His face is already handsome enough.

Then he gave everyone a little clasp of fists.

"Chen's poetry is shallow and laughable. You must have copied it."

Another woman in the crowd said:

"Since you are enamored with Yourong, why would you compete with Mr. Zhang's marriage proposal?"

"Could it be that your poem was arranged by Princess Ping An in advance?"

"Right now, we just want to make sure you are worthy of Yourong!"

Chen Yanjun thought to himself that he could not support his wife, children and family just by relying on poetry.

"As long as Rong is interested, Chen will feel that he is worthy and does not care what others think."

Cui Wanjun and the old lady both frowned and said nothing.

The tone in the crowd gradually became less friendly.

"You mean just relying on one face, right?"

"Where is Wen Tao's military strategy?"

Chen Yanjun looked modest and talked with the women:

"If literature is not incorporated into Confucianism and Taoism, it is of no use, and military strategy is not worth mentioning in front of all advanced cultivators."

At this time, a woman with noble makeup and a cold temperament walked out of the crowd.

She is Cui Qian'an's mother and eldest son.

"Wu Lue, I won't embarrass you. You can compose a poem in class. You can compose a poem with the same theme as climbing a building. There is no limit to the rules. Even just a few sentences are enough, so that you can have a look at the future uncle's life.

Poetics.”

Chen Yanjun really doesn’t want to be a copywriter anymore.

What's more, it's not easy to succeed in propositional writing.

Copying poetry can't save the Tang Dynasty. There is no essential difference between poetry and his face. They are all about entertaining others. There is no need to pretend to be cool.

Unless you have some insights and add some poetry...

The purpose of the Cui family today is probably to fulfill his and his wife's affairs and not let Qiu Zhuo go.

Ask him to compose a poem, probably as a subtitle.

But he didn't want to score points, so he respectfully said to the eldest lady:

"The last poem I wrote was just some insights from Chen's spiritual practice. Now, Chen has already nourished his energy and cleansed his marrow, and will no longer compose poems (for free)."

The eldest lady's posture is elegant, but her words are hidden and merciless.

"Speak out of what you feel, and don't act for others when you don't have feelings. Mr. Chen is really noble."

"If you think about it carefully, sister Yourong and niece Qiuzhuo are not like this."

Cui Yourong, Qingchuan, Qiu Zhuo... all three of them had serious faces and said nothing.

Chen Yanjun could tell that the eldest lady's words were all about Mrs. Cui getting benefits from the Cui family, but she was unwilling to sacrifice her grievances to repay the family.

At this moment!

Outside the hall door, a rapid, slightly tearful shout came into the hall——

"It's not good, the eldest young master is dying!"

"Help!"

Everyone was shocked, which young master?

When I went out, I saw a flying chariot falling into the front garden.

Sitting on the chariot, a monk sat cross-legged.

His strong body was shaking constantly, his shiny bald head was covered with sweat particles, and his six ring scars had shifted, changing color from green to black.

The face is no longer human, it is twisted into a sarcoma.

His eyes were about to fall out of his mouth, and the Sanskrit sounds in his mouth were of varying severity, and his teeth were clenched and twisted, making it difficult to describe.

His mind was completely insane, and if he hadn't used Zen techniques to forcibly calm his soul before going crazy, his physical body would have collapsed.

Chen Yanjun's heart tightened.

Isn't this exactly the symptom after Fan Yu was poisoned?

Could it be that the poison is contagious and has already spread?

And the higher the cultivation level, the faster the attack?

Looking at his distorted appearance, Chen Yanjun guessed that this person was Cui Qingru's eldest son, Cui Da, a sixth-grade Zen master. He was a monk who never tabooed food and drink.

Could it be that he ate poison?

Everyone in the Cui family was shocked. No one had ever seen such a strange disease, but their Dantian was intact.

The third lady was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground on the spot.

Cui Qingru quickly mobilized his energy, uttered Confucianism, dissolved the Qing Qi into his body, and removed the turbidity for his eldest son...

But it has no effect!

Mr. Jian Zheng also frowned and frowned. He had never seen such a strange disease before.

It is clear that his Dantian is intact and is even evolving towards a more perfect golden elixir, but his body and mind are close to collapse.

Cui Jianzheng could feel that Cui Da's condition was deteriorating rapidly. If he didn't do something, Banzhuxiang's wife would never come back.

He used his power carefully and tried to seal his spiritual and blood veins with magic seals.

Seeing Cui Jianzheng's hand hanging in the air, Chen Yanjun asked tentatively:

"Is Lord Jianzheng prepared to seal Master Cui's bloodline and spiritual veins?"

Cui Jianzheng was slightly startled and then realized that Chen Yanjun was still a student of Danlin Academy.

"Do you have any other ideas?"

Chen Yanjun already had a plan in mind and said calmly:

"Chan Master Cui must have been poisoned by some kind of poison. The core of its effect is the soul. It blocks the Dantian and blood vessels. The brain is deprived of spirit and blood, and the Zen method is loosened, which will lead to faster collapse."

"you……"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, staring at Chen Yanjun with complicated expressions and speechless.

Cui Qingru looked startled, and suddenly remembered his previous conversation with Chen Yanjun: After a few days of entering the first grade, the disciple will first complete his medical skills...

Completed in a few days!

His son was in danger. Cui Qingru was shocked and bent down towards Chen Yanjun.
Chapter completed!