Chapter 96 The branches are a little green
Zhao Qingyao and Xiao Yinling were overjoyed when they saw Chen Huaiyi return safely.
One left and one right supported Chen Huaiyi to return to Tingxue Mountain Villa and closed the gate.
Enter the house.
Let Chen Huaiyi lie down.
Look at each other.
Zhao Qingyao said with a serious expression: "The two of us must improve our combat effectiveness as soon as possible, otherwise, it will always be a burden to Brother Zhong Yi." β
Xiao Yinling nodded heavily: "I know, but cultivation is not what it does, how can you improve as you like?" β
Zhao Qingyao gritted her teeth: "Use unconventional means." β
"What?" Xiao Yinling's face changed slightly: "Don't mess around, if the junior brother knows, he will be very sad, he definitely doesn't want us to use those cultivation methods that are eager for quick success because of him." β
"However, the enemy will not give us a chance to grow steadily."
"Who is the enemy?"
Zhao Qingyao hesitated for a moment, flipped out a page in Chen Huaiyi's draft of practicing calligraphy, and clicked on one of the words.
Xiao Yinling's face changed drastically.
That word is a "Li" character.
Plum.
Lee's.
A family of saints.
And it is a family of poets, although it is not the strongest one among many saints, it is indeed the one with the most disciples and the most prosperous people, and it is also the one with the highest profile among many saints.
After Xiao Yinling was shocked, her heart sank to the bottom: "However, even if we go astray, we can't compete with them." β
"I know, but it's better than it is."
"Sister Qingyao, your current strength is not weak, right? The Eight Desolation Divine Skills have been cultivated to the fifth order. β
"I used to think I was a genius, but now I know that the cultivation realm is not equal to the real combat level, I have almost no actual combat experience, and when I encounter a real life-and-death struggle, I can't even play half of my cultivation."
Xiao Yinling also lowered her head: "I'm the same, I didn't give full play to the power of the natal treasure at all, and I can't take what I learned before." β
Zhao Qingyao grabbed Xiao Yinling's palm: "So, we have to use a little extreme method, for example, to accept more brutal combat training." β
"Is that okay?"
"Absolutely."
Then.
Chen Huaiyi on the bed staggered to sit up, and said vaguely: "Don't mess around, I'm here." β
Zhao Qingyao and Xiao Yinling hurriedly approached.
"Brother Zhongyi, are you better?"
"Senior brother, how do you feel?"
Chen Huaiyi shook his head vigorously: "I'm fine, but this wine is a little strong, and it's okay slowly." β
"Brother Zhongyi, do you remember what happened?"
"Of course I remember, I remember it clearly," Chen Huaiyi stretched out his hands in a daze, and touched each of Zhao Qingyao and Xiao Yinling's faces: "It's all my fault for making you both injured." β
"It's all skin traumaβ"
"Shh
Chen Huaiyi interrupted the two women.
Urging the heart of the text.
There are words in the mouth.
"Thousands of trees and thousands of flowers have not woken up, and Dongjun has nowhere to find his return; When I raised my eyes, I suddenly saw the spring breeze, and the branches were a little green. β
Poetry, falling ceiling.
Large smallpox fell from the sky.
It fell on the shoulders of Zhao Qingyao and Xiao Yinling.
turned into a gust of spring breeze and sank into the wounds of the two.
It's like a bud blooming on a branch.
Their wounds healed at a rate that was invisible to the naked eye, but real.
Staring, nothing has changed.
But in the blink of an eye, most of it has been healed.
Before going to sleep, it was still full of dead trees.
When I woke up, the branches were already green.
That's how it feels.
When the vision had dissipated and the smallpox had fallen, the wounds of the two women had healed completely.
Zhao Qingyao jumped up and played a set of combination punches, and nodded in surprise: "It's all right, Brother Zhong Yi, this is another rejuvenation poem." β
Xiao Yinling also nodded: "The effect is extraordinary, and the effect brought by the original poems is different." β
Chen Huaiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "You two were injured to protect me, and even did not hesitate to face death, how can I be stingy?" β
Listen to the outside of the Snow Mountain Villa.
When everyone heard this, they immediately understood.
"Chen Xiaojiuxian is healing his own woman."
"It's really extravagant, and the healing is done with original poetry."
"It's just a smallpox, but it's quite remarkable."
"Just falling smallpox?"
"Uh......"
"Everyone's appetite has been fed by the little wine fairy, and they don't even pay attention to the poems of the Falling Ceiling Realm, and they dare to use the word 'only', and in the past, the poems and articles of the Falling Ceiling Realm are already the highest level we can see."
"Not bad, yes, I was raised by Chen Xiaojiuxian."
"It's all to blame on the little wine fairy."
"Hahaha, it's not like that, here in Chen Xiaojiuxian, the falling ceiling is the lowest level, and it seems that he has never written a poem or article lower than the falling ceiling realm, right?"
"Yes!"
"So I really don't blame us, if you want to blame it, you can only blame Chen Xiaojiuxian's talent for being too high."
"Anyway, it's only good for us, no, it's another poem of rejuvenation."
"The rejuvenation poem of the Falling Smallpox Realm, those who like to fight are blessed."
"I think there will definitely be more advanced rejuvenation poems in the future, which is more advanced than the previous song "Leaving the Grass on the Plain"."
ββ¦β¦β
in the crowd.
Some people looked at the Snow Mountain Villa thoughtfully.
Someone quietly passed on the message.
Others listened intently to gather information.
There are even more people with fierce eyes.
Then.
Someone and two figures floated up and flew directly to the sky above Tingxue Mountain Villa.
Raise your hand and swing your sword.
"Whoosh-"
Two sword qi slashed down.
Directly smashed through the small protective array arranged by Chen Huaiyi's several treasures.
"Po-"
The guard broke through easily.
The two men slowly landed on the roof.
One tall and one short.
Each holding a sword.
The tall man shouted: "Chen Huaiyi, get out of here and die!" β
The crowd was shocked.
"What's the situation?"
"Where did this enemy come from?"
"Round after round, endlessly?"
"Grass!"
"Chen Xiaojiuxian is just a child, as for it? Yes? As for it? β
"Shameless!"
"This is the one who came to kill Chen Xiaojiuxian."
"Shame on the Terrans!"
Inside the lodge.
Chen Huaiyi walked out and arched his hand: "Two, is there anything wrong with Chen?" β
"Tied up!"
"Don't you die!"
Chen Huaiyi frowned: "If you want Chen to be arrested, you have to say a reason, or, report to the house, and let Chen see if you have such qualifications." β
"Bold!"
"Chen Huaiyi, you are full of evil, and you are dying, and you still dare to take advantage of your tongue?"
Chen Huaiyi frowned and carefully looked at the two on the roof.
Full of doubts.
Full of evil?
When will I, Chen Huaiyi, be related to this word?
I'm afraid you won't just find a reason to kill me.
Made!
Is it true that Lao Tzu is a vegetarian?
Everyone wants to step on a few feet.
Thinking of this, his face sank: "Two, even if you are looking for revenge, you should report your family, right?" β
"Hmph, if you want to know, then let you die," the tall man snorted coldly: "Huaizhou Bai Yuxing." β
The short man picked up: "Huaizhou Wang Yong." β
Chen Huaiyi raised his eyebrows.
Huaizhou?
Don't...... Something to do with Sun?
But so what?
The Sun family plotted to seize my treasure first.
My master took revenge.
To put it bluntly, I also take advantage of it.
I have a clear conscience!
Again, I would make the same choice.
Moreover, didn't Master say to clean up the tail of the hands?
How did two revenge seekers pop up?
Or does it have nothing to do with the Sun family?
Chen Huaiyi was suspicious, and said with a cold face: "I haven't heard of it, I don't think it's a well-known person, but it's still the same sentence, if you want me to be arrested, please give a clear reason, otherwise, don't blame me for not giving face." β