Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

It was Xiao Cai outside the door. She looked slightly panicked and kept looking around.

Seeing Chu Zheng opening the door, she quickly handed over the bag in her hand:

"All the fragments are here. I put them all away that day, thinking to see if they could be repaired and let the lady calm down."

Chu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to take the baggage: "Thank you very much. I will repay the favor in the future."

Hearing this, Xiaocai looked slightly hesitant and sighed:

"The second young lady may not come back. The eldest young lady... is actually quite good. Working by her side will not cause any difficulties. You should think about your future."

After persuading, Xiaocai looked around, not daring to stay for a long time, and left in a hurry.

The Song Mansion is a century-old family that values ​​its reputation very much. If a maid and a servant meet late at night, there will inevitably be some criticism if someone sees them.

Chu Zheng closed the door and opened the cloth bag, revealing the five fragments wrapped inside. The cracks were complete and tightly closed.

[Spiritual Jade Cup (Level 0): It was once a fine jade article with special material. If it is kept warm all year round, it may have the opportunity to channel spirits and be broken by your own hands. Fortunately, the fragments are complete, and it is not difficult for you to repair it. . 】

Chu Zheng ignored the information pouring into his mind. He had no intention of repairing this jade lamp through the panel.

Miss Song might remember this fragment of jade cup one day, and if she traces it all the way, it will be easy to trace it to him.

This jade cup is the most precious instrument that his current status has access to, and he wants to use it to verify some of his guesses.

He still had a lot to figure out about the panel and needed to do some experimenting.

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In the front yard of the Song Dynasty, there is a courtyard.

The snow that fell last night has been swept away, and the wet bluestone slab is like a precious mirror, reflecting the starlight in the sky.

A figure was dancing with a sword in the courtyard, as graceful as a swimming dragon. Under the moonlight, there was a hint of perseverance in the painting-like eyebrows.

Qingfeng breathed three inches of sword energy, his sharp edge was revealed, and the sharp whistling sound was endless. The sword's power was changeable, sometimes like a violent storm, majestic, and sometimes like a clear lotus in the water, gentle and restrained.

Song Yun held the scabbard in his arms and stood quietly aside, the admiration in his eyes clearly visible.

Buzz——

Suddenly, the long sword in the woman's hand was raised high and headed straight for Song Yun.

呲——

In the blink of an eye, the long sword was sheathed in the air, and a string of dazzling sparks were wiped out.

"My lady's internal strength has improved again."

Song Yun's face was full of admiration: "In five years at most, you will be able to step into the realm of a grandmaster. There are not many grandmasters in their early twenties in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty. Our Song family is afraid that a great grandmaster will be born."

The Song family has a double jade family, a fairy seedling, and a martial arts genius. It is a widely circulated legend in the Zhou Dynasty and even the surrounding countries.

"So what if you are a great master? If you don't enter the immortal sect, you will be nothing more than a handful of loess in a hundred years."

Song Lingxue shook her head slightly, slowly drew back her power, and exhaled a long breath. The hot mist from her throat condensed into an arrow and flew nearly ten feet away before slowly dissipating.

Wisps of hot mist rose from above her head, and her clothes, which were wet with sweat, were evaporated dry by the surging blood in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Cai carried the brocade box in his hand and walked forward slowly.

Song Lingxue opened the lid of the box, took out a steaming handkerchief, wiped her hands, glanced at Song Yun, and said casually:

"Has the Jingyuan Pill been delivered?"

"Sent it away." Song Yun held the sword with both hands and bowed.

"What did he say?"

"Say it's Miss Xie."

"Nothing else?"

Seeing Song Yun nod again, Song Lingxue frowned slightly: "Did you say that I specifically asked you?"

"I said it." Song Yun lowered his head and covered his dim eyes.

"That's all."

Song Lingxue twitched her lips: "I am becoming more and more aware of etiquette, and I have gained some memory after all."

Song Yun remained silent. He could sense that Chu Zheng had indeed changed a lot. The impetuous spirit in his body was almost completely gone, and he became calm and restrained.

Even if he intended to provoke Chu Zheng with the second lady's incident, he never got the expected reaction.

This punishment may have really made him grow.

"Song Yun, you are not young anymore. Have you ever thought about starting a family?"

Song Lingxue dropped the cold handkerchief in her hand, changed the subject, and said with a smile:

"I have watched Xiaocai grow up since he was a child. I know everything about him. If neither of you objects, I will make the decision for you, get rid of your slavery, leave the house and start a family."

"Young lady is joking, how can this slave be so blessed?"

Hearing this, Xiao Cai's cheeks turned slightly red and he stepped aside slightly panicked.

Song Yun had extraordinary martial arts skills and had read poetry and books since he was a child. His status among the servants of the Song Dynasty was unique. Even if his appearance was ordinary, he was still one of a thousand.

After all, one's face cannot be used as food. Like Chu Zheng, who can't figure out his identity, one can imagine his final fate.

"Young lady has not yet married, how can I be one step ahead of you?" Song Yun raised his head and smiled, but his eyes were full of bitterness.

Precisely because they grew up together, Song Lingxue never regarded him as a real man. Song Yun had already seen through this.

"Where do these rules come from?"

Song Lingxue smiled and cursed, then became slightly depressed and sighed softly:

"Dad, I have two daughters, Lingqing and me. Now that she has entered the immortal sect, her earthly connection has been broken. I am the only one who is the leader of the Song family. In order to continue the relationship, I will definitely recruit a son-in-law in the future. I can't believe how outsiders can start a family. "

She didn't have any requirements for her future husband, she just wanted to find someone who was more pleasing to her eyes. After searching through the family, Chu Zheng was the only one who seemed more suitable.

But after repeated trials, her patience was somewhat exhausted.

She, Song Lingxue, is not a shameless and despicable person. After all, she has a bottom line. She can only do three things. If Chu Zheng doesn't want it, she won't be too demanding.

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The next morning.

When daylight broke, Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes, uncrossed his legs, rubbed his numb back, feeling a little helpless.

After trying again for a long time, he still couldn't find the sense of energy. He stayed up all night and was a little depressed.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Chu Zheng stood up, opened the door and walked out of the house.

The air outside, with the dampness and coldness of melted snow, penetrated directly into the organs.

On the ground not far away, there were already two lunch boxes, which were faintly steaming and had just been delivered.

In the lunch box, there is a bowl of porridge, six steamed buns, and six steamed buns.

People who practice martial arts have a big appetite. As for food, the Song family, as a martial arts family, will naturally not treat them poorly.

After finishing breakfast, Chu Zheng performed a set of body-fitting punches to circulate his energy and blood until his whole body was warm, and then he began to clean and tidy up the dirty room.

He is still a slave now, and since he has been told to do some things, he must do them to avoid trouble.

By the time he had basically swept the dirty room, it was already noon.

The lunch was even more sumptuous, consisting of four pounds of boiled meat, sprinkled with some salt, a large bowl of bone soup, garnished with chives, dripping with oil, a few steamed buns, and two plates of side dishes.

Even if Chu Zheng looked at it from the perspective before time travel, the standard of food was a bit too rich.

In today's ancient dynasty with low productivity, it is even more remarkable, even surpassing some of the middle class.

After finishing his lunch, Chu Zheng left the house to buy some repair materials.

Restoration, in Chu Zheng's eyes, is a very serious matter.

The restoration of every cultural relic in the past life must be done with great care. If you are careless, you will bury a piece of ancient history, which will cause many things to go wrong.

Due to the differences between the world and the background of the times, the process of searching for materials was not smooth. It was not until the sun set in the west that Chu Zheng barely found enough materials to partially repair the jade lamp.

When the sky darkened, Chu Zheng returned to the Song Mansion.

Before reaching the filthy room, Chu Zheng heard some exciting news from a servant passing by.

The second young lady of the Song family, Song Lingqing, who had not been heard from for several years, returned home.