Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 231 Dad

Time has passed and cannot be brought back.

Time flies, and Grain in Ear is here again.

The sky is high and the clouds are vast.

A streak of light fell from the sky above the Changsheng Sword Sect, and a fairy appeared riding a sword, her white clothes fluttering in the wind.

It is still the same bamboo forest with the sound of flowing springs.

It was the familiar apricot-yellow boat, but the figure of the beautiful woman was gone.

Luo Xianning had heard from Kong Yang a long time ago that Hong Ning had gone to Zhongzhou.

But now it seems that there may be some deeper connection between her and Zhao Qing?

"Friend Zhao, Fairy Gu, long time no see."

The woman stood tall and graceful, her beautiful eyes looking at the four people who stepped down from the spirit boat.

In addition to Zhao Qing and Gu Qinghuan, there was also a tall and proud beauty in red, and a pretty girl with bright eyes full of curiosity.

Zhao Qing swept his spiritual sense around, and found that the mountain behind Changsheng Sword was still deserted.

He smiled and looked at Luo Xianning: "Fellow Daoist Luo, these two are Zhao's wives, Xiaoyi and Shuyue."

My aunt and Shuyue bowed together, which was considered a greeting.

Zhao Qing smiled and whispered in his aunt's ear: "Fellow Daoist Luo's skills are extremely extraordinary. He almost killed me with one blow last time..."

Luo Xianning knew he was joking, but she didn't respond. She just nodded slightly to Xiaoyi.

Led by Luo Xianning, a group of four went to the Changsheng Sword Sect's training ground.

Unlike three years ago, it was mostly sunny around Grain in Ear this year. Bai Wanqiu had already set up a barrier in the martial arts field to isolate all irrelevant personnel.

On the huge stands, there were only a few scattered Yujing disciples sitting and chatting.

In the training grounds of several hundred feet, there were many cultivators waiting, a total of twenty-two of them, all of whom had reached the ninth level of Qi training.

The assessment of the three meridians of the Chu State's warriors is decided by Tianxiang Tower.

If one wants to enter the Twelve Towers of Yujing during the Qi training period, they usually have to obtain a place through the Xueyi Commercial Building, or the Changsheng Sword Sect and Qianyuan Palace.

The assessment for the foundation-building cultivators is held on Shendao Island outside the East China Sea.

As for the Golden Core… the number of Golden Core cultivators in the Chu State can be counted on one's fingers, and most of them are familiar with each other, so there are no assessment trials… If one wants to enter the Blood Robe after reaching this level of cultivation, one can only go to the Blood God Peak in western Liaoning to seek a way.

When he came to this place again, Zhao Qing was no longer a cultivator who came to take the test, but a spectator.

Shen Mo sat in the stands, examining the jade slips from the Changshengfang Merchants' Building. His spiritual sense sensed Zhao Qing and the others. The shopkeeper Shen slowly raised his head, made eye contact with Zhao Qing, and smiled, "The Blood-robed guests are here."

The twenty-two monks in the martial arts arena all looked sideways and quickly locked onto the three women around Zhao Qing.

That female cultivator in red has reached the ninth level of Qi training!

This should be the last guest official that Xueyi came to take the assessment.

Zhou Xiaoyi looked back with her beautiful eyes, playfully scratched her man's palm with her slender hand, and then stepped towards the female Jindan cultivator in her jade shoes.

"Xiaoyi meets Senior Bai."

Bai Wanqiu looked at the woman in front of her with a smile... Is this the person Hong Ning mentioned in the message she sent her?

She nodded slightly and said softly, "Go in."

My aunt bowed respectfully, glanced back at her family in the stands with her beautiful eyes, then turned and walked into the training ground.

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On the stands, there were three people from Xueyi, naturally they were Shen Mo, Zhao Qing and Gu Qinghuan. Liu Zijing brought the guest officials in the foundation-building stage to Shendao Island.

Luo Xianning is the only one in the Nine Swords lineage. After all, this is someone else's sect, and Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense can easily cover the entire martial arts field.

Apart from Bai Wanqiu, who presided over the assessment at Tianxiang Tower, there was also Su He. As for where the Hong Ning Fairy with outstanding temperament had gone... Zhao Qing was actually the first person to get the news.

He also received many benefits from them, including the exquisite spirit boat and Liu Xian's relics. Even the spirit harp used by Tianxiang's disciples were in his storage ring.

Zhao Qing sometimes sighed, thinking that living a comfortable life is still the best.

The air was filled with fragrance, and thick fog rose within the barrier. Bai Wanqiu took light lotus steps and slowly walked into the martial arts field.

Gu Qinghuan's eyes narrowed slightly as she carefully watched her aunt's every move. After all, she had directly drunk the Azure Dragon's blood essence and had never participated in the Chu State's Blood Robe Assessment.

He had never even been a guest official, but he directly achieved the inheritance of the Azure Dragon Blood Code in one step.

Zhao Qing whispered to the Yujing monks scattered in the stands. Shuyue had heard her husband talk about most of these people many times, and she quickly recognized them.

She held her pretty face with both hands, leaned forward, and her bright eyes also rested on her aunt.

"Husband..."

"Why is there no one coming to watch the fight at Liyan Tower?"

Zhao Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Over the years, he had heard Hong Ning Kong Yang talk about Qin Chuxin more than once, the head of Qianyuan Palace and the only female Nascent Soul cultivator in the Chu State.

"Perhaps they don't care about this test, or perhaps they don't need to be present and have the means to monitor everything that happens here."

He vaguely remembered Qin Chuxin's ability to see through walls, which was extremely mysterious.

His spiritual consciousness spanned tens of thousands of miles, and he could communicate directly with Chen Changsheng...

According to Si He, it is no longer a question of whether the spiritual consciousness is condensed or not, but an extremely mysterious magical power.

Zhao Qing secretly controlled the Han Guang Sword, and after it circled around him, he flew to the edge of the martial arts field and waited.

Although the Han Guang Sword was extremely magical, its weak spiritual power fluctuations still attracted Luo Xianning's attention. The woman chuckled and shook her head, not paying attention to Zhao Qing's little movements.

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There was an icy cool touch beneath her jade feet, and her ankles were supported by the tall jade heels. The woman was already familiar with this strange feeling.

The spiritual energy fluctuations of the twenty-two cultivators in front of him were extremely condensed, but compared with the foundation of his own Thousand Days Dao Foundation, it was still far behind.

Hey.

Hey.

Zhou Xiaoyi took slow steps and walked into the crowd.

Including myself, there are a total of twenty-three people taking the test, and only one person can become a disciple of Yujing.

The woman extended her spiritual sense to sense the fluctuations of each person's spiritual energy and determined the threat level.

Among the fourteen male cultivators, three of them had a fierce aura and occasionally talked to each other. They should be disciples of the Changsheng Sword Sect, who had a home advantage that was difficult for other cultivators to match.

However, there were a few others who confronted him head-on. Although they seemed extremely indifferent, the sharpness in the depths of their eyes was no less than that of the three sword cultivators.

The people of Shendao Island...

As if sensing her consciousness, a male cultivator frowned slightly and looked the woman in red up and down.

Zhou Xiaoyi looked back with her beautiful eyes and saw that the other person's gaze lingered on her chest and feet. She didn't care too much, but glanced at Zhao Qing with her beautiful eyes slightly, revealing a clear smile.

She had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze. Since leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, she had been under this kind of scrutiny.

Even when she first met Zhao Qing, she was often secretly stared at by him. Later, she would occasionally deliberately lift her clothes slightly to let Zhao Qing take a few more glances.

The woman lowered her beautiful eyes and glanced at her gauze dress.

Only her neck, arms and calves were exposed, which was something everyone had... Although she couldn't understand men's various fetishes, she had gained some understanding after getting along with Zhao Qing for these years.

Perhaps it was because of my temperament and appearance that my hands and feet were more noticeable?

My aunt's beautiful eyes swept over the man, and then shifted her attention to the eight female cultivators around her.

She had deduced several times in her mind which one had a strong spiritual sense, which one was hostile to her, which one had a violent temper, and even which male cultivator had looked at her figure, and she had thought about some responses.

Finally, she followed everyone's gaze and looked at the female Jindan cultivator.

"Tianxiang, Bai Wanqiu." The female cultivator nodded slightly and said so.

Bai Wanqiu...this spiritual power is much more powerful than that of my grandfather.

The willow branches that Zhao Hongning got for the second time were the ones she sent to Zhongzhou. Judging from Zhao Hongning's personality, she would not tell her the truth, but she would definitely leave this senior sister with considerable benefits.

Bai Wanqiu leaned forward gracefully and spoke to a place outside the barrier, "Fellow Daoist Chen, let's begin."

As the gentle voice fell, an extremely strange wave spread from the female cultivator.

The cultivators all had different expressions. Zhou Xiaoyi slowly stepped back, knowing that this was the secret method of the Seven Emotions... According to what Zhao Qing had said before, this assessment would be presided over by Bai Wanqiu alone.

Perhaps she would first use the technique of charm to lure a few male cultivators to leave on their own.

Zhou Xiaoyi thought silently, and gradually felt a little tired.

The past scenes involuntarily emerged in my mind...

End of the year, winter night.

In the Dingzimo No. 1 courtyard of Danxia Zaofang, Zhao Qing took Qinghuan and Shuyue down to the underground palace, while he himself meditated in the quiet room.

That was her first time visiting Zhao Qing's house.

When I saw Gu Qinghuan, I felt a little strange in my heart. It turned out that this man had a little bitch at home.

At midnight, snow shadows fall under the moon.

The joyful drinking session with Zhao Qing's family just now was still vivid in her mind, making her envious.

She slowly pushed open the door of the quiet room and looked at the scene in the yard.

Fireworks debris was scattered all over the ground, dotted among the white snow, and one could still smell the unique pungent scent of flint.

The cold wind howled, making the dead trees at the foot of Shouyun Mountain rustle.

The flying snow hit my face, penetrated into my arms through my clothes, and was freezing cold to the bone.

Zhou Xiaoyi walked slowly into the courtyard. The door of the west wing was open, some food was scattered around, and there was an unwashed pot next to the stove.

She reached out and opened the lid, revealing several plump dumplings swirling in the white soup.

Maybe Shuyue plans to save it for tomorrow morning?

She looked back at the closed bedroom door with her beautiful eyes, frowned slightly, took a porcelain bowl, and filled it with glutinous rice balls...

She was also afraid that Shuyue or Zhao Qing would suddenly come out and see her cheating, so she used a wind-controlling talisman to fly silently to the eaves.

The porcelain bowl in my hand was still warm, but the thick soup was not sweet enough. The outer skin of the glutinous rice balls was also cold, but the center was still hot.

Zhou Xiaoyi chewed the glutinous rice balls slowly and then swallowed them.

As she took a gentle breath, the biting chill cut through her nose like a sharp blade, but the pungent smell of flint made her extremely fascinated.

She is a person who is very sensitive to smell.

The female teacher in the Duke's Mansion always had a faint fragrance on her body, which left a deep impression on her heart.

Later, she bought a lot of perfume, balm and powder, but she could never find the same taste as before.

But at this moment, the pungent smell of flint is exactly the same as the fragrance of that year.

The woman suddenly realized that what she was looking for was not the smell, but the tranquility and peace of the past.

My father would urge me to play chess and memorize chess moves every day, would whip my palms with a whip, would wait with me and my mother for the sunrise over the sea of ​​clouds, and would secretly scold my teacher for being too harsh on me.

That was before he had adopted a son, inherited the Zhou family, or became the prime minister of the dynasty.

He was just an ordinary kid from aristocratic family, with low cultivation level, who loved playing chess. In Chu, he had a nice nickname - Second Master.

When she heard the word "Second Master", she knew he was talking about her father.

There was only one Erye in the capital of Chu, who often followed other men to the Jiaofangsi to play with women. He was the best chess player in the capital, and his calligraphy and painting were also extraordinary, which won the hearts of many courtesans.

The second master was a dashing man. When his mother smelled the scent of powder on him, she smiled and didn't care.

He would also secretly ask me to ask my father which master's widow I was taking care of today.

until one day.

The old man has been poisoned by a Gu and is in critical condition.

Passed the position of head of the family to my father...

In an instant, everything was different.

The second master of the Jiaofangsi suddenly became the prime minister of the dynasty.

He stopped playing chess, visiting brothels, and caring about himself and his mother.

My mother left the State of Chu alone and returned to the depths of the vast desert, where she belonged.

He suddenly had two older brothers, his father's adopted sons.

Zhou Xiaoyi suddenly realized that she seemed to be missing a teacher.

She had many teachings, including spiritual practice, calligraphy and painting, morality, and piano music...but the second master personally supervised her chess skills.

However, the prime minister of the time used the whole world as chess pieces, and she, his daughter, could only stare at the chessboard alone.

The prime minister even forgot to hire a teacher to help her practice music.

She made some progress in her cultivation, and after condensing her Qi into her body, she went to the Changsheng Square for training. Her father did not show up either...

Instead, it was that strange brother who gave him a communication jade.

He said……

My grandfather’s life is coming to an end. Leader of the Danxia Sect, please give me the recipe for the Yuan-Shi Gu Pill as soon as possible.

With his aptitude of top-grade water spiritual roots, it should not be difficult for him to become a direct disciple of a sect.

On the eaves, Zhou Xiaoyi's eyes were dull, and she greedily breathed in the smell of flint in the cold wind.

The second master finally took the chess position.

His daughter became a pawn.

The woman's beautiful eyes closed slightly, her slender neck trembled, and she drank up the white soup that was no longer warm.

Her black hair was ravaged by the cold wind, and she slowly opened her beautiful eyes to look at the messy layout in the yard.

Fireworks and silver flowers fall, decorating the snow, but there is no need to sweep them away.

The food in the kitchen can be saved and eaten tomorrow, and the dishes can be washed the next day.

Women can sit and eat with men without having to wait on them.

This Zhao Qing's cultivation level is similar to his own, but he is just a menial worker... Although he has little knowledge, he is very good to his wife.

He must be interested in me, otherwise he wouldn't have brought me home.

It was inevitable for a woman to have the fantasy that if she and he became a Taoist partner, that Gu Qinghuan would be really annoying, but Zhao Qing cared about her a lot.

Will I have a little daughter with this man?

Or maybe I am his little daughter?

This man is a little stupid, but it's worth getting to know him more.

There is a Lantern Festival in Changshui County, and Miss Xiu has called herself many times...

Will Zhao Qing go alone to see me?

Or bring his two women with him to see the lanterns?

Zhou Xiaoyi jumped lightly off the eaves, washed the porcelain bowl and put it back in its place, then quietly returned to the quiet room to meditate.

I felt like I must have been drunk just now. How could I have such thoughts?

She actually wants to be his daughter, how shameless!

What if he takes advantage of me being drunk and forces himself on me?

Ah.

I don't have the courage to leave him alone...

She felt a cool touch under her feet, and her slender jade toes slightly curled up, and Zhou Xiaoyi's heart was fluttering.

"If your spiritual consciousness enters another person's Mingtang, they will be doomed!"

She seemed to feel her body trembling, her consciousness being swallowed up, and a clear spring flowing across the ground...

The figure in front of me is hazy, and the sky is high and the clouds are vast.

She and that man have been together for thousands of days and nights.

He would write down what he said, take care of his emotions, kneel in front of him and call him master when he went crazy, and tell him everything he encountered.

He is no longer stupid, and sometimes he will give up when playing chess.

He would still ask himself what he should do and whether it was appropriate to do so.

He said Xiaoyi has the final say at home, and whatever Xiaoyi says is what it is.

Daddy...

In the martial arts arena, monks left one after another, and after an incense stick of time, only thirteen people were left.

The woman in red slowly raised her eyes, a flash of light appeared on the spiritual ring, and she clenched a green whip in her slender hand... and looked towards the stands.