Chapter 74 One person, one sword (33)
Shopkeeper Liu was shocked, and looked at Chen An with disbelief.
Bamboo Leaf Forest is such a place where a random foundation-building cultivator can become king and dominate, but a wild second-tier alchemist can come out?
What kind of story is this made up by the storyteller?
Too unreal!
Shopkeeper Liu calmed down a little, and asked with a skeptical attitude: "Pill Master Chen, is what you said true?"
"It's absolutely true."
Chen An raised a **** towards shopkeeper Liu, and a wisp of Danhuo condensed on the fingertip with a thought.
The heart of the fire is deep red, and the outer flame is light purple.
It looks like the scorching sun above the nine heavens, extraordinarily bright.
This is the unique pill fire of a second-tier alchemist.
Shopkeeper Liu took a breath, and looked at Chen An again with eyes full of awe.
After that, he regained his enthusiasm and said: "Congratulations to Chen Alchemy for breaking through the second level of alchemy. Chen Alchemy has the posture of a **** of alchemy, and he will surely break through the third level of alchemy in the future!"
"Accept the auspicious words of Shopkeeper Liu."
Chen An smiled back politely.
After a few polite chats.
Shopkeeper Liu asked Chen An: "Master Chen, do you want to apply to join the Treasure Pavilion?"
"right."
"If you want to join Zhenbao Pavilion, reaching the second level of alchemy is only the most basic requirement, and there are many miscellaneous requirements behind it. I wonder if Chen Pill Master has understood it before?"
"No, please tell Shopkeeper Liu clearly."
"I clearly say that I can't do it. I'm just the agent shopkeeper of one of the branches under Zhenbao Your Excellency. How can I know so much?"
"Then how to do this?"
"At the Zhenbao Pavilion, a person in charge of accounting will be sent to check the accounts every six months. This person in charge has the right to recommend. When the time comes, Alchemist Chen will come to my side when he sees the time."
only come once every six months?
Hearing this information, Chen An frowned.
He took a deep breath and asked, "Shopkeeper Liu, how long will it be until the next time the other party comes here to check the accounts?"
Shopkeeper Liu smiled and said, "Master Chen, you are lucky. The next audit will be in half a month."
Hearing this, Chen An breathed a sigh of relief.
If the person in charge won't come until half a year later, plus application for tests, I'm afraid a year may not be enough time.
It will take so long, it would be better if the bamboo leaf forest was stable in the past.
But now, the Bamboo Leaf Gang is suppressed and beaten by the Black Iron Villa all the way on the battlefield. Who knows if the Bamboo Leaf Forest is still there a year later, will it be wiped out by the Black Iron Villa?
After leaving Jumbo Row.
Chen An went straight back home.
Push open the door and walk into the hall.
Seeing the three wives, concubines and daughters all sitting together reciting poems and fighting against each other.
This is a family poetry meeting, organized by the little wife who is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has read the four books and five classics by heart. Several people had a great time.
Chen An listened for a while, and felt that his level was average, far inferior to his Wen Chaogong.
But there are bright spots.
That is the poem written by my daughter Chen Yuejian.
There is a bird in the sky;
A worm on the ground.
The bird swooped down;
Chonger turns back.
Chen An was amazed after hearing this, she was able to compose poetry when she was just over one year old, my daughter has the posture of a poetic fairy!
Seeing that Chen Ancheng was watching, Song Huaying couldn't help but stepped forward, took his arm and swayed coquettishly, asking him to participate and show his hands.
Chen An would not pretend to be in vain for this kind of pretentious opportunity presented.
Relying on the poems he memorized during the nine-year compulsory education, he dealt a blow to the three wives and concubines, and successfully gained their admiration.
A blink of an eye.
Nearly ten days passed.
The day when Zhenbao Pavilion sends people to check the accounts is getting closer.
this day.
Chen An just finished refining alchemy in the alchemy room, when the voice of his little wife sounded outside.
"Okay, come in."
"Crack—"
Xiaojiao's wife pushed the door lightly and entered, holding a copy of "Health Preservation" in her hand, walked to Chen An's side and sat down.
She opened one of the pages, pointed to an action on the illustration and said, "Husband, the people in this picture are about to spread their legs and lower them into a straight line. I can't do it at all, and it hurts."
Chen An glanced at the illustration, and found that it was a one-character horse movement. In his previous life, anyone who danced could do it.
"Come on, Yinger, come over here, and teach you how to do it for your husband."
"My husband is in trouble."
"Just like this, find a place about your waist height, put your legs up and down to stretch, do it every morning, noon and night, and wait until the ligaments under your joints are completely stretched, then you can do this movement."
"Husband, what is a ligament?"
Song Huaying heard an unfamiliar word and couldn't help feeling curious.
Chen An didn't find her annoying, and patiently explained to her: "Ligaments are important soft tissues that maintain the stability of human joints, and are also one of the important components of the human musculoskeletal system."
Song Huaying became even more curious after hearing this, and asked with beautiful eyes: "Husband, what is soft tissue? What is muscular system?"
Chen An started to get annoyed, squeezed her small mouth that kept asking, and said, "You bastard, why are you asking all the time, hurry up and do what Wei Fu just said, lift your legs up, put them on top, press down and stretch."
"Husband, Yinger's legs have gained weight and are so heavy that I can't lift them up. Can you help me lift them up?"
Song Huaying pulled up the skirt on the right a little bit as she spoke, revealing a pair of snow-white and well-proportioned slender jade legs, pretending to be distressed and seductive.
The little wife is getting more and more seductive...
Chen An sighed in his heart, then raised her right leg as the little wife wished, and gently placed it on a low medicine cabinet in front of him.
"Yinger, how do you feel?"
"I don't feel anything."
"Come on, move forward a little, and help you adjust your posture for my husband."
"Husband, it hurts!"
"It's normal to feel pain, you haven't pulled away at all now, and it will be fine if you do more in the future."
Chen An explained to her in a gentle voice while helping his little wife adjust the downward posture of her jade legs.
During this period, Chen An discovered that Xiaojiao's wife's legs were a little fatter than before.
But not much fat, it might be better to say that he is just fat.
The legs of the former little wife looked a little too slender.
In the words of the previous life, it is a pair of chopstick legs.
It just looks good, but it feels nothing to the touch, a bit fancy but not useful.
Now that she is a little fatter, she looks plump compared to before, and feels more sensual to the touch, which is very attractive.
"Husband, stop pressing, it hurts."
"It's okay, I'll get used to it after a while."
"Ying'er can't do it..."
"If you can't do it, you will suffer...well, you will be beaten."
"Husband, Yinger wants to be beaten."
Song Huaying's beautiful eyes were blurred, she looked at Chen An with a disheveled face, her voice softly exhaled like Landao.
Chen An was itchy by what she said, so he had no choice but to choose to satisfy her untidy request.
In an instant, there was a clear and loud beating sound in the alchemy room.
A blink of an eye.
Five days have passed.
This day is the day when Zhenbao Pavilion sent people to the Zhenbao Bank to check the accounts.
Chen Antian got up before dawn, ate something casually to fill his stomach, and then set off for Fangshi. He sat in the Zhenbao shop and waited for the people from Zhenbao Pavilion to check the accounts.
On the road, there were many early-rising monks coming and going.
While passing the North Alley, I saw several monks chatting together.
"Have you heard that a god-man appeared in the Bamboo Leaf Forest recently, and with just one man and one sword, he raised the security of the entire Bamboo Leaf Forest to an unprecedented level in just a few days, much more powerful than the Bamboo Leaf Gang's patrol team."
"Heh, the grandsons of the Bamboo Leaf Gang, now they have to detour when they see that man of God, for fear of being hacked by the man of God. After all, the biggest bandits in the Bamboo Leaf Forest are those bastards."
"I heard that the god-man is still a woman, she looks like a moon and a flower, and she is beautiful. I don't know who will have the blessing to marry her back home as a wife."
"Marry? Are you kidding me! She is the core disciple of Xuan Huangzong, which man is worthy to marry her? Let me tell you, it can only be a man who married her."
"..."
Listening to the words of the passers-by, Chen An couldn't help feeling that Shen Qingyi was really a murderer, and felt that if he couldn't enter the Zhenbao Pavilion, he would choose to hug her thigh, which seemed to be the way to go.
Among other things, if you can really hug Shen Qingyi's thigh, at least you can walk sideways in the bamboo forest.
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PS: Set up a bowl, ask for a monthly ticket recommendation!
(end of this chapter)