In the main hall, almost everyone smelled the aroma of wine first, then heard the sound, and finally saw the figure.
Even Cui Wanjun himself was too focused on putting pressure on Chen Yanjun and did not find out in advance.
This feeling is very strange.
It was as if a dark shadow suddenly appeared, and it seemed as if it had been standing beside Cui Wanjun and had just revealed its true form.
Except for one person.
It was Chen Yanjun who was calmed down by Master Jianzheng's momentum and still looked up at the hall.
Without the help of this aura, Chen Yanjun, a mortal, would really not be able to see.
Just like when he was in the Pharmacopoeia of Danlin Academy before, he didn't find that Dr. Tan had also entered the third realm of nourishing qi.
Only by relying on Master Jianzheng's spiritual pressure or aura, he could vaguely perceive the shadow of the mountain.
The question is, why can we vaguely see the shadow of the mountain on the beam?
Unlike his Wuzhi Mountain, the shadow of Liangshang Mountain seems to be a fairy mountain with one pillar reaching into the sky and reaching into the clouds.
Chen Yanjun now understood that there was actually a strong man hiding in Liang Shang who had entered the third level of Qi Yang like him.
Even if he noticed the movement of the mountain shadow in advance, Chen Yanjun's gaze could not keep up with the speed of the black shadow falling.
It looks like it's floating, but it's actually the same as teleporting.
Among the Cui family members, including Master Jianzheng, General Cui Xuanyue and Assistant Cui Qingru, there is only one strong person who has advanced to the third level of Qi Yang.
In the Cui family, there is only one woman who is not stingy and dares to call Mr. Cui Jianzheng...
Seeing that Aunt Ye, whom she had longed for, arrived, Qiu Zhuo's eyes brightened, and she stared at the black shadow in confusion.
His expression was like the autumn wind blowing on his face, seeing a dragon in the sky and fallen leaves drifting into the spring pool of still water.
Chen Yanjun just brushed his eyes.
The woman seemed to be in her thirties, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a slightly tipsy face, and moonlight white and red.
He is very tall, wearing a finely tailored black men's robe, with the Tiger Talisman of the Prison Suppressor embroidered on the middle chest, a wide red caltrop tied around his waist, and a mortal sword and a high-quality Ziyun Mountain wine flask. He has a rather dashing appearance.
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She combed her hair, but did not tie her hair in a bun. Instead, she tied her hair into a short ponytail at the back of her head.
Chen Yanjun really didn't expect that he actually saw a single ponytail on a Tang Dynasty woman.
Everyone knows that no matter what his level of cultivation, Murong Ye is very strong.
But she doesn't give people the impression of being strong, and her figure only maintains the simplest martial arts posture.
His eyes are dull and his appearance is as fresh as spring, which always gives people a sense of ease and ease.
It was because of this manly freedom and the indifference of sword intent in his eyes that Chen Yanjun almost ignored her appearance.
If you look carefully, she is no worse than Madam!
It's just that his sharp facial features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes are more like a man's handsomeness, and can even compete with him.
Especially those eyes that looked slightly chaotic due to the dense sword energy. Through the sword energy, one could actually see a picture of a fairy that transcended the mortal world.
At the same time, because she was wearing a men's black prison robe, the beauty of her figure was concealed.
If you look carefully, you can see that the slender and graceful figure in the strong robe outlines the heroic outline.
Not as majestic as Madam, but definitely extraordinary!
Chen Yanjun thought to himself, no wonder Qiu Zhuo is so obsessed with his aunt... Isn't this the female version of himself?
Ahem.
When Cui Wanjun saw Murong Ye coming, he suddenly became easy-going, even though her aura was wiped out by her.
"Ye, you attack grandpa in public like this. Grandpa is very embarrassed."
In the past, Cui Wanjun called Murong Ye Cui Ye. After being beaten, he had to change his name. However, he did not want to call Murong by his surname, so he only called him by his single name Ye.
Murong Ye waved his hand, yawned, took the wine bottle from the hilt of his sword, raised his head and took a sip, and glanced at Chen Yanjun from the corner of his eye.
"It's better than losing to outsiders because of your age, right?"
At this moment, Murong Ye's parents were also present.
Cui Xiaoru was eating melon seeds as if there was no one around, and Murong Yuan was playing at Mihu Lake, mentally reviewing yesterday's chess game with Lord Jijiu.
When they saw their daughter, whom they had not seen for a long time, come out, the two elders did not say hello. If something happened when they said hello, they would blame the parents for not being able to discipline the child.
When Mrs. Cui saw Murong Ye coming, she shook her head, sighed, and left the main hall without saying a word with the support of Butler Feng.
If she couldn't control it, she would leave. Forcing her to stay here would undermine her majesty.
As soon as the old lady left, the eldest lady spoke on her behalf, complaining in public about this junior Murong Ye.
"Xiaoye, how can you speak for outsiders?"
Murong Ye only glanced at Chen Yanjun and then withdrew the sword energy in his eyes.
"This new brother-in-law is a little less talented, but he has entered the third realm of nourishing qi with the equal endowment of the five elements. His foundation may be more stable than mine."
"The old man is so powerful that he can only bully my father. I guess you didn't even notice me sleeping on the beam. This kid saw me three times."
"I guess my brother-in-law has hidden a lot of superb energy. He hasn't taken it out yet and is preparing to deal with you, an old man!"
"Do you still think you can win by cheating?"
There was silence in the main hall, and everyone stared at Chen Yanjun in astonishment.
Although the Cui family didn't like the free-spirited Murong Ye, no one questioned her judgment.
Chen Yanjun shook his head and sighed, his trump card was exposed before he was revealed.
This time traveler seems to have no sense of participation.
at the same time.
After hearing Murong Ye's words, Cui Qian'an, who was standing in the crowd with a blank look on his face, finally let go of the burden of humiliation and suddenly felt relieved.
"It turns out that even Grandpa can't win..."
Cui Wanjun also fell silent. After all, he was just a craftsman. He could see that Chen Yanjun had succeeded in cleansing the marrow, but he did not see that he had a superb level of energy.
From this point of view, Murong Ye's sudden appearance did help him and the family out of trouble.
"Now there are wolves around, and my Cui family is in decline. If you can't replenish fresh blood in time, your burden will be heavy, Ye."
Murong Ye tilted his head and said with a smile:
"When did you have the illusion that my burden is not heavy?"
"If I hadn't come here in advance to help you keep an eye on you, not only would you have made a fool of yourself in public, but you would have also lost your lovely sister Yourong and your little niece Qiuzhuo... I'm too tired."
Cui Wanjun asked:
"Then why don't you compete with him directly?"
Murong Ye thought to himself, if he loses the competition, how will he be his boss in the future?
Right now, there was a matter related to the poison, and she urgently needed Chen Yanjun's help.
"Even if we win, what's the use? Forcibly marrying someone into the Cui Mansion. After a few years, my brother-in-law will be stronger than my grandpa. The Cui family might want to change their surname to Chen...or maybe Murong."
Cui Wanjun had a straight face.
"The Cui family has lasted for thousands of years and more than ten dynasties...the word Murong is not loud enough."
Murong Ye shrugged and said:
"What era has it been? We are still striving for power and profit. The army of alien beasts is coming soon. All tens of millions of people in Chang'an will die. It doesn't matter what your last name is. It would be better to dig some basements as soon as possible."
Cui Wanjun frowned.
"Who did you listen to?"
"My guess."
Chen Yanjun's heart tightened. Could it be that Murong Ye also saw a similar illusion of demonic energy?
Or is it that the Prison Department has solid evidence?
Looking up and taking a sip of the wine, Murong Ye suggested:
"In my opinion, it's better to shelve this small matter of getting married. Every year in the future will go ten times faster than the previous year, and plans can't keep up with the changes."
Everyone in the hall didn't know what was going on and was at a loss.
Only Chen Yanjun vaguely heard what she meant.
"By the way, I suddenly remembered something. I don't seem to be here to attend any family meeting today."
Saying this, Murong Ye raised his hand and blew a melodious whistle, summoning the horse and running straight to the main hall.
The Cui family members did not dare to be angry or speak out, so they had no choice but to make way for the white horse.
Murong Ye suddenly asked Chen Yanjun:
"The Prison Suppressor just caught the headless Gu. I heard that the person who beheaded him was Qiu Zhuo. The other person who was beheaded seemed to be named Chen Yanjun. Is that you?"
Isn't this asking questions knowingly... Chen Yanjun didn't like her, so he said righteously:
"It's not me. I used my extraordinary talent to divert Gu Biao's attention and create conditions for Qiuzao to counterattack. What the hell is that?"
"It's just you!"
Murong Ye casually pulled Chen Yanjun and Qiu Zhuo onto the horse and sat behind the saddle.
"Sister, you don't mind if I borrow my brother-in-law, right?"
Cui Yourong shook her head. She had never been able to do anything with her sister.
"If I say you mind, will you let him down?"
"Of course not, I want to make my sister happy!"
With a smile on his lips, Murong Ye jumped on his horse and left the Cui Mansion on horseback under the astonished eyes of everyone.