Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Now, Song Nianru’s plan is: since her soul cannot fully control this body, let the spiritual power take control.

As long as there is spiritual power in her body, she can naturally control this body by controlling the spiritual power.

This was the fastest way she could think of to solve the problem.

After a while, Song Nianru felt the heat in his dantian gradually receding, and immediately mobilized his mental power to look inward. Sure enough, he saw that there was a pale purple thunder spirit root in the dantian of this body.

This thunder spirit root is still very weak now, slowly stretching out like a small bean sprout, as if eagerly waiting for the watering of rain and dew.

Song Nianru took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and skillfully drew the energy into his body.

As the spiritual energy around the body slowly flowed in, the thunder spirit root grew and solidified little by little, gradually emitting a faint purple light.

Song Nianru already felt the spiritual energy in her body.

But she didn't stop immediately, instead continuing to guide the surrounding spiritual energy into her body. During this process, she felt her body gradually become lighter, and in a trance, it seemed as if the harmony between soul and body had also improved.

I couldn't help but feel happy, knowing that this was the right path.

It seems that as long as I persist in practicing in the future, it will not be difficult to completely control this body in the end.

After a long while, with a soft "pop" sound from within her body, Song Nianru successfully broke through the first level of Qi Refining. After practicing for a while longer, her cultivation gradually rose to the second and third levels of Qi Refining.

When he reached the third level, Song Nianru temporarily stopped practicing.

After all, this body had been frozen for several days. If too much spiritual energy poured in at once, she was afraid that this body would not be able to withstand it and would self-destruct, and then there would be no fun.

It’s better to adapt slowly and step by step.

At that moment, Song Nianru stopped practicing the skills, slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and stretched his muscles a little. He found that his body flexibility and strength had been significantly improved.

Although I am not as flexible as a normal person, I look much more normal overall. When I look in the mirror, I find that the person in the mirror looks much more pleasing to the eye.

Perhaps the beauty pill and body pill have started to take effect. Now Song Nianru's face has a bit of life on it, and the faint blue color in her skin has faded, turning into pure white.

The dead air between his eyebrows and eyes also dissipated a lot.

He immediately slipped out of the space and saw that it was already getting late. Song Nianru touched the hard VIP card in her pocket and immediately decided to go to the Paramount that Song Hengchen mentioned to join in the fun.

The night breeze blows gently.

The master and servant boarded a rickshaw outside their home. The dim light from the street lamp cast a shadow on them, stretching them like monsters.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going.

The huge neon lights of the Paramount flickered in the distance, and the sounds of clamor and singing and dancing came from afar, outlining a prosperous scene in this troubled world, attracting countless people to come here for fun.

"Miss, it's so lively here!"

Caiyun held Song Nianru's arm, her eyes shining with excitement.

Song Nianru smiled faintly, but felt a little sad in her heart. They say it's better to be a dog in peacetime than a man in troubled times.

Don’t be fooled by the current prosperity in Yuncheng. However, in the plot, warlords later fought each other, and forces from various countries intervened. Yuncheng had already become someone else’s meal and meat in the stomach.

In the thirty years since Jiang Shangbin came to power, Yuncheng has experienced more than ten wars of varying sizes, and the people can be said to be living in dire straits.

Later, even the old houses of the Jiang and Song families became ruins, let alone this tiny Paramount.

At that moment, Song Nianru was helped out of the car by Caiyun, and the master and servant walked into the gate.

The doorman, wearing a white uniform and a bright red bow tie, welcomed the two of them in with a smile when he saw Song Nianru present her gold card.

In an instant, the atmosphere of decadence and extravagance hit you in the face.

"Red roses bloom in the sea of ​​people, who cares about this lonely dressing table; the wine in the cup sways helplessly, the wind blows, and the past becomes a blank;"

"...Red roses wither in the sea of ​​people. Who will clean up the melancholy wreckage..."

On the stage, a woman in a gorgeous cheongsam was facing the microphone and singing charmingly. Her melodious voice lingered in the air.

Coupled with her enchanting dance moves and the flying folding fan in her hand, she often drew applause, and some people whistled and cheered loudly, and the atmosphere of the whole performance became more and more exciting.

Song Nianru was led by another waiter to a private seat on the second floor.

The view here is very good, and you can overlook the whole scene without lowering your head.

Caiyun clapped her hands vigorously: "Miss, she sings so well!"

Song Nianru nodded.

Indeed, even though the microphone and sound equipment at that time were not very good, the singer's excellent voice and skills were enough to make up for these shortcomings, making it a complete audio-visual feast.

This trip was well worth it.

The waiter brought a huge tray with various drinks and snacks. Caiyun gave a three-dollar tip - she saw that the same amount was given by the table next to her.

Then he smacked his lips in pain.

"Humph, so petty!"

Suddenly, there was a rude laugh from a private seat in the back.

Song Nianru frowned slightly.

Looking back, she saw a young woman in a dress looking at her provocatively, with naked contempt in her eyes. Caiyun bit her lip and muttered softly:

"Miss, ignore her."

Song Nianru recognized that this person was the original owner's mortal enemy, Chen Simei, the second daughter of the Chen family. The reason for their feud was that Chen Simei, like the original owner, liked to chase after the Third Young Master Jiang.

Another thing is that the Chen family is also involved in politics, and their political views are often inconsistent with those of the Song family.

She smiled indifferently, picked up the champagne in her hand and took a sip, then shook her hand, and the remaining wine in the glass turned into a parabola and fell accurately on Chen Simei's face.

"It's your drink, you're welcome!"

Song Nianru raised her empty wine glass and gestured to the other party gracefully.

"Song Nianru, you want to die!!"

Chen Simei's heart went up in flames, and at the same time, there was a burst of excited boos from the surroundings. These young masters and young ladies, whether they were nobles from Yuncheng, came to the Paramount to have fun and watch the excitement.

No matter what happens, they are always happy to watch a good show.

Chen Simei was so angry that she was shaking all over. Her hair, which she had carefully styled before going out, was messy and her makeup was smudged. The wine dripped down her cheeks and hair, soaking a large area of ​​her clothes on her chest.

The whole person looked embarrassed.

Her eyes burned with rage, and she rushed over in two or three steps, raising her hand to slap Song Nianru. Caiyun screamed in fear and rushed forward to block it.

How could Song Nianru let her be beaten?

She grabbed Chen Simei's wrist and sneered:

"Why, Miss Chen is so ungraceful, are you planning to throw a tantrum in public?"

Chen Simei struggled hard for a few times, but found that she couldn't get free at all. She had no choice but to put her hand down and said angrily:

"Song Nianru, who do you think you are? No wonder Third Young Master Jiang would rather elope than marry you!"