Chapter 11 The pattern of the little wife
Chen An and the young female cultivator faced each other through the window, sizing each other up unabashedly.
Aged in her early twenties, with fair skin and beautiful appearance, tall and tall, with white hair and red pupils, she has the usual female lead with white hair and red pupils in the two-dimensional anime in her previous life.
Generally speaking, she is a rare beauty.
"Tell me about your father's situation."
Chen An didn't intend to visit the doctor, but stood still in the room and said.
The nun wiped the tears from her face and said:
"My father was poisoned by fire when he was young, his body temperature was always high, and he often felt dizzy, but it was particularly severe just now, and he passed out directly from the heat. Now he is lying unconscious on the bed, and the vitality in his body is getting weaker and weaker. Chen Pill Master, I beg you to save my father."
Chen An lowered his head and began to think, after a while he said: "Wait a minute, I'll get you some medicine, maybe it can relieve your father's condition."
A moment later, he returned with a vial covered in frost.
There is a rare elixir called Jieshu Dan inside, which can quickly lower body temperature after taking it.
The reason why it is rare is because this elixir was researched and tinkered by himself before, and it is only used as an air conditioner in summer.
In addition to this, there is no other use.
No way, the summer in the Immortal Cultivation Realm is too hot. The aborigines have been used to the heat since they were young, but as an outsider, he couldn't adapt at all.
"Take this bottle of elixir back and give it to your father to try. You can only take one at most at a time, and the effect of one medicine will last for a whole day."
"Thank you, thank you Alchemist Chen!"
"Don't thank me in advance, there will be a fee. There are 100 pills in this bottle, and I sincerely wish you a low-grade spirit stone."
Chen An didn't see that the other party was good-looking, so he gave away the elixir he had worked so hard to refine.
In this world of cultivating immortals where people are not for themselves and heaven and earth are destroyed, he only recognizes money, not people, and beautiful women are useless.
"Danshi Chen, I have no money..."
The nun’s voice became much lower as she spoke.
The rent has been so high in recent months that it has already wiped out all the savings of her family over the years.
Now her family can barely make ends meet, and sometimes they can't make ends meet for a few days, and they can't afford a low-grade spirit stone to buy medicine pills.
"Then you take this elixir back and give it to your father. We'll talk about the money later."
"Thank you, thank you Alchemist Chen!"
The nun knelt down gratefully to thank Chen An. After thanking, she immediately took the medicine bottle and turned to run home, rushing back to take it for her fainted father.
Looking at the slender figure of the female cultivator going away, Chen An was not worried that she would not repay the debt.
One, the other party's house is opposite, and you can come to collect debts at any time.
Second, Jie Shu Dan is worthless, and the cost is only a few taels of silver. If you lose it, you will lose it, and the loss will not be much.
The reason why he dared to set a price for a low-grade spirit stone was entirely because he made it himself, and it was not sold on the market at all.
Since it is an exclusive pill, you can set whatever price you want.
No evil, no business, that's probably the case.
Back in the room, Xiaojiao's wife was already awake, woken up by the nun's knocking on the door just now.
"Husband, what happened outside just now, I seem to hear a woman crying."
"It's nothing, just the female cultivator who lives in the opposite door and often urinates came to the door, crying and saying that her father's old disease relapsed and fainted, and asked me to help her."
"Is it serious?"
"I don't know, I didn't go to the doctor, I just asked about her condition, and then gave her a bottle of elixir."
After finishing speaking, Chen An hesitated for a moment and said: "By the way, Yinger, I have something to tell you about my husband."
"Husband, what's the matter?"
"The female cultivator has no money to buy the elixir, and said that as long as I can save her father, she will be a concubine with my body."
"..."
Hearing this, Song Huaying fell silent.
What should come has finally come.
She is not a fool. She knows that her husband will have a concubine sooner or later, and she is already prepared in her heart.
But the preparations are the preparations. When this day really comes, she still feels very uncomfortable.
After a moment of silence.
Song Huaying pursed her thin lips, and asked nervously, "Husband, did you agree?"
She was afraid that Chen An agreed.
Because the female cultivator living across the door is a fairy, she doesn't know how to get along with her as a mortal.
After all, the youth of mortals is only a dozen or twenty years, while that of fairies can remain unchanged for decades, or even remain youthful forever.
Waiting for the day when I become old and pale, and there is a beautiful fairy concubine by my side as a comparison, then will my husband look at me again?
Song Huaying felt uneasy about this.
Seeing this, Chen An comforted her: "My husband didn't agree to her, and even if I agreed, Yinger, you are also my husband's regular wife, and she is a concubine."
"Husband..."
Song Huaying's eyes were full of affection.
Chen An knows that Xiaojiao's wife is insecure, and wants to please herself in this way, thereby increasing her value and consolidating her position.
…
The next day, there were three poles in the sun.
Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the house.
Song Huaying was curious, and pulled her husband who had just come out of the alchemy room to the window to join in the fun.
Later, I saw a couple arguing in the street.
"Husband, this concubine has dedicated her entire youthful years to you, how can you be so unfeeling to my concubine!"
"Aren't you bothering you yellow-faced woman? I have been raising you for so many years as a mere mortal for nothing. Get the **** out of this house!"
"Husband!"
"If you continue to quarrel, I will beat you to death and bury you!"
"..."
Under the male cultivator's intimidation, the famous old woman could only leave with a face ashamed.
Looking at the scene outside the window, Song Huaying had a strong sense of substitution, and her whole face turned pale instantly.
Chen An on the side, has long been accustomed to this, and has no fluctuations in his heart.
A male cultivator dislikes his mortal wife who is old and decrepit. This kind of thing often happens in the low-level cultivating world.
The reason is that female cultivators are only willing to become Taoist companions with male cultivators who have higher cultivation levels than themselves, and they don't even look at male cultivators who are of the same cultivation level or inferior to themselves.
Therefore, low-level male cultivators have no choice but to find ordinary women to marry.
But ordinary women have a fatal flaw, that is, their youth is only a short ten or twenty years.
Once a person grows old, he will often be ruthlessly abandoned by the lower-level male cultivators, and then the lower-level male cultivators will find another 28-year-old girl who is so tender that she will be out of water every night.
Ruthless?
Very ruthless.
But in this low-level world of cultivating immortals that advocates the weak and the strong, and lacks a sense of responsibility, this is a perfectly normal thing.
After all, the bottom-level male cultivators are even the bottom-level ones, they are immortals in the eyes of ordinary women, lofty and mighty.
And they will only regard ordinary women as disposable items, and throw them away after they are used up.
Cultivators like Chen An who are willing to love their mortal wives are very few among the very few.
"Husband, if I am no longer good-looking in the future, will you still take me in?"
Song Huaying looked at Chen Fan pitifully and asked.
Chen An said without hesitation:
"Will do."
"Really?"
"real."
"Husband, let's go back to sleep."
【Alchemy experience +2】
…
In a blink of an eye, it was night.
The husband and wife have fallen asleep.
Suddenly, there was a discussion outside the room.
"Oh, why are you so overwhelmed?"
"It's really bad luck. It's not good to die, but it happens to die next door to my house."
"It's gone, it's gone, what's there to see, don't f*ck around my house anymore!"
"..."
Song Huaying was a light sleeper and was woken up.
She sat up from the bed in a daze, walked to the window curiously and looked out to see what happened.
As a result, I never thought about it. Seeing this, I almost made myself depressed.
The woman who was driven out of the house during the day died.
Taking advantage of the dead of night, he hanged himself in front of the house of the heartbroken Nanxiu, as if he was taking revenge.
After seeing such a miserable scene, the sense of security that Song Huaying had finally obtained from having **** with her husband disappeared instantly.
She fell into deep thought at first, then quickly returned to the bed, shook Chen An awake on the bed and said:
"Husband, if the fairy who lives at the opposite door still wants to be your concubine next time, you should agree."
"Um?"
Chen An froze for a moment, thinking he was dreaming.
Song Huaying figured it out.
Instead of waiting until I am old and lustful, my husband is no longer obsessed with me, and chooses to take a concubine to find another new love, and then I can't get along with him, so I am excluded.
Then why not take advantage of my youth and beauty, and my husband is still obsessed with me, and quickly let my husband take concubines, making him feel indebted to me, and then I will become sisters with the concubines as a regular wife, so as to build a good relationship and kill two birds with one stone.
In this way, even if the husband is no longer obsessed with me when I get old in the future, I can still be a part of the family, a good sister to all the wives and concubines of the husband, and even the guide who served him in bed.
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PS: Set up a bowl, ask for a monthly ticket recommendation!
(end of this chapter)