Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married Chapter 123

  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 dim, Chen An sat up from the bed, and his eyes fell on the prompt information and attribute panel in front of him.

  In one click, 264 experience points were added.

   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.

   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 power and store it in her body, which is stronger than many monks.

   This flower **** bloodline is really powerful.

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

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

   Already 5201.

  The progress bar is almost halfway through.

   Far surpassed the other three wives and concubines.

   "Ying'er is really my blessing."

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

   See you, it's almost time.

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

  This practice took a whole morning.

   Even the meal time is over.

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

  He told his wife and concubine some time ago that when he was refining alchemy, he should try not to come and 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.

  Many times, the reason why they eat at the table is simply to take care of Gu Xinyue's feelings.

   A blink of an eye.

   Another hour passed.

  Chen An feels that he has almost finished practicing.

   Just push the door and go out.

   Planning to go to the room to find wives and concubines to practice.

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

  When Chen Yuejian saw her father, she trotted towards him immediately, hugged his thigh with her hands, raised her face slightly and said with a smile:

   "Daddy, I have just finished practicing breathing into the body, how about you play with me?"

   "Okay, Daddy will play with you."

  Chen An lovingly stroked the head of his 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, as if it was just yesterday.

   And now, it has almost grown to waist height.

  I really hope that time can pass slowly.

  My daughter can grow up slowly.

   Has always been my little padded jacket.

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

   "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 to fly with the sword.

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

   Wishing to 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."

  Chen An took out the Feizhou sword with a thought, 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 his physical fitness is not weaker than that of children over ten years old, he jumped onto the Feizhou Sword with ease, and skillfully opened his hands to hug his 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 stand firmly, 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 with my sword?"

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

   "When will you grow up?"

   "About the same age as your mother now, twenty years old."

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

   "Because my mother has been taking care of you, I don't have time to learn how to fly with the sword, so I won't."

"ah?"

  Chen Yue saw her little face changed, and then said a little guilty: "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, we will upload Niangqin, Niang Gu, Niang Wen, and Sister Shen together!"

  Chen Yuejian said with longing.

   Mo about two quarters of an hour later.

   Edgeworth's flight ends.

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

  Chen An went back to the house.

  He stopped in front of Wen Zhiyun's room, and asked softly, "Yun'er, can you come in for my 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 she only a little old yesterday?

  How did it become bigger after one night?

  Chen An looked at the second daughter in Wen Zhiyun's arms, and 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 yourself?"

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

  Chen An still felt unbelievable 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.

  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?

  Don't say it's grown up, I'm afraid it will be against the sky at the age of three or four.

   At that time, they will directly punch the mother, kick the 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 senior executive in the laneway outside the house.

  Hearing the sound, Chen An said to Wen Zhiyun:

   "I'll go out and have a look."

   "Well, come back early."

  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.

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

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

   Come outside.

   Both sides of the laneway were full of residents.

  The executive 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 Gang, Zhou Tianyi, Master Zhou!"

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

   "Once successful, the law and order in Baicao Lane will rise to a higher level, and 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 executive 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, starting from next month, the shelter fees 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 Lane exploded.

   At a glance, there was a wail and anger with soaring blood pressure.

   "Damn it, the Chihuo gang is too bullying. The asylum fee was originally collected, but now it will increase. Do you want 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 spoke, many residents rushed out to vent their dissatisfaction by beating the executives.

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

  These residents in the refining period hadn't had time to get close to the executive, but the next moment they were blown away by the spiritual pressure released by the executive, and they fell to the ground in a mess and screamed 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 dare not speak out.

  Seeing that the residents were unhappy with him, but also acted 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 hand, and said as he touched it: "Miss Boss, I know that you are living a lonely and difficult life as a woman. From now on, you will take good care of me, and I will help you pay the protection fee, how about it?"

  The widow is unwilling, but dare not refuse. The slap she received last time in front of the house 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 have turned around and oppressed your neighbors. Are you still a person?!"

   "Conscience?"

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

   "Because I was ugly, I was often ridiculed in this Baicao Alley. 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, accompanied by a heart-piercing scream, the male cultivator who had been accusing the senior officials just now turned into wreckage on the ground, dying beyond death.

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

  Everyone was silent like a cicada.

   dare not speak out again.

   This high-ranking official said that he would kill if he said he would kill, 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 officer, 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 executive turned and walked towards a room ahead.

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

  The female cultivator 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 executive stopped in front of the female cultivator, smiled harmlessly and said, "Daoyou 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 senior executive didn't talk nonsense, and said straight to the point: "Wang Daoyou, come to the Sanmai Building to look for me five times a month from now on, and I will pay for your family's asylum fee."

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

  The husband on the side immediately gave the nun a hard look, and 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, I will wash 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 blinking an eye just now, he felt scared, for fear that he would follow in the footsteps of that fellow Taoist who turned into wreckage.

   "That's right, very discerning. Clean up your wife and send her to the Sanmai Building tonight. 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 Yujian.

  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.

   As the talisman maker's husband, he glared at her and said, "What's the matter with him playing 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 nun 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.

   Many residents couldn't help but sighed when they saw this scene.

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

   "These **** of the Red Fire 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... well, it's so hard."

  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, now the heroine has disappeared.

  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 shaking his head, thinking that this world is really a cold world.

  After that, 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, and looked up motionlessly at the direction where the senior executive had just flown away. With her right hand, she tightly held the hilt of the sword at her waist, so that the veins on the back of her hand bulged, and the hilt became deformed.

  PS: Set up a bowl, ask for a monthly ticket recommendation!

  (end of this chapter)

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