"You will live here from now on."
"Yes, sir!"
Jiang Huan followed Zhong Yan and scanned the landscape in the garden, feeling happy and sighing in his heart.
I never thought that after a night of fun, I would be taken away from Sister Ping by the master and brought to this place - the courtyard where the master practices.
She and Li Jingqiu had secretly watched from a distance, not daring to come forward. If they wanted to find something, they could only go to the outer courtyard. The only people they usually saw were Yu Qingyao and Yan Sandao.
Zhong Yan glanced at her and asked with a smile: "You still call me master?"
Jiang Huan's pretty face turned red, her red lips smiled: "Yes, husband~"
"The bedroom is on the left side. I seldom sleep, so you can sleep there. After you put your things away, come to the study to find me."
"Good husband!"
Zhong Yan went straight to the study room, took out a book from the bookshelf and read it, then the next one, and the next one.
I looked through all the books on monks on the shelf and couldn't find the answer.
Jiang Huan was already waiting at the door and did not dare to disturb him.
Seeing Zhong Yan stop and frown, she said carefully: "Husband, what's wrong with you?"
"fine."
Zhong Yan showed what he thought was the most gentle and charming smile and waved, "Come Huan'er."
It is not too late.
Fortunately, Jiang Huan had been in the family since she was a child. Although he rarely cared about her mental condition, he was very good to her in other aspects such as 'food and clothing, training resources, status', etc., and never said harsh words to her.
In fact, after Xiaohuan changed her name to Jiang Huan, she lived like a young lady in the Zhong Mansion, with fine clothes and fine food, and no need to do anything except studying and practicing martial arts with Li Jingqiu.
Compared with Xiao Xuening, Zhimei, Zhilan and others, Zhong Yan can see in her eyes the same kind of love and admiration that Li Jingqiu has for him.
At this moment, Zhong extended his arms to hold her in his arms, lowered his head and pursed his lips, speaking glibly.
After a while, Jiang Huan's eyes became blurred and his body became weak.
Zhong Yan let go and saw her pink face and peach cheeks, eyes like autumn water.
"Let's talk."
"Um."
The two sat on the bench.
Zhong Yan asked her what happened before entering Zhong Mansion.
Unfortunately, it has been a long time, and Jiang Huan cannot remember many things clearly and cannot explain them in detail. There is only one sister left in the family who is two years older than her. They lived together from the Wei State to the Yan State and got separated along the way.
After being accepted by Wantang, because he was thin, sick, and illiterate, he was not taken to training and was allowed to beg on North Street until he was bought back by Jiang Ping.
"Would you feel uncomfortable if you stay in the house and are not allowed to go out?"
"No, my home is bigger than Beijie. Huan'er hasn't seen many places yet."
"In the future, you can move around as you please in Zhong Mansion, so do you know why you are not allowed to leave the house?"
Jiang Huan was a little embarrassed and said, "She looks too eye-catching and can easily attract other people's attention and bring trouble to my husband..."
"Forget it."
Zhong Yan smiled and said: "Actually, I am selfish. You are so beautiful. I don't want other men to see you too much, for fear that you will be snatched away."
Jiang Huan's heart skipped a beat, and he blinked and asked, "Husband, do you also think Huan'er is good-looking?"
"certainly!"
"Then you don't dislike Huan'er's humble background?"
"how come!"
Knowing what she was thinking, Zhong Yan paused and explained seriously: "Firstly, you are still young and at the age to practice martial arts, so as not to be delayed. Secondly, you still don't have an accurate understanding of yourself, which is confusing. I admire you but don’t dare to blaspheme easily, do you understand what I mean?”
When the girl Huaichun received a positive response, Jiang Huan felt extremely happy. Warmth flowed through her body. He nodded and pursed his lips and said lovingly: "Husband, Huan'er wants to hug you..."
Zhong Yan smiled, stretched out his arms and asked, "Then do you like me?"
Jiang Huan raised her pretty face and nodded vigorously: "I like it! Huan'er wants to stay with her husband for the rest of her life!"
Zhong Yan kissed the hair on the top of her head, stared at her affectionately and said, "But I'm afraid of losing you, afraid that you will leave me in the future."
Jiang Huan was startled, and when he met Zhong Yan's eyes, he felt that his heart was being grabbed by something inexplicably, making him feel sore and painful.
Zhong Yan said: "Last night I discovered that you have spiritual roots and extraordinary qualifications. In the future, you will definitely soar to the sky, surpassing everyone in the mansion, and become a great monk who builds foundations, golden elixirs, Yuanying, and even higher realms, attracting worldwide attention..."
Jiang Huan was stunned again, with a look of confusion on his face, and he immediately understood the meaning of Zhong Yan's previous words. He immediately threw himself into his arms, hugged him tightly, shook his head and said:
"No! Husband, Huan'er can't! Huan'er is still afraid that you won't let Huan'er go. No matter what happens in the future, Huan'er will always be by your side. You are everything to Huan'er!"
Zhong Yan rubbed his hair and held his cheeks. His eyes were filled with tears and his heart was trembling. I felt pity for him.
Emotion inevitably involves lingering between lips and teeth.
a long time.
The two of them couldn't get enough of each other and separated reluctantly.
Jiang Huan, who was still in an agitated mood, asked doubtfully: "Husband, Huan'er remembers that the steward of Wan Tang also took out the beads you used last night for me to test. Why was there no spiritual root detected?"
Zhong Yan said with a smile: "That thing can't be detected. There is a special skill for cultivating your husband, which can detect it. Don't mention your cultivation to outsiders in the future. People in the house should also pay attention. If I am not here, you will have something to do." Then look for Qingyao."
Jiang Huan nodded and said seriously: "Huan'er understands, remember."
Then Zhong Yan condensed a light of divine consciousness and struck it between her brows, "What I'm teaching you is the 'Qi Entraining Method' used by monks to sense the aura of heaven and earth. You try it first to see if you can draw the Qi into your body."
"Well! Huan'er will definitely not disappoint her husband!"
"Just practice in the next hall. If you have any doubts, just ask. I'll think of something for my husband here."
"good!"
When she left the study, Zhong Yan looked at the panel.
[Spells: Great Void Technique (Perfect 1266/1000000), Feng Tian Jiu Zhan (Perfect 0/1000000)...]
There are magic bonuses for giving birth to children, and you can usually only rely on yourself to practice.
There are 411 points accumulated at the end of the spell column, all of which come from Jiang Huan and are not used yet.
As for the magical power 'Feng Tian Jiu Zhan', judging from its experience, it is obviously a powerful secret technique on the same level as the Great Void Technique.
At this moment, Zhong Yan already has the practice method of 'Feng Tian Jiu Zhan' in his sea of consciousness.
It is activated by formulas and gestures, and mainly attacks and kills. There are nine moves in total.
But the requirements are quite high.
The nine moves are advanced layer by layer. Only when the previous move is completed can the next move be practiced, and the first move must be in the foundation building stage before it can be used.
In addition, the method emphasizes that fusing the true blood of alien beasts can help increase the power of magical powers.
I roughly realized it.
Zhong Yan did not practice immediately, but pursed his lips and began to think.
Time flies, and three hours pass in the blink of an eye.
Yu Qingyao walked in with suspicious eyes. Not only was she surprised that Jiang Huan was here, but she also saw him sitting cross-legged on the floor with his five hearts pointing toward the sky in a monk's posture.
"Mrs. Yao!" Jiang Huan stood up quickly.
"Xiaohuan is here." Yu Qingyao nodded with a smile and glanced in the direction of the study, "Is your husband busy?"
Jiang Huan reminded: "My husband is thinking about something in the study and has been in a daze for a long time."
In a daze... Yu Qingyao repeated in her mind and asked: "Xiaohuan, what did you just practice?"
Zhong Yan said that he could talk to her, and Jiang Huan said directly: "My husband said that I have spiritual roots and taught me the method of entraining energy. But I tried it all morning and it works smoothly, but I can't feel the existence of spiritual energy."
"Do you have spiritual roots?"
Yu Qingyao was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and put her hand on her head for testing, her face full of suspicion.
She asked Jiang Huan to explain her feelings in detail, and then demonstrated it herself, teaching him step by step.
As a result, Jiang Huan showed no reaction until the sun went down.
In fact, as long as one has spiritual roots and is not the kind of person whose sense of energy is extremely weak, he can usually sense the spiritual energy between heaven and earth very quickly. The difference lies in the speed of absorbing the spiritual energy.
"Could it be that my husband made a mistake?"
"I don't know." Jiang Huan shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with disappointment.
At this time, Zhong Yan finally walked out of the study, asked about the situation, and told Yu Qingyao in front of Jiang Huan that he had discovered that Jiang Huan had spiritual roots.
Yu Qingyao knew about the so-called special technique, the supreme method that could add longevity to oneself, and believed in it, but she said in confusion: "The detection beads can't detect it. I've never heard of it before."
Zhong Yan frowned and thought for a moment, then led the two of them to fly towards the last courtyard with their swords.
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