Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

When Chen An came to the front yard in a hurry, Gu Xinyue was in a hurry to treat Wen Zhiyun's injury with pills and stop the bleeding on her chest.

Wen Zhiyun was seriously injured, there was a deep wound near the chest.

It was a knife wound from a machete.

Bleeding continuously.

There is no doubt that Wen Zhiyun was hacked by the monks of Black Iron Villa on the battlefield.

Chen An didn't say anything, stepped forward and picked her up from the ground, and hurried to the alchemy room to take Xiaohuandan to heal her wounds and treat her wounds.

The wives and concubines quickly followed up to help.

As soon as he entered the alchemy room, Chen An immediately took Xiao Huan Dan and stuffed it into Wen Zhiyun's mouth.

Wen Zhiyun fell into a coma, unable to swallow.

But fortunately, Xiao Huan Dan is a second-order elixir, which can melt in the mouth, and it will turn into strands of warm current and pour into the body to heal the internal and external injuries of the injured.

Under the nourishment of Xiao Huan Dan, the wound on Wen Zhiyun's chest no longer bleeds, and her pale cheeks are recovering blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ying'er, get me a damp cloth soaked in warm water."

"Yue'er, help me get that bottle of healing pill from the cabinet in the corner."

"..."

While doing emergency treatment for Wen Zhiyun's wound, Chen An directed the wives and concubines to help.

Under the movement of several people walking back and forth, Wen Zhiyun gradually regained some consciousness.

She saw Chen An who was carefully helping her with the wound in front of her, and Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue who looked worried on both sides, and she was very glad that she was still alive.

"Sister Wen, are you feeling okay?"

"Sister Wen, let me pour you a glass of warm water."

Seeing Wen Zhiyun slowly opened her eyes and woke up, both Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue cared about her very much.

Chen An picked up the needle and thread on the side, and the medicine patch that took some time to prepare, looked at her and said:

"Next, I will sew up and bandage your wound. During the process, you may need to take off some of your upper body clothing so that I can handle it more conveniently."

After finishing speaking, Chen An reached out to undo some of the clothes on Wen Zhiyun's chest, so that the wound there could be completely exposed, so that he could suture and bandage.

Wen Zhiyun was very stubborn, she refused to let Chen An untie the front of her chest, her eyes were reddish and she said:

"What is our relationship? Do you know whether men and women kiss each other!"

"If it is not treated in time, it will leave scars in the future."

Chen An said this lightly, and then started to untie Wen Zhiyun's skirt again.

This time, Wen Zhiyun didn't stop her.

She turned her head to the side without saying a word, stopped looking at Chen An, and let Chen An take away her hand covering her chest, and then felt Chen An unbuttoning the skirt little by little.

Chen An sterilized the silver needle with candlelight, put on a thin thread, and said gently before sewing up:

"If it hurts, let me know."

"..."

Wen Zhiyun didn't respond, but closed her eyes silently, waiting for the wound to be stitched up.

Silence equals consent.

Chen An didn't say any more, and immediately stitched up Wen Zhiyun's wound.

The whole process is very gentle, with as little force as possible.

But it was unavoidable that Wen Zhiyun would still be hurt from time to time, making her frown slightly and make a slight muffled sound.

Soon, Wen Zhiyun's wound was sutured, but not bandaged.

Chen An said: "Fellow Daoist Wen, the wound has been stitched up. Let Ying'er Yueer accompany you to the bathroom later, and after washing off all the filth on your body, I will bandage your wound."

"Um."

Wen Zhiyun responded without saying anything.

She tried to move her legs, and found that her body could move without hindrance, so she sat up from the bed by herself, and went to the bathroom to wash her body before getting out of bed.

Seeing this, Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue walked to both sides to follow her, going to help her wash her body, lest she get wounds by washing herself.

After washing her body, Wen Zhiyun went back to her room to rest.

Chen An took the medicine patch and cloth belt and knocked on her door, saying:

"Friend Daoist Wen, I'm here to bandage you."

"..."

There was no response from the room.

But the door was ajar.

"Then I'm in."

Chen An pushed open the door, walked in unhurriedly, and closed the door smoothly.

Coming to the bed and sitting down slowly, he said to Wen Zhiyun who was lying on his side with his back to him:

"You need to take off some clothes to bandage the wound. If you don't mind, let me help you take off."

"what ever."

Wen Zhiyun's face has turned red, but her voice is still pretending to be cold.

Chen An stopped talking, stretched out her hand and slowly took off her shirt, revealing a pair of bare and white fragrant shoulders.

Continue to take it off, revealing more and more, until the knife wound next to the chest is completely exposed.

Although Wen Zhiyun is already in her thirties, her skin looks very delicate and fair, no worse than Song Huaying who is less than 20 and Gu Xinyue who is in her early twenties, she looks very young and fresh.

Chen An was not distracted by Wen Zhiyun's smooth skin, and focused on helping her bandage the wound throughout the process.

During the dressing process, Chen An asked her how she was injured.

I learned that it was the Black Iron Villa that sent a foundation-builder to enter the arena.

Unfortunately, Wen Zhiyun ran into each other and was stabbed by the other party.

In front of the foundation building power, Wen Zhiyun, whose cultivation base is only the eighth level of Qi Refining, has no power to fight back.

It was also thanks to her good looks that the foundation-builder from the Black Iron Villa took a fancy to her, and the other party wanted to abduct her back to become a Taoist companion, but he never killed her.

Otherwise, if the knife comes down, it will be cut in half.

In the end, after going through untold hardships, it happened that the foundation-building power of the Bamboo Leaf Gang came, and she was lucky enough to recover a small life.

When hearing this, Chen An had just finished bandaging Wen Zhiyun's wound and put her clothes back on.

After that, he said: "Friend Daoist Wen, don't go to the battlefield to earn rent-free certificates with your life."

"Then what if I can't pay the rent?"

"I raise you."

"..."

The room fell into silence.

The atmosphere gradually became subtle.

Chen An didn't play with her any more, went directly to the bed and lay down on her side, gently hugged her into his arms, put it next to her ear and said, "Young Daoist Wen, I want to become a Taoist couple with you and take good care of you."

Suddenly being hugged by a man, Wen Zhiyun couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She hypocritically wanted to break free, but in the end she chose to be hugged by Chen An, and just asked him:

"Your cultivation base is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, what can you do to take care of me?"

"In no more than one year, I can become a second-tier alchemist."

There was absolute confidence in Chen An's words.

Wen Zhiyun stopped speaking.

Now she can't find any reason to continue being hypocritical.

The second-tier alchemist, this is even rarer than the foundation-building power.

It is the existence that the major foundation building gangs, even the Jindan sect, want to win over.

He has an absolute transcendent status in the world of cultivating immortals.

Chen An put his mouth next to Wen Zhiyun's ear, and asked softly, "Friend Wen, are you willing to be my Taoist companion?"

"You are already lying on my bed and holding me into your arms, how would you want me to..."

Wen Zhiyun's voice became softer and softer, her face was already red hot.

Hearing this, Chen An felt the long-lost excitement in his heart.

From tonight, Wen Zhiyun officially became a part of his family and became his wife.

"I don't want to listen to sister Ying'er and sister Yue'er through a wall tonight."

"I want them to hear my voice..."

Wen Zhiyun suppressed the shame in her heart, and changed her previous abstinent person's words to surprise.

Chen An was moved, but finally calmed down and said: "You just suffered such a serious injury, you should take a good rest first, this matter is not urgent."

"You are not in a hurry, I am in a hurry."

"But your injury..."

"Pill Master Chen, do you have any misunderstanding about the physical strength of an eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator?"

Wen Zhiyun completely lost her sense of shame and chose to follow her inner instinct.

Seeing that a big girl with yellow flowers talked about this, Chen An knew that if he continued to be so indifferent, he would really be worse than a beast.

So he didn't think too much about it anymore, and chose to be respectful rather than obedient.

"Wait, wait first... blow out the candles on the table first."

"good."

Following Wen Zhiyun's wishes, Chen An got up and blew out the candle on the bedside table, and then lay back down again.

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