Dr. Yuan was also dumbfounded.

Using ninth-grade spiritual power to calm the soul and consecrate the soul, it not only cleanses the marrow and eliminates toxins, but can also elevate people to the third level of nourishing qi.

Although after reaching the third level of cultivating qi, the speed of advancement will slow down, but the strength of the same level can be greatly increased. The third level is still a realm that countless people can't achieve.

In the Danlin Academy of the Imperial Academy, the only person who has advanced to the third level of nourishing qi is Dr. Tan. Even the chief minister and him have not entered the third level, let alone Fang Qunyu.

"This son is a talented person. Perhaps he should be introduced to Prince Zhong earlier!"

Thinking this way, he remained calm and returned to his arrogant and rugged appearance.

"Don't get too excited, Zen Master. It's best to see if there are any remaining poisons first."

After that, he turned around and left.

After three steps, he turned back and reminded:

"Recently, someone in the inner city has been keeping an eye on the Cui family, maybe looking for various traps. The Cui family is cautious about their words and deeds. They would rather suffer a loss than let the weapons inspector fall into his hands."

In his words, he barely said the three words "Eunuch Qiu" directly.

After all, I really left this time.

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, it seems that the legend is true, Dr. Yuan is indeed loyal to the king, and this reminder is also a sign of goodwill.

Fang Qunyu didn't have time to marvel or sigh, so she stabbed Cui Da between the eyebrows with a needle.

Draw blood, test blood, go next door and inject bugs, vicious beasts and little white rabbits into their bodies...

Dr. Tan came over holding a tea cup.

"Don't worry, the sea of ​​consciousness has been fused with soul poison. However, this technique relies too much on the strength of the soul of the doctor and the patient, so it is difficult to promote it. It is really a pity."

What the doctor said is true. If it were not for the Zen master, Chen Yanjun would not dare to try it easily.

"Thank you, Doctor, for your guidance!"

Chen Yanjun thanked him again.

Tan Zhen held a tea cup in her hand, her eyes were filled with light, and she whispered softly:

"You really thank me?"

Chen Yanjun felt something was wrong and regretted it a little, but he could only nod.

"Um."

Tan Zhen's face, which had always been elegant and calm, showed a rare smile.

"When you reach the seventh level, I have a private matter that I have been tormenting for a long time, and I would like to ask for your help."

Private matters...

Thinking of the doctor's cool constitution and Dantian that resembled stars in the universe, Chen Yanjun felt that this might not be a small favor.

At the moment, he did not agree immediately, but only smiled and said:

"The cultivation of the third level of nourishing qi is slow. Han Ping entered the third level of nourishing qi at the age of sixty, and entered the ninth level at ninety-three. He died the next day, and Chen did not know when he would reach the seventh level."

"Soon."

Saying this, Tan Zhen suddenly raised her hand to peel off the upper edge of the tea cup, put the remaining part into Chen Yanjun's hand, and turned around to leave.

What kind of operation is this? Chen Yanjun was dumbfounded, holding a tea cup in his hand.

The red mist is thick and smoky on the face. Take a slight sniff and the fragrance will hit your nose. Only then will you know the rich spiritual power of this tea.

In an instant, the person almost floated up.

[Cultivation +1, progress 9/100!]

[Cultivation +1, progress 10/100!]

[Cultivation +1...]

I only took one sip, but it’s so strong?

But the question is, if I cut off the rim of the cup and drink from it, wouldn’t it count as an indirect kiss?

Chen Yanjun was holding black tea. The red clouds and mountains were surrounded by mist, and he didn't know whether he should drink it.

Chan Master Cui rolled his eyes and came closer. The enlightened monk in his eyes disappeared, and he returned to the drunken state of a meat-and-wine monk.

"Would you like our family to help you test the poison first?"

"This tea may be more terrifying than the demonic illusion just now. Are you sure you dare to drink it, Zen Master?"

The reason why Chen Yanjun hesitated to drink was not because he was thinking about such a trivial matter as indirectly kissing the doctor.

But there is an ominous premonition.

The smell of this tea is mind-blowing, but the fragrant tea smell does not come from the tea juice, but seems to come from the tea cup itself. The purpose may be to cover up the tea smell.

Not only Chen Yanjun, but also Cui Da, who was approaching, smelled the smell of tea, glanced at the blood-colored tea juice, and took a few steps back knowingly.

"This old woman wants to test you!"

Chen Yanjun was silent. He always felt that he had a special physique that attracted old women.

At this time, Fang Qunyu walked out quickly from the next door, with an excited look on his face, and said to the Zen master:

"The poisonous quality is no longer a big problem. Master Cui should go back first."

After that, he took out a thin black stone from the goldfish bag, with dense spiritual patterns engraved on its surface.

"This is the poisonous obsidian that monitors the blood spirit. The Zen master checks himself every day. If there is any problem, he will come here immediately."

"Thank you, Assistant Professor Fang!"

After taking the obsidian, Cui Da turned around and left. He was going crazy in this gloomy autopsy room and didn't want to stay any longer.

Before leaving, he walked to Chen Yanjun's ear again.

"I heard that my brother-in-law just bought it today. We will bring some good wine and meat for a visit tonight."

Chen Yanjun:

"..."

Aren't you disturbing my practice?

Before Chen Yanjun could refuse, Master Cui disappeared without a trace.

After Master Cui left, Fang Qunyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and had time to look at Chen Yanjun.

He had expected what happened today, so he couldn't say he was shocked, but he was inevitably a little emotional.

He witnessed Chen Yanjun step by step from being poisoned, to surviving by chance, to successfully cleansing the marrow, entering the third level of nourishing qi, and then making rapid progress in medical skills. Up to now, his medical skills are almost the same as his.

Even in terms of detoxification, relying on his own experience, he actually managed to do something that even he couldn't do...

This scene gradually entered the divine realm. For a genius, it would take at least seven years to happen, but for Chen Yanjun, it actually happened in seven days.

He couldn't help but feel that there are truly unparalleled geniuses...

The last person who gave him this feeling was Yin Hu's bad handsome Murong Ye, and speaking of it, he was actually Chen Yanjun's future sister-in-law.

Now, seeing Chen Yanjun holding Dr. Tan's tea cup with a confused look on his face, he instantly understood what was going on.

"This is Dr. Tan's Xingnao black tea. This is the first time I've seen her give it away... Xingnao may not be accurate, it should be called convulsion black tea."

Chen Yanjun was stunned, he had only heard of Sleepy Black Tea.

If you don’t give someone new tea as a gift, you don’t know if you’re giving second-hand tea to tease him or to tease him...

"Can I really drink this tea?"

Fang Qun Yudao:

"Actually, black tea for convulsions is also used to soothe the soul. You have to think carefully before drinking it. This may cause you to enter a torture similar to a demonic illusion in an instant. The pain will definitely be worse than marrow cleansing."

Chen Yanjun was shocked, as expected!

In this way, every time Dr. Tan drinks tea, he has to endure pain that goes beyond marrow cleansing, but he still maintains a quiet and elegant scholarly atmosphere.

"Since this tea tastes so bad, it must have a strong spiritual effect, right?"

Fang Qun Yudao:

"If your soul can resist this tea, the resistance to your Dantian and spiritual veins will be greatly improved."

Chen Yanjun's heart skipped a beat.

Improving the resistance of Dantian and spiritual veins... isn't this the most lacking condition for spiritual imitation he currently lacks?

Could it be that Dr. Tan noticed his weak single-line spiritual pressure and helped him solve the problem?

Thank you, Dr. Tan, indirect kiss, I don’t mind!

However, after much thought, Chen Yanjun still asked cautiously:

"What if I can't withstand the power of the medicine?"

"Maybe you will go crazy..."
To be continued...