Dugu Zongheng squinted his eyes in disdain. "Look at this old man. His grandson is just injured, yet he's so nervous. He doesn't have the demeanor of a great general. I despise him for being ranked below such a commoner.
Dugu Wudi grinned and nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. "Yes, yes. I despise him to the extreme. Heaven and Earth mourn."
All the ministers shook their heads in disdain. You Dugu Family members would shout to the heavens even if you lost a piece of skin. Yet, you're here to despise Jun Zhan Tian. You're truly shameless! However, Dugu Zongheng's words were very convincing. I reckon that he was the one who helped him think it through …
Eh? Did he think it through for a long time? This was a shocking piece of news! Could it be that the military is at odds with each other? Thinking of this, all the old foxes muttered in their hearts.
Dugu Zongheng was very happy to see his son cooperate with him. Stroking his beard, he said, "My family is still the best. Each family has more than ten people, and each one is full of vigor. Unlike the Jun Family, which only has one person."
Dugu Wudi nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. "That's right."
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. Just one sentence and you've revealed it again? Each family has more than ten people? Do you think that your wife is a sow? Truly unbearably vulgar! Besides, your three sons have nearly twenty wives. You only have ten grandchildren, and you still have the nerve to brag!
Ignoring the father and son who were boasting and praising each other, they shook their heads and walked out to go home.
Let's just treat the events of the past two days as a wonderful farce. If only I knew it would be like this … sigh …
Not long after, the palace guards saw Grandpa Jun proudly leading an old man with white hair and beard out of the palace with a medicine box in his hand. Jun Zhan Tian was riding a horse. Surprisingly, he had a sedan chair with him!
It seems that Grandpa Jun had even prepared a palanquin for the Imperial Physician before entering the palace …
This was truly … a meticulous and thorough plan!
What is called an expert? This is called an expert!
Jun Moxie and Jun Dashao lay on the bed, trying their best to look like they were dying, but in fact, they were already enjoying themselves.
The little loli Ke Er carefully served him, scooping spoonful after spoonful of crystal sugar bird's nest porridge, ginseng lotus seed soup, eight treasure hibiscus soup … In short, it was a very nutritious food that could be eaten. He ate them all with gusto. The only thing that made him unhappy was that the old man had also brought over a lot of sixth level mystical beast blood. It was said that this was also a rare nutritious food. However, Jun Moxie would pinch his nose and gulp it down every time, or pour it into the bucket beside the bed when he had the time …
It tasted terrible! I'm not a barbarian. Is there a need for you to feed me raw blood? How unhygienic is that? Aren't you afraid of having a stomachache?
Of course, this was not the only thing that made him feel good. The key was that after this injury, Jun Moxie discovered that the Hongjun Pagoda in his mind was constantly rotating at a high speed. The white fog of spiritual energy coming out from it was becoming denser and denser, scouring the meridians in his body over and over again. Especially the injured areas, they became the focus of attention. In less than a day and a night, the sword wound in his body had already healed up.
With a few coughs, he coughed out a few thick black blood clots. The heaviness in his chest had also lessened by a lot. The sword wound on his thigh looked very serious. After all, it was almost transparent. However, under the continuous nourishment of the spiritual energy, he could no longer feel the pain. Only the waves of numbness and itchiness throughout his body made Jun Moxie feel somewhat uncomfortable. However, it was also somewhat comfortable. As the saying goes, pain and happiness …
Not only that, because of this injury, the Hongjun Pagoda continued to pour out spiritual energy. It seemed as if it would not stop until the scabs on Jun Moxie's body fell off. Of course, Jun Moxie would not let go of such a good opportunity to cultivate. He straightforwardly activated the Art of Unlocking Heaven's Fortune and guided the spiritual energy through his meridians. As soon as he activated the Art, he immediately discovered something different. The spiritual energy seemed to condense and collide in his meridians. After the blockage caused by the sword wound a few times, it suddenly cleared up. At a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, he could feel the airflow in his meridians expanding and becoming thicker bit by bit …
If it was in the past, the Hongjun Pagoda would have stopped the output of spiritual energy a long time ago. However, this time, it did not have any intention of stopping. Jun Moxie was naturally happy. He simply gave up on the treatment of the sword wound and focused on guiding the spiritual energy to strengthen the airflow in his meridians.
Jun Moxie suddenly felt that his behavior was similar to a scam … The other party was helping him to treat his injury out of goodwill, but he was using this opportunity to improve himself. It was like an unscrupulous businessman using the kindness of people to make huge profits …
However …
I'd rather do this kind of scam a few more times! I've already become addicted to scamming people! It would be a waste not to scam people! Jun Moxie shouted in his heart. He grasped the speed of the 'scam' even more tightly …
Otherwise, what would he do if the spiritual energy fell back to its original state after his injury was healed? He was already used to such a high quality of spiritual energy. If he were to fall back to his original state, all he could do was cry. Was he supposed to kill himself again in exchange for this kind of cultivation environment?!
It was a pity that the output of spiritual energy would still more or less heal the injured parts. No matter how slow it was, it was still in the process of recovery. When he felt the sword wound on his thigh giving off a numbing sensation, the speed of the spiritual energy in the Hongjun Pagoda finally slowed down. After maintaining this for a while, it finally slowed down and his sea of consciousness returned to a state of silence …
Jun Moxie was startled. He finally woke up. He sighed in his heart. It seems that I haven't enjoyed enough. This kind of cultivation speed is really too fascinating. Under his inner vision, he could see a transparent stream of energy slowly flowing through his meridians. Compared to before he was injured, it had actually doubled in this short period of one night! According to the standards of this world's Xuan Qi, it was at least a level eight Xuan Qi cultivation. Moreover, it was very pure!
In this world where people below level nine were ants, even the purest eighth level Xuan Qi was not worth mentioning in the forest of Silver Xuan and Gold Xuan experts. However, one should not think that Jun Moxie's cultivation speed was slow. It had only been one and a half months since he came to this world. And in this one and a half months, his original third level Xuan Qi had risen to eighth level! This kind of cultivation speed, even those old geezers of the Supreme Divine Xuan realm would be shocked to the point that their old teeth would fall off!
If this world had an anatomical research institute, once they found out about Jun Moxie's cultivation speed, it would be strange if they didn't cut him into eight pieces for research! Jun Moxie heaved a sigh of relief. He suddenly felt that his injury this time was really … f * cking worth it! He even pondered if he should cut himself once or twice every once in a while!
A guard came in and reported, "Young Master, Young Master Tang is here to see you."
Jun Moxie replied with an 'oh'. Then, he seemed to have thought of something. He nonchalantly stuffed a cloth bag beside his pillow into the quilt. Then, he said in a weak voice, "Go and invite Young Master Tang in."
Following a series of heavy footsteps, Fatty Tang panted as he walked into Jun Moxie's room with difficulty. The large bedroom seemed to have suddenly become narrow. "Third Young Master, you scared me to death." Tang Yuan's face was full of shock. "I heard that you went to see the late Emperor and cried for half the night. Say, if we brothers were to be separated forever, how am I supposed to live!?"
Jun Moxie looked at Fatty weakly. He really wanted to jump up and kick him! But now that he had to pretend to be seriously injured, he had to let him off for a while. But the look in his eyes was so obvious that he wanted to devour someone …
I've changed. I don't say that I'm handsome anymore, even though I'm really handsome. But in one day and one night, the video was played three or four hundred times. Isn't this too … exaggerated?! >
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