Daqin: Bear children tell stories, emperors beg to shut up

Aware that something is wrong with me.

Yao Meier suddenly opened her eyes that were almost closed.

Turning his head to look at Ying Chang'an with closed eyes and resting his mind.

Vermilion lips curled up slightly, and with a lazy nasal voice, she said softly: "Thank you, my lord, my family likes this gift very much."

"Um……"

Ying Chang'an babbled, opening and closing his small mouth, as if falling asleep.

Looking at the little cute baby sleeping on the rocking chair, with red lips and white teeth, cute and lively, Yao Meier's heart almost melted, and she wished she could hold her in her arms.

At this time.

A strange fragrance penetrated the tip of Yaomei'er's nose.

"What does it taste like?"

Yao Meier looked left and right, and set her eyes on the small table between the two rocking chairs.

There is a pot of tea on the table, with wisps of steam rising from the spout.

Yao Meier pursed her lips, looked around for no one, and quietly took a cup.

"This tea..."

Yao Meier frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then raised her head and drank the tea in one gulp.

A slightly refreshing sweetness lingered between her mouth and mouth in an instant.

Tea into the stomach.

Yao Mei'er felt that the tea seemed to be transformed into strands of energy, which were penetrating into her extraordinary meridians in a silent way.

Accompanied by this magical feeling, Yao Meier's usually lazy and charming eyes showed some surprise.

"This tea actually has the effect of improving cultivation?"

In the Kyushu continent, there are countless rare treasures.

Among them, the rarest ones are treasures that improve one's cultivation.

Many sects have gone to great lengths to obtain such treasures.

Some top powerhouses may only have a slight difference in cultivation.

And this gap of a few millimeters is a mountain that cannot be overcome in a lifetime.

At this time, if one can possess the treasure to improve one's cultivation, one can easily cross the mountain.

Can be imagined.

How precious are these treasures.

But on second thought.

Yaomeier thinks it is also reasonable.

Daqin has a profound background, and Changan is expensive to be a prince. It is not surprising to have such rare treasures.

ps. The new book sets sail, looking for flower evaluation tickets, thank you! .

008 This evildoer really doesn't treat me like a child!

At night, the moon is as cool as water.

In Ying Chang'an's room, candles flickered.

Yao Meier was sitting on the bed, bent over like a water snake, and was carefully laying the bedding for her little prince.

door of the room.

Ying Chang'an sat on the rocking chair, looking at the sky full of stars, a little bored.

"Taking advantage of this time, check out today's rewards."

With a thought, Ying Changan opened the backpack.

Two low-level celestial exercises.

"Bagua Wuyingquan", "Iron Cloth Shirt with Golden Bell Cover".

A low-level exercise experience book.

A pill for washing tendons and cutting marrow.

A mid-grade vitality pill.

A pot of green spring carving wine.

A pair of golden silk armor.

Ten fairy rattan chairs.

"Heaven-level low-level exercises..."

Ying Chang'an rubbed his chin and muttered to himself.

In the world of Kyushu, dynasties' hegemony is the mainstream, and warriors also play an indispensable role.

In this side of heaven and earth.

The levels of warriors are divided into Acquired, Innate, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, Celestial Realm, and Immortal Realm.

Each realm is divided into four levels: early stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak stage.

Generally speaking, warriors who have reached the innate realm can dominate one side.

In the Grand Master Realm, one can start a sect and establish a sect.

The strength has reached the level of a grand master, basically one of the top powerhouses, who can turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain.

However, there are very few strong people in the Heaven-Human Realm, and there are only a handful of them in the entire Kyushu Continent.

The strong who have reached this level can even move mountains to fill the sea, regard the common people in the world as ants, and have a terrifying cultivation level.

Whenever there are dynasties with strong men in the realm of heaven and man, all of them regard them as artifacts for the suppression of the country, so that they can be enshrined.

The last fairyland is a legend.

According to legend, in this realm, warriors can live forever, turn stones into gold, and even ascend to immortality.

In addition to the level of warriors.

Exercises are also very important.

Kyushu Continent's exercises are divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang.

Among them, the Heaven Rank Kungfu is the rarest.

Even the lowest level of heaven-level low-level exercises are beyond the reach of countless sects.

Only some sects with deep foundations may have one or two books of heavenly exercises.

After a book of heaven-level exercises has been cultivated, it can allow the owner to easily leapfrog challenges.

Even challenges beyond the realm are not impossible.

for hundreds of years.

There are countless strong people who have fallen to the heaven-level exercises, and there are many strong people who have the realm of heaven and man.

It is also because of the existence of the heavenly rank exercises that maintain the balance among the powerful in this world.

After all, no one can guarantee whether the opponent has the trump card to challenge.

In a sense.

The importance of the warrior's skills is far greater than the realm of the warrior itself.

Winning Chang'an once with ten consecutive draws of bronze, you will get two low-level exercises of the heavens. The luck is so good that it explodes.

"System, immediately extract these two low-level celestial exercises."

When beating Hu Hai violently today, he didn't use any exercises to win Chang'an, but simply used ten bulls' strength.

If he used the exercises, it is estimated that Hu Hai would not be as simple as being beaten into a pig's head, but would die.

【Ding!Congratulations to the successful extraction of the host! 】

The voice in my head fell.

at the same time.

Before Ying Chang'an's eyes, many mysterious golden characters appeared.

Bagua Wuyingquan, a low-level skill of the heavens, takes the shape of Bagua, and it can be used without shadows. It can break mountains and break cities with great power.

Iron cloth shirt with golden bell cover, a low-level skill of the heavens, uses qi to protect the body, can defend against sword attacks, practice to a great degree, the stellar qi protects the body, does not drown in water, does not burn in fire, keeps breath, does not eat and does not hunger.

Looking at the golden words floating in front of his eyes, Ying Chang'an's big eyes showed fire.

Two books of heavenly skills, one for attack and one for defense, can be called invincible.

Followed by.

All the golden words entered Ying Chang'an's mind in an instant.

An obscure and mysterious feeling flowed in his blood, as if he wanted to merge with Ying Chang'an's soul.

the next moment.

Ying Changan slowly opened his eyes.

Two kinds of low-level exercises of heaven rank have been successfully absorbed by him.

The fly in the ointment is that the current levels of the two exercises are just beginners.

There is still a distance like a natural moat from practicing to great success.

But there is no rush to win Chang'an.

The days are still long, just practice slowly.

Subsequently.

Ying Chang'an set his sights on the two pills.

Washing tendon cutting pill can reshape people's bones and improve their qualifications.

The middle-grade vitality pill can enhance cultivation and help to break through the realm.

"It's really good stuff."

Ying Chang'an grinned, without hesitation, stuffed the Xijin Fasui Pill into his mouth, and started chewing.

boom!

In an instant.

A violent energy poured into Ying Chang'an's eight extraordinary meridians, reshaping his muscles and bones, and strengthening his flesh and blood.

Ying Chang'an felt as if his whole body was being burned.

He pursed his lips, clenched his fists tightly, and said nothing.

Ying Chang'an knew it very well.

This is the only way to wash the tendons and cut the marrow.

After half a cup of tea, the burning feeling gradually receded.

Ying Chang'an's little face was covered with beads of sweat.

My clothes were also soaked.

at this time.

in the room.

Yao Meier, who was sitting on the bed and making the bedding, suddenly turned her head and looked out of the room.