Both Chen Yanjun and Du Qiuzhuo's injuries were not serious.
After briefly explaining some information to the prison guard and the Fang Zheng of the ancient ferry, the two set foot on the flying spiritual beast Snow Owl and left Xianyang Ancient Ferry.
The Snow Owl is all white and its wings are more than one foot wide. It looks intimidating, but in fact it doesn't have much meat on its back for standing on.
Chen Yanjun admitted that standing on the back of the Snow Owl and flying hundreds of feet above Chang'an City... he was extremely scared.
Even so, he did not touch Du Qiuzhuo's body for the sake of stability, but used his extraordinary body balance to insist on standing all the way.
The only regret was that he could no longer overlook Chang'an and see the glory of the Xianwu Tang Dynasty.
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Before the revival of spiritual energy, the most prosperous market in Chang'an was the West Market in the inner city, followed by the East Market.
In ancient times, agriculture was emphasized and commerce was suppressed. The East and West Markets in Chang'an were opened at noon and closed in the evening, and curfews were imposed at night, which seriously suppressed the commercial scale of Chang'an City.
After the spiritual energy was revived, the curfew continued in the inner city, and an additional one was added: no flying.
There are no such restrictions in outer cities.
Therefore, Nanxianfang, formed by Zhuque Street in the inner city, passing through the Mingde Gate of Nankuo, and extending for ten miles south in the outer city, became the most lively market in the Xianwu Tang Dynasty.
Nanxianfang's customers come from practitioners from Chang'an, the entire Tang Dynasty, and even all over the world.
Cultivators can stay up all night, so most shops in Nanxianfang will be open all night.
In the Tang Dynasty, there was a saying that "the lights are shining at the fifth watch and you can't sleep, and you are just dreaming of being ten miles south".
"In the Xianwu era, she had a shop and a mansion in Nanxianfang. She was definitely a rich woman among rich women!"
Chen Yanjun sighed like this.
Land in Nanxianfang is at a premium, and the house prices or rents of shops along the street are far higher than those in the West Market or East Market in the inner city.
Du Wei Cao Xing is located in the west of Nanqili Nanxianfang. It is the herbal medicine shop run by Mrs. Cui.
Caoxing has a three-foot-long facade and three floors, which is the standard layout of Nanxianfang Xianpu.
Behind the grass row is Mrs. Cui's residence.
The mansion and the shop are only three feet wide, but twenty feet long, enough to cover an acre of land. In a place like Nanxianfang, where every inch of land is precious, it is rich enough.
There are clear ponds, rockeries, pavilions, bamboo forests, flower and herbal gardens...all available.
In addition, Mrs. Cui's grandfather, Cui Jianzheng, a third-level craftsman, personally concluded the third-level house protection formation.
My ex-husband was half a son-in-law, so the house was always called Cui House.
Cui Zhai is safe and hidden enough, which is why Chen Yanjun is eager to come back.
He needs to stay in his wife's mansion for a few days to study the supplements and health regimen.
The east gate of the mansion is connected to Du Weicao, and Chen Yanjun and Du Qiuzhao entered the house through the west gate.
"The young lady and the young master are back!"
The nuns and maids in pink and green uniforms hurried out to greet him.
Seeing Qiu Zhuo's school uniform stained with blood, Aunt Feng was so frightened that she lost her voice:
"Ah, why is the lady injured?"
Seeing that Chen Yanjun was also stained with blood, the maid Xiaoyue also felt pity for him, but she didn't dare to say anything because the young lady and her grandma were by her side.
Qiu Zhuo only said:
"It doesn't matter if it's a minor injury, where is my mother?"
Xiaoyue said hurriedly:
"Madam is in Cao Xing."
Aunt Feng is Qiu Zhuo's servant, and the maid Xiao Yue is Mrs. Cui's servant.
The young master Du Qingchuan's servant is the old housekeeper. The young master hangs out in Fireworks Alley all year round, and the housekeeper spends most of his time in Cao Xing helping to look after the shop.
Most of what the grass shop sells are spiritual herbs, and the old housekeeper is just a ninth-level martial artist with some knowledge of grass and trees. Occasionally, Mrs. Cui needs to come forward in person.
Saying this, Xiao Yue turned around and went to Cao Xing to find his wife.
Qiu Zhuo called her.
"You look at Mr. Chen, I'll go find my mother."
With that said, he walked through the mansion and went to Cao Xing.
Xiaoyue was happy, but couldn't say it directly.
"Then I'll go find the young master and come back."
Aunt Feng said:
"Generally Mr. Chen goes to find the young master. Where can you find him? The young lady said that it is not a big deal and there is no need to call the young master back."
Saying this, he took Xiaoyue with him to prepare soup and medicine for the young lady, just like a housekeeper.
Chen Yanjun walked through the front pavilion, living room, front yard garden and corridor guest rooms, then bypassed the magnificent central main house and arrived at the backyard.
The backyard is three feet square, and is only separated from the warehouse of the drug store by a pavilion.
The courtyard is a slightly deserted medicinal field, with an old locust tree planted in the middle and a clear pool in the corner.
Chen Yanjun was a little strange. Logically speaking, although the locust tree is rich and valuable, it can also easily attract yin energy. The ancients usually planted it in front of the door instead of in the yard, so this old locust tree looked very strange...
Fortunately, the scenery in the backyard is very good, the spring is warm, the insects and butterflies are flying, it is quite quiet, and there is no gloomy atmosphere.
Chen Yanjun lives in a wing room facing south in the backyard.
Although it is an ordinary guest room, it has been specially renovated to be as beautiful as the main building. Bamboos are planted in front of the door, and a rain pavilion is built next to it, which is equivalent to an air-conditioned room, making it convenient for studying and practicing in the summer.
Chen Yanjun opened the door and entered the house.
The house doesn't look big, but it separates the front hall, study room and bedroom.
Chen Yanjun went straight to the study.
The study room is small, the windows are bright and clean, and there are many Confucian classics and pharmacopoeias on the bookshelves.
I flipped through a pharmacopoeia.
"The Immortal Food Materia Medica" was written by Meng Shen, a disciple of Sun Simiao. It is one of the most basic elixir medicine manuals. It advocates that medicine and food come from the same source and seek effects while maintaining stability. It is a folk guide for ordinary people to maintain health and food.
Chen Yanjun only flipped through it for a moment before something moved on the panel.
[Medical skill +1, progress 49/100 (first glimpse of the door)]
Just reading through the basic pharmacopoeia can add points, which shows how mediocre the original owner's medical talent is.
Although in Chen Yanjun's opinion, medical skills are more important than poetry and Confucianism, his daily life in the Imperial College was to study medical books and add more when the time came.
Right now, someone is trying to harm him. Chen Yanjun has limited time, and there are two things he needs to practice most.
First, practice the art of nourishing Qi.
Combined with the elixir, add more points as soon as possible, and you will be promoted to the ninth level cultivator and officially embark on the path of cultivation.
Second, exercise your physical fitness, and it is best to practice some mortal skills for emergency self-defense.
The original owner actually didn't have any serious illness. The main reason was that he had a weak constitution, received salary without merit, and suffered from mediocre talent and was unable to enter the ranks. He had longed for and could not get it, which resulted in great mental stress and easy invasion of cold poison.
And because his appearance is too outstanding, he is often bullied and criticized by men, and pitied by women. He lacks rigidity.
"A hundred useless people are scholars."
Chen Yanjun shook his head and sighed.
If you want to do it, you have to be a scholar like Luan Yu!
With this thought in mind, I found two basic methods on the bookshelf that are most suitable for mortals to refine their bodies and their qi -
A "Commentary on Qi Nourishing Techniques".
A "Comprehensive Code of Military and Physical Techniques of Shence".
The two are the basis of martial arts practice in the Tang Dynasty.
Even the imperial examinations are required, and the ratio of poetry and Confucianism is half and half, so they cannot be neglected.
After entering the level of cultivation in the Tang Dynasty, there are nine levels in total.
Starting from the ninth level, the first level is the strongest, and then goes up to the realm of no rules, and after that, one will overcome the tribulation and become an immortal.
The rank of officials in the Xianwu Tang Dynasty is directly linked to their cultivation level, and their cultivation level must be at the same level as their official rank.
If you don't have a third-grade cultivation level, you won't be able to enter Fengge Luantai and become the prime minister.
It can be seen from this that no matter which world we are in, the end of the universe is Kaogong.
Just as he was about to turn the page, Chen Yanjun suddenly heard the front door creak open and close again.
Immediately afterwards, there was Dongdong’s knock on the door.
"Is the young master in the house?"
Madam's voice is always gentle and dignified, as clear as the moon. When I heard it today, I was even more excited.
However, Chen Yanjun still wasn't used to Mrs. Cui's peculiar habit of entering the house first and then knocking on the door from inside.
There's no point in locking it.
Chen Yanjun even suspected that Mrs. Cui deliberately let her horse fall into the water that night by the Wei River.
However, after getting along with each other for the past three years, Mrs. Cui has maintained her integrity and behaved with great restraint.
She seems to be claiming to be her future mother-in-law, and has not had any physical contact with the original owner beyond friendship.
Most of the time, the maid Xiao Yue would deliver messages and take care of the original owner, and she rarely met the original owner alone.
Today, Madam's voice is particularly gentle.
Chen Yanjun said calmly:
"Since Madam has already come in, there is no need to knock again in case others hear."
Snapped--
The medicine bowl in his hand fell to the ground, then tipped back into his hand.
The graceful woman was so frightened that she patted her breasts lightly, causing ripples of false alarm.