chu Ze said that his cultivation was low due to his poor cultivation, there was a high probability that his talent was also ordinary, otherwise he would not be able to refine the third layer of skin.

Now it seems that I am afraid that I am really lazy!

And according to his cognition, even if a person with the best qualifications swallowed the essence blood of the Purple Horned Python and re-cultivated, at most, he would cultivate to about four or five layers of skin refining overnight.

But this little bastard in front of him actually cultivated to the seventh layer of skin refining.

There's only one explanation for that, and that's the talent of this guy, very, very good!

And his strength can reach the level of the eighth layer of skin refining, which shows that Chu Ze is extremely talented!

As a martial artist, I have to admit that when he sees this talent, he is envious!

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host, get Chen Jinsong's envy, get an emotional value of 30!"

？？？ The old man envies himself? What do you envy yourself?

Chen Jinsong gritted his teeth and said: "You little bastard, you are violent, if you dare to be lazy in the future, I will beat you to death, and tomorrow morning, you will practice martial arts with me!" Your father Chu Xun is too, how can you let your cultivation be wasted with such talent? ”

Chu Ze smiled: "My mother is a maid, how did she get into the eyes of his old man?" ”

That's right, in the final analysis, the reason why Chu Ze is not valued is largely because Chu Ze's mother came from a humble background.

Hearing Chu Ze say this, Chen Jinsong was silent.

It is very common for the Great Xia nobles to attach importance to their origins.

It's him, if he didn't have to find a descendant of a noble to join him, he wouldn't say that he would let a person like Chu Ze who is a third-layer skin refining person marry Chen Xirui.

But no matter what, in his opinion, Chu Xun's behavior is still a bit excessive.

After all, Chu Ze is still his bloodline.

However, Chen Jinsong is also a little lucky, if it weren't for this, such a talented person would definitely be valued at home, how could he join his Chen family?

He patted Chu Ze on the shoulder: "Don't worry, no one will look down on you in the future!" Come to dinner, today I want to come to Xirui to condolence, it is estimated that there are a lot of people who come, I have to thank the guests throughout the whole process, I don't know when you have to be busy, you eat more. ”

Chu Ze nodded and went to the table.

After cultivating for the Great Advancement, his appetite was also greatly opened, and he immediately feasted on it.

"By the way, you will go to Xirui's room to find a set of clothes in a while, put them in the coffin, and then wait until today's condolences are finished, and then burn all the clothes and supplies in Xirui's room." Chen Jinsong commanded.

This is the funeral custom of Great Xia, and the clothes of the dead must be brought down.

Chen Jinsong didn't want to do these things with his own hands, so he handed them over to Chu Ze.

Chu Ze thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want to leave some?" ”

Chen Jinsong flashed a trace of sadness, got up and sighed: "That's it... That's it, Xirui is gone, what's the use of staying? With your painting from yesterday, that's enough..."

The mourning hall has been built, and Chu Ze put a set of clothes with a faint fragrance into the jade coffin.

Only those who are buried with the rites of a prince are eligible to use coffins of this material.

This is the last glory that Emperor Daxia gave Chen Xirui.

Chen Jinsong has been in charge of the army for many years, and there are many people who come to mourn, including the ministers of the court, the princes and ministers, and the backbone of the army.

It was the Emperor of Great Xia, who sent eunuchs to send condolences.

As a family member, Chu Ze is responsible for answering the gift throughout the process.

Chu Ze felt like a robot.

Every time the subordinate who waited on the side shouted: "Family members answer the gift!" ”

He needed to bow to the person in front of him.

There were so many people who came that Chu Ze couldn't remember who was who.

Suddenly, as the roll call came from outside, two familiar names appeared.

"Ning Yuan Bo Chu Xun, brought his son Chu Wuchen to condole."

Two majestic figures walked in from the doorway.

Chu Ze's height is not short, one meter eight and five, but his father Chu Xun and brother Chu Wuchen are even taller, both about two meters.

Coming in through the doorway, it was like two hills.

The two of them entered and walked towards the spirit tablet.

Chu Xun had a serious face, while Chu Wuchen glanced at Chu Ze, and the banter flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly rushed forward quickly, and fell to his knees in front of the mourning hall with a pop.

wailed: "Brother-in-law, why did you go like this before you had a round house? Leaving only my poor brother, alone, and alone! Without you, how can he live, and there will not even be a person to send to the end in the future... How could you just go..."

Chu Ze stood aside, his face gloomy.

Although this guy howled miserably, Chu Ze could still hear the taste of ridicule in these words.

What does it mean to be alone in an empty boudoir? Is this a word used in men?

What does it mean to live without Chen Xirui? Don't you say you're a waste?

There is no one to send to the end, isn't that just a curse to be the last?