Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 137 I want to watch it with you...

Five days later, early morning.

In Courtyard No. 59, Dingzi, my aunt was still rushing Chuyang out of the house.

She wore no makeup, and her eyebrows had a softer color than before... Her wet hair was scattered casually.

Seeing the pretty woman waiting at the door next door, my aunt said softly, "I'll come. It's cold."

Then he took the unwashed vegetables from Shuyue's hand.

"Just go and light the stove and make pancakes. Is Zhao Qing still awake?"

Wang Shuyue nodded gently and said with a smile: "My husband taught Qinghuan how to make the elixir last night and slept very late."

My aunt entered the yard, rolled up her sleeves and squatted slightly, showing off her graceful curves.

Chunsong's jade fingers reached into the water and carefully cleaned the dirt between the sunflowers.

He chuckled and said, "Zhao Qing always feels that Qing Huan is short-sighted and slow-witted. I don't know where this delusion comes from."

"Qing Huan is not a beginner, why does she need daily guidance? She must have had another night of lovemaking."

Wang Shuyue deeply agreed with this.

He put down the wooden table, took out the dough from the porcelain bowl, and said in a crisp voice, "Qing Huan is not stupid... I can't beat her at poker!"

She frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and added, "Even if it's to please my husband, I always feel that I'm still far behind."

Zhou Xiaoyi shook her head and chuckled, her snow-white wrists shaking in the muddy water.

"I completely treat myself as a plaything, my body and soul tied to my master. Even the legendary love poison doesn't have this effect."

"I even feel..."

"If Zhao Qing says something that makes Qing Huan laugh, Qing Huan will feel happy from the bottom of her heart."

The woman's beautiful eyes carefully gazed at the sunflower in her hand, and then placed it in the bamboo basket.

The scene of that day flashed through her mind again...

Gu Qinghuan looked haggard, her skirt was covered in mud, her lips were dry, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Like losing one's soul.

The messy short hair fell to the ground along with the forehead like dry grass...

Zhou Xiaoyi's hands kept moving, her bright eyes gradually became dull, and her pink lips were slightly pursed.

I just felt confused and as if something was rising up but was being suppressed, making it impossible for my thoughts to flow.

I actually felt a little envious of Qinghuan.

……

Zhao Qing was silently sensing the conversation in the courtyard in the underground palace, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Shuyue lies without blinking, no worse than herself.

She spoke as if she wasn't home last night.

He glanced at the empty altar. Shuyue was there last night...

The delicate body curled up in his arms trembled slightly.

Gu Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes, a little confused.

After seeing its owner, it closed its eyes again and nestled beside him peacefully.

Thinking of what happened last night, a blush spread all over her body.

She murmured, "If the master likes, Qinghuan can do whatever she wants in front of Xiaoyi..."

Zhao Qing gently caressed the woman's face.

Shake his head slightly.

That's not necessary. When Xiaoyi gets crazy, she's even more wild than you...

After three incense sticks.

A family of four lives happily in the yard.

Zhou Xiaoyi tied up her wet hair and placed the porridge and dishes on the round table.

Zhao Qing saw it all and was very surprised by his aunt's behavior in the past few days.

She comes to cook every morning.

After breakfast, he washed the dishes and stayed in the yard for about half an hour.

Talk to Shuyue Qinghuan, or play a game of chess with me.

Then he went to the quiet room to meditate and practice.

She is like a concubine...but not a concubine; she is like a fellow Taoist...but not a fellow Taoist.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized it.

It turns out that my aunt likes that warm and peaceful feeling.

The early morning at home is undoubtedly the most peaceful.

Some are busy, some are lazy, and no one cares.

Sometimes it is lively, sometimes it is quiet.

But when their eyes met, it was like heaven on earth.

……

Zhou Xiaoyi fixed her hair and looked at Zhao Qing with her beautiful eyes: "Porridge made with sunflower leaves, with salt and eight fruits added."

"If you don't like it, I'll try something else later."

The wife's face was filled with joy, and she said in a crisp voice, "Shuyue added the salt, please try it, husband!"

Zhao Qing smiled and took a sip...it was really hard to drink.

My aunt is the daughter of a wealthy family, how could she do this kind of work?

That means washing things very cleanly...

He nodded slightly and said, "Very good, I'll cook it this way in the future."

Gu Qinghuan narrowed her eyes slightly, picked up the jade bowl to drink the porridge, and then gradually smiled.

The aunt looked directly at Zhao Qing, the tenderness between her eyebrows becoming more intense. "Is the saltiness or blandness to your taste?"

Zhao Qing: ...

Damn, it’s kind of sweet.

How should I say it?

“Just right!”

"But the morning sets the tone for the day. Qing Huan will cook for you tomorrow morning. I'll leave some porridge just for you."

The woman's beautiful eyes were slightly startled.

Then he teased, "Then you have to restrain me tonight, otherwise I won't let you in tomorrow morning."

At this time.

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door.

Zhao Qing raised his eyes slightly, and the two entangled spiritual consciousnesses turned into a wisp and swept past.

【Zhou Xiaoyi】

[Respect each other like guests]

[Spiritual Interaction Bonus: 20]

[Top-grade Spiritual Root Bonus: 10]

[Water Spiritual Root Qualification: 35]

[Water Spiritual Root: Medium Grade (5487/)]

[Wood Spiritual Root: Medium Grade (3392/)]

[Fire Spiritual Root: Medium Grade (3380/)]

……

It's Wang Teng who's here...

Zhou Xiaoyi and Zhao Qing looked at each other, and their beautiful eyes trembled slightly when they felt the power of wanton plundering in the Mingtang.

She thought for a moment... took out her lip balm and eyebrow pencil, let her hair down, stood up and walked into the quiet room.

Zhao Qing understood instantly and said to Shuyue, "It's okay."

Then he got up and went to open the door.

A familiar figure came into view...

Wang Teng smiled and said, "Junior Brother Zhao, I just happened to be passing by and came to take a look."

Zhao Qing smiled and nodded.

"Brother, please come in. We are having dinner."

Wang Teng hesitated for a moment and stepped into the yard.

Gu Qinghuan stood up slightly, then sat down and continued eating.

Shuyue went to get another bowl of porridge, since she couldn't finish it anyway...

"Thank you!"

"I've already eaten, so I won't bother you any more."

"Junior Brother Zhao, I'm here to discuss something with you."

Zhao Qing's face showed strange expression.

What could Wang Teng discuss with me?

"Brother, please continue." He nodded.

Wang Teng looked pensive and spoke carefully...

"It's like this. The number of chores in the kitchen has decreased a lot."

"We have been discussing it with our shift colleagues and have decided to open up the courtyards so that the disciples can go and come back together when they go out to work."

He paused for a moment and glanced at Zhao Qing's two wives and concubines in the yard.

He continued, "Just like Junior Brother's courtyard, they demolished the west wing... The courtyard next door demolished the east wing and merged them into one large courtyard."

Zhao Qing looked strange.

What are you doing here...?

He shook his head slightly: "It takes too much energy."

Wang Teng's eyes showed understanding, and he said, "That's right."

"Or, to make it simpler, we could open a gate on the east and west sides of the courtyard wall... This way, it wouldn't affect the lives of the original residents."

Zhao Qing fell into a long silence.

Is this to help him pick up Xiaoyi so that they can interact at night?

But...why do we need to open a door between the two courtyards?

Wouldn't it be better to just tie it up in the underground palace at night?

She didn't run...

At this time.

The door of the quiet room opened and a refreshing fragrance wafted in the air.

Zhou Xiaoyi's eyes were filled with frost and her brows were slightly furrowed.

Wearing a brocade robe, he glanced at Wang Teng, brushed past him, and left Dingzimohaoyuan directly.

Wang Teng: ...

He looked at Zhao Qing who was also silent.

His face flushed, and he said, "Though Junior Brother has been away for a year, the monthly contribution to the Dan Hall remains the same."

Zhao Qing was stunned.

It seems that the rent I paid to Wang Teng before was sent to the Dharma Hall again, and he even paid a lot...

·

Long after Wang Teng left, the formation in the courtyard was closed.

My aunt jumped down from the eaves and whispered, "We really have to go."

"Pei Jin will come to see you in a few days, just before the New Year."

Zhao Qing stared and nodded.

When I first showed my talent, I had already caught Pei Jin's eye.

Although we haven't met since I came back, but... maybe there will be some movement in the communication jade someday.

The wind blew away the day.

In the blink of an eye, it was late at night.

The sound of swords echoed in the courtyard.

Shuyue's graceful figure swayed under the cold moon, like a nimble female leopard, extremely swift.

As the white wrist twisted, the soft sword was as unpredictable as a snake's tongue.

The lightning surged, tearing the sky apart, yet merging with the weak green figure of the woman.

The cold wind of the winter night was completely shattered.

The lotus steps are like a flying dragon, sometimes as light as a swallow, taking off from the ground, and sometimes following like lightning, with the sword soaring into the sky.

Zhao Qing walked out of the quiet room and stared at his wife's nimble figure in the yard.

A look of relief appeared on his face.

Shuyue studied the "Purple and Green Demon Sword" alone.

I didn't help her gain proficiency or impart her insights...

But now it seems to be working quite well.

But that soft sword is a bit weak, I need to find a good sword next time, at least a good spiritual weapon...

He silently checked the panel.

【Wang Shuyue】

【Life and Death Together】

[Alchemist: First-class Top Grade (6860/8000)]

The alchemist's realm is about to break through to the first-grade upper level...

But Zhao Qing suddenly realized that he had already mastered all kinds of alchemy techniques in the late stage of foundation building, even surpassing the understanding brought by the panel.

Moreover, after practicing "Refining the Mind", the ordinary methods of controlling the furnace and the pill are not of much use to him.

Perhaps only after I break through to the second-level alchemist in the future can I gain some new insights.

However, Qinghuan still needs to use the alchemy furnace...it would be good to pass on all my insights and experiences to her then.

As soon as he thought of this, he swept his spiritual sense lightly.

Qing Huan was diligently studying the elixir formula in the underground palace... At this moment, she raised her eyes slightly and asked in confusion, "Master?"

Zhao Qing's expression changed slightly, and he withdrew his consciousness and did not disturb Qinghuan anymore.

Although she hadn't yet reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, she had already cleared the Jade Pillow Gate. After spending time with him every day, she could actually sense his spiritual consciousness...

"Husband!"

The lovely wife put away the soft sword and flew into his arms.

Beads of sweat appeared faintly on her beautiful forehead, and her nose was slightly wrinkled, showing a hint of spirit.

Zhao Qing held her horizontally around the waist and sat her on the stone steps.

He took out the elixir that he had developed in the past few days.

The main ingredient is the cloud grass that blesses the dantian, and it is matched with some other elixir ingredients.

According to the evolution of the first half of the Daojidan formula, it can have some protective effects on the cultivator's Dantian.

With Shuyue's current level of Qi Refining at the third level, it is just right for her to take.

There are ten pills in the porcelain bottle.

Zhao Qing flicked his fingers and a flash of light passed by, and one of the bullets flew onto the eaves.

……

My aunt lay quietly beside the eaves, her eyes fixed on the sky... She pursed her red lips and put the pill into her mouth.

A man's voice came from the yard.

"You and Qinghuan can share the remaining eight. You should be able to break through to the fourth level of Qi Refining in the next two days..."

After a while.

Zhao Qing jumped onto the eaves and lay down beside her.

There was a tranquil look in Zhou Xiaoyi's eyes. She leaned her head lightly and listened quietly to the singing of the wind.

The nebula is moving and the moon is cold like frost.

In the blink of an eye, it was midnight.

The woman's beautiful eyes trembled, and she said softly, "It's quiet today."

Zhao Qing nodded gently: "It felt a little worse in the winter, and it will be better after the spring."

The slender and round jade legs were gently raised, and the snow-white feet could not cover the starry night.

But it drew the man's attention away.

"Doesn't it seem too wanton?"

Zhao Qing stared at the nail polish on her snow-white feet and counterattacked, "Yes."

Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes trembled, and she smiled and said, "How does it compare to Qinghuan?"

"You'll never know until you try it."

The woman leaned over slightly, her voice as gentle as an orchid: "How do you try?"

Zhao Qing raised his eyebrows slightly and whispered, "I don't know."

"Ah."

"You took advantage of me when I was a virgin."

"You're still thinking of using me as a drug slave?"

Zhao Qing was stunned and looked at the teasing eyes beside him: "I didn't say that?"

Zhou Xiaoyi shook her head gently, held the arm at her side with her slender hands, and pecked it lightly with her red lips.

"Let's wait until dawn. I want to watch it with you..."

Zhao Qing nodded: "Watch the sunrise?"

The woman's beautiful eyes turned cold, and her voice was cold: "Look at how Qing Huan cooks porridge!"