Chapter 0035 Ask Chen Gongzi to save my son's life
Before Supervisor Cui arrived, a mountain-like spiritual pressure spread out in the main hall of Gaokuang.
But it doesn't make people feel surrendered, but gives people a mountain-like reliance, like a whirling feeling like a giant hand, protecting hundreds of descendants of the Cui family.
This feeling makes people feel like spring.
However.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Chen Yanjun sensed the place where the spiritual pressure was difficult to reach in this swaying spiritual pressure.
I vaguely saw the shadow of the mountain in my mind.
The location is at the top.
He raised his head and looked towards the beam.
Nothing...
strangeness.
Beside, the lady asked softly.
"What's wrong?"
I have to say that Madam has a broad mind and her soft voice is so gentle...
"nothing."
The lady comforted her again:
"Although grandpa looks fierce, he loves me the most. You don't have to be nervous."
"Um."
Chen Yanjun also wanted to be nervous, but he seemed to have really lost this feeling.
If there was less tension that night in the sex room, half the fun would be gone... I have to find a way to get it back!
at the moment.
The old lady was sitting in the high hall.
Cui Jianzheng was already standing next to the old lady.
In the memory of the original owner, I heard that he was a mighty man who feared nothing except his wife.
When I saw Chen Yanjun today, it was as expected.
This is an old man wearing a purple brocade robe. He has black beard and hair. He has a dignified appearance. He is very strong and tall. His eyes are sharp and he has the potential to fire thousands of arrows.
However, it seems that Master Jianzheng did not notice anything unusual in the hall.
Chen Yanjun was a little suspicious...could it be his own illusion?
In the reverberation of Master Jianzheng's spiritual pressure, he could clearly detect the faint shadow of the mountain.
Back to the present.
Because Mrs. Cui had communicated her feelings with her descendants in advance, Master Jianzheng no longer had to be polite.
Chen Yanjun guessed that as a senior otaku studying engineering, Master Jianzheng was probably afraid of admitting the wrong offspring, which would be quite embarrassing.
Everyone bowed and bowed.
"Master is in good health!"
"I'm very healthy. You just need to be less angry."
Cui Wanjun stood with his left hand behind his back and waved his right hand towards everyone.
"We are all one family, no gifts required."
Immediately, he glanced around the crowd.
"Besides Ye...is there anyone else who hasn't come?"
The third son, Cui Qingru, stepped forward and said:
"Cui Da didn't arrive due to a sudden attack of malaria."
Cui Wanjun frowned, who is Cui Da?
Even Chen Yanjun knew that Cui Da was Cui Qingru's eldest son, a sixth-grade Zen master, a meat-and-wine monk, and he ate everything, especially game. It was not a surprise that he got malaria...
The scene was awkward for a moment, and Cui Wanjun didn't ask in detail, stroking his beard and saying:
"How can a cultivator get malaria? Send someone to carry him over, and I will help him take a look."
Cui Qingru:
"yes."
Cui Wanjun didn't wait any longer, the family meeting started immediately.
"Today, I have invited everyone to come together for a few small things."
"A lot of things have happened recently, and everyone must be aware of them."
"We, the Arms Supervisor, provide basic weapons for the major imperial armies and city garrison armies. All forces want to share your Majesty's worries and contribute to the Tang Dynasty's arms cause. I guess there will be more things to do in the future."
"Right now, there are many people in Chang'an City who want to get hold of the Cui family and ask your Majesty to punish me, so that the weapons supervisor can change ownership."
At this point, there was a complete silence in the hall.
Cui Wanjun raised his voice.
"From today on, members of the Chang'an Cui family are not allowed to have any contact with the Boling Cui family and the Qinghe Cui family who have taken refuge in the feudal town."
"I, the Cui family, are not allowed to argue with outsiders in Chang'an City. If you are bullied, no matter who the other party is, you must report it to the family, and I will help you handle it properly."
"Also, for the time being, we must keep a certain distance from Jingzhao Mansion, the Prison Secretary and the Crown Prince, and don't get too close, but there is no need to offend anyone."
Chen Yanjun vaguely heard his subtext:
You can get close to Eunuch Qiu.
In fact, for Qiu Zhuo to marry Mr. Zhang is to get close to Mr. Qiu indirectly. The word indirect is very important.
Unfortunately, Princess Ping An Li Chan went to cause trouble, probably on behalf of the emperor, and did not want the Cui family to fall to Eunuch Qiu so easily.
Chen Yanjun guessed that in the future, the emperor might propose marriage to the prince and Qiu Zhuo.
It seems that Emperor Tianshun has not yet completely recovered.
At present, the situation in Chang'an is very complicated.
In addition to controlling the 50,000 Shence Army, Eunuch Qiu also indirectly controlled nearly half of the city's garrison army.
In addition to Eunuch Qiu's own first-level cultivation, there are also several second-level powerhouses and dozens of third-level powerhouses.
If the influence of Tianyuan Palace is not taken into account, it will take other forces to bring down Eunuch Qiu.
However, the other forces all have their own agendas, and it is difficult to gather them together and twist them into a single rope.
Jing Zhaoyin is secretly gathering strength in the outer city.
The duties of the Prison Control Department are limited to investigating evil cases.
The prince never leaves Xingqing Palace all year round, so the East Palace is too low-key.
The Imperial College is only responsible for education and does not care about political affairs.
Tianyuan Palace and Si Tianjian don't care about human affairs.
It can be seen that the ownership of the weapons supervisor is really a big deal!
"Finally, one more thing."
Cui Wanjun's words were sonorous and thunderous.
"The marriage between Young Master Zhang and Qiu Zhuo fell apart due to the sudden arrival of Princess Ping'an."
"And another story I heard is that there was a Master Chen from the Danlin Academy of the Imperial Academy who had always been in love with Yourong. As a mortal, he defeated the Zhang family, a ninth-grade Confucian master, in a competition of literature, Taoism and martial arts.
Young Master."
"This Mr. Chen's name is Chen Yanjun, and he happens to be here today."
When Chen Yanjun heard his name being mentioned, he quickly stepped forward and saluted Lord Jianzheng.
"Imperial Master Chen Yanjun has met Mr. Jian Zheng."
At this time, there were gradually different voices in the crowd.
"Why are you wearing the school uniform of Danlin Academy on such an important day?"
"So handsome, but he looks haggard. Could it be that last night..."
"I heard that the name of Mr. Chen's poem is widely circulated in Huayan Pavilion of Nanxianfang."
"I don't believe it, unless Mr. Chen composes a song on the spot."
Chen Yanjun felt that someone was deliberately making things difficult for him behind his back, or provoking him to show his true abilities.
However, he was tired of copying poems, and now he couldn't make money by copying poems. It was just to earn face, so why bother?
His face is already handsome enough.
Then he gave everyone a little clasp of fists.
"Chen's poetry is shallow and laughable. You must have copied it."
Another woman in the crowd said:
"Since you are enamored with Yourong, why would you compete with Mr. Zhang's marriage proposal?"
"Could it be that your poem was arranged by Princess Ping An in advance?"
"Right now, we just want to make sure you are worthy of Yourong!"
Chen Yanjun thought to himself that he could not support his wife, children and family just by relying on poetry.
"As long as Rong is interested, Chen will feel that he is worthy and does not care what others think."
Cui Wanjun and the old lady both frowned and said nothing.
The tone in the crowd gradually became less friendly.
"You mean just relying on one face, right?"
"Where is Wen Tao's military strategy?"
Chen Yanjun looked modest and talked with the women:
"If literature is not incorporated into Confucianism and Taoism, it is of no use, and military strategy is not worth mentioning in front of all advanced cultivators."
At this time, a woman with noble makeup and a cold temperament walked out of the crowd.
She is Cui Qian'an's mother and eldest son.
"Wu Lue, I won't embarrass you. You can compose a poem in class. You can compose a poem with the same theme as climbing a building. There is no limit to the rules. Even just a few sentences are enough, so that you can have a look at the future uncle's life.
Poetics.”
Chen Yanjun really doesn’t want to be a copywriter anymore.
What's more, it's not easy to succeed in propositional writing.
Copying poetry can't save the Tang Dynasty. There is no essential difference between poetry and his face. They are all about entertaining others. There is no need to pretend to be cool.
Unless you have some insights and add some poetry...
The purpose of the Cui family today is probably to fulfill his and his wife's affairs and not let Qiu Zhuo go.
Ask him to compose a poem, probably as a subtitle.
But he didn't want to score points, so he respectfully said to the eldest lady:
"The last poem I wrote was just some insights from Chen's spiritual practice. Now, Chen has already nourished his energy and cleansed his marrow, and will no longer compose poems (for free)."
The eldest lady's posture is elegant, but her words are hidden and merciless.
"Speak out of what you feel, and don't act for others when you don't have feelings. Mr. Chen is really noble."
"If you think about it carefully, sister Yourong and niece Qiuzhuo are not like this."
Cui Yourong, Qingchuan, Qiu Zhuo... all three of them had serious faces and said nothing.
Chen Yanjun could tell that the eldest lady's words were all about Mrs. Cui getting benefits from the Cui family, but she was unwilling to sacrifice her grievances to repay the family.
At this moment!
Outside the hall door, a rapid, slightly tearful shout came into the hall——
"It's not good, the eldest young master is dying!"
"Help!"
Everyone was shocked, which young master?
When I went out, I saw a flying chariot falling into the front garden.
Sitting on the chariot, a monk sat cross-legged.
His strong body was shaking constantly, his shiny bald head was covered with sweat particles, and his six ring scars had shifted, changing color from green to black.
The face is no longer human, it is twisted into a sarcoma.
His eyes were about to fall out of his mouth, and the Sanskrit sounds in his mouth were of varying severity, and his teeth were clenched and twisted, making it difficult to describe.
His mind was completely insane, and if he hadn't used Zen techniques to forcibly calm his soul before going crazy, his physical body would have collapsed.
Chen Yanjun's heart tightened.
Isn't this exactly the symptom after Fan Yu was poisoned?
Could it be that the poison is contagious and has already spread?
And the higher the cultivation level, the faster the attack?
Looking at his distorted appearance, Chen Yanjun guessed that this person was Cui Qingru's eldest son, Cui Da, a sixth-grade Zen master. He was a monk who never tabooed food and drink.
Could it be that he ate poison?
Everyone in the Cui family was shocked. No one had ever seen such a strange disease, but their Dantian was intact.
The third lady was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground on the spot.
Cui Qingru quickly mobilized his energy, uttered Confucianism, dissolved the Qing Qi into his body, and removed the turbidity for his eldest son...
But it has no effect!
Mr. Jian Zheng also frowned and frowned. He had never seen such a strange disease before.
It is clear that his Dantian is intact and is even evolving towards a more perfect golden elixir, but his body and mind are close to collapse.
Cui Jianzheng could feel that Cui Da's condition was deteriorating rapidly. If he didn't do something, Banzhuxiang's wife would never come back.
He used his power carefully and tried to seal his spiritual and blood veins with magic seals.
Seeing Cui Jianzheng's hand hanging in the air, Chen Yanjun asked tentatively:
"Is Lord Jianzheng prepared to seal Master Cui's bloodline and spiritual veins?"
Cui Jianzheng was slightly startled and then realized that Chen Yanjun was still a student of Danlin Academy.
"Do you have any other ideas?"
Chen Yanjun already had a plan in mind and said calmly:
"Chan Master Cui must have been poisoned by some kind of poison. The core of its effect is the soul. It blocks the Dantian and blood vessels. The brain is deprived of spirit and blood, and the Zen method is loosened, which will lead to faster collapse."
"you……"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, staring at Chen Yanjun with complicated expressions and speechless.
Cui Qingru looked startled, and suddenly remembered his previous conversation with Chen Yanjun: After a few days of entering the first grade, the disciple will first complete his medical skills...
Completed in a few days!
His son was in danger. Cui Qingru was shocked and bent down towards Chen Yanjun.