Jiang Chen's reflection from the water was probably guessing his age, probably about eighteen years old.

In this world where life is like grass, being beautiful is not very useful, and strength is the most important thing.

It's so uncomfortable to be able to grasp life by yourself.

Jiang Chen stepped into the water, then applied some bean pod powder on his hair and body, and began to rub it.

How long has it been since I took a shower with this body? There was so much dirt. Jiang Chen washed his hair and upper body, and the water in the bucket had become turbid.

At this time, the door opened again, and Jiang Chen didn't have to turn around and knew that it was Xiaoqing who came back.

"I will put the clothes on you on the table. After you wash them, you will change them on yourself. I will wait for you outside the door."

"I'm working on my sister."

After Xiaoqing went out, Jiang Chen continued to take a shower seriously. After more than ten minutes, Jiang Chen stood up from the wooden barrel and stepped out of the wooden barrel. Jiang Chen pulled the gauze curtain and saw the folded clothes on the table.

This dress is plain white. Jiang Chen picked it up and started wearing it. The clothes of the ancients were inconvenient. Jiang Chen finally put it on well, but he couldn't get the belt.

"Is Sister Xiaoqing here?"

"I'm here, have you washed it?"

"I've washed it. Can I ask you for a favor? I won't get the belt of this dress. Come in and help me."

Xiaoqing pushed the door and went in. When she saw Jiang Chen, she was stunned. Unexpectedly, after taking a shower, he became better.

Xiaoqing showed a shy look and dared not look directly at Jiang Chen.

"It's so stupid. Such a big man, he can't even get a belt."

Jiang Chen touched his head awkwardly.

Seeing Xiaoqing fiddling with her belt familiarly, Jiang Chen observed carefully. When Xiaoqing tied her belt, Jiang Chen also learned it. Xiaoqing's operation just now seemed to be vivid in his mind, and he could not forget it.

"That's up and you'll help me tie my hair up."

"I really convinced you. I'm not your personal maid."

"I didn't treat you as my personal maid, I want to marry you as my wife."

"What is a wife?"

"It's the wife, the wife means."

Xiaoqing's whole face turned red, her face was panicked, and her heartbeat was very fierce.

"Don't talk nonsense. The palace master will kill us when he hears it."

"Are you caring about me?"

"No, I just remind you not to talk nonsense."

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense."

Jiang Chen didn't tease her anymore. Ancient women were prone to shyness. If they were modern girls, they would probably not feel anything no matter how explicit they spoke.

It's better to be an ancient girl!

The two of them came to the bronze mirror, Jiang Chen sat down, and Xiaoqing began to get Jiang Chen's hair.

This bronze mirror is not very clear, it is easy to use without a glass mirror.

Seeing Xiaoqing's shy face and restlessness, Jiang Chen knew that she was influenced by what she had just said.

Despite this, her hands were quick and Jiang Chen also watched carefully how she fiddled with her hair. When she got her hair done, Jiang Chen was sure that she had the ability to remember everything she saw.

As expected, every time traveler has a golden finger, and I, Jiang Chen, never forget it.

"Thank you, Sister Xiaoqing."

In fact, the age of this palace maid is probably about the same as that of Jiang Chen, at most one or two years older.

"I'll take you to see Master Wuque."

Jiang Chen is still very curious about Hua Wuque, one of the male protagonists of the "Two Genres", whether he plays Su Youpengshuai.

Jiang Chen followed Xiaoqing and made many twists and turns. The Yihua Palace is really not small. You may get lost by rushing around.

Xiaoqing introduced: "The main buildings of my Yihua Palace include the Baihua Palace, Peach Blossom Garden, Qingshui Gallery, the Rain Viewing Pavilion, the Ancestor Hall, the Sutra Library... and the Black Prison where prisoners are detained."

Except for a few of the disciples collected by Yihua Palace, they voluntarily joined, most of them were orphans collected by the palace master on a trip.

Xiaoqing was brought into Yihua Palace when she was eight years old.

"Sister Xiaoqing, can't men and women fall in love with each other in Yihua Palace?"

"My ancestor of the Yihua Palace was hurt by love, and he created the Yihua lineage through the Yugu, and set a palace rule - anyone who is unwilling to love, no matter men or women, will be killed without mercy!"

"It is natural for men to love women to love."

"My ancestor of Yihua Palace did not go his own way. When I created this palace rule, it also left a glimmer of hope for the disciples of Yihua Palace."

"If a disciple of Yihua Palace walks around the world, if he finds the person he loves, he only needs to abolish his martial arts and pass the test set by the contemporary palace master and elder, he can leave Yihua Palace."

"But since the Palace Master... no one has passed the test."

Yao Yue was abandoned by Jiang Feng, and she felt resentful. She could not have lovers to finally get married, so she naturally would not let her disciples be happy.

Xiaoqing dared not talk about the palace master. If she was heard, she would be beaten to death.

Jiang Chen knew the reason, so he naturally wouldn't ask too much.

Finally arrived at a quiet venue, Jiang Chen finally saw Hua Wuque.

Why is it certain that he is Hua Wuque? Because except for Hua Wuque, the only man in Yihua Palace, all the rest are mothers. I guess even mosquitoes are mothers, and male mosquitoes are killed by Yao Yue.

Hua Wuque is handsome, with a half-bun hairstyle, a white ancient costume long skirt, a long sword in hand, and a jade pendant at her waist to increase the temperament of the noble.

"Master Wuque."

"Is he?"

"He is Jiang Chen, and he will serve Master Wuque in the future. This is what the palace master ordered."

"oh."

"hello!"

"ha……"

Hua Wuque couldn't help but learn from Jiang Chen's strange way of greeting.

"You serve Master Wuque, I'm leaving."

Jiang Chen reluctantly watched the beauty disappear.

The palace maid who served Hua Wuque was called Hua Xingnu, but she did not see him at this time.

Hua Wuque was very interested in Jiang Chen. After all, Yihua Palace belongs to the mother, and there is no man to play with him except himself.

Jiang Chen found a clean stone and sat down, without any awareness of servants.

Hua Wuque is kind-hearted and doesn't care.

"You seem to be practicing swordsmanship, don't worry about me, you practice yours, I'm watching you practice."

Hua Wuwei lowered her head and then started to act like a slut, but it wasn't a sword.

He held a steel sword in his hand and moved, and the sword light shone. Maybe it was an illusion, or maybe it was the environment. The young man's sword posture revealed the arrogant temperament of being at the top and looking at the small mountains. He was standing in front of you, but it seemed to be on a very distant lonely peak. The difficult distance was almost to make people vomit blood.

The twelve swords in a series passed, and the boy's eyes were like lightning, piercing through the void, and his body suddenly jumped up, as if he was rushing down from the peak. He saw a flash of sword light, and a terrifying sword mark three inches deep and three feet long was drawn from the huge rock opposite, clean and neat, cruel and ruthless.

His movements were very fast, but the strange thing was that Jiang Chen could see all his movements clearly, and these movements, sword moves seemed to be played repeatedly in his mind.

Jiang Chen actually remembered all the sword moves. Now he was confident that he would repeat Hua Wuque's sword moves just now.

"Smack it..."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but applaud

"Mr. Wuque's swordsmanship is indeed powerful, which makes me amazed!"

"You can understand!"

"I haven't practiced martial arts, so I can't understand it, but I just feel very good."

"This is the unique skill of Yihua Palace (Seven Styles of Flower God)."

Just now, Hua Wuque was deliberately showing off, so except for the last two moves of the Flower God's seventh style, all the other five moves were used.

He would not have thought that Jiang Chen would remember it after reading it once.
Chapter completed!