"I..." Ouyang Ming was stunned. He had never thought about this. "Dad, she is just a little girl. How can she have so many thoughts?"
"Little girl? I have never seen such a little girl." Ouyang Peng sneered, "She made a request and played with you above the applause. You said how stupid you are. Do you really think you are the ones who deal with women?
Will childish methods work on her? If you really marry her, you will be played to death by her."
Ouyang Ming's face was full of dissatisfaction: "Dad, why do you need to emulate other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige? I am also a genius. Why is there such a big gap between me and Chen Mengzhu in your mouth?"
"You are a fart!" Ouyang Peng said sternly, "I tell you, since you promised to compete with her in three months, then you should prepare well for me. It doesn't matter whether you lose or not, but the Ouyang family's face cannot be lost.
If you win, tell her that our Ouyang family will not marry a woman like her, and let her not even think about it."
"Yes, I know, kid." Ouyang Ming clenched his fists and whispered.
While Ouyang Ming was kneeling in front of Ouyang Peng, Chen Mengzhu was also sitting in front of Xia Chen.
"He actually gave you three months, what a fool." Xia Chen said calmly.
"Maybe Ouyang Ming wanted to defeat me in public, so he needed three months as a buffer so that many people would know and come to witness his victory," Chen Mengzhu said.
She suddenly looked worried: "If he is really stupid, can he understand me as that kind of shrewd and calculating woman? I don't want to show off in vain."
"If he can't, doesn't he still have his father?" Xia Chen said, "If he couldn't even do it, then the Ouyang family would have perished long ago."
A strange expression suddenly appeared on his face: "But there is one thing that makes me very confused. It's not surprising that Ouyang Ming knows your reputation, and it's not surprising that he wants to propose to you. But what's strange is, how did he get your portrait?
"
Chen Mengzhu was startled and thought thoughtfully: "You mean someone sent him my portrait on purpose?"
Xia Chen said: "It's very possible, you'd better check it carefully."
"Yes." Chen Mengzhu nodded solemnly.
Xia Chen added: "Three months is not a long time, nor is it a short time. Ouyang Ming is at the peak of the fifth level of supernatural power. You are still far behind him. Have you thought about how to deal with him?"
"
Chen Mengzhu's face fell, thinking that if I had thought about it well, I wouldn't come to you.
But she didn't dare to say these words. Xia Chen would fall out if he said so, and he would never show any sympathy to her.
She thought for a while and said seriously: "I imagine that you are talking about going to an unfamiliar sea to test. In three months, even if you can't reach the fifth level of magical power, the gap should not be big. Although Ouyang Ming is at the peak of the Golden Core.
But I have done some research before. He has never been through a life-and-death test like mine, and he is far inferior to me in courage and determination. I am confident that I can defeat him."
Xia Chen was noncommittal: "If you can defeat him, will you really defeat him?"
Chen Mengzhu shook his head and said: "No, if I can control the rhythm of the competition, then I will give him a step down. It will not make the Ouyang family lose too much face and avoid retaliation against the Chen family."
Xia Chen nodded: "Very good, all things considered."
"Really?" Chen Mengzhu had almost never heard a compliment from him before and couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Xia Chen slowly added: "But it's not comprehensive enough."
Chen Mengzhu's expression froze. I knew you wouldn't praise me so easily.
"Now you have two things to ask others to do. One is to find out who gave Ou Yangming's portrait in the first place. This person has evil intentions and cannot be left alone. Moreover, he is hiding in the dark and may do bad things. The other is
One thing, you have to find out Ouyang Ming's enemies or the enemies of the Ouyang family." Xia Chen said.
"Why are they investigating their enemies?" Chen Mengzhu asked curiously.
"It is always better to submit to someone because you don't have it than to give up to the other party. I guess Ouyang Peng wouldn't dare to ask a woman like you to be his daughter-in-law." Xia Chen said.
Chen Mengzhu didn't understand what he meant and couldn't help but widen his beautiful eyes.
Xia Chen didn't explain. He pinched a spell in his hand and sent out a small sharp edge: "I have already made plans for you about three months of hard training. One month ago, I will grant you a magical power called Splitting the Sky."
Sharpness, in the next two months you will go to sea to test yourself, and then go directly to Ouyang Family to compete."
Chen Mengzhu said happily: "You taught me your magical power again, but you only have one month to learn it. Is it difficult to learn it?"
Xia Chen showed a harmless smile: "It's not difficult to learn, but the process will be difficult. You have to persevere."
Chen Mengzhu shuddered. Whenever Xia Chen showed such a smile, it meant the beginning of her disaster.
But then she remembered that she had survived the storm at sea and the boiling cauldron, so what was there to fear? So she proudly puffed out her plump chest and said, "I can survive it!"
"Okay!" Xia Chen said calmly, and the sharp edge in his hand struck straight down, striking Chen Mengzhu's mind.
Chen Mengzhu screamed involuntarily and fell straight away. With a pop, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.
Her face was as pale as paper, her whole body was dripping with sweat, and her teeth were so painful that they were about to break.
That kind of pain is like feeling like you have been cut in half alive, and you don't want to suffer it again.
Xia Chen stood up with no expression on his face: "Do you feel a hint of sword intent?"
Chen Mengzhu struggled to stand up after a long time. Her hair was disheveled, her beautiful face looked weak and pitiful because of the pain, and her face was pale. Her thoughts seemed to have been severely burned by a red-hot iron, and there was something untouchable.
scars.
"No..." she whispered, her eyes couldn't help but look pleading, "You're chopping too fast, I can't feel it, please..."
"Trash!" Before she could finish speaking, Xia Chen shouted coldly, and another sword slashed down mercilessly, directly penetrating her spiritual consciousness.
Chen Mengzhu screamed again, and her delicate body fell out involuntarily and fell heavily to the ground.
The second slash with sword intent was harder, more painful, and more merciless than the first. Chen Mengzhu couldn't help but hold her head and gasp, feeling that the sword intent had torn her brain into pieces and torn her soul into two.
Half.
Sweat had soaked her clothes, fully displaying her beautiful breast curves, and her body was shaking violently, showing the terrible torture the girl was suffering.
"Do you feel it?" Xia Chen asked coldly.
"No...please hit me again." Chen Mengzhu gritted his teeth and said with all his strength in a weak voice. In front of Xia Chen at this time, no matter how much he begged, it was useless. He had no choice but to be strong.
Whoa! Xia Chen slashed down with another sharp sword intent, and once again chopped Chen Mengzhu away far away.
This time the girl remained silent, not because she was strong, but because she fainted.
Xia Chen withdrew his sword intent and looked into his spiritual sense. He found that Chen Mengzhu's spiritual sense had been severely damaged by him and was on the verge of collapse. If his spiritual sense collapsed, the monk's life would be on the verge of ending.
He walked up to Chen Mengzhu calmly, took out a fragrant red elixir from his arms, and gave it to Chen Mengzhu to take.
This is a treasure pill made by Xia Chen himself. He named it the Healing God Treasure Pill. Although the grade is only around the middle grade, it is specially designed to target wounds caused by spiritual thoughts and consciousness. It has unparalleled miraculous effects and is comparable to the high-grade treasure pill.
After a while, Chen Mengzhu woke up leisurely, and most of his severely injured spirit had healed.
"How do you feel? Do you have any insights?" Xia Chen ignored her injuries and asked her how she felt about being struck by three swords.
Chen Mengzhu's spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and he felt indescribably comfortable and comfortable, as if he was reborn from the ashes. But when he thought of the sword intent that was more terrifying than the other just now, he still couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.
She did not speak immediately, but looked deeply in thought, quietly comprehending the three sword intents that were painful to her skin just now.
Xia Chen didn't rush her, he just waited quietly.
Gradually, Chen Mengzhu had a feeling. She repeatedly felt that the inspiration could disappear at any time, and solemnly nodded: "I can feel the sword intention of the sky-splitting edge, but it is still very vague."
"The vague feeling is because the impression is not deep enough." Xia Chen said lightly, "If you are not struck enough by the sword, as long as you are struck too much, you will naturally have a profound understanding."
Chen Mengzhu's face froze and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Can you try another way? It's not that I can't endure hardship, but it really hurts so much that I can't stand it even thinking about it."
"You only have one month." Xia Chen shook his head and said, "In a normal way, you may not be able to understand it in ten years. The more painful it is, the more you have to endure it, the sweeter the fruit will be."
"Okay, I'll endure it, I'll just endure it..." Chen Mengzhu said pitifully with tears in his eyes.
Huh! Xia Chen was not polite at all, and he didn't let her go without looking at her pitiful appearance. He slashed hard with a ruthless sword intent.
Chen Mengzhu almost bit his lip until it bled, so he didn't scream. However, his face was still as pale as paper and he fell down and flew out.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Xia Chen looked at her as if he were looking at a piece of wood, chopping down woodenly and coldly. Each sword intention accurately entered her consciousness space and chopped at the girl's weakest and most sensitive spiritual thoughts.
One sword intention, two sword intentions, three sword intentions, four sword intentions, ten sword intentions, dozens of sword intentions...
Every time when Chen Mengzhu's spiritual consciousness was about to collapse, Xia Chen stopped and took out the Healing Pill to heal her. After her spiritual consciousness recovered, he continued to chop with his sword intent.
At the end of the day, Chen Mengzhu was dead and alive. She didn't know how many times she was struck by the sharp sword intent that split the sky. By the end of the strike, she was even numb, as if her soul had left her body and she was indifferently watching her body suffer.
However, after the numbness passed, her feeling suddenly became surprisingly sharp. The lightning-fast sword intention gradually became slower in her sharp feeling, as if it had a strong sense of picture, which made her more and more aware.
To understand more and more clearly.
Chen Mengzhu always thought that Xia Chen's method of cooking her with the cauldron was already the most extreme, but now she realizes that in this perverted mind, there is only more extreme, not the most extreme. (To be continued...)