Can the ninth-grade sword energy defend against seventh-grade attacks long-range?

Chen Yanjun is skeptical.

"Why do you have to use your sword energy to squirt your nose?"

Murong Ye smiled and took a sip of wine, saying nothing.

On the side, Qiu Zhuo twisted Chen Yanjun's arm.

"Idiot, this is the sword energy of protecting the pill. If it weren't for the input from the nose with your fingertips, you, a mortal, would have died!"

Chen Yanjun was shocked and then bowed to thank him.

"Thank you, Senior Murong!"

I immediately asked:

"Since the senior is so powerful, why did the previous deputy die?"

Murong Ye said:

"She did something extraordinary and was not dead yet."

When Chen Yanjun heard this, he looked at Qiu Zhuo.

As he said this, Murong Ye looked at Chen Yanjun again and said:

"I see that your physique can be purchased within almost three days. If you have an accident when you pass the barrier, you can try to practice dual cultivation with your sister, or you can earn it. This sword energy can protect you from death and at most you will suffer some injuries."

Dual cultivation with your sister... You are really an expert in assisting!

Wait, something was wrong with Chen Yanjun suddenly.

Your Dan Protective Sword Qi can defend against all attacks below the sixth grade within three days. Why can you only ensure that you will not die when you practice dual cultivation with your wife? You may also be injured...

Could it be that there is anything special about the lady’s physique?

Chen Yanjun didn't want to ask about private matters, so he bowed:

"I borrow your auspicious words!"

Qiu Zhuo waited aside for a long time. Seeing that his aunt was all focused on Chen Yanjun and had not been the person involved, she was a little disappointed, so he recommended himself:

"Auntie, where is me? I don't have to go back and discuss with my mother. I can join the prison department today and go out to the city to investigate strange beasts with my aunt every day."

Murong Ye wiped the wine sauce on his lips, touched Qiu Zhuo's beautiful head, and said seriously:

"Well, for the Prison Warrior, your beast control technique is also very important."

"But you have a great talent, and you are a rare sacred body of spirituality. You can easily become a piece of fat in the mouth of a strange beast. At least you have to practice to the fifth level. With the power of self-protection, I will take you with you again."

Qiu Zhuo:

“…”

Murong Ye tasted the wine seriously and patted his niece on the shoulder to encourage him:

"Don't be discouraged, you are the treasure of the Tang Dynasty, work hard to practice!"

Qiu Zhuo then became excited and made up his mind to say:

"Well, I will work hard. Within three years, I must reach the fifth grade!"

Chen Yanjun was shocked.

Qiu Zhuo is actually a spiritual holy body... Could it be that Gu Feng was really running away for Qiu Zhuo that day?

No wonder even the prince is interested in Qiu Zhuo!

Perhaps, he underestimated his wife and his future daughter.

Chen Yanjun turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly he was stopped by his sister-in-law again.

"I suddenly realized that brother-in-law, you are very handsome, almost covering up the more handsome part of you."

Chen Yanjun's heart tightened... Is there anything more handsome than my face?

Murong Ye looked up and drank bitterly. The sword energy in his eyes rolled, emitting a fragrance that was turbid and turbid, like the smell of wine dripping from Grain Rain.

"The troubled times are coming, and the beauty is fleeting. Once you don't catch it, it's someone else's."

Beauty is fleeting...

Chen Yanjun thought to himself that the beauty my sister-in-law was obviously not referring to beauty, but something strange that was not available in peacetime.

Of course, maybe it was her being mysterious.

But for some reason, Chen Yanjun is convinced of this.

In this world, An Lushan is not dead yet, Huang Chao is accumulating strength, not to mention that various strange beasts in the mountains and seas have been discovered...

It is a miracle that the Tang Dynasty has not collapsed until now!

"Don't worry, whether it's a chaotic world or a doomsday, my beauty will accompany me for the rest of my life."

After saying that, Chen Yanjun and Qiuzhuo left the stele building together.

Watching the two leave, the old man with a face, had no choice but to ask Murong Ye:

"The situation is serious now. Do you really want to bring a mortal? It will be very tiring to protect mortals."

Murong Ye put away the wine pot, hung it on the hilt of the sword, raised his hand and left the steward, and laughed:

"How can a true beauty be kept in the boudoir?"

...

On the way back, Chen Yanjun and Qiuzhuo rode their horses and walked back to Daozhengfang on the east side of the outer city.

Horses are Tangren's daily means of transportation.

The horses that the two rode were not extraordinary, but the green autumn horses bred by Qiuzhuo. The water-green fur color and slim and powerful body are the result of directional breeding in the Beast Courtyard.

"What does the beauty mean when my aunt said?"

Qiu Zhuo asked curiously.

Chen Yanjun casually said:

"It's probably the kind of thing you cherish very much in troubled times, such as... your spiritual body."

Qiu Zhuo said:

"I don't know what the spiritual body is, maybe it's my aunt who talks nonsense."

Chen Yanjun felt that there was no need for Murong Ye to panic like this, and her vision was indeed much more than ordinary people.

"I have a bad premonition about the troubled times. We need to speed up our practice."

Qiu Zhuo frowned. She often said such words into her aunt's mouth, and always thought they were her shield.

"Did you decide to go to the prison guard?"

Chen Yanjun shook his head.

"It's too early to say this, but if that was my destined practice, I wouldn't retreat."

The wife raised him for three years without asking for anything in return. Even if troubled times are approaching, he must protect this family.

Qiu Zhuo thought about it and asked:

"Just like practicing in the illusion of demonic energy?"

Chen Yanjun nodded.

"It's like practicing in the illusion of demonic energy."

...

Back to Cui Mansion.

The family meeting has ended early.

The clan members had dispersed and didn't care about the meal, but they still sent some red envelopes from house to house.

When the female females in the clan saw Chen Yanjun, they all lowered their heads and smiled softly, saying:

"Son-in-law."

Back at Cui Mansion, Qiu Zhuo suddenly realized that his attention had been focused on his aunt just now, and he had actually ignored Chen Yanjun's feat!

In a blink of an eye, even his medical skills and sword skills reached a height that was difficult for cultivators to reach.

If this is a taste of the taste, wouldn’t it be him?

Chen Yanjun and Qiuzhuo left their father-in-law's house.

After asking, I found out that my wife had returned to Nanxianfang.

Qingchuan said that he had gone to Pingkangfang by the way and wanted to bring his talent for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to the Jiaofangsi.

Everyone’s expectations for him are probably only left to live his life happily.

When Li Lanxiang saw Chen Yanjun again, his eyes were different. This time he really became more and more handsome as he looked at him.
To be continued...