On the eve of death, I raised a boss

The two of them were eating, and the two of them were eating.

Liu Qingxin stared at the fragrant food on the table, raised her head slightly, and her eyes fell on the almost untouched rice in Gu Qingchen's bowl.

She reached out and gently pulled the corner of Gu Qingchen's clothes, and whispered:

"Brother Qingchen, you should eat quickly, I'm almost done."

"Okay, okay, let's eat together."

Hearing what Liu Qingxin said, Gu Qingchen raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Then he reached out and picked up the chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

...

The night deepened.

After Liu Qingxin and Gu Qingchen enjoyed a delicious dinner, they lay down on the bed together to rest.

"Qingxin, you should take a rest first." Gu Qingchen said gently to Liu Qingxin beside him.

"If you can't sleep, do you need your brother to tell you some more stories?"

He asked softly, his tone full of care.

Liu Qingxin was as excited as a little sparrow when she heard that Gu Qingchen could tell stories again. She nodded desperately and quickly replied:

"Yeah, I haven't heard Brother Qingchen tell stories for three whole days."

"I especially want to hear your story tonight."

Her big watery eyes flashed with anticipation.

Liu Qingxin said with anticipation. Hearing that Liu Qingxin liked his story so much, Gu Qingchen smiled.

"Okay, since Qingxin likes to listen to my stories so much, I will tell a little story tonight to satisfy our Qingxin's little wish."

After hearing that Gu Qingchen agreed to satisfy her little wish, Liu Qingxin lay obediently aside and listened quietly to Gu Qingchen's story.

"Then the story I'm going to tell today is "The Little Match Girl""

"A long time ago, there was a poor family. The parents worked hard every day, but they could only make a living..."

...

"Later, the little girl lit a match and saw her grandmother..."

When Gu Qingchen slowly finished telling the story, Liu Qingxin was already sleeping soundly on the bed under the candlelight.

Looking at Liu Qingxin's intoxicated look, Gu Qingchen stood up lightly, fearing that he would wake up Liu Qingxin who was sleeping soundly.

He walked to the bed carefully, carefully observing Liu Qingxin's sweet sleeping face, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Then Gu Qingchen got up quietly, opened the door of the study, and stepped into it.

After entering the study, Gu Qingchen found the paper and pen he had used before in the study, sat next to the table, and prepared to start writing the second-grade pill recipe for Liu Qingxin to refine tomorrow.

He took a deep breath, concentrated, and then stretched out his palm.

I saw waves of spiritual power surging from the center of his palm, and the dark red spiritual power flowed out like a clear spring, slowly lifting the paper and pen in the air.

Gu Qingchen closed his eyes and began to search for various second-grade pill recipes in his mind.

He carefully recalled the formula, refining method and efficacy of each pill to ensure that he could provide the most suitable pill recipe for Liu Qingxin.

When he found some satisfactory pill recipes, he used spiritual power to control the pen and wrote down every detail on the paper.

The strokes controlled by spiritual power were light and stable, as if drawing a beautiful scroll.

Every stroke and every stroke contained his exquisite understanding and profound attainments of alchemy.

Gu Qingchen wrote carefully, striving to describe each step clearly so that he could successfully refine the second-grade pill.

Time passed by, and Gu Qingchen devoted himself to writing.

He forgot everything around him and was completely immersed in his own world.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally finished this precious second-grade pill recipe.

"Well, this time I used my spiritual power to write it very quickly."

Looking up at the densely written words on the paper, Gu Qingchen nodded with satisfaction.

Then he took his spiritual power back into his body, and the paper in the air slowly fell from the air onto the table because it had no spiritual power to support it.

Gu Qingchen reached out and picked up the paper of the second-grade pill recipe, carefully checked it twice, and after confirming that there was no problem, he put it into the storage ring in his hand.

Then, he seemed to suddenly remember something important, and reached out and took out a blank book without any handwriting from the bookshelf.

Then, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes again.

He mobilized the surging spiritual power in his body to gather on the pen, and then danced the pen tip lightly, writing on the blank book like flowing clouds and water.

Time passed by, Gu Qingchen

Qingchen controlled the speed of writing with the pen faster and faster, as if he had entered a state of selflessness.

Gradually, the pages of the blank book were filled with dense words, but he did not stop his movements and continued to write with full concentration.

After an unknown period of time, Gu Qingchen finally completed the last stroke, took back the spiritual power on the pen, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh~! Finally finished."

He gently stroked the book that took him two hours to make, his eyes full of a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

Gu Qingchen carefully turned the pages of the book, carefully examining every line of words and every picture in it to ensure that there were no omissions or mistakes.

Seeing the content he had carefully conceived perfectly presented in front of him, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a gratified smile:

"This is good, Liu Qingxin should like this very much..."

After confirming that it was correct, Gu Qingchen carefully put the book into the storage ring, as if it was an extremely precious treasure.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled a little.

…

At the same time, on the Qingzhu Peak of the Tianjian Sect, Ye Chen stood in a green bamboo forest.

"Master, I have practiced the technique to the fourth level!"

Ye Chen shouted excitedly, and a dazzling golden light emanated from his body, and his face was filled with uncontrollable joy.

He held a ring tightly in his hand and spoke excitedly to it.

"Well, Chen'er, you have done very well."

"You have practiced the "Emperor War Emperor Art" to the fourth level so quickly."

An old and gratified voice came from the ring on Ye Chen's finger.

This voice seemed to travel through time and space, carrying endless wisdom and power.

Ye Chen listened to the master's praise, and his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment.

He knew that he could make such great progress, which was inseparable from the careful teaching of the master over the years.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and then asked respectfully:

"Master, can I go and avenge my parents now?"

The voice in the ring was silent for a moment, and then slowly said:

"Chen'er, although you have cultivated the "Emperor War Art" to the fourth level. But I calculated that the murderer who killed your parents is at least at the peak of the Nascent Soul now."

"And you are only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul now. If you want to kill your enemy, you must at least reach the late stage of the Nascent Soul."