Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

Chapter 67 Mortals are sad (23)

After breakfast, I practiced Huidan.

After lunch, continue alchemy.

In the blink of an eye, almost half a day passed.

Chen An was tired and sat against the wall to rest.

With nothing to do, he opened his own panel to check the data on a whim.

【Name: Chen An】

【Cultivation level: Ninth layer of Qi refining】

[Fortune: 1203 low-grade spirit stones]

[Alchemy: first-level advanced (2292/2500)]

[Spiritual Consciousness: Level 1 Advanced (1678/2500)]

【Gold Finger: Master (2503/12500)】

[Sleep Aid: Skilled (385/500)]

[Fire Spiritual Root: Medium Grade (388/500)]

[Spouse: Song Huaying (3 stars), Gu Xinyue (3 stars), Wen Zhiyun (2 stars)]

【Offspring: Chen Yuejian】

"Before I knew it, even the progress bar of the Fire Spirit Root was over halfway."

Chen An murmured, and then said: "It's a pity that in the next four months, this progress bar will be left intact."

shook his head.

Continue to view the various data on the panel.

Arrange your next upgrade plan.

I don't know how long it took, Chen An put away the panel, walked out of the alchemy room, stopped all the way to the door of Xiaojiao's wife, reached out and knocked on the door lightly and said:

"Ying'er, are you asleep?"

"Not yet, sir."

The crisp and soft voice of the little charming wife came from the room, it was as sweet as a yellow warbler's cry, and it made me feel happy listening to it.

Chen An pushed the door and entered, and saw Xiaojiao's wife sitting by the bed with her daughter, patiently teaching her daughter some secular etiquette of a lady.

Xiaojiao's wife used to be the daughter of a family, and she cared about these things from the bottom of her heart.

However, her daughter Chen Yuejian didn't like these worldly etiquettes very much, so she frowned.

"Mom, I want to play in the yard..."

Seeing that she really couldn't study anymore, Chen Yue said in a weak voice.

Song Huaying resolutely refused: "You're a girl, you only want to go out and play all day long, how can you be so shameless?"

Seeing that her mother couldn't do it, the young Chen Yuejian decided to find another way.

She climbed off the bed, ran to her father and stopped, reached out and grabbed his trouser legs, raised her baby's fat face slightly, and said pitifully:

"Daddy, I want to go out and play in the yard."

Chen An saw that this little girl was amazing, she knew how to act like a baby when she was only a little over one year old, and the genetics of the little girl's wife were too strong.

Song Huaying carried her daughter back and put her on the bed, and said in a stern tone:

"It's no use looking for your father, let's see if your father will listen to your mother or you!"

"Well--"

Chen Yuejian let out a drawn-out cry, and looked at her father in front of her with pitiful little eyes.

Chen An was seen to be in a dilemma, with his wife on one side and his daughter on the other, no matter which one he helped, he was a different person inside and out.

After thinking about it, he could only look at Xiaojiao's wife in the end, and gave her a trick to surround Wei and rescue Zhao, saying:

"Ying'er, I have something to tell you about my husband, let Xiaoyue meet and go out."

"Listen to your husband."

Song Huaying knew that her husband was protecting her daughter, but she still chose to be obedient without hesitation and obey her husband unconditionally.

When Chen Yue heard this, her whole face immediately beamed with joy, and she climbed out of bed and was about to go out.

Chen An grabbed her and told her:

"See you, Xiaoyue, you are not allowed to run around by yourself, I want you to play with Gu Niang or Wen Niang, you know?"

"Daddy, I know."

"It's good to know, let's go."

Chen An let go of her daughter as she said that, and watched the little girl run out of the room.

However, she didn't really feel relieved to let her daughter run out alone, but followed her from a distance to see if she would go to find her other two mothers.

Followed up to take a look, and found that although this little girl is playful, she still knows how to listen to adults.

After coming out of the room, she didn't run out to play in the yard by herself, but ran into Gu Xinyue's room and called Gu Niang to take her out to play.

Go back to the little wife's room.

Chen An went to the bed and sat down, gently hugging his little wife into his arms.

The little wife couldn't help trembling, feeling terrified of what would happen next.

It's just too much of a time.

Already frequent enough to be a little scary.

Chen An noticed the strangeness of Xiaojiao's wife, and looked a little distressed.

He stroked his little wife's small face, and said to her gently: "Ying'er, my husband just wants to hug you, and won't do anything else."

"Husband, I'm sorry..."

Song Huaying's mood became more and more depressed, and her voice gradually became sad: "It's Yinger who is useless, this is not good, and that is not good. Serving your husband is not as good as Sister Gu, and taking care of your daughter is not as good as Sister Wen. She is not a qualified wife, let alone a qualified mother."

"Ying'er, you've done a good job."

Chen An gently pressed his face to that of his little wife, comforting her in a gentle voice.

Song Huaying didn't respond, but her voice became sobbing.

Chen An wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said to her:

"Ying'er, my husband is trying to find a way to see if I can let you practice immortality, or find some exercises that ordinary people can practice and come back to practice for you. Everything will be fine."

"Um."

Song Huaying just responded, she didn't have any hope for what her husband said, so she had the right to comfort her.

She knew very well in her heart that if mortals could cultivate immortals, then there would be no so-called difference between immortals and ordinary people in this world.

This is simply not realistic.

Chen An knew that his consolation just now was very powerless, so he wanted to change the subject to comfort him, and asked curiously:

"By the way, Ying'er, can you tell me about family etiquette in the mundane world? I'm quite interested in this."

"As long as my husband wants to hear it, Yinger will talk about it."

Song Huaying wiped away her tears and said.

In the next period of time.

Under Chen An's constant questioning, Song Huaying told him about secular etiquette.

From the generally applicable etiquette, to the etiquette of the small family, to the unique etiquette of her own family, and finally how she learned these etiquettes from her mother when she was a child.

At the beginning, Song Huaying was indeed distracted by this topic, and the disappointment in her heart gradually dissipated.

But when she talked about how she learned etiquette from her mother, her whole mood suddenly took a turn for the worse, and she couldn't help crying.

"Husband, I, I miss my mother, I miss my mother so much, woo woo woo..."

Looking at the little wife who was crying with pear blossoms and rain in her arms, Chen An felt very distressed, and scolded herself in her heart to listen to the family etiquette, wouldn't it be good to listen to the little wife playing the piano and flute?

in the next time.

Chen An didn't say any comforting words, just hugged his little wife silently, looked at her little face disfigured from crying, listened to her extremely sad crying, and felt the trembling of her Qiong's nose twitching.

When Xiaojiao's wife was tired from crying and finished venting her depression, he performed a sleep aid on her to let her have a good night's sleep.

"Crack—"

Chen An pushed the door and left the little wife's room with mixed emotions in her heart.

He didn't think about it anymore, and after talking to Wen Zhiyun and Gu Xinyue, he went out to Fangshi alone.

Thinking of going to the Treasure Store to buy that copy of "Mandarin Ducks Flying Together", and by the way, ask shopkeeper Liu there to see if there are any exercises that can prolong the life of ordinary people.

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