Seeing Chen Yanjun's serious look, Qiu Zhuo shook his head and said coldly:

"That's all, I'm going to find my aunt, and you two can have a nice conversation..."

After saying that, he turned around to leave. Suddenly he remembered something and turned around and said:

"Also, the palace protection formation here is isolated by my aunt's sword energy. No one will know what is happening here except my aunt herself."

Good guy, it’s almost like it’s been made clear...

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, this good daughter is also very good at sending her mother off.

At the same time, Chen Yanjun could tell that Murong Ye had unusual authority in the Prison Suppression Department.

However, if you are doing business with your wife, it is not a problem to be watched by your sister-in-law.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Chen Yanjun always felt that Qiuzhao's family was completely defenseless against Murong Ye.

Is this sister-in-law so reliable?

"Wait a minute, I need your help with something!"

Chen Yanjun stopped Qiu Zhuo from stepping onto the Snow Owl.

Qiuzao was startled.

"What's up?"

"Recently, I want to practice soul arts. Please help me go to the Imperial Academy to borrow some soul arts books, basic ones, advanced ones, even forbidden arts... I want them all!"

After this incident, Chen Yanjun fully realized the importance of soul magic.

Even Lord Si Zheng, who was in the third level of cultivation, couldn't tell the source of Huang Chao's voice. He thought it was the soul sound made by the flying eel, but he saw that the flying eel was just a transit point.

After Qiu Zhuo left, Chen Yanjun also had enough to eat and drink, so he took the wine cup and poured a sip of wine into his lady's delicate lips.

The rays of light rose, illuminating the Yinhu Palace, and then slowly fell on the boulders by the lake and the lady's face.

"Master, do you want to ask me something?"

Cui Yourong lowered his head and said.

"Can't hide it from Madam."

It is said that people tell the truth after drinking... Chen Yanjun indeed has something to ask his wife.

"Three years ago, my wife fell into the water and rescued me. Do you have Murong Ye's opinion?"

Cui Yourong was suddenly startled.

"Young master, you all know?"

Sure enough there is!

Chen Yanjun was shocked, but said calmly:

"I only know a general idea, but I don't know the specific details yet."

Cui Yourong thought for a while and then spoke eloquently.

"Since Xiaoye has accepted the young master as his deputy, there is nothing to keep secret."

"Ten years ago, when Xiaoye was practicing craftsmanship, he was watching the sky at night and suddenly got inspiration and wanted to make a magic weapon that can measure the size of dice."

"She quickly put this idea into practice and actually built a measuring machine the size of a fingernail. It only needed a very small amount of spiritual power to drive it and sealed it under the ribs at the Tanzhong point on her chest."

"This thing is very delicate, but since the advent of the measuring machine, Xiaoye will lose every bet, but she can measure the long-term things very accurately."

The more Chen Yanjun heard, the more outrageous he became. He made his own gambling cheating device, and it turned out to be a magical device for peeping into the sky?

Is this the source of her magic stick?

Is fear of heights a sequelae of voyeurism?

"What did she spot?"

Chen Yanjun asked curiously.

Cui Yourong said calmly:

"She rarely mentions this matter to others, at least my grandfather doesn't know about it yet."

"For example, she was the first person to see that the person behind the Prison Suppression Division was the eldest princess."

"She said many years ago that there were monsters in Chang'an, but no one cared."

"She once joked with brother Cui Da that he would suffer disaster but would be saved by a noble person."

"She even knew that she might die on the first day she met Deputy Xu, so she assigned the simplest tasks to her every time, only to be suspected..."

"The reason why Xiaoye lowered her cultivation level to the fifth level was because the magic weapon consumed too much spiritual energy. She had to temporarily lower her cultivation level and enter the third level of Qi nourishment to protect her Dantian and Yuan Shen!"

The more Chen Yanjun listened, the more he felt that this woman was outrageous. She had gleaned so many secrets, and her lifespan might be limited.

"What about what happened three years ago?"

Cui Yourong stood up and stood by the lake with his hands behind his back.

"Three years ago, when the young master was at the Wei River, Xiaoye and I were passing by on horseback. At that time, the horse... was indeed drunk and got drunk by a drunk Xiaoye."

Chen Yanjun:

"..."

Cui Yourong continued:

"I saw that the young master obviously couldn't swim, but he had the courage to save people, and I thought it might be fate, so I brought the young master home."

"As for what happened next, Xiaoye hasn't mentioned it yet."

"I also asked Xiaoye during this period, but she completely forgot about what happened that night and just said it was up to me."

Chen Yanjun listened for a long time, do you dare to admit that Murong Murong is the heroine?

She obviously hid something from Madam.

Chen Yanjun guessed that she foresaw the chaos in the world and that the anti-poetry on Qingwuyuan might be the key.

She probably thought that she was the son of the plane, so she ran to interpret poems many times... Unfortunately, she was not.

Could this woman have figured out the identity of the son of his plane in advance?

"No matter what, whether she foresees it or not, it doesn't affect my decision to marry my wife."

"Um."

Saying this, Chen Yanjun hugged his wife, looked at the sunrise, and kissed her cold snowy forehead.

He talks about beauty, but in his heart he is worried: before he even gets the beauty, he is being targeted by Huang Chao and wants to participate in world affairs...

He must become stronger quickly!

After the lady left, Chen Yanjun opened the bag of tips she left behind... My goodness, there were actually cultivation resources worth tens of thousands of jade in there.

Enough for him to reach the eighth level of cultivation!

…

Chang'an inner city, west, Qitian Peak.

Qitian Peak is as steep as a pillar and looks like a long sword piercing the sky. Its top is almost flush with Tianyuan Palace, so it is also called Qitian Peak.

On the top of the mountain, there is a small Taoist temple called Tai Chi Temple.

Tai Chi Temple has neither the practice of Tai Chi nor the Bagua formation. It can barely even be called a Taoist temple.

It was just surrounded by small wooden houses on all sides, leaving a piece of wasteland in the middle and a locust tree whose age could not be determined.

The top branch of this locust tree probably exceeds the base of Tianyuan Palace, but still no one dares to touch this locust tree.

In the Tai Chi Temple, I don’t see any Taoist boys all year round.

There is only one old man who has lived alone for many years, wielding a hoe and working in the yard all year round.

Weeds crop up one after another, and the hoeing is never finished.

This day.

In the misty morning glow, golden light suddenly shot out, like boiling molten steel, splashing out, surrounding the sun disk and rising slowly in the mountains!

For a long time, the clouds turned layer by layer from dark red to dazzling golden, and became more and more intense, dyeing the whole world red in the blink of an eye.

"I haven't seen such a magnificent morning glow for a long time."

The octogenarian man bent over to wipe his sweat and couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, a crow flew into the temple and turned into lines of splashed ink characters.

"The five-element original poem was interpreted. Wang Xianzhi and Huang Chao sent the poisonous beast to lurk in Chang'an. The person who interpreted the poem was imprisoned for communicating with the poisonous beast."

The octogenarian suddenly burst into laughter, holding on to the locust tree and laughing so hard that he almost vomited blood and almost rolled around in the deserted yard.

He smiled and smiled, and in a blink of an eye he turned into a feminine and handsome look.

The feminine man looked up at the sky. It was clearly daytime, but the stars of the universe were reflected in his eyes.
Chapter completed!