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Chu He sighed.

Everything is because of him, so what can he do.

Chu He didn't think any more, and walked to the main hall.

Chu Yunfu and Lin Wan'er had already gotten up. Holding a scroll of scriptures in his hand, Chu Yunfu looked up at Chu He and frowned.

"Why aren't you in good condition? Are you not used to living at home?"

Chu He didn't sleep all night, and in addition, he desperately killed Zuo Guiwang in the Ghost King's Palace in the ghost world, burning his literary energy, and his Wenhai was naturally exhausted.

If it weren't for the holy sea with Sword Immortal Qinglian, and Sword Immortal Qinglian helping him restore his literary spirit, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to climb today.

That waterfall was not only used to replenish Chu He's Wen Qi, but also to repair the damage Chu He suffered from burning Wen Qi.

Guard Wenxin.

Chu Yunfu is a talented person, although the level is much lower than that of Chu He, but as a father, he can still see Chu He's state at a glance.

Lin Wan'er heard what Chu Yunfu said, and quickly raised her head to look at Chu He, and couldn't help frowning.

"Although your room is cleaned every day, you came back suddenly after all, and the bedding was not dried in advance, so you will not be comfortable to sleep."

Before Lin Wan'er could speak, Uncle Fu on the side spoke hastily.

"The sun is good today, Yu Ling, take the young master's quilt out to dry in the sun immediately, and also take a look at what is uncomfortable in the room, and adjust it."

"It snowed heavily yesterday, and today we have to melt the snow. Prepare the stove for the young master, so that the young master will not freeze."

Although Fu Bo knew that Chu He's state was advanced and he would not get sick because of the humidity and cold, but there was still something to be done.

Although people with high realms will not get sick because of humidity and coldness, they will not be comfortable either.

Chu He opened his mouth, but still chose not to speak.

If it wasn't because the room was uncomfortable, why was he in a bad state? It cannot be said.

Anyway, it's good to dry it in the sun, and it's comfortable to cover at night.

Chu He decided to put aside the events of last night and enjoy the beautiful morning.

After breakfast, looking at the sun outside, Fu Bo moved some chairs and put them in the courtyard.

Chu He was lying in the yard, enjoying the sun, very comfortable.

Lin Wan'er on the side looked at Yu Ling, as if thinking of something, she asked.

"Chu He, the girl you mentioned earlier is the one named Mu Yingjin, how about it?"

"In the past, you said to wait until after the battle between the two worlds, but now that the two worlds are over, shouldn't it be put on the agenda?"

Chu He froze for a moment, the sun on his body became warm in an instant.

What should come will always come, there is no escape.

Chu He sighed and spoke.

"Mother, let's talk about it, I can't talk about it."

When Lin Wan'er heard this, she immediately raised her willow eyebrows and said unhappily.

"Look at you child, what's wrong with you? If you have no problems, your father will find someone to come to propose marriage."

"It's not the New Year's Eve this year. After the New Year's Eve, you will be twenty-three. It's time to talk about marriage. I heard how old is that girl?"

Lin Wan'er turned her gaze to Chu Yunfu.

Chu Yun said in Fu interface.

"Twenty-five this year, and twenty-six next year."

Lin Wan'er said.

"Look, she is already twenty-six, how grown-up she is, this woman, after she reaches twenty-five, will become unwanted and gossiped by others."

Chu He thought of Mu Yingjin's temperament, and also thought of the two swords in her eyes, and slandered.

Even if Mu Yingjin is not married at thirty, no one would dare to gossip about her.

In Chu He's mind, the attitude towards marriage is actually the same as before.

In the original world, it was nothing to marry at the age of thirty, let alone twenty-six.

But Chu He also knows that most of the girls have already settled down with their families when they are sixteen or seventeen, and they are indeed very old if they are not married at twenty-six.

After thinking about it, Chu He nodded, agreeing.

It wasn't until now that Chu He suddenly realized that he seemed to have some fears about getting married.

Maybe it was influenced by the previous life?

Chu He shook his head.

Anyway, this matter requires the consent of both parties, and the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge.

It's not that I don't have thoughts about Mu Yingjin, it's just that I'm more married.

The big deal is that I will make it clear to Mu Yingjin that I am not in a hurry about this matter.

The realm has reached the Great Confucianism, and the lifespan has been extremely extended.

Wen Yan, a top-notch Confucian, looks black and only forty years old, but in fact, Wen Yan is over seventy years old.

In fact, more than seventy years old is just halfway through. If Wenyan lives a normal life, there is no problem in living to one hundred and sixty years old.

Back then, Zhao Shanhe was a full generation taller than Wenyan, thirty years older, and with Wen's heart broken, he only looked older.

But even so, it would not be a problem for Zhao Shanhe, a fifth-rank martial artist, to live to be a hundred years old.

Thinking of Zhao Shanhe, Chu He couldn't help but feel a little dark again.

If it wasn't for the accident in the capital, it would be no problem for this Confucian who had recovered to the first-rank state to live to be one hundred and forty years old.

In this way, the human race will have two first-rank peak Confucian scholars who can make up for the vacancy left by Zuo Qingfeng, and will also have more confidence.

But it's too late to say that now.

Seeing Chu He nodding in agreement, Lin Wan'er nodded in satisfaction and spoke.

"After you get married, it's time to say goodbye to Yuling. Yuling, which family's son do you like? Let me tell you."

Yu Ling, who was standing by the side, was taken aback for a moment and shook his head.

"Ma'am, Yu Ling is from the Chu family, how can she marry?"

Lin Wan'er chuckled lightly and spoke.

"Girls should marry, there is no such thing as not marrying."

"If you are afraid that someone will look down on you, if you are the master's adopted daughter, then you will be called Chu Yuling, and I will see who dares to look down on you."

After Lin Wan'er finished speaking, she looked at Chu Yunfu who was holding the scriptures, and said angrily.

"Master, let me ask you, is that okay?"

Chu Yunfu reacted and smiled.

"How many years has Yuling been in our house? Fifteen years, I have already regarded her as my half daughter, how can it be okay?"

Lin Wan'er clapped her hands and said.

"Then it's settled."

Yu Ling stood aside, glanced at Chu He, seemed to sigh, and saluted.

"Thank you, Mrs. Xie."

A voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Chu He!"

Everyone looked, but found that it was Wang Yingjun.

Wang Yingjun watched a few people come over, he thought that Quan had greeted him, and walked in quickly, and then he called the people behind to pull the frame of the cart to the door, pulling things in one cart after another, a total of three carts.

Chu He looked at the boxes of things being brought in, with question marks on his forehead, he spoke.

"Fatty Wang, what are you doing, what are you pulling here?"