In the Xianwu era, most cultivators went without food, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon to satisfy their hunger. They would eat some elixirs, drink some spiritual tea and spiritual wine, and generally only treat guests and prepare meals when entertaining guests.
Chen Yanjun originally wanted to try some of his wife's skills, but unfortunately, in order to prepare for the big battle within three days, she quickly pushed him out of the study and started working alone.
Before leaving, he also stuffed a bag of first-aid pills into his hands.
It seems that after offending the Zhang family, his wife is worried about his future safety in the Imperial College.
After some snuggling, Chen Yanjun returned to his room honestly.
Speaking of which, after all, Madam is a well-behaved woman who has been widowed for many years. After expressing affection for each other, she did not engage in any further intimacy.
Besides, it's not suitable in broad daylight.
Coupled with the fact that she has only one wife, she always puts on airs and is unable to enter that state.
If I call her "Yourong"... tonight when the flowers are full and the moon is full, maybe something good will happen.
However, fine wine takes time to brew, and Chen Yanjun still likes the title Madam.
Chen Yanjun had a girlfriend in his previous life and had close contact with her, so he was not in a hurry about this kind of thing.
In ancient times, women from good families paid great attention to honor and integrity, especially if the wife had been widowed for 16 years, she had to be clean and self-respecting, and she did not exceed the rules. She had not yet become a noble woman, so it would be irresponsible to do such a thing in advance.
Instead, he felt that the time between a man and a woman, when they were interested in each other but had not gone to bed yet, was the most beautiful memory, mixed with hazy and sweet fantasies.
Once there is skin-to-skin contact, people will reveal their true nature, and many real problems will arise one after another...
Fortunately, for a time traveler like Chen Yanjun who has cheats, these are no big deal. He will taste the sweetness of his wife and solve all his troubles.
At the moment, although I express my feelings to my wife, I am still forced by the situation, and that hazy feeling is still there.
…
Back inside, Chen Yanjun prepared a cup of tea.
Sitting cross-legged in the practice room, roughly calculating the upcoming schedule.
"Tomorrow, the Imperial College will start school."
"After eating the same mushroom, everyone saw Fan Yu, a fellow villager, died of poisoning, but I survived. Together with Qiu Zhuo, we fought off the strange beast Gu. After not seeing each other for a few days, I suddenly became stronger..."
"You won't be dragged into anatomy by Assistant Teacher Fang, right?"
In two days he will go to the inner city to supervise the Zheng family and attend the Cui family's family meeting.
I still remember that during previous festivals, the original owner had never been invited to the Cui Mansion in the inner city.
In the entire Cui family, except for his wife, Xiaoyue, and Qingchuan Qiuzhao, almost no one thought highly of the original owner.
Even if I could appreciate it, I would just express gratitude for the original owner's courage to save people, or pay attention to his face...
This feeling...is really uncomfortable.
Now, the fact that Cui Mansion invited him as a guest probably has something to do with today's competition between him and Mr. Zhang.
Three days later, Madam will arrange for him to pass the customs.
time is a little tight.
at the moment.
Chen Yanjun's physical skills have reached their peak.
The increase in cultivation points has also reached a bottleneck.
I have nothing to do today except try to maximize my medical skills.
Especially the medical skills of self-first aid and life-saving.
Firstly, it was for safety when going to the Imperial College.
Secondly, it is for safety when crossing the border.
at the moment.
Chen Yanjun opened the point-adding panel as a routine and packed his belongings.
…
【Name】: Chen Yanjun
[Cultivation]: Mortal (99/100)
[Occupation]: Unqualified martial artist
[Status]: Extraordinary physique, full of blood and essence
【thing】:
Lingyu×81
Healing Pill×10
Qinghong Sword Modification×1 (original Xuanjie)
【Skill】:
Physical skills: 100/100 (reaching the pinnacle)
Cuju: 95/100 (proficient)
Poems: 63/100 (a small success)
Medical Skills: 49/100 (first glimpse into the door)
【Exercise】:
None (only for cultivation exercises)
…
Chen Yanjun glanced down.
Occupation, from an unqualified alchemist to an unqualified martial artist...probably related to max-level physical skills.
His condition has changed from frail and sickly to an extraordinary physique, with full blood and essence.
Chen Yanjun suspected that the broken panel was driving.
in the skills column.
Cuju, from a skill of 75, was automatically upgraded to a proficiency of 95. It can be seen that the original owner was completely dragged down by his physical condition, and his skills were comparable to those of later generations.
The poems and prose have not changed, and there are still 63 small achievements, which shows that the copywriter cannot add points.
Chen Yanjun may even feel a little ashamed.
Medical skills have not changed.
In the inventory.
The ten healing pills that Madam just gave can save a mortal from ten near-deaths, so they are enough for now.
The sword given by the princess is called Qinghong Sword...change?
What does change mean?
The original Xuanjie indicates that this is a modified sword.
Considering Princess Ping An's nature of tinkering with weapons, Chen Yanjun was sure that this was a modified sword.
The original grade is Xuan grade!
The Xianwu Tang Dynasty had a vast land and abundant resources, but most of the elixirs and magic weapons encountered by cultivators were ordinary goods that were not advanced to the highest level.
Only truly rare treasures will enter the level.
There are four levels of entry-level treasures:
sky.
land.
mysterious.
yellow.
Further up, there is something no one has ever seen——
Immortal treasure.
Generally speaking, low-level cultivators with cultivation levels of seven, eight or nine will have one or two natal yellow-level treasures.
A mid-level expert of the fourth, fifth, and sixth grades would probably have one or two Xuan-level treasures.
Earth-level treasures are usually only owned by high-level experts of the first, second and third levels.
As for heaven-level treasures, only the top few supreme powerhouses can possess and use them!
And fairy treasures are just legends.
A princess with only ninth-level cultivation actually took out a Xuan-level sword as a reward for her poems. This shows that Li Chan still has some status in the palace.
Chen Yanjun couldn't wait to take out the Qinghong Sword.
A strange smell of smoke came to my face...
After pulling out the exquisite red scabbard, I discovered that the sword body was not cyan as the name of the sword said, but black.
The sword is engraved with dense runes, the density is far higher than that of ordinary spiritual swords, and it is more complex than talismans.
The blade doesn't look very sharp either.
No matter which angle he looked at it from, Chen Yanjun didn't feel anything particularly extraordinary.
"Is this sword definitely a Xuanjie sword?"
After tinkering for a long time, sheathed the sword and finally saw a circle of imperceptible palm prints in the middle of the scabbard.
There was some blood stains on the palm prints, which were integrated with the red scabbard and were difficult to spot.
Recognize the Lord by shedding blood?
Is the blood on it the princess's blood?
However, the blood contract has been released, otherwise it would be completely absorbed and no blood stains would be visible.
Chen Yanjun used salt water to clean up the blood stains.
Then he bit his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood on it.
The blood seeped quickly along the palm prints and disappeared quickly, leaving no blood stains...
I held the scabbard again and felt a little warm.
Draw the sword again...
boom!
With a flash of spiritual smoke, the sheath at the hilt of the sword exploded, and an iron marble shot out.
Breaking the window grille, it shot into the trunk of the old locust tree in the backyard.
Chen Yanjun was drained of all his strength by the blow, and he knelt on the ground on one knee.
Breathless and wry smile...
It's actually an American Iai sword!
If you look carefully, the power of the bullet is directly related to the sword wielder's cultivation and spiritual power reserve.
To mortals, they are nothing but useless people.
If it wasn't a gift from the princess, he would definitely have to sell it for a good price.
For now, it can only be placed in the inventory.
Maybe it will be useful in the future?
That’s it for packing your bags.
…
Chen Yanjun felt dizzy, his kneeling posture was weak, and he was unable to get up again.
I glanced at the status bar: Extraordinary physique, but empty strength.
Practicing a sword is like practicing a sword.
Chen Yanjun did not waste the Healing Pill to quickly recover his physical strength. Instead, he dragged his vain body to the bookshelf to find a few first aid medical texts.
Lying on the couch, I started reading as hard as I could.
[Medical skill +1, progress 50/100]
[Medical skill +1, progress 51/100]
[Medical skill +1...]
Chen Yanjun just read it all day long.
When I woke up, the fish-white color was already showing in the east.
[Medical Skills: 77/100 (Excellent Skills)]
It’s going up pretty fast!
It shows that the original owner's medical skills are really just scratching the surface.
Chen Yanjun wondered if this guy was playing football every day in the Imperial College.
After getting up, washing up, and having some morning tea, Chen Yanjun packed a few lecture pharmacopeias in a cloth bag and went out as usual to the Imperial College.
When passing by Caoxing, the medicine boy at the medicine shop had not yet changed his shift at night, so he greeted him respectfully.
"Good morning, Mr. Chen!"
It's the first time.
"morning."
Chen Yanjun replied symbolically, stepped out of the threshold and guarding the house, and came to Nanxianfang Street.
The sky was dark, the dim lights were a mixture of white fish and early rosy clouds, and the traffic in the sky never stopped.