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Seven days later, Fang Xiu gave Ye Jin'er the second three-turn heart-protecting pill.

He stayed in front of Ye Jin'er's bed for a full month, sending her true energy every day, and finally pulled her back from the hell gate.

"Miss!!" Xiao Lu threw herself beside the bed and cried, not daring to speak loudly for fear of disturbing Ye Jin'er.

"Xiao Lu..." Ye Jin'er opened her eyes and said weakly.

"I'm not dead yet... You're fine. That's Brother Fang."

"I'm here." Fang Xiu entered the room.

"Miss, thank you Mr. Fang for watching over you this month, otherwise." Xiao Lu said, wiping away tears again.

"Thank you. Brother Fang, I..." Ye Jin'er was weak.

"I should thank you. Stop talking and take a good rest." Fang Xiu sat on the couch, grabbed Ye Jin'er's hand, and transferred his true energy to check her physical condition, his face changed slightly.

"Brother Fang, I'm so tired...am I going to die..." Ye Jin'er's eyes were a little distracted.

"It will be fine." Fang Xiu forced a smile. After Ye Jin'er regained consciousness, her condition worsened and she was estimated to have less than a year left to live.

"I lied to you last time. Pure Yang Baoyu can actually be used twice. So, this time, you can also..." Ye Jin'er pursed her lips.

Fang Xiu paused and made a decision in his mind.

"Jin'er, when you recover, let's get married."

"Getting married?!" Ye Jin'er looked blankly at Fang Xiu.

"Is there love between us?

"Get married first, and the relationship can be cultivated slowly... You should be confident in your beauty and charm." Fang Xiu held Ye Jin'er's hand tightly.

"Marry or not?!"

"Me..." Ye Jin'er's complexion gradually softened, and she slowly turned her face away, revealing her small, crimson ears, and her voice was like the sound of a mosquito.

"Um."

Wait for Ye Jin'er to fall asleep again.

Fang Xiu came to Ye Qin to discuss marriage.

Ye Qin's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, almost unable to believe his ears.

It wasn't until Fang Xiu reminded him that he came back to his senses.

A twenty-four-year-old innate grandmaster wants to marry his grandniece?

Bao agrees!

Ye Qin wished that Fang Xiu would get married to Ye Jin'er tonight.

After Fang Xiu left Ye Mansion, he first went to the matchmaker and asked about the three books and six appointments.

The so-called three books:

Letter of appointment, letter of gift, letter of welcome.

The so-called six appointments:

Nacai, asking for the name, Naji, Nazheng, asking for an appointment, personally welcoming.

Although he and Ye Jin'er didn't have much love between men and women, since they were getting married, they had to be more formal and have enough etiquette.

Ye Jin'er almost risked her life in order to save him. Even if she didn't have love, she still had a life-threatening friendship.

Besides, he didn't suffer any loss by marrying such a stunning beauty with a beautiful heart.

If it were his previous life, he would most likely have been on a blind date, married a woman who had hidden secrets in his heart, and lived together.

I don’t know when the group will break up.

Fang Xiu returned to the prison, found Zhao Siyu, and explained the situation.

"Which girl did you get into, and you want me to help you propose marriage?" Zhao Siyu laughed and scolded.

"It's Ye Jin'er, the seventh lady of Ye Mansion." Fang Xiu said seriously.

"What about the Ye family?::." Seeing Fang Xiu's serious expression, Zhao Siyu also stopped joking.

"Although the Ye family is not as rich as the country, it is still a wealthy family. The old head of the Ye family also has a weird temper, so I really need my help."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao!" Fang Xiu clasped his fists.

"Don't worry! If the old head of the Ye family doesn't give you face, I'll ask my uncle to take action. If that doesn't work, I'll ask the prefect!" Zhao Siyuan promised, patting his chest.

"Thank you!"

"By the way, is the betrothal gift enough? Just say it if it's not enough, and I'll lend it to you first. Anyway, the Ye family has plenty of money. The dowry is at least ten times the betrothal gift. You can pay it back to me after we get married."

"Thank you sir, I have some savings."

"Okay, in two days I will choose an auspicious day to propose marriage for you."

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xiu found Ma Sandao.

"Nephew, are you getting married? Which family is the girl from?" Ma Sandao was surprised and happy.

"I would also like to thank Uncle Ma for introducing Miss Ye to me."

Fang Xiu said with a smile.

"It turned out to be that Miss Ye!" Ma Sandao was surprised, "Dear nephew, you asked me to help you come to your home to propose marriage?"

"I have asked Si Yu Zhao for help regarding the marriage proposal." Fang Xiu shook his head.

"Then you asked me to help arrange the marriage? Leave this to me, don't worry!'"

Masandao said with a smile.

"Uncle Ma, my parents are no longer here, so the second worship ceremony cannot be left alone. I want you to be my father on the day we get married!" Fang Xiu said solemnly.

"Good nephew...you..." Ma San said with his sword, his beard trembling.

"My godfather...son, I kowtow to you!"

Fang Xiu took a step back and knelt down.

"Good nephew! Bu Xiu'er! Get up quickly!" Ma Sandao looked excited and stepped forward to help Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu only stood up after kowtowing.

"Okay! Okay! I didn't expect that half of my body, Ma Sandao, was about to be buried, and then I actually had a son." Ma Sandao's eyes were red, and he squeezed Fang Xiu's shoulders and arms, as if he knew him again.

Another two months have passed.

Ye Jin'er's body has regained its ability to move and can already walk on the ground.

The auspicious time is determined to be the eighth day of the next month.

On this day, Fang Xiu sat cross-legged on the couch, his consciousness sinking into the Book of Destiny.

The next moment, the dim pattern of the Azure Lotus Saint Envoy on the fourth page of the Book of Destiny glowed with white light, and his aura rose rapidly, and his clothes moved without wind.

After an unknown amount of time, the white light on the fourth page of the Book of Destiny faded, and the pattern on it completely disappeared.

Fang Xiu's bulging clothes slowly fell down, and he exhaled a breath of hot air from his mouth.

"The Azure Lotus Saint Envoy's power of more than 300 years has been left for 100 years."

Fang Xiu looked at the disappearing pattern on the fourth page of the Book of Destiny, and sighed in his heart.

He took advantage of the two months to master the Immortal Art improved by the Azure Lotus Saint Envoy, and absorbed the Azure Lotus Saint Envoy's power in batches,

and maximized the transformation.

Now his power has increased from 343 to 455.

It has increased for more than 100 years.

Even if he uses the Hunyuan Yiqi Art to transform his power now, he can still maintain his Xiantian realm.

However, he is not going to do this.

He will wait until his power is improved to the upper limit that his meridians and body can bear, and then use the Hunyuan Yiqi Art to compress the Xiantian Zhenyuan.

For him now,

More is better!

Just pursue quantity.

In addition, in the past two months, he has also tried to practice the Qi Refining Chapter of Qiankun Baxiang. Although the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has turned into cool air and entered his body, the progress is very slow.

According to this progress, it may take a year to condense magic power and enter the first level of Qi Refining.

First, his spiritual roots are too poor, and second, the spiritual energy in the space is very thin and almost negligible.

Of course, if he is willing to compress the innate true essence into magic power, he will definitely be able to get started immediately, but it will consume a lot of skills.

The most important thing is that the replenishment of magic power can only be done with spiritual energy.

The innate true essence is basically cultivated by the warrior himself, and it is easy to recover.

It is probably because of the thin spiritual energy that the cultivators are unwilling to stay here.

October 8th.

The musicians lead the way for the wedding procession on an auspicious day, playing festive music; the servants hold various flags and lanterns; the strong men carry the dowry on their shoulders and hands, and the wedding procession is vast and orderly.

At first glance, it looked like a long red dragon, stretching for ten miles.

The sound of firecrackers resounded through the streets, and theatrical performances and dragon and lion dance teams cleared the way in front.

The people who came to watch the excitement almost blocked several streets.

It was not until the people of the Ye family threw a lot of copper coins that the teams blocking the road were dispersed.

"Bite! Whose family is sending a bride? Such a grand show?"

"Is it the daughter of the prefect?"

"Whose son is getting married? Is he from one of the eight major surnames?"

In the restaurants on both sides of the road, the rich children who were drinking and listening to music were also shocked by the grand scene of ten miles of red makeup.

The dowry alone may be more than their family property.

"It is said that the seventh daughter of the Ye family is getting married to the Chai Bo of the prefectural prison!"

"The man that the seventh daughter of the Ye family is married to is called Fang Xiu, who is said to be a martial artist."

"What?! Isn't this nonsense? You have read too many novels!"

"My father is Captain Zhou! It was the Lord Zhao who proposed the marriage. I heard that the prefect will personally attend the wedding banquet and be the master of ceremonies."

"It is said that the seventh daughter of the Ye family looks like a fairy! How can that boy do that?!"

"What is this! I heard that the dowry of the Ye family also includes a mountain villa outside the city and thousands of acres of fertile land!"

The young men who were watching were chatting, and soon some of them had red eyes and stiff fists.

The marriage of a prince's daughter is probably just like this.

Why did a jailer take all the benefits!