European Emperor [Cultivation]

Ah, the cub is angry.

But there is no qi that can't be resolved with one night's sleep. If it doesn't work, then two sleeps.

Finally coaxed the child to be willing to sleep, Chao Yan also yawned hugely and flew to his bed.

From dawn to dusk, Chao Yancai woke up from his sleep in a daze, his body was a little sticky, he didn't eat much yesterday, even if he tried hard, he couldn't expel anything.

And one of the reasons why he didn't eat was the [-] experience points and dust-cleaning formula rewarded for completing the mission.

This morning, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep in my arms. Chao Yan took out the booklet. Fortunately, the whole day’s tumbling didn’t crumple the booklet. At the beginning, I was stunned when I saw Tianwulong's magical skills.

"Master, are you awake?" the servant asked as if he heard the commotion inside.

"I'm not awake yet," Chao Yan replied casually after studying the contents of the booklet carefully.

Domestic servant: "..."

Is the person who answered me a ghost?

The servant ignored the young master's intermittent psychosis, brought him hot water, helped him step into the tub, looked at the booklet he was holding in his hand and said, "Master, it's not too late to study hard later. .”

It was like leaning over towards Zong, they were a little panicked.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll figure it out after a while," Chao Yan said with his arm resting beside the tub.

For the food, for the gentleness of the country, and not to waste water resources, people always have to work hard.

So at the dinner table that night, all the people in Chao Zhuang were fortunate to see the scene of their young master working hard. They were so scared that Chao Zong hiccupped while eating, and looked at the paper in Chao Yan's hand with suspicious eyes. Book.

"The air is as subtle as fluff, pure and rational..." Chao Zong read beside Chao Yan, and then asked, "What is this?"

"Children don't understand," Chao Yan took chopsticks and almost stuffed shredded potatoes into his nostrils.

Such words are most likely to irritate children, especially children like Chao Zong.

The dissatisfaction with the defeat in the morning has not gone down, it may have been recorded in the deepest corner of the body, and now it is happening again, looking at the content above, "I understand it."

"How is this possible? I don't even understand it." Chao Yan suddenly turned his head to look at the child, seeing him staring at him solemnly and viciously, and finally realized that he had offended him again.

Taught the apprentice to starve to death the master.

"Then come, come, translate for me," Chao Yan stuffed the booklet into Chao Zong's hands, begging for information.

"Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep," Chao Zong's chopsticks are already in a decent grip, and the progress of various studies is advancing by leaps and bounds under the condition of Chao Yan's selective blindness.

Putting down the small burden in my heart, Chao Yan also had a very happy meal, and then after the meal, the two of them interpreted the unknown Qingchen formula together.

"First of all, the exercises need to be activated, and the air flow passes through the dantian," Chao Zong pointed to the location of Chaoyan's dantian, and said with a sullen face, "then it flows through the nine major acupoints of the body, Baihui, Qihai...the airflow follows the It flies across the body like fluff, takes away the dust and dirt, and returns to the earth, and the aura returns from the foot orifice."

The child spoke clearly and logically, without any stagnation, but looked at Chao Yan with a very subtle look when reading, just like the subtlety of an ordinary person watching another ordinary person regard a cultivation novel as a magic weapon for cultivation.

But what he said was clear and logical, if Chao Yan didn't understand anymore, he could go back to his mother's womb and be born again.

but!What did he learn during the days when he didn't watch the children read?He didn't teach it either, but could he be so awesome if he taught him how to read and write?

This is not a master of learning, this is simply a god of learning.

"Who taught you all this?" Chao Yan asked weakly.

Chao Zong stuffed the booklet back into Chao Yan's hand and said, "Self-study."

"Oh, then I'll go back first," Chao Yan inexplicably felt the contempt from the god of learning, and felt that he might have to stay far away and not be frustrated by it.

With the translation, Chao Yan also learned quickly, but he was a little depressed about taking away the dirt and dust and returning to the earth.

Those black mud and dust did not stick to him, but after returning to the earth, they fell on the ground and circled around his feet, saying that they would not touch you if they didn't touch you.

However, such a thin circle of black mud gave him an inexplicable feeling of defecating anywhere.

If you perform this cleansing formula in public, the soles of your feet will be black, it may be because the food is a bit meaty, and it may also have a bit of a bad taste, it is no different from defecation in public.

Chao Yan thought about that scene, and felt that it would be better to go to the toilet and perform Qingchen Jue in the future.

The Qingchen formula is inlaid on the technique page, so it feels good not to have to carry it with you. As for why you have to carry it with you when you have a backpack function, you have to talk about the evil backpack superimposition function.

The backpack is given five spaces, and the blood bag occupies one space. This is understandable. The remaining two bone-forging plants occupy one space, and he has no place to keep that grass. If it is taken out, it may wither. It should also make room for it.

The problem is that for the two hundred spirit stones, one grid has 99 stacks, and two grids can only hold 198. There are also two abruptly occupying his last grid.

Although there are only two, the feeling of carrying things like spirit stones in your arms is different from carrying books in your arms. It happens that if two spirit stones bulge in your chest, others may misunderstand him. gender.

Several grids are full. It is reasonable to say that if the remaining bone-forging grass is sold, it can also bring a lot of income to Chaozhuang. It is nothing for monks, but it is huge for ordinary people. wealth.

But after task two is completed, task three is not refreshed again. What if task three has to submit 999 bone-forging plants?What if this system wants to exterminate all the bone-forging plants in the comprehension world?It is more comforting to keep two trees.

After Chao Yan had practiced the dust-cleaning formula, she closed the page with her backpack full, simply out of sight and out of mind.

Think about it in another place, fullness means that he is rich, and he can't lose the things in his backpack, and he can walk around the world with his sword at any time, Chao Yan hugged his quilt and thought happily.

No tasks, no worries, Chao Yan's life has returned to the previous lazy pace.

It's just that every time I rock the recliner, I always feel like something is missing. Chao Yan thought about it with the only remaining sober brain cells in his half-dream and half-awake, only to find that there seems to be a little one missing to urge him to study hard every day and make progress every day. .

In other words, it seems that the child hasn't come to him to read and write for a long time.

Chao Yan sat up abruptly, turned his head and asked, "By the way, where has Chao Zong been recently?"

"Master, that child has gone out to play," the servant replied.

"Go out to play? When did you go out?" Chao Yan felt as if he was isolated from the world.

"I went out in the morning, don't worry, young master, he will come back at noon, and he will be watching, so he won't cause trouble for you," the servant replied.

It doesn't matter if you get into trouble, if the child doesn't get into trouble, when will he get into trouble, although the child who ran away last time was beaten a little harder and Chao Yan paid some medical expenses, but in the end all was well.

However, there is no need to say such things in detail to the servants. It is difficult to change a person's deep-rooted impression. Forcibly changing it will be counterproductive.

"Well, let the kitchen cook some mung bean soup and chill it for a while. Be careful of his heatstroke when playing crazy in the sun," Chao Yan waved his fan in a happy mood.

"Okay, master," the servant said respectfully, "Do you like to put a spoonful of sugar or two spoonfuls? The village just bought a cart of watermelons and chilled some in the well. Do you want to try it now?"

"One spoonful of sugar is enough, two spoonfuls are too sweet," Chao Yan opened his eyes excitedly, "Watermelon is not cool enough to chill in the well, there is no ice in the village, put it in the ice cellar, give me half of it first , the remaining half...children can't eat too cold ones, give me the ones in the ice cellar, and give Chao Zong the ones in the well."

"Yes, master," the servant hurried away.

Chao Yan groaned, and lay happily on the recliner, squeaking. This life is much more beautiful than in modern times.

The main reason is that eating ice watermelon is not afraid of diarrhea, which is worthy of praise a hundred times.

It should be a very happy thing for children to play together, at least in Chaoyan's view, a bunch of children are cooking and playing with grass rings, you will be my father and I will be my mother, picking flowers and fluttering butterflies, What a childlike life.

Although this routine always feels weird on the kid Chao Zong, most of the games are played in that way.

But when Chao Zong came home, his small face, which was usually rigid like a board, now drooped to the limit, and there was no trace of happiness in his eyes, but instead seemed to contain deep hatred.

That thin little figure stood there, as dull as a piece of wood, lifeless, as if no one could integrate into his world.

"What's the matter?" Chao Yan asked the servant who followed him, "Someone bullied him?"

"Master, no one dares to bully him," the servant replied truthfully, and then whispered, "Recently, the Wang family is going to hunt on the mountain again, and they say they are interested in the giant beast that injured those hunters, but everyone knows it is Chao Zong just heard about that child from the Wang family."

"Well, you go down first," Chao Yan waved, "Bring him Chao Zong's watermelon and mung bean soup."

"Yes, master," said the servant, going down.

There were only the two of them left in the room. Chao Yan was clean and fresh, without any traces of sweat. On the other hand, the child's face was covered with sweat traces. Maybe his little hands got dirt from where, and even his face became dirty. .

"Going out to play for so many days is to inquire about the Wang family's affairs?" With a word from Chao Yan, the child who was still hanging his head suddenly raised his head and said, "How do you know?"

"How I know is not important, what matters is that you want to know, why don't you ask me?" Chao Yan dug a piece of watermelon with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, "I know more than them."