Chen Yanjun was beaten to a very embarrassing state, and his movements were all practical, wild and devoid of any beauty. This gave Grandma Feng the feeling:
The so-called rebirth is nothing more than that.
However, Butler Lei became more and more serious.
He did not hesitate to activate the spiritual power of his Dantian to continuously increase the speed and strength of his old arms and legs.
His martial arts momentum was full, and Chen Yanjun was beaten until Chen Yanjun was disgraced, his skin was torn and his flesh was torn, and he was rolling and crawling.
However, these are just appearances.
Looking carefully, none of Chen Yanjun's limbs, bones, internal organs, muscles, veins, blood, or muscles were injured.
Although the speed is slower than him, he can often avoid fatal injuries or remove enough power to seriously injure him.
He even had some kind of illusion: as if Mr. Chen was training and polishing himself in the battle at this moment, enjoying the battle with the warrior!
Is this kid really just a mortal?
Butler Lei couldn't lose face, his spiritual pressure gradually increased, he went berserk, and his fists and kicks became faster and faster.
Chen Yanjun is becoming more and more selfless, looking at the mountain, it is still a mountain, and every move seems to have a breath.
After taking too many beatings, it's time to fight back.
Seeing that Butler Lei was a little over the top, Chen Yanjun deliberately found a weakness and finally struck the strongest punch.
A solid blow to the manager's right shoulder.
Bang... no, this punch made no sound.
Lei Guanjia's body was like a lonely pine, motionless, as if he had just been scratched.
But his old eyes sparkled slightly, he stopped his hand to end the sparring, stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"Can."
"I already know the master's strength. Madam's efforts have not been in vain. It's a pity that the master cannot enter the rank... I hope a miracle will happen."
Chen Yanjun glanced at his fist with unfinished meaning.
Why is he a squib?
"My strongest punch has been thrown, and Chen lost."
But Butler Lei looked humble and open-minded.
"A mortal almost tied with me. Do you still think he lost?"
After saying that, he turned around and walked away gracefully.
…
After walking quickly past the back pavilion, he turned over and walked into the grass. Lei Wusheng closed the back door of the medicine shop and spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Too careless!
Mr. Chen's punch just now seemed so weak, how could it have such stamina?
Of course, his Dantian was fine, but his shoulders didn't have time to relieve the force, which shocked his heart and lungs...
A small injury is not a big problem at first, but forcing yourself to hold back your breath and blood for the sake of face will only increase the number of injuries.
Without enough time to heal his wounds, Lei Wusheng quickly wiped away the blood at the corners of his mouth and on the ground.
The back door creaked open.
Aunt Feng then followed to the warehouse.
"Master Jianzheng wants to see that boy practicing, why are you so careless? No matter how you look at it, Chen Yanjun is nothing but gold and jade, and he doesn't look like he has been cleansed at all!"
As she was talking, she suddenly noticed that Old Lei was silent and looked slightly pale.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Lei Wusheng suddenly said in a deep voice:
"You have established a good relationship with Xiaoyue recently and asked her to talk something out in front of Mr. Chen."
"What words?"
"What kind of poisonous mushroom did Mr. Chen eat that day?"
…
In the backyard, under the old locust tree.
Chen Yanjun looked sad.
He looked at his powerful right fist and then at the old locust tree beside him.
Butler Lei was old, and he had no martial ethics and took advantage of his unpreparedness to punch him.
Even so, the defense was not broken.
A ninth-grade martial artist is so terrifying!
It seems that he needs to practice more.
You must train your physical skills to the full level before you can compete with a ninth-grade martial artist.
"Sir, are you okay?"
Xiaoyue trotted over.
The two round buns on the top of her head are as lively as rabbits, contrasting with the curved arms.
Seeing that Chen Yanjun was covered in wounds and his military robe was stained with blood, the little maid's eyes showed pity and she wished she could rush forward to hug him.
Holding Chen Yanjun's wrist, he was about to cry. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the back pavilion, pouted and said:
"Aunt Feng is so annoying. She wants to find opportunities to fix the young master every day. This time she succeeded. She actually asked Butler Lei to use her spiritual power to bully the young master!"
Chen Yanjun smiled and shook his head.
"Xiao Yue, you are wrong. I think Senior Lei is very skillful and upright. He did not intend to fix me, or guess that the junior is a piece of rough jade and intends to sharpen me."
Xiaoyue was slightly startled, staring at Chen Yanjun for a long time with her pretty eyes.
This was the first time she saw the young master with such magnanimity.
The former young master was handsome, but he was somewhat indecisive and felt sorry for himself...
The young master now has a completely different kind of aura. If he hadn't known that he was just a mortal, just looking at his demeanor, he would have seemed to be standing tall and enlightened.
"That's right, Xiao Yue is very happy to see this piece of rough jade from the young master!"
Saying this, he moved his hands up and down Chen Yanjun's body to check for injuries and blood stains.
"The young master is injured and his body is dirty. I will go get him some water to bathe in, and then apply medicine..."
Although Xiaoyue is a maid, Chen Yanjun feels embarrassed because men and women do not interact with each other.
"Xiaoyue, I can do this myself."
Xiaoyue suddenly said angrily:
"Young master, as a guest in the palace, how is it appropriate for you to do such a small thing yourself? I don't think you want to do it yourself, but you want your wife to do it, right?"
Chen Yanjun was speechless, this little girl never used her wits on the right path.
"In that case, it's up to you, Xiaoyue."
…
Immediately, the two returned to the room.
Although Xiaoyue has not yet entered the imperial examination, she has practiced cultivation. Although she is small, her strength is not small. She quickly filled the five-foot-wide wooden bucket with water.
The small practice room was filled with mist.
Chen Yanjun was sitting in the barrel.
There is a heat preservation charm attached to the bottom of the bucket, which continuously provides heat to keep the water in the bucket at a just right temperature, just like soaking in a hot spring.
Beside, Xiaoyue was sitting sideways on a small bench.
Instead of using a cloth, use warm and soft hands to gently wipe away the blood stains on Chen Yanjun.
Cautious, blushing and heartbeating, but covered by water mist, very thick-skinned.
While wiping, I talked about tomorrow's events.
"Young master, do you know that tomorrow the son of Zhang Jiancheng's family will come to propose marriage, and even the matchmaking process will be omitted."
"Although I have the same idea as the young lady and don't want the young master to take the risk of showing up, I still hope that the young lady will not succumb to others and prevent the Zhang family from taking advantage of him."
Chen Yanjun closed his eyes to rest, then suddenly opened his eyes.
"handle?"
Xiao Yuexi said:
"The son of the Zhang family is only a ninth-grade Confucian scholar, but he weighs three hundred kilograms. He relies on Eunuch Qiu's support to forcefully marry a young lady. It is really insulting!
"This seems to be a marriage proposal, but in fact it is Eunuch Qiu who wants to find an opportunity to overthrow Lord Jianzheng and monopolize the power to manufacture weapons. In this way, the Shence Army can suppress the more numerous Sixteen Guards and Outside the City.
City garrison."
Will seeking marriage involve political strife in the court?
Chen Yanjun was a little surprised that a maid even knew such inside information.
As for the 300-pound ninth-grade Confucian scholar...
Chen Yanjun's eyes moved slightly and suddenly asked Xiao Yue:
"Madam, eighth-level beast master, how are your physical skills?"
Xiaoyue laughed and said:
"Sir, what kind of thing are you talking about... Ahem, Madam's physical skills are acceptable."
Chen Yanjun nodded and looked out the window at the afterglow.