He was deeply impressed by his neighbor who practiced swordsmanship.

When the other party came to visit that day, his words and actions were polite, giving people a very cultured feeling.

However, at this moment, he sneaked into the home of a female cultivator who lived alone in broad daylight, as if he wanted to do something indecent to her.

A saint in front of people, a prodigal son behind others? This contrast is too strong.

"Friend Wen, I'm here to bring you breakfast, come out and get it!"

On the courtyard wall, the swordsman held his head high, chest out, left hand behind his back, holding a box of food in his right hand, and shouted loudly towards the house with a handsome and elegant look.

Soon, the window of the house was slammed open.

The next second, Wen Zhiyun, who was wearing a Taoist robe, poked her head out of the house and yelled, "Han Sanfan, you come here to yell again, do you want to die?"

"Friend Wen, this is the breakfast I made for you. Take it in and have a taste."

"roll!"

"It's delicious, try it, don't waste my kindness."

Although Han Sanfan was being scolded all the time, he always had a smile on his face.

Seeing that Wen Zhiyun refused to come out to get breakfast, he simply jumped into Wen Zhiyun's yard and wanted to personally deliver the lunch box to Wen Zhiyun.

"Han Sanfan, you're dead!"

Seeing this, Wen Zhiyun cursed, turned around, fetched a whip from somewhere, and walked out of the house angrily.

"Friend Wen, this breakfast..."

“…Pah!”

“Snap! Snap! Snap!”

“Snap! Snap!”

“Ah, it hurts, it hurts!”

"Friend Wen, stop fighting. I'm leaving right now. I'm leaving right now. Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

“…”

Wen Zhiyun's fighting power was exaggerated. With a whip in her hand, she whipped Han Sanfan in front of her like a spinning top, causing him to jump up and down and screaming in pain.

He doesn't look like an immortal at all.

He looked just like a street thug getting beaten.

After a while, Han Sanfan couldn't bear it anymore.

Carrying the lunch box he made himself, he quickly crawled out of the yard like a monkey.

"If you dare to harass me again next time, I'll break your legs!"

Wen Zhiyun cursed viciously, turned around and walked into the house, slamming the door shut.

Chen An outside was stunned.

What's going on? This beautiful woman in menopause is so powerful? Han Sanfan is a seventh-level Qi Refining expert, but he was beaten without any chance to fight back? Is this the power of an ascetic monk?

Chen An was extremely surprised. He didn't expect Wen Zhiyun to be so strong.

Judging from his performance just now, his cultivation level is at least the eighth level of Qi Refining.

"Morning, Mr. Daoist Chen."

Han Sanfan, who was being beaten just now, suddenly walked out from somewhere with a handsome face, and greeted Chen An with a smile.

Chen An smiled back, "Good morning, Fellow Daoist Han."

"Did you have breakfast, Mr. Daoist Chen? If not, I have a portion here."

"Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist Han, but I don't need it. I just had breakfast."

“I see.”

Han Sanfan nodded, and then asked: "By the way, Fellow Daoist Chen, did you see anything just now?"

"I just went out. I don't know what Daoyou Han meant by "seeing"?"

"Haha, it's okay, Fellow Daoist Chen, I have something else to do so I'll leave first."

"Friend Han, take care."

Chen An watched Han Sanfan leave.

But before Han Sanfan had taken a few steps, he suddenly turned back and stared at Chen An and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, you must have seen something just now."

“…”

Chen An was silent, but under Han Sanfan's gaze, he finally told the truth: "I didn't see anything, I just saw Fellow Daoist Han being whipped a few times by Fellow Daoist Wen."

"I knew it!"

Han Sanfan said with an expectant look on his face.

After that, he changed his gentle and refined image and started to complain to Chen An:

"That fellow Daoist Wen is really barbaric. I sent her breakfast out of kindness, but she refused it and even whipped me. How can there be such a person?"

"Um...why don't you just knock on the door and send it?"

Good man, are you Wen Zhiyun’s bootlicker?

Thinking about it, Chen An asked: "Fellow Daoist Han, are you pursuing Fellow Daoist Wen?"

"Nonsense, which male cultivator in this core area hasn't pursued Fellow Daoist Wen?"

"Friend Han, please explain in detail."

Chen An asked humbly and was very interested in Wen Zhiyun's past.

Han Sanfan did not keep the secret and told everything he knew.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Chen, you just arrived here for the first time and don't know it. Fellow Daoist Wen who lives next door to you is a famous beauty in the core area."

"Whether it's her figure or her looks, they are both heavenly and human. Which male cultivator wouldn't be tempted by her?"

"From what I have learned, nearly a hundred male cultivators have pursued Fellow Daoist Wen in the past five years alone."

"Some of them are said to be great foundation-building masters, but without exception, they were rejected by Fellow Daoist Wen."

"As more and more people were rejected by Fellow Daoist Wen, many male cultivators stopped persisting."

"I am the only one who has always been sincere to Fellow Daoist Wen. No one is more infatuated than me."

Speaking of this, Han Sanfan looked very proud.

infatuation?

I think you are a pervert!

Chen An complained in his heart.

At the same time, he felt very surprised.

I never expected that this beautiful menopausal woman in my eyes would actually be such a charming female cultivator, and popular with so many male cultivators.

As he thought about it, he seemed to realize something.

By the way, could it be that Wen Zhiyun has been harassed too much by these male cultivators, so she behaves so much against men?

Well, very likely.

Chen An thought so in his heart.

After chatting for a few more sentences, Han Sanfan was about to leave.

He said that his breakfast could not be wasted.

We have to take it to other female practitioners while it is still hot.

After hearing this, Chen An immediately apologized to him in his heart.

Fellow Daoist Han, I misunderstood you. You are not a bootlicker, but a sea king!

“Crack—”

Suddenly, there was a sound of a door opening behind me.

Chen An looked back and found that it was Wen Zhiyun who came out of her house.

The other person was holding a bamboo spray gun in his hand, and he sprayed all the places that had just come into contact with Han Sanfan, as if he was disinfecting them.

Chen An was also shocked. Could his beautiful neighbor be so man-hating?

This is too exaggerated!

Surprised, Chen An couldn't help but look at Wen Zhiyun carefully.

Her beautiful eyes are full of water, which is captivating, her nose is slightly high and straight, which gives her a three-dimensional feeling, and her lips are of moderate thickness, light pink with a reddish tint, which gives people a charming feeling that goes deep into their bones.

Looking down, although she was wearing a loose Taoist robe, her voluptuous figure could not be concealed at all, which would make the wives and concubines with good figures at home feel embarrassed. Her whole body was full of the unique charm of a mature woman.

And the most important thing is that the waist and calves are extremely slender, without any excess fat, and can be held in the hand.

Such a stunning appearance and such a graceful figure, it is really tempting.

No matter what the reason, Chen An felt that he should try to seduce this beautiful woman living alone.

Otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life.

"What are you looking at? None of you men are good!"

Realizing that Chen An was looking at her, Wen Zhiyun immediately turned around and glared at him, then picked up the bamboo tube in her hand and sprayed it at him from a distance.

Then he quickly walked into the house and slammed the door.

Chen An recalled her sexy and charming back when she just entered the room, and the desire to take her as a concubine became stronger and stronger.

"No, no, I need to sober up."

"The current situation is very wrong!"

Chen An shook his head, feeling as if he was bewitched. He immediately turned around and went back into the house to have an in-depth conversation with Gu Xinyue, anxious to calm the heat in his heart.

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PS: Putting out the bowl, asking for monthly votes and recommendation votes!

(End of this chapter)