Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

The solemn beauty of the previous moment was instantly flushed.

Cui Yourong was anxious and ashamed, put down the herbs in a hurry, turned around quickly, and walked away quickly.

Chen Yanjun turned his head to look at the herbs on the window sill.

It was a ochre-red medicine bag sewn by the madam herself.

Open the medicine bag, inside are some rare herbal medicines for physical training.

Ziwei Star Grass, Flying Snow Silkworm Velvet, Nine Petal Immortal Peach, Strange Velvet Black Wattles...

The quantity is formulated according to the Pharmacopoeia, and Chen Yanjun must cook and cook it himself.

After all, Madam is just an animal trainer, not good at refining medicine.

The medicine sachet is refreshing and pleasant, with a faint milky fragrance.

……

Inner City, East, Daozhengfang.

Cui Mansion, House of Internal Affairs.

The old lady of the Cui family was sitting in the high hall alone, her temples were snow-white, her majesty was overwhelming, but she still had some looks.

She is Cui Wanjun's first wife, Cui Yourong's aunt, who is in charge of everything in the Cui family.

under the hall.

The tall and thin black-haired old woman is the most capable assistant of the old lady in charge of all affairs of the Cui family, Feng Steward.

She is also the maid of Du Qiuzhuo in Du's house, and the sister of Nanny Feng.

"Ma'am, great news, the poor scholar who lives in Du's house no longer pesters Qiu Zhuo."

The old lady picked up the teacup and sighed.

"The master is still too pampered and tolerant. If it weren't for the face of my Cui family, this poor scholar would have died [-] times."

"Assuming that he is sensible, understands his identity, and does not overstep the rules, he may be able to live a few more years."

"In a few days, you will find someone to prepare a gift for Du's house, and propose marriage to Mr. Jiancheng's son."

Butler Feng showed embarrassment.

"It's just that Qiu Zhuo is devoted to the Tao. He has returned to the Imperial College after hearing the news. I'm afraid..."

"The words of the matchmaker, the orders of the parents, born in the family of officials, can a little girl turn the world upside down?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"By the way, madam, there is one more thing. That poor scholar seems to have plans to marry You Rong."

The old lady frowned and thought for a long time, but unexpectedly she did not get angry.

"You have the tolerance to be willing to degenerate, let her go, mortals are mortals, at least they are born handsome, and it is a happy event to serve her for the elderly... If she is allowed to do this, she will naturally agree to the marriage between Qiu Zhuo and Jiancheng's son."

Snapped!

In the library room separated by several walls, there was an angry clapping sound.

"absurd!"

Chapter 0009 I Treat You As A Brother

Midnight.

Madam called Xiaoyue to help decoct the medicine.

Xiaoyue is seventeen years old, with a thin figure, wearing a pink skirt, which outlines a soft curve.

Although they are far inferior to Cui's mother and daughter in appearance, they are still pretty and lovely.

In addition to his lively personality, he often takes care of Chen Yanjun's diet and daily life on behalf of Mrs. Cui, and he is very close to Chen Yanjun.

While decocting the medicine, Xiaoyue stared at Chen Yanjun who was meditating with his eyes closed in the practice room, carefully studying.

How handsome!

After thinking for a long time, I found the topic.

"I heard from Madam that the young master is practicing again, how much will he gain today?"

Chen Yanjun opened his eyes and looked at Xiaoyue.

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

Among the twelve calamities in the Nightmare Illusion, there are many demons and ghosts in troubled times.

"In the past three years, I would like to thank Miss Xiaoyue for taking care of her in every possible way. Chen is mediocre and often depressed because of not being able to do it. Please forgive me for making rude remarks."

Xiaoyue looked at it in surprise for a long time, and was flattered.

"The young master said this as if he was leaving the house... These three years have been Madam's wishes, so how can Xiaoyue have any credit for it?"

Chen Yanjun said:

"Madam rescued me in Weishui River and provided for me to practice for three years. Perhaps she wanted me to help take care of the drug store business, or to make Qingchuan reform, or to make Qiuzhuo change his view of men... Unfortunately, three years have passed, Chen Didn't do anything."

Xiao Yue shook her head.

"Madam didn't think about it so much, she just counted her luck, the son is a nobleman."

"Today, Madam looks at you with admiration, which has already surpassed what you said."

"Perhaps the son is not only the lady's nobleman."

After saying that, he covered his mouth and laughed, and without giving Chen Yanjun a chance to defend himself, he told the time when the medicine soup was ready, and quickly walked out of the house.

She thought to herself, if the young master married his wife, she would become the young master's maid, and maybe she would marry the wife!

Watching Xiaoyue's back jumping away happily, Chen Yanjun shook his head, feeling emotional in his heart.

The original owner was stunned to rely on his handsome face to turn those internet stories where the bitch women look down upon others into a story where all kinds of women play tricks and molested them.

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

Even in the age of Xianwu, where power is paramount, handsomeness is still one of the hallmarks of a man.

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

It's annoying.

In this world, all you need is a few confidants with fair skin, beautiful legs, long breasts, big breasts, and understanding.

Life is short, it is unwise to provoke too many women, and it will hurt the body, not the way to keep in good health.

After the medicine was cooked and cooled, Chen Yanjun filtered the soup into the medicine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

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

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

He can no longer enter Nightmare Visions.

You can only take care of everything in the world, or recall the past in the state of seeing mountains and not mountains.

Coupled 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 Zhiyin, when the cultivation base was increased to 90, it could no longer rise.

Until dawn, it was still fixed at 90.

Chen Yanjun couldn't help guessing that it was very likely that he had to practice "Qi Yang Shu" to the third level, and he could continue to add more points.

It is also possible to force it, but it is likely to require a lot of resources, and the cost performance is not high.

It's a pity that Goldfinger is not the type he expected, who can eat and drink without thinking.

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

……

Early the next morning.

Chen Yanjun slowly opened his eyes, and stretched long.

He suddenly realized that there was no pain in the injured lower abdomen, but warmth accumulated instead.

Opening up the lower abdomen, the wound from yesterday was almost invisible, only a faint red mark around it.

As expected of the world of Immortal Martial Arts, it is simply a medical miracle.

Although he didn't sleep all night, he closed his eyes and meditated enough to recharge his energy, and drank the herbal medicine that was full of spiritual energy. Chen Yanjun didn't feel tired in the morning.

It can be seen from this that all night is the real cultivation of immortality.

Chen Yanjun got up cross-legged, opened the door and went out.

The aura that hits the face penetrates into the heart, the mist curls up, and the dewdrops are crystal clear, just like a fairyland.

The plan of the day is in the morning.

Speaking of which, this was his first morning after time travel, Chen Yanjun felt that he could not let it down.

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

Experience what it feels like to experience the legendary third stage of power.

He immediately went back to the room to wash, had some snacks, drank a cup of spiritual tea, changed into a short gray martial robe, brought the "Shen Ce Military Sports Manual" and pushed the door out again.

The old pagoda trees stand like a cover, and the spring birds chirp and chirp non-stop.

Chen Yanjun opened the book and was posing.

A young figure in a blue and white brocade suit and carrying a green wine gourd came swaying from the grassy pavilion.

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

After watching for a long while, he confirmed Chen Yanjun's identity with some doubts.

"Brother Chen, the Guozijian has no outings today, follow me to Huayan Pavilion for a drink."

The young man was none other than Mrs. Cui's son, Du Qingchuan.

He is only one month younger than Chen Yanjun.

His appearance is fairly handsome, he is not very tall, and his face is always flushed, so that Chen Yanjun has not seen his complexion until now.

It is said that he practiced very hard when he was a child, but unfortunately due to his talent, he never made it to the top. After he became an adult, he lingered in the smoke alley and lay down completely, even letting go of Du Wei's grass practice that should have been inherited by him.

After Chen Yanjun entered Cui's house, he suddenly felt that he was not such a waste, not to mention that Chen Yanjun also served as his wingman, cover, and often went to grass to help, so he and Chen Yanjun naturally had a good relationship.

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 hard."

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

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

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

"Let me ask you... How many butterfly marks are there on Miss Huadie's butt?"

Chen Yanjun shook his head.

"Drink too much again, have you forgotten, you have never taken down Huadie girl."

Only then did Du Qingchuan confirm.

"...You are right."

"It's because I didn't win Miss Huadie that I need Brother Chen's help!"

"With your face, everything is easy to say, not to mention that Brother Chen is not as good as me in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose. If I compare it, won't I be better?"

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

"I'll help you after I've finished my practice."