The Family Is Too Invincible, Forcing The System To Be Blackened And Upgraded

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Looking at her eyes, she reluctantly gave up her love, not wanting to give more to Song Wanjun than she wanted to give.

Lower your eyes again and look at the contents of the rice paper.

receive?

How to collect it? Taking a closer look at the expression on Song Wanjun's face, Chen Mu was really worried.

If she accepted it, she would be depressed for a while.

Besides, this thing was originally kept for myself and then sold when it was of no use.

Take it back...sell it again?

Ye Qingcheng saw Chen Mu's dilemma, so he took the initiative to step forward and said: "Miss Song, in fact, this calligraphy was written by the young master himself, and I will take it to the auction city to sell it on my behalf."

As soon as these words came out, Song Wanjun's expression changed from frozen to incredulous. Immediately, stars seemed to be twinkling in her eyes.

The meaning of worship overflows uncontrollably.

Although he already knew the answer, he still couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, this poem, no, all these poems, were you written by you?!"

Chen Mu could clearly feel that Song Wanjun's respect for him at this moment was more heartfelt than before.

"It was indeed written by me." Chen Mu nodded and admitted.

This is nothing to be ashamed of, there is no need to be secretive.

When the old eunuch heard this, he sighed that this fate was really wonderful!

Maybe, there is still a chance for marriage?

Chen Tianlin, who was on the side, reached out to pick up a piece of rice paper on the table, held it up with both hands, and murmured softly, "I have traveled three thousand miles with my body, and my sword has served as a million-dollar division!"

To be honest, Chen Tianlin didn't have much research on calligraphy and poetry.

But now, coupled with the words written on the back of the paper, coupled with such domineering verses, even he couldn't help but be deeply touched.

My son, is he so talented?

I picked up a few more pictures, and the more I looked at them, the more my heart surged and it was difficult to cool down.

It is not difficult to understand why even Song Wanjun, the most talented woman in the Dawu Dynasty, showed such admiration after learning that these poems were written by her own son.

"The eldest princess has come all the way, and I have nothing to give you. Since you like my poem so much, I will write a poem specifically for you."

Chen Mu wrapped the rice paper with spiritual energy, opened it, laid it flat, and stood it in mid-air.

Then he took out the brush and dipped it in the ink that Ye Qingcheng had polished. He held it behind his back with one hand and raised the other hand to dance quickly on the rice paper.

The posture is graceful and pleasing to the eye.

Song Wanjun, Chen Lintian and others quickly walked around Chen Mu, eager to see the poem he had written.

Chen Tianlin read out:

"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick."

"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai!"

"Okay, well written!"

The old eunuch also sincerely admired, "When I see clouds, I think of her gorgeous clothes, and when I see flowers, I think of her gorgeous face. With such a natural beauty, she is either a fluttering fairy on the top of the jade mountain, or a goddess shining in the moonlight in front of the Yaotai Palace!"

He believed that this poem was perfectly suitable to describe Song Wanjun.

It reflects her beauty enough!

"Thank you so much, young master, for the reward. I will definitely treasure it!" Song Wanjun's pretty face turned red with embarrassment, and her voice was a little soft.

He deliberately buried his head, not wanting anyone to see him.

"In that case, I won't keep two more people." Chen Mu asked Ye Qingcheng to see off the guests.

Song Wanjun hesitated to speak, turned around and left Qingyun Mansion with the old eunuch.

"Mu'er, as a father, I won't bother you with your cultivation anymore."

Chen Mu could tell that what Chen Tianlin said was actually just wanting to go back as soon as possible and make himself a cup of enlightenment tea.

See through but don't tell, "Father, walk slowly."

Before leaving, perhaps I felt it was a bit inappropriate to come empty-handed and accept such expensive Enlightenment tea cakes.

Or perhaps, he would scold himself if he was worried that Chen Juexin would find out about it.

Chen Tianlin took a few steps and turned back again.

With a wave of his hand, three jade bottles with a total of fifty ninth-grade elixirs appeared on the stone table.

"I think these pills should be enough for your breakthrough."

Looking at the bottles of elixirs, Chen Mu just wanted to say:

When it comes to cultivation, doesn’t it just require breathing?

However, no matter what, it was Chen Tianlin's heartfelt wish. Chen Mu did not refuse, "Thank you, father."

Thinking of staying, it will always come in handy in the future.

Even if you don't need it yourself, you can still give it to others, get rebates, win people's hearts, etc.

Outside Qingyun Mansion.

Seeing Ye Qingcheng closing the courtyard door tightly, Song Wanjun had complicated thoughts.

Seeing Chen Tianlin passing by, he was about to walk away and immediately said, "Holy Lord, please stay!"

"What else does the eldest princess have to do?" Chen Tianlin stopped and continued: "If it has anything to do with the marriage between the two families, Mu'er doesn't agree. I really can't make the decision. I hope you understand."

"I don't like to force others."

Song Wanjun shook her head, "That's not the case. I want to ask the Holy Master to let me stay in Tianyuan Holy Land. I am willing to become a disciple of Tianyuan Holy Land."

"Princess Dawu, do you want to enter my Tianyuan Holy Land?" Chen Tianlin looked embarrassed.

How could Chen Tianlin not know about Song Wanjun's little thoughts.

My son is destined to be a peach blossom!

Feeling Chen Tianlin's eyes looking towards him, the old eunuch hurriedly said: "I think the Holy One will definitely agree."

In the view of the old eunuch, since marriage is impossible, letting Song Wanjun stay in Tianyuan Holy Land and act as a proton is an alternative.

Everyone knew that Song Ao doted on Song Wanjun, and keeping her in Tianyuan Holy Land was equivalent to grasping Song Ao's weakness.

In this way, Tianyuan Holy Land no longer has to worry about whether the Dawu Dynasty will have a rebellious heart.

The old eunuch couldn't help but admire Song Wanjun's intelligence.

Little did he know that what he was thinking was completely different from what Song Wanjun was thinking. They were not on the same level at all.

"In that case, take this token and report to the inner courtyard." Chen Tianlin transformed a token and handed it to Song Wanjun.

Unusually, she was promoted to an inner court disciple.

After all, she is a princess of a country and is very likely to become her daughter-in-law in the future. She cannot be allowed to start as a handyman like the others, right?

"Thank you, Holy Master." Song Wanjun raised her hands and received the token respectfully.

Looking up again, Chen Tianlin had disappeared without a trace.

"Eunuch Yan, please forgive me for my father's side." Song Wanjun said to the old eunuch.

"Please rest assured, eldest princess, I will do my best!"

Based on what he saw and heard in Qingyun Mansion today, the old eunuch believed that Song Ao would definitely admire Song Wanjun's flexible thinking after hearing this.

Immediately, the two separated.

The old eunuch walked towards Feizhou.

Song Wanjun turned around and went to the inner courtyard to report. As she walked, she admired the poem that Chen Mu gave to her. She kept praising it.

The blush on her face was even worse than before.

No matter how many compliments others received, in her eyes, they could not compare to these four lines of poetry.

Realize that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world!

…

As for Chen Tianlin, he had already returned to the Holy Lord's Mansion.

Gurgling!

Use palm fire to quickly boil a pot of cold water.

Then carefully break off a corner of the tea leaves and put them in.

He put the lid on the pot and said with an impatient expression, "It's been half a year since I last drank this Enlightenment Tea. I hope I can have the opportunity this time to experience the physical and mental pleasure of enlightenment again."

The higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult it is to achieve enlightenment.

Especially for a strong man like Chen Tianlin.

But correspondingly, the rewards you can get from an epiphany are much higher than others.

Looking at such a large piece of Enlightenment Tea Cake in his hand.

Thinking, no matter what, you can have an epiphany, right?

Chen Tianlin thinks he has good luck.

Little did he know that this Enlightenment Tea was completely different from the Enlightenment Tea he was familiar with.