As soon as Song Ningyan left, Changsun Fengye came in with his back foot.
He went straight to the yard, sat opposite Chen Qingyuan, and put two pots of good wine.
"The best wine of the ethereal palace, taste it!"
Changsun Fengye made a "please use" gesture.
"Have you poisoned it?"
Chen Qingyuan picked up a pot and asked by the way.
"It's off." Changsun Fengye said with a smile.
The two looked at each other, and both opened the wine stopper at the same time, filled the glass, and raised the glass to drink.
Last time Chen Qingyuan was worried that Changsun Fengye had made small moves, so he did not drink the wine he brought. This time, I deliberately asked whether it was poisoned, which eased the unpleasantness of the first meeting.
As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other. Chen Qingyuan and Changsun Fengye slowly became familiar with each other by taking advantage of their alcohol and talking freely.
The two of them chatted and began to be like brothers and laugh.
I drank this wine for two hours.
Of course, two pots of wine were not enough. Later, Changsun Fengye directly moved out a small winery and tossed around casually.
"In the competition just now, you must still have a lot of cards hidden."
With the feeling of Changsun Fengye, this can be inferred.
"Aren't you?"
Chen Qingyuan smiled and asked.
"With each other." Changsun Fengye smiled deeply: "Next time I fight again, I hope to see all your strength."
"Then wait!"
In this way, the two of them stopped drinking until night fell.
Changsun Fengye left here and returned to his guest room.
Staying in the house, Chen Qingyuan meditated and adjusted his breath.
In the inner hall of the Song family, the senior management is discussing today's matter.
For the strength shown by Changsun Fengye, everyone was only shocked by the prohibition, and nothing else.
After all, Changsun Fengye is the strongest young demon in the northern wilderness. If he didn't have this ability, he would have been trampled down by his peers.
The Song family is talking more about Chen Qingyuan.
"On the surface, Mr. Chen is not exposed, but in fact, he is deeply hidden. If it hadn't been for the appearance of the Holy Son of the Palace, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to see through it.
"Of course, it's not simple to be accepted as a personal disciple by Vice President Yu, but I didn't expect it to be so simple. Although he found another way to barely reach the realm of swordlessness, he also had excellent strength and talent. If this matter reaches the ears of those kendo majives, it will probably go crazy.
"If this son does not die, the future is unlimited."
Everyone sighed with emotion, sighing that the generation of young people of the Song family did not carry the tripod.
With the ability of Daoyi School Palace, it is easy to hide the foundation of the holy golden elixir. Therefore, the great people didn't think much about this.
However, Chen Qingyuan has not only one golden elixir in his body, but three.
I saw Chen Qingyuan's performance with my own eyes. The old owner Song Wenxian was excited, and he was more determined to match Chen Qingyuan and Song Ningyan. As for whether it can be done or not, it depends on the fate of the two.
The future of Qingzong will fall on Chen Qingyuan's shoulders. With his talent, he will be able to revive the power of Qingzong and wipe out all enemies in the day.
Song Wenxian looked at the direction of Chen Qingyuan's residence and muttered to himself.
After a few days, the ethere holy land proposed to leave.
The senior management of the Song family sent gifts all the way, and the gifts were thoughtful.
Changsun Fengye and Song Ningyan got along with each other for several days and spoke no more than five times. Seeing this situation, both families know that the marriage is hopeless, and they don't like each other!
It's a headache.
The older generation feels helpless, but there is nothing they can do.
Fortunately, the trip to the ethed holy place was not in vain. Part of the cooperation with the Song family was reached, and the relationship between the two forces was much more harmonious.
Before leaving, Changsun Fengye looked for Chen Qingyuan and said goodbye to him: "Brother Chen, I'm looking forward to our next meeting."
"Goodbye."
Chen Qingyuan nodded gently, hoping that Changsun Fengye would not be swallowed up by the second personality.
After leaving the ethere holy place for a few days, Chen Qingyuan also planned to return to the Daoyi Academy as soon as possible.
I always feel uncomfie to stay in the Song family.
When Chen Qingyuan put forward the idea of leaving, Song Wenxian, the owner of his hometown, secretly came to the guest hall in the evening.
In the dead of night, deep in the secluded guest room, there is an old man and a young man.
"Senior, why are you here?"
A breeze blew open the window, and Song Wenxian appeared. Seeing this, Chen Qingyuan hurriedly saluted.
"You boy is leaving tomorrow. I'm coming to see you off."
Song Wenxian said kindly.
"I dare not let my predecessors come to see him off. If there is anything wrong, just send someone to send a message."
Top powers like Song Wenxian came to see him off. Chen Qingyuan didn't believe it. He muttered in his heart and was restless.
"Don't be so nervous. I just came to chat with you. I have no other intention."
Song Wenxian saw through Chen Qingyuan's thoughts at a glance and said with a smile.
"Do you really have nothing to tell the younger generation?"
Chen Qingyuan asked in a low voice with a trace of skepticism.
"No, don't worry!"
Really, why are you so cautious? Song Wenxian felt that he had behaved very easy-goingly. He didn't think that Chen Qingyuan was full of thorns all over his body, for fear that he would eat him.
If you really don't have an intention, why do you have to come here all night?
I was in a panic.
Chen Qingyuan said a few words in his heart, and on the surface, he had to respectfully pour a cup of tea for Song Wenxian: "Senior, drink tea."
"Uh-huh." Taking a sip of tea, Song Wenxian stared straight at Chen Qingyuan.
The more I looked at it, the more satisfied I became, and my eyes flashed.
Chen Qingyuan was stared at and his throat rolled a few times, praying that Song Wenxian had no special hobbies.
"Kid, your competition with Changsun Fengye on that day should not be your real combat strength!"
Song Wenxian said softly.
Chen Qingyuan smiled and did not answer this question.
"I don't have any wrong thoughts about you. I'm going to come to you tonight to tell you. If you encounter trouble that can't be solved outside, and it's not convenient for Daoyi Xuegong to come forward, you can come to the Song family.
Of course, Song Wenxian will get closer to Chen Qingyuan at this time. In the future, the return of the name of the ancestor to Qingzong can also save some trouble.
Moreover, the rise of the Song family is inseparable from Qingzong, and this kindness must be retried.
"Senior, what do you mean by this sentence... What is it?"
Chen Qingyuan was suddenly stunned and asked in surprise.
"The Song family, I would like to protect you."
Song Wenxian looked kind and his eyes were soft.
"This..." After getting an accurate answer, Chen Qingyuan was stunned.
What did I do? Why is the Song family willing to protect me?
With the strength I have shown alone, can the ancestor of the Song family, the head of the ancient clan in the northern wilderness, come forward in person?
Impossible!
The Song family has been preparing for famine for many years. What kind of demon has never been seen before? It can't be so face-pulled.
What's the reason?