Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

Chapter 123 Shen Qingyi's Hatred (12)

[Alchemy experience +4] x66

【Name: Song Huaying】

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 1]

[Attribute: The grace of dripping water, the spring will repay each other]

[Emotion: 4 stars (5201/12500)]

In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was still light, Chen An sat up from the bed, and his eyes fell on the prompt information and attribute panel in front of him.

It immediately increased by 264 points of experience.

This is too efficient.

If it was placed on the first day, he would be able to break through from a first-level junior alchemist to a first-level intermediate alchemist that day.

The upgrade speed is greatly improved.

At the same time, behind the column of Xiaojiao's wife's cultivation level, there is no longer the word "none" as before.

Instead, it became a layer of Qi Refining.

The most important thing is that Xiaojiao's wife doesn't need to practice at all, she can directly absorb wood attribute aura from the air, refine it into spiritual energy and store it in her body, which is stronger than many monks.

This flower god bloodline is truly powerful.

Just recovering a little bit can transform a mortal into stronger than ordinary monks.

Chen An thought to himself, and his eyes quickly fell on the bottom emotional attribute column.

Already 5201.

The progress bar is almost halfway through.

Far more than the other three wives and concubines.

"Ying'er is really my source of blessing."

Chen An looked at Song Huaying who was sleeping soundly in his arms, his eyes were full of love.

It's almost time to see you.

He got up, dressed and got out of bed, and went to the alchemy room to make alchemy to make money.

This practice, a whole morning passed.

Even dinner is over.

During this period, no wives and concubines came to ask him to eat.

Some time ago, he told his wife and concubine that when he was refining alchemy, he should try not to disturb him if he had nothing to do.

There is no need to come and shout about eating.

Since achieving Foundation Establishment, his need for food has been greatly reduced, and he no longer needs three meals a day.

Most of the time, the reason for eating at the table is simply to take care of Gu Xinyue's feelings.

blink of an eye.

Another hour passed.

Chen An felt that the practice was almost done.

Just push the door out.

I plan to go to the room to find a wife and concubine to practice.

As soon as he went out, he met his eldest daughter Chen Yuejian walking in from the outside yard.

As soon as Chen Yue saw her father, she ran towards him immediately, hugged his thigh with her arms, raised her face slightly and said with a smile:

"Daddy, I have just finished practicing drawing qi into the body, will you play with me?"

"Okay, Daddy will play with you."

Chen An lovingly stroked the head of the eldest daughter, watching her grow to the height of his own waist, he couldn't help feeling how time flies.

The eldest daughter looked like a little one before, as if it was just yesterday.

And now, it's almost waist high.

I wish time would pass more slowly.

The daughter can grow up slowly.

It has always been my little padded jacket.

Chen An thought a little sadly, and was soon taken by the eldest daughter to the outside yard.

"Daddy, I want Yujian to fly!"

Chen Yuejian's eyes were bright, and she looked at Chen An with a pair of lovely big Kazilan eyes, her face was full of excitement and anticipation.

Chen An smiled, thinking that the eldest daughter really likes Yujian flying.

No matter how you fly, you will never get tired of flying.

I wish I could float in the sky at twelve o'clock a day.

I don't know if there is a trace of bird blood sleeping in the body.

For example, Phoenix, Golden Crow and so on.

"Come on, come up and hug Daddy's leg."

With a thought, Chen An took out the Feizhou sword, stepped on it first, and then asked the eldest daughter to come up by herself.

Although Chen Yuejian is only three years old now, but her physical fitness is not weaker than that of children over ten years old, she jumped onto the Feizhou Sword with ease, and skillfully opened her arms to hug her father's thigh.

And this extraordinary physical fitness is brought about by her unremitting practice of drawing qi into the body on weekdays.

Seeing the eldest daughter standing still, Chen An quickly took her into the sky.

During the flight, Chen Yue saw a curious baby and asked many questions.

"Daddy, when will I be able to fly by myself with a sword?"

"Xiaoyue is so smart, as long as she grows up and practice more, she will soon learn to fly with a sword."

"When did you grow up?"

"It's about the same age as your mother is now, about twenty years old."

"Father, why can't mother fly with a sword?"

"Because my mother has been taking care of you and has no time to learn how to fly with the sword, so I won't."

"ah?"

Seeing the change in her little face, Chen Yue said with guilt: "My mother is so pitiful. When I grow up and learn to fly with a sword, I will take my mother to fly every day."

Chen An smiled and said: "My Xiaoyue is really filial. When Daddy gets old and can't fly anymore, I will let you take Daddy to fly."

"Okay, okay, when the time comes, pick up Niangqin, pick up Gu Niang, pick up Wen Niang, and pick up Sister Shen too!"

Chen Yuejian said with longing.

Mo about two quarters of an hour later.

Edgeworth's flight is over.

Chen Yuejian stayed in the yard to practice drawing air into the body.

Chen An went back to the house.

He walked to Wen Zhiyun's room door and stopped, and asked softly, "Yun'er, can you come in for your husband?"

"Well, come in."

Wen Zhiyun's lazy voice came from the room, as if she had just woken up.

Chen An pushed open the door and walked in, and saw Wen Zhiyun sitting beside the bed feeding her daughter.

He walked to the side and sat down, his eyes fell on his daughter.

Then, the whole person was suddenly surprised.

what's the situation? !

This is my second daughter?

Wasn't it only a little bit old yesterday?

How did it grow bigger after one night?

Looking at the second daughter in Wen Zhiyun's arms, Chen An was shocked.

Wen Zhiyun knew he was shocked, because she herself was also shocked when she woke up this morning, but now she just gave him a habitual look, and said with a sullen expression:

"What's all the fuss about, your own daughter, don't you know?"

"Special physique, born with strong blood, doesn't it grow so fast?"

Chen An was still in disbelief and said, "But it's growing too fast, right?"

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger for the second daughter to hold, wanting to see how strong the second daughter is.

In the next moment, a force that was several times more tyrannical than the eldest daughter Chen Yuejian immediately came from the finger.

The strength is very huge!

Chen An was extremely shocked, he was so powerful just after he was born, how can he still have it when he grows up?

Not to mention growing up, I'm afraid it will be against the sky at the age of three or four.

At that time, he would directly punch his mother, kick his father, and punch a child.

"Residents of South Lane!"

"Come out!"

"I have something important to announce to you!"

Suddenly, there was an announcement from a high-level official in the lane outside the house.

Hearing the sound, Chen An said to Wen Zhiyun:

"I'll go out and have a look."

"Well, come back soon."

Wen Zhiyun's voice softened a lot, without the harshness just now.

Chen An kissed her on the cheek, turned around and left the room.

When passing the hall, he saw Shen Qingyi also walking out of the house.

So, the two of them walked out to the alleyway together to see what the executive wanted to tell.

Come outside.

Both sides of the laneway were full of residents.

The senior officer stood in the middle of the alleyway. Seeing that the residents had almost come out, he used his spiritual power to announce loudly:

"Chief of the Red Fire Sect, Zhou Tianyi, Chief of Zhou!"

"Start attacking the middle stage of the golden core today!"

"Once it succeeds, the law and order in Baicao Lane will rise to a higher level, and then you will all be able to enjoy the blessings!"

Residents, you look at me and I look at you, and they all think this is a good thing.

Until the next moment, the senior officer spoke again:

"From the Great Perfection in the early stage of Golden Core to the middle stage of Golden Core, a lot of resources will be consumed!"

"Therefore, from next month, the shelter fee for the residents of Baicao Lane will increase from 2 middle-grade spirit stones per month to 3 middle-grade spirit stones per month!"

"I hope everyone knows!"

As soon as this remark came out, the residents of the entire South Alley exploded.

At a glance, it was full of wailing and anger with soaring blood pressure.

"Damn it, the Chihuo gang is too bullying. The asylum fee was supposed to be fine, but now it's going to go up. Do you want people to live!"

"That's right! We used to live well in Baicao Lane, why did the Red Fire Gang disturb our life!"

"Since the Red Fire Gang won't let us live, then everyone should stop living!"

As he said that, many residents rushed out to vent their dissatisfaction by beating the senior executives.

However, how can the gap between the Qi refining period and the foundation building period be bridged by quantity?

Before these residents in the refining period had time to get close to the executive, they were blown away by the spiritual pressure released by the executive in the next moment, and fell to the ground in a mess, screaming in pain.

"Heh, a bunch of trash."

The executive scolded disdainfully, and then shouted loudly: "Those who can't pay the asylum fee next month will come to me to work as coolies in the Samadhi Building, otherwise they will be kicked out of Baicao Lane!"

The residents dared not speak out.

Seeing that the residents were not happy with him, but they looked helpless, the executive felt a burst of relief.

He walked to the spiritual fruit stand in front, came to the widow, held her smooth and tender hands, and said while touching, "Madam proprietress, I know that you are a lonely woman living a difficult life. From now on, you will take good care of me, and I will help you pay the protection fee, how about it?"

The widow was unwilling, but she didn't dare to refuse. The slap she received in front of the house last time left a lot of psychological shadow on her.

I was afraid that if I refused now, I would be beaten by the senior management later.

At this moment, a male cultivator in the crowd who had a crush on the widow couldn't stand it anymore, and stood up and accused:

"Gao Xiaowen, you were also a resident of Nanxiang back then, but now that you have established a foundation and joined the Chihuo Gang, you are bullying your neighbors in turn. Are you still a human being?!"

"conscience?"

The executive raised his eyebrows, looked at the male cultivator with a smile on his face and asked, "I was able to achieve foundation establishment, it all depends on my own hard work, does it have anything to do with you?"

"Because I was ugly, I was often ridiculed in this Baicao Lane. Now you still have the face to criticize me?"

"People like you should die."

After the words fell, the senior officer casually rubbed out a ball of pitch-black flames and threw it at the male cultivator.

Then, with a burst of heart-piercing shouts, the male cultivator, who was still accusing the senior officials just now, quickly turned into wreckage on the ground, dying beyond death.

Seeing this scene in front of them, the other residents of Nanxiang were frightened into a cold sweat.

Everyone was silent.

Dare not speak out again.

This high-ranking official, who said he would kill someone, killed them, and they were all afraid.

The executive ignored the surrounding residents, turned his head to look at the widow and said, "Miss Boss, what do you think of my proposal just now?"

"me……"

The widow was struggling in her heart, and wanted to obey this high-ranking official, but she really couldn't accept his ugly face that made people want to vomit.

Just when the widow was about to grit her teeth and agree, the executive kicked her away with a "bang" and said ruthlessly, "Since you are so reluctant, then get out."

After finishing speaking, the senior executive turned and walked towards a room in front.

He saw a familiar face in front of the door of that house, it was a nun he liked in the South Alley back then.

This nun is now a married woman, standing in front of the door with her husband, silently watching what happened in the alleyway.

Seeing the senior executive walking towards his house, the expressions of the husband and wife changed slightly.

Soon, the senior officer stopped in front of the female cultivator, smiled harmlessly and said, "Young Daoist Wang, I didn't expect you to still live in South Alley, do you remember me?"

"Remember...remember."

The female cultivator stuttered and was very nervous and scared.

Looking at the white moonlight in front of his eyes, the executive didn't talk nonsense, and said straight to the point: "Fellow Daoist Wang, from now on, you will come to the Samadhi Tower to look for me five times a month, and I will pay for your family's protection fee."

The nun trembled her lips and refused, "No, no, my family can afford it..."

When the husband at the side heard this, he immediately gave the female cultivator a hard look, then looked at the senior officer with a smile on his face and said, "Thank you senior manager, thank you senior manager, don't worry, senior manager, as long as you need it in the future, I will clean her up and send her to the Sanmai Building to serve you well!"

As a talisman maker, he doesn't lack the protection fee of 3 middle-grade spirit stones this month.

But when he thought of the scene where the senior officials killed without batting an eye just now, he felt terrified, for fear that he would follow in the footsteps of that fellow daoist who turned into wreckage.

"That's right, you're very discerning. Clean up your wife and send her to Sanmai Tower tonight, and you won't have to pay the asylum fee next month."

After finishing speaking, the executive smiled and patted the talisman maker on the shoulder, then turned around and flew away with his sword.

After the senior executive flew away, the female cultivator said reluctantly: "Husband, I don't want to accompany that..."

"……Snapped!"

Before the nun could finish her sentence, she was slapped severely by her husband.

The husband, who is a talisman maker, glared at her and said, "What's the matter with playing with him for a few days a month? You have to annoy him and want me to be buried with you! See that pile of wreckage on the ground? You want me to be like that too?!"

The female cultivator looked at the pile of wreckage on the ground, her face was full of despair, and she was forced to accept the fact that she would be played by senior officials in the future.

Seeing this scene, many residents couldn't help but lamented aloud.

"Hey, I don't know what to do with three middle-grade spirit stones per month."

"These bastards of the Chihuo Gang are really not human. They just think about how to squeeze us low-level casual cultivators dry all day long. If they continue like this, they won't be able to survive."

"Come and deal with the pile of wreckage on the ground, dig a hole and bury it, and then erect a monument."

"I don't know where the masked woman is. When she was there before, these beasts of the Scarlet Fire Gang could have some scruples."

"Now... oh, it's too difficult."

At this moment, the residents on both sides of the alleyway were talking about the masked heroine some time ago, and they missed this heroine who drew her sword to help when the road was injustice.

Unfortunately, the heroine has disappeared now.

House No. 8, South Lane, in front of the door.

Chen An looked at the beautiful beauty Xiu who was full of despair in front of him, and couldn't help but shook his head, thinking that this world is really a cold world.

Then, he looked at Shen Qingyi at the side, and said in a calm voice, "Fellow Daoist Shen, let's go, let's go back to the house."

Shen Qingyi didn't say a word, she looked up at the direction where the senior executive just flew away, her right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword at her waist, so that the veins on the back of her hand bulged, and the hilt became deformed.

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