...The lonely fly is tired and has no place to land, and the mountains are covered with frost and it doesn’t know where to return.
Chen Yanjun looked at Liu Juzheng's retreating figure and saw that he was dressed in a Confucian spirit and had a cool breeze on his sleeves.
With no worries and no traces, I am indeed on the verge of breaking through to the third level of nourishing qi.
It has to be said that even in the Xianwu era, there is still a sense of anger in the hearts of the people of the Tang Dynasty.
He witnessed with his own eyes a civilian genius who worked hard to reach the peak of spiritual practice, but got lost in the whirlpool of the powerful, and finally found himself and returned to the mountains.
The story is good, but Chen Yanjun always feels like he got into trouble.
Although it is not good to be a dog, it is not good to offend Eunuch Qiu like this...
Chic and unrestrained, safety is also very important.
You must know that Chang'an was a holy place for literati in the Tang Dynasty. The great poets in ancient times did not express their love for landscapes on their own initiative, but because they were demoted.
Liu Juzheng was lucky enough to resign directly...
Weird Lu You!
…
There was silence in the front hall.
None of the Zhang family looked very good, and they couldn't understand why Liu Juzheng suddenly rebelled.
Mrs. Zhang's face alternated between green and red, as if she were sitting on a volcano and on the verge of going berserk.
But because he couldn't find any excuse for the Cui family, he could only grit his teeth and look at the princess above:
"Since Mr. Liu is crazy, how about letting the princess decide whether Bi Shi wins or loses?"
Now, because Liu Juzheng, who was interpreting the poem, suddenly woke up, he asked Chen Yanjun how to break through the third realm of nourishing qi. Everyone knows who the author of these two poems is.
Li Chan held back her smile, her pretty face flashed slightly, and she pretended to say:
"Well...let me think about it carefully."
"Climbing Bailu Mountain on a snowy night, the artistic conception of this poem is ever-changing and extremely beautiful. It describes the magnificence and pursuit of the fantasy world of practicing demonic energy, and shows the spirit of hard study in the Xianwu era. I feel that the level of this poem is
It should be even better."
After a pause, the conversation changed:
"However, this poem is a work of imagery. When it comes to surprising words, I still like this line... Mountains and rivers are full of doubts, but there is no way out, and there are dark willows and bright flowers in another village."
"It seems that I have to continue practicing and don't give up easily. Maybe one day I will have a sudden inspiration and find my right husband..."
Cheng Zhiang was busy coughing aside.
"Ahem."
Li Chan quickly changed her tune.
"In short, don't ask about the way forward, and never give up on practice. Let's encourage each other."
"The sword remains here."
After saying this, Li Chan lifted her skirt and stood up, looked at Chen Yanjun with a smile, deliberately did not ask who wrote this surprising sentence, then stood up and left Cui's house.
"Go back to the palace!"
Huo Longwei carried Cheng Zhiang with his sword and followed the princess' Qingluan flying sedan all the way back to the palace.
Titled princesses can fly freely in the inner city, as long as they don't fly beyond the bottom of Tianyuan Palace.
at the same time.
The Zhang family's planned plan failed completely.
I can barely summarize a few of the Cui family’s reasons:
First, Cui Yourong is shameless and raises a man as old as his own children.
Second, the men of the Cui family competed in martial arts and made a sneak attack.
Third, Princess Ping An repeatedly hinted that the men of the Cui family are beautiful, and her words seemed to discriminate against Zhang Wei for being fat...
After looking for a clue for a long time, it is difficult to find a clue with just these three nitpicks.
Cui Yourong saw that the Zhang family could not keep their faces at ease, so he stood up to see the guests off and said:
"It's getting late, you can stay and have a quick meal."
Mrs. Zhang's face became increasingly ugly.
The princess gave Zhang Wei a poetry competition, and the Cui family's etiquette was in place, so Mrs. Zhang didn't have a seizure.
"No need, no matter how good the literary and military skills are, mortals will still be mortals after all. You should take good care of Qiu Zhuo. Our Zhang family will not give up easily."
After that, wave your sleeves and leave!
The princess's sword was not touched, and the bride price was not taken away.
Cui Yourong nodded slightly.
"Old lady, walk slowly."
Before leaving, Mr. Zhang glanced at Chen Yanjun and said with a proud look on his face:
"Mr. Chen, please don't forget that your saying that there is no way out of doubt was inspired by me!"
Chen Yanjun smiled. It was indeed his line about landscapes and flowers that reminded him of this poem, so he bowed and thanked:
"Master Zhang is a great talent. Chen will definitely pay him a visit someday and ask for advice."
Zhang Wei was so frightened that his face turned black and he ran away in despair.
…
After the Zhang family left, everyone in the Cui family finally breathed a sigh of relief.
No one thought that the Zhang family could be so aggressive that not even Princess Ping An would take them seriously.
What's more, I didn't expect that Mr. Chen actually surpassed Mr. Zhang in both literature, Taoism and military strategy, and even asked Liu Sheren to resign and return to his hometown... I don't know what the future holds.
In any case, the Cui family survived the disaster.
"Huh, I'm scared to death. Young master is so awesome."
Xiaoyue was the first to come and talk to Chen Yanjun.
"Especially the sentence "There is no way out of mountains and rivers, but there is no way out, and there is a bright future in another village..." Xiao Yue suddenly understood how the young master had an epiphany."
Chen Yanjun suddenly felt that this poem was not consistent with his life experience, so he explained:
"Well, I ate a poisonous mushroom in Gudu that day and fell into a coma. I had this dream when I was dying. When I woke up, I thought about a lot of things."
Everyone understood.
In particular, Butler Lei asked:
"Mr. Chen, do you still remember the variety or appearance of the poisonous mushroom that day?"
Chen Yanjun smiled and shook his head:
"This matter has nothing to do with Mo Gu, Butler Lei, I was poisoned."
Butler Lei was slightly disappointed.
"Oh...young people should also pay attention to protecting themselves when they go out."
Aunt Feng rolled her eyes at him. The old man had no idea what he was talking about...
In fact, everyone understands that Chen Yanjun's danger comes from Qiu Zhuo.
Xiaoyue hurriedly comforted and said:
"The young master is now married to his wife, so there is no danger!"
"..."
The words "happy the knot" made Cui Yourong's face turn red as the clouds, his beautiful eyes dodge, and he forcibly maintained the majesty of the family master.
Chen Yanjun did not open the six boxes of betrothal gifts, but handed them over directly to his future wife.
"Please, Madam, accept these betrothal gifts and help me reach the ninth rank in the future."
Cui Yourong said worriedly:
"Although our family is not rich, we still have enough resources to help the young master condense his energy and form elixirs. It is a bit risky to bet on the Zhang family's property."
Chen Yanjun smiled and shook his head.
"It doesn't matter. Sometimes the more you give in, the more your enemy will bully you. Force yourself to become stronger, and just maintain a well-founded pace of advance and retreat."
Xiaoyue covered her mouth and said with a smile:
"Young master talks like the head of the family!"
Cui Yourong:
"..."
Seeing that the lady did not scold him, Xiao Yue became bold again, turned around and asked the lady:
"Miss, do you want to shout..."
Du Qiuzhuo quickly used a speech-silencing technique to gag Xiao Yue.
Chen Yanjun first saved her life, and now he surpassed Young Master Zhang in literary, Taoist and military skills, helping her and the Cui family survive the crisis safely...
In her heart, she no longer had any disdain or impatience towards Chen Yanjun.
But for her to call a handsome man of her own age daddy... that's impossible!
Qiu Zhuo held the Qinghong Sword left by the princess, threw it to Chen Yanjun from a distance, and said coldly.
"Chen Yanjun, you can marry my mother...but don't expect me to call you daddy."
After that, he turned around and left!
Chen Yanjun smiled and shook his head.
On the side, the lady looked up with a red face and said:
"Master, follow me."
…
Inner city, east, Daozhengfang.
Cui Mansion, Cui Jianzheng's study room.
There are not many books in the study room, but they are filled with various hand-made wooden military molds.
An old man wearing a brocade robe was carving spiritual patterns on a small crossbow.
Cui Wanjun is a third-grade craftsman who is over three hundred years old. He has black beard and hair, and has a dignified appearance. He is also very strong and tall. His eyes are sharp and have the potential to fire thousands of arrows.
It is said that this is a mighty man who fears nothing except his wife.
At this time, the door creaked open.
Mrs. Cui is here.
The old lady has white eyebrows and hair, and she looks much older than Cui Wanjun. In fact, she is just over a hundred years old, and her face still has some charm.
"Is this the news about Rong'er? No matter how many times I tell you, I will never agree... It is impossible for my granddaughter Cui Wanjun to marry a mortal!"
The old lady shook her head.
"It's Qiuzao's news. She finally rejected the Zhang family... You should persuade Yourong."
Cui Wanjun sighed and could only comfort his wife and said:
"It doesn't matter. Qiu Zhuo is extremely talented. Marriage too early is not a good thing. Just take it one step at a time. I will handle the relationship with Zhang Jiancheng well."
Mrs. Cui was silent.
Cui Wanjun asked carefully:
"Is there any news about Rong'er?"
This is exactly what Mrs. Cui is thinking about.
"She is going to marry a mortal."
Cui Wanjun:
"What!"
Old lady:
"However, this mortal seems to be more useful than previously thought. He actually beats the Zhang family master in terms of culture, Taoism and military strategy."
Cui Wanjun frowned.
"Forget about literature, martial arts... Madam, are you sure the scholar won?"
Mrs. Cui said:
"I heard from Aunt Feng that this boy had a tie with Butler Lei before, and then he successfully washed his marrow and learned swordsmanship with Yourong."
"Today I knocked down Mr. Zhang with one punch... He also said that he has entered the third realm of nourishing qi. I seem to have heard you say that it is the only regret in this life that he has not entered the third realm of nourishing qi."
Cui Wanjun's old face was a little embarrassed.
"...Are you sure this is the third realm?"
Mrs. Cui said:
"That's what Aunt Feng said. She also said that the boy is good at poetry. He wrote a poem about breaking the boundary. It seems to be called "Visiting Shanxi Village..." This boy copied it on silk. Please take a look."
Cui Wanjun felt unbelievable when he heard the word "youcun".
"How do I understand poetry?"
As he said that, he picked up the silk and looked at it casually:
Don't laugh at the farmer's wine, which is thick with wax and wine. In good years, the chickens and dolphins are enough for visitors.
Mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers...
Instantly!
Cui Wanjun's eyes flashed with silver light, like thousands of arrows leading a bow.
"Gather the elders of the Cui family, their children and grandchildren, and hold a family meeting... including that kid!"