Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1227: The Courtyard Discusses Kinship and the Appearance of a Fighting Spirit Genius
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At the same time, in the quiet and peaceful Xue Chuxin courtyard, stone tables and stone benches are arranged in an orderly manner, surrounded by lush flowers and plants, and a faint fragrance.

Xue Chuxin, Xue Churan and Chen Qiujun sat together, white mist rising from the celadon teacups, reflecting the faces of the three people.

Chen Qiujun looked at Xue Chuxin and Xue Churan with a gentle gaze, and asked softly, "Chuxin, Churan, you specifically asked me to come here today, but is there something important?"

Xue Churan leaned forward slightly, her eyes curved, and said, "Brother Qiujun, I heard that my uncle arranged for you to return to Jianyu College this time, and also planned to let Chenghui take over Xiaozhang and become the dean of Jianyu College. Is this true?"

Chen Qiujun nodded slightly and responded calmly, "It is true. Is this related to your visit to me?"

Xue Churan raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said, "Brother Qiujun, to be honest, I have a daughter named Shiqing."

"This child, like Chenghui, loves to travel around the world and experience the customs and cultures of different places."

"I thought, why don't you take her to Jianyu Academy and let her have some fun there, so she can gain some knowledge."

When Chen Qiujun heard this, he felt as if his heart had been hit tenfold. An indescribable shock surged in his heart, and he blurted out: "You have a daughter too?"

As soon as he said this, he felt something was wrong, but his eyes kept scanning Xue Chuxin and Xue Churan.

Xue Chuxin's cheeks turned red at Chen Qiujun's sudden reaction, like the clouds in the sky. She lowered her head slightly and unconsciously twisted the corners of her clothes with her hands.

Xue Churan was also a little embarrassed and annoyed, her cheeks flushed red, and she quickly explained: "Brother Qiujun, you misunderstood."

"My daughter was originally my brother's daughter. She was adopted by me for some reasons in the early years."

Chen Qiujun breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling relieved as long as it wasn't Chen Cong's.

There is already one Xue Shiqiong. If there is another one, I guess no one in the Chen family would be able to bear it.

In soul master families, female soul masters like Xue Churan who do not marry and stay in the family have the custom of adopting children from other branches under their own names.

Of course, if the child is your own brother or sister, that would be even better.

Chen Qiujun's eyebrows were like swords. He calmed down and asked, "Then Chu Ran, what do you mean?"

Xue Churan sighed slightly: "Over the years, she has been thinking about traveling around the world, and her age has been delayed. Now she is over 30."

"As a mother, I am very worried when I see that she has no whereabouts."

Chen Qiujun's heart moved, and the corners of his mouth rose, and he laughed wantonly: "After thirty, what's the hurry? My son is forty-three years old, and I'm almost going crazy with worry."

Chen Chenghui is the same age as Chen Surong, and one year older than Chen Chen.

Seeing this, Xue Churan said bluntly: "Brother Qiujun, so let's not beat around the bush. I have met Chenghui once before and was quite impressed by him."

"Therefore, I would like to ask you to take my daughter to Jianyu Academy and let the two children have some contact."

Chen Qiujun raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "How old is your daughter Shiqing?"

Xue Churan hurriedly said, "I'm thirty-five years old, eight years younger than Chenghui. I think you should be able to accept it."

After a pause, she said with a hint of pride, "I'm not bragging, my daughter's appearance and talent are both first-rate. Although she is slightly inferior to Shi Qiong, she is not far behind."

"Besides, she and Chenghui both love to travel, so they should have the same interests and hobbies."

"If the two of them can fall in love with each other, then the relationship between our two families will be even closer, and it will also resolve a knot in our hearts."

"If it doesn't work, then forget it. After all, the children's happiness is the most important thing."

With Xue Shiqing having the support of Xue Churan and Xue Chuxin behind her, she is considered to be a good match for Chen Chenghui.

In fact, even if his status was not so high, as long as Chen Chenghui wanted to start a family, Chen Qiujun would definitely not object.

Nothing is more important than the lifelong event of our ancestor.

Xue Shiqing is eight years younger than Chen Chenghui, which is not a big deal. In marriages like those in the Chen family, it is common for the woman to be five or six years younger.

What's more, Xue Churan said that Xue Shiqing's appearance and talent were only slightly inferior to Xue Shiqiong's, which was even better.

On this point, Xue Churan would never lie to him, and she couldn't lie to him at all. After all, once the two met, the real situation would be clear at a glance.

He had only heard of Xue Shiqiong's talent, and everyone who had seen her thought she was quite stunning, but he had to see her appearance with his own eyes.

The chosen white moonlight!
Xue Churan herself is not bad either, and as her original niece, she is naturally not bad either.

In fact, appearance is not important, as long as you can get married. There are few female soul masters, especially high-level female soul masters, who are not bad looking.

Considering the close relationship between the Chen family and the Xue sisters, if this marriage could be accomplished, Chen Qiujun would definitely agree 100%.

This will not only further consolidate the alliance between the two sides, but also resolve the long-standing unresolved issue of children's lifelong affairs. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone. Why not do it?

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As the granite spires pierced through the mist, the morning light was licking the bronze-cast gates of Fighting Spirit City.

Thirty-six soul guide crystal towers are arranged along the central avenue. Suspended dark purple energy flows rush through tempered glass pipes, refracting the morning light into countless tiny rainbows.

The armored vehicle transporting soul beasts rolled over the asphalt road mixed with star silver sand. The friction of the wheels produced sparks with the smell of sulfur, which startled the golden-winged falcon perched on the dome of the bell tower.

The bronze gate of the Fighting Soul Academy in the north of the city was moss-green, and twelve huge stone statues stood there, with soul flames seeming to dance in their huge eye sockets.

The freshman clutched the school badge as he walked through the wisteria corridor, his knuckles whitened by the metal edges. In the distance, the sound of soul rings colliding could be heard from the training ground. Red and indigo flames exploded outside the Baroque arched windows, making the projections on the stained glass flicker. The student dormitory area on the west side of the arena was filled with the scent of rosin, the Gothic flying buttresses were covered with maidenhair ferns, and the soul animal skins drying on the balcony railings were still dripping with frost.

In the top-floor room of a building, the heavy cast iron window was suddenly pushed open with a creaking sound.

A burly young man leaned forward and accidentally knocked over the ink bottle on the table.

The dark purple ink snaked down the oak table legs like a nimble snake, quickly soaking the tactical diagram under the paperweight, but he was completely unaware.

His eyes were fixed on the central fighting spirit arena, where seven Soul Saint-level soul ring light pillars were rising into the sky, tearing the clouds into floc-like platinum-colored fragments. The scene was extremely shocking.

Next to him stood a young man who was about twenty years old, exuding a cold aura.

He was wearing a senior school uniform, leaning against a Corinthian column with his arms folded across his chest. Just as he raised a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth, he was interrupted by a powerful shock wave coming from the trial field in the distance.

I saw a group of dusty freshmen being knocked to the ground, and the scene was a bit embarrassing for a while.

The cold young man asked, "Jianjun, what's wrong with you? You have been absent-minded these past two days and didn't even notice that the ink bottle fell over."

The burly young man, Chen Jianjun, slowly raised his eyes, his eyes filled with emotion: "Cousin, a few days ago, I received news from my aunt."

"My grandfather was ambushed by three Title Douluo from the Scarlet Church. He is now injured and lying in bed, unconscious."

The cold young man, Ximen Chuixue, said: "Now that things have come to this, it's useless for you to worry."

"Fighting Spirit City is thousands of miles away from your home. Even if you want to go back, it's too far away for you to go back."

"Besides, my aunt is here. She is a great doctor. You don't have to worry too much."

After three years, the 19-year-old Chen Jianjun has grown to 1 meters tall. His muscular arms bulge under his coarse linen shorts like rolling mountains.

The gilded wristband collided with the tabletop, making a sound like muffled thunder. His thick eyebrows were like two unsheathed black blades, pressing heavily on his tiger eyes. Sweat flowed down his neck and seeped into the gaps in his chain mail.

And Ximen Chuxue, at the age of 20, has long black hair falling on his shoulders like a waterfall.

His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes seemed to have been tempered by cold spring water. His gaze was as sharp as a hunting hawk.

Suddenly, Chen Jianjun's wrist was grabbed by a young girl.

The girl was tall, nearly 1 meters tall, and her wheat-colored skin rubbed against the cool back of her hand, and the fine crystal sand flashed like stars in the shadows.

The brass tortoise-tail pendant hanging on her earlobe swayed slightly as she moved. The dim light that cut through the rain curtain fell on the old scar at the corner of her eye. The shallow white scar looked like a sword blade that had been tempered by fire.

"Have you ever seen basil in the desert?" She then patted Chen Jianjun's shoulder. "It has been crushed thousands of times by sandstorms, but its roots have grown deeper and deeper."

"So, these storms are just nourishment for your grandfather and you."

Valkyrie, return!

One of the Twelve Golden Hairpins!

He is also a famous figure in this Fighting Spirit City.

Chen Jianjun smiled cheerfully, waved his hands and said, "Haha, I'm fine. I heard the bad news these two days, and although I was sad, I can still bear it."

"What I really care about is something else."

Gui Dang rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier? I've become a sentimental writer for nothing and have to worry about nothing here."

At this moment, another bright and beautiful girl came over slowly with light lotus steps.

She was dressed in a light gauze, her graceful figure was looming, like a fairy descending to earth.

A pair of peach blossom eyes shimmering like a mirror lake just melting, lively and charming.

Her willow-shaped eyebrows were dotted with silver foil stardust, which flickered slightly as she moved. The twelve-sided mirror in her hair refracted colorful phantom light, which was so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off.

She reached out and picked up the ink-stained blueprint of Chen Jianjun, and asked softly, "That's good, Jianjun, what are you drawing? Is it a tactical map?"

"This looks like the tactical map of our school team. Could the thing you're concerned about be related to this?"

"It's the senior elite competition. What do you mean? Captain Jun~~~"

Gui Dang pointed at the girl and said angrily, "Damn it, Xue Wanni, people say you are both talented and beautiful, and a gentle and talented woman."

"But they don't know that you're as talkative as an octopus."

"Can you please stop talking like a rapid-fire cannon and be quiet for a while."

Xue Wanni put her hands on her hips and retorted without showing any weakness: "Dingdang, if you don't know how to talk, just shut up, or I'll talk when you sleep."

After hearing this, Gui Dang couldn't help but shudder, and the chill went straight to the top of his head.

For her, who had just returned home from a long time ago, having Xue Dachai open his voice while she was sleeping was more painful than torture.

So he quietly stopped making trouble and said no more.

At this time, the third girl walked up to Xue Wanni and took the tactical map.

(End of this chapter)