Life Simulation: Add Entries Starting From Health Preservation Skills

"Brother Han, someone is looking for you."

Han Zhao sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking about how to gain yin energy by brushing weirdness, when Yuniang's voice sounded in the yard.

"Here we come." Han Zhao walked out.

An old servant with a familiar face stood in the yard, it was Zhou Zheng, the housekeeper of Xu's house.

Han Zhao stepped forward: "Butler Zhou."

Housekeeper Zhou bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Master Han, Miss is hosting a banquet at the house, please come over."

Han Zhao was taken aback when he heard that.

Host a banquet?

Han Zhao glanced down at his wrinkled lake-blue dress, and said, "Butler Zhou, go back first, I'll change my clothes and go."

"The carriage is right outside the door, I'll wait for you here."

Housekeeper Zhou said respectfully.

Still come to the carriage?

Han Zhao glanced outside the door.

Not far from the door, there was a gorgeously decorated carriage parked.

Xinqiaofang is not close to the inner city, and it will take more than ten minutes to walk there, but with his foot strength as a warrior, he arrived quickly, and it was slower to take a carriage.

"alright, please wait."

Han Zhao went back to the room to change clothes.

He changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

Yuniang moved the ladder under the eaves to the wall to stabilize it, then climbed up the ladder, trying to remove the dried sausages hanging from the beams.

Han Zhao looked up and saw that the sky was full of dark clouds, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

"Yu Niang, I won't come back to eat tonight, you can eat by yourself." Han Zhao stepped forward and held the ladder for her, without asking her if she wanted to go together, after all, she was a little socially afraid of strangers.

"Okay." Yuniang replied.

Steward Zhou waited patiently in the yard. He was not at all surprised that there was an extra woman in Han Zhao's family.

That's pretty normal, it's not that much.

After putting the ladder away for Yuniang, Han Zhao walked up to Butler Zhou, "Butler Zhou, you have been waiting for a long time."

squeak~

Yu Niang locked the door from the inside.

This is what Han Zhao told her every time she went out.

——Name: Yu Niang (Ice Whispering Bird·Half Demon)

——Cultivation method: health formula (the first level of small success is 25%, can be improved)

Before leaving, Han Zhao checked the attribute panel, and found that Yuniang practiced the health formula much faster than he did before.

In this way, Xu Ling, who has better aptitude, should be able to practice the first level of the health regimen more easily.

He has personally experienced how powerful zhenqi can be in assisting strength exercises.

Halfway through the carriage, the sky began to rain heavily. Dense raindrops fell, cracking and crackling on the roof of the carriage.

Han Zhao pushed open the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and his vision was blurred. Looking at the pedestrians running to avoid the rain on the street, and smelling the faint fragrance in the carriage similar to Xu Ling's body fragrance, a trace of comfort came to his heart.

It is the fourth year since I came to this world.

He used to like to sleep listening to the sound of rain on rainy days.

"Young Master Han, we're here."

After an unknown amount of time, Butler Zhou's voice sounded from outside the carriage.

Han Zhao raised the curtain, and the concierge had already opened the big umbrella and waited in front of the carriage.

After sending Han Zhao all the way to the door of the wing room in the backyard, Steward Zhou stopped in his tracks, "Mr. Han, please! Miss is inside."

The melodious sound of the flute came from the wing room, and the beautiful rhythm spread in Han Zhao's ears. In fact, he heard the sound of the flute just now in the corridor.

Unexpectedly, Xu Ling also invited a musician. Could it be to celebrate his birthday specially?

But the timing seems to be wrong.

Han Zhao thought to himself, and pushed open the door.

Xu Ling was sitting facing the door, holding a flute and playing it intently. Unlike usual, she wore all kinds of exercise clothes as her daily clothing. Today she was wearing a slightly bright pink tube top dress, covered with a light gauze painting , the snow-white round shoulders looming under the shawl.

The tube top dress that was supposed to only reveal her collarbone and shoulders was worn on her body, but her breasts were half exposed, ready to be seen.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Xu Ling turned around, revealing a delicate face with a little make-up, with raised willow eyebrows, spring-like almond eyes, and slightly pursed red lips.

Just looking at her small and round face, one can only feel that it is full of the youthful atmosphere of a girl, and the proud figure of crisp white snow is full of the mature style of a young woman.

Han Zhao had communicated with Xu Ling before because of his practice.

But where has he seen such a world.

"I just found out that you can play the flute." Han Zhao tried to be as calm as possible.

However, the eyes had already betrayed him.

"My eldest sister taught me when I was at home. Besides the flute, I also know how to play the flute." Xu Ling noticed Han Zhao's gaze and was a little shy.

Han Zhao looked at Xu Ling's rosy lips: "Can you also play Xiao?"

Xu Ling smiled slightly.

"It's really versatile." Looking at Xu Lingchunqing's appearance, Han Zhao was so full of flirtatious words that he couldn't speak.

"The piece I played just now is called 'Phoenix Yu Fei', yes... I have already learned that one. Tomorrow is your birthday, tonight." Xu Ling lowered his eyes.

Although what she said was intermittent, Han Zhao still didn't understand.

This was the first time someone celebrated his birthday after he came to this world. At this moment, he felt joy and warmth in his heart.

Han Zhao stepped forward.

Xu Ling squeezed his clothes tightly, raised his head slightly, and closed his eyes.

However, a manly robe was draped over her body.

"It's cold at night, have you completed your Luanfeng and Minggong?" Han Zhao wrapped Xu Ling's coat and sat down on the chair opposite her.

"It's a little bit close." Xu Ling replied truthfully, feeling different from what he expected.

"Is there any sign of breaking through the blood training realm?"

Han Zhao continued.

"Yes, but the jerky snake meat is finished, so I haven't purchased it yet." Xu Ling nodded.

"I'll teach you a skill that can increase your chances of breaking through the blood training realm." Han Zhao said seriously, raising his head slightly.

"Junior Brother Han, don't you want to? Do you think me?" Xu Ling looked a little nervous.

Looking at her delicate face, Han Zhao breathed heavily: "Cultivating together now should help you break through the blood training realm, but it can't bring you greater benefits, and I haven't reached the peak of Qi and blood growth yet. Waiting for your exercises Consummation, preferably after breaking through the blood training realm."

"Understood." Xu Ling smiled, and it sounded like Junior Brother Han was talking about him, but looking at that red-eyed, ready-to-eat face already explained everything.

"Now, don't tempt me anymore, you know?" Han Zhao wrapped her coat tightly for her.

What a headache!

"Hmm!" Xu Ling smiled shyly, as if thinking of something, suddenly revealed a sly look: "Junior Brother Han, are you feeling bad?"

"You!" Han Zhao stood up and lifted the coat that was draped over Xu Ling's body.

"Junior Brother Han?"

"Follow me!" Han Zhao pulled her closer to the inner room.

"What are you...doing?"

"Don't you still have talent to show off?"

"What?"

"In addition to playing the flute, I also want to watch you play the flute."

"You said just now that you want to teach me a skill."

"Tomorrow is my birthday, let's get down to business first!" Han Zhao pinched Xu Ling's face, pretending to be fierce.

PS: I originally planned to write a big chapter for this chapter to give out boxed lunches to Boss Qi, but recently I stayed up too late, got angry, and had a sore throat. Let Boss Qi live one more day. What's more, the content of the main text has been deleted, otherwise it will not be published.