Fairy, help me practice

　Chen Yao opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

　The system had indeed not detected any entries for the women around him for a long time: Su Quanyu, Jiang Bailin, Su Ning...

　He always thought it was because their talents were not outstanding enough...

　Is not it?

　Taoist Qingniu released his hand, stroked his beard and smiled: "This all started with you practicing the double rest method."

　"Yes, is there any hope?"

　The matter is of great importance and Chen Yao cannot ignore it.

　Taoist Qingniu laughed and said, "No problem, I will help you improve your cultivation and help you reach a higher level!"

　As he said that, he pushed Chen Yao into the thatched hut.

　Chen Yao could see a hint of excitement on Taoist Qingniu's face: "Master, is it not possible for us not to go in?"

　"No! Stop talking nonsense!"

　Taoist Qingniu pressed him down on the straw couch and began to fiddle with the broken wooden table in front of the window, which was filled with a variety of medicines and bottles and jars. After an incense stick of time, he handed a black porcelain bottle to Chen Yao.

　"Drinked."

　Chen Yao opened it and smelled it, and a spicy smell hit his head.

　"This is a heat medicine that clears the yang in your lower body. Once it clears the yang, I can help you return to your true essence. By then, not only will your talents be fully restored, but you will also be incredibly brave, adept, and efficient in bed and in dual cultivation. Unless..."

　Taoist Qingniu stopped talking.

　"Unless what?"

　"Unless you are willing to have your golden elixir destroyed and rendered useless, then you don't have to drink it!"

　After hearing his frightening words, Chen Yao thought that Taoist Qingniu had no grudge against him, and there should be nothing on him worth his covetousness, so he would not have any bad intentions.

　At most, he knew from taking her pulse that she could detect a woman's innate talent and wanted to explore it. Even if he wanted to claim it for himself, he wouldn't dare cause any damage to his own body, as that would be a waste of time.

　After thinking it over again and again, Chen Yao made up his mind and held his breath as he poured the bottle of potion down his throat.

　It was like swallowing a throat full of broken glass, and soon, the messy stinging sensation went down to the lower abdomen.

　Chen Yao's body suddenly raised up, as if it was about to explode.

　Taoist Qingniu looked at the huge tent and couldn't help feeling envious. He waved his hand and drove the stunned Qingniu out.

　He said to Chen Yao in a bad mood: "Purify your heart and reduce desires, and return to your roots."

　“It’s a bit difficult…”

　"Bear it!"

　Taoist Qingniu took out an acupuncture bag, picked up a row of slender silver needles, and pointed his two fingers at Chen Yao. The silver needles pierced his acupuncture points accurately.

　A numbing and itchy feeling rises from various acupuncture points and gathers in the lower abdomen at the same time.

　Chen Yao's breathing became heavy. If Jiang Bailin came in at this moment, he was afraid that he would really lose his mind and fight with her.

　After about half an incense stick of time, Taoist Qingniu rose up and flew over Chen Yao's head, pressing his fingertips directly on the Baihui point on the top of his head.

　A cool spiritual energy descended from the top of the head and spread to every limb and bone. The surging numbness, itching, tingling and desire were all gently soothed.

　Chen Yao let out a long breath of comfort, and a wisp of extremely smelly black air came out of his mouth.

　"Perform the dual cultivation method once."

　Above his head, Taoist Qingniu said lightly.

　Chen Yao followed his instructions and started practicing the dual cultivation method.

　At every critical moment, the fingers pressing against the center of his head would release spiritual energy and fiddle with the spiritual energy that was running according to the magic formula, guiding it back to its origin.

　Before I knew it, night fell and it was quiet outside the thatched hut, with only the chirping of insects.

　Chen Yao's method was completed and the fingertips above his head were retracted.

　He felt a little exhausted. When he opened his eyes, he found that not only was his whole body drenched in sweat, but even the straw couch he was sitting on was damp.

　Taoist Qingniu landed slowly, a look of accomplishment and satisfaction on his face: "How do you feel?"

　Chen Yao just felt exhausted, but he understood that after the guidance of Taoist Qingniu, the ordinary quality dual cultivation method had probably been transformed into the best quality one by him, and he no longer needed to learn it again. The path of the meridians was naturally imprinted in his mind.

　"Thank you, Masato."

　He thanked her weakly.

　Taoist Qingniu stroked his beard and smiled: "Don't be in a hurry to thank me. Wait until you have a good rest and are truly practicing dual cultivation, then you can truly thank me! Hahahaha..."

　After saying that, laugh

　Then he walked away.

　In an instant, the night was quiet, the mountains were empty, the bright moon hung in the window, and everything seemed as fresh and refined as if washed by water.

　Chen Yao could no longer hold on and fell headfirst onto the straw couch, falling into a deep sleep.

　When the mountain mist brought the first ray of sunlight and caressed his cheek, he woke up slowly to the call of the little Taoist boy. He felt relaxed all over, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth unconsciously seeped into his pores.

　"You finally woke up."

　The little Taoist boy was sitting on the ground beside the straw couch, holding a long straw stick in his hand. When he saw Chen Yao open his eyes, he quickly threw the straw stick away.

　Chen Yao stood up and found that the straw couch under him had been replaced with a dry and thick straw mat at some point.

　"What time is it now?"

　The little Taoist boy chuckled and said, "If you're asking what time of day it is, it's shortly after the hour of Mao. If you're asking what time it is since you came to Qingfeng, it's three days and one night."

　"Three days?"

　Chen Yao stood up and walked out of the thatched hut quickly. He used his spiritual sense and found that there was no trace of Jiang family members on the entire mountain.

　Jiang Bailin was not here either.

　"where are they?"

　"Let's go!"

　The little Taoist boy came to Chen Yao's side, stretched out lazily in the mountain breeze and morning mist, with a relaxed look on his face.

　"Walk?"

　The little Taoist boy glanced at him and said, "You've been cured, why don't you leave?"

　"Why didn't you call me?"

　"The ancestor said that you have just been reborn and need to rest naturally. Of course, we can't call you. Besides, you won't wake up even if we call you... Uh," the little Taoist boy quickly shut up, secretly glanced at Chen Yao, and saw that he didn't react, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Now that you're awake, you can naturally go down the mountain. Take care, and come visit often! It would be even better if you can bring some fun and delicious food..."

　Before he could finish his words, Chen Yao rose from the ground and flew into the sky.

　The little Taoist boy stomped his feet and knocked off the green hairpin on his head. His beautiful hair flowed like a waterfall, his lips were red and his teeth were white. He was clearly a very cute girl.

　"Hmph! You're such a heartless guy! Hate you!"

　She pouted and stuck out her tongue in the direction where Chen Yao disappeared.

　Chen Yao had no time to hear her words, as he had already flown hundreds of miles away on his sword.

Chapter 292 Never Bow

　When Chen Yao returned to the Jiang family's base, the place was filled with a sense of wartime tension.

　Every Jiang family member he met was not talkative and was full of murderous intent.

　"You're back!"

　Jiang Baisha has gotten rid of the wheelchair and his skin has grown back, but the bumpy burn marks will never heal.

　When he saw Chen Yao, he put his arm around his shoulders and looked him up and down, just like an older brother who hadn't seen his younger brother for a long time.

　"Thin."

　Chen Yao felt somewhat uncomfortable, especially when he thought of Su Ning.

　"Would you like to meet your sister-in-law?"

　Jiang Baisha seemed to have done it on purpose.

　Chen Yao carefully studied his expression and could not see any trace of sarcasm or ridicule.

　"Where's Bai Lin?"

　He looked around and found that the area around the small building was very deserted.

　Jiang Baisha sighed with a wry smile, "She is commanding the battle at the front line."

　"Has the war already started?" Chen Yao was mentally prepared, but he still didn't expect it to happen so soon. "Take me to see the ancestor."

　Jiang Baisha nodded.

　Jiang Mengyang still couldn't get out of bed and was too weak to say much, but his eyes had regained their sharpness.

　Seeing Jiang Baisha bringing Chen Yao in, his somewhat depressed spirits perked up slightly.

　"How are you, kid? Did that blue bull bully you?"

　Jiang Mengyang said half-jokingly.

　"No, I should thank Qingniu Zhenren instead. What do you think, ancestor?"

　Jiang Mengyang waved his hand weakly: "I'm old now. From now on, the South China Sea belongs to you young people."

　He waved to Chen Yao and drove Jiang Baisha out.

　Chen Yao came closer and Jiang Mengyang held his hand.

　"Bai Lian isn't cut out to be the boss, Bai Lin is impulsive and reckless, while Bai Sha is too patient and cautious. Those old men aren't any less capable either..."

　Jiang Mengyang's words made Chen Yao feel like he was entrusting his son to someone else, and he couldn't help but comfort him: "Everything is still under the control of the ancestor."

　Jiang Mengyang sighed dejectedly, "I'm old. I won't admit my age until I go through this life-or-death crisis."

　Looking at his depressed mental state, he seemed like two completely different people from when they first met, and Chen Yao sighed.

　"Although you are from a different family, Bai Lian and Bai Lin have good judgment, and so do I. Jiang Clan will probably have to rely more on you in the future."

　Chen Yao wanted to think of some words to refuse, but when he saw Jiang Mengyang's hopeful and sad plea, his heart softened.

　The end of a hero is always contagious.

　So he held Jiang Mengyang's hand tightly: "Don't worry, ancestor, I will do my best. For your trust, and for Bai Lian and Bai Lin."

　Jiang Mengyang then let go of his hand with relief, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye.

　When Chen Yao walked out of Jiang Mengyang's rest area, he was confronted by Jiang Bailin who came down from the sky in a hurry.

　Seeing Chen Yao was very happy, she waved to the servants, "Water!"

　The servant hurriedly trotted over the tray. Jiang Bailin grabbed the teapot and gulped down the tea, then quickly walked to Chen Yao's side.

　At this time, Jiang Baisha also came over: "Is there any good news?"

　Jiang Bailin finished a pot of water and said with a smile: "The Pang family has been suppressed by us and has retreated into hiding. The Li family has been completely uprooted by me.

　! ”

　"You didn't touch Ni!"

　Jiang Baisha was a little nervous. The Ni family was the most prestigious family in Jiujiang, and their power was naturally much stronger than the Jiang family. The Jiang family could not afford such a long battle line.

　Jiang Bailin glared at him: "I'm not a fool! Let Ni deal with him last!"

　Jiang Baisha said, "The Ni family doesn't have a clear bias in this war. We can discuss whether to do it or not later."

　Jiang Bailin snorted, waved his finger at the small building, and motioned for the two to go inside and talk.

　After a while, Jiang Mengmeng, Jiang Mengtai and the elders in charge of several families entered the small building.

　Chen Yao's performance in Chao Qingfeng was outstanding, so everyone started to look at him with a new respect, at least their eyes were much kinder than before.

　Jiang Mengmeng actually patted him on the shoulder.

　"We have completely surrounded the Pang family's headquarters. Anyone who shows their head will be beheaded. A rough estimate is that one-third of Pang's men are dead."

　Jiang Bailin's eyebrows danced with joy, and he pounded the table with his fists: "We, the Jiang family, must let the entire Jiujiang know that even if we switch from being open to being secretive, we are still not something they can covet!"