Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 234 The Summer of the Seventh Year

This year, the Grain in Ear season coincided with a full moon. A huge white jade plate hung upside down in the clear canal, swaying under the pull of the Milky Way.

Maybe it was because the wine had soaked into the wound, but Xiaoyi's arm was trembling slightly, and there were spots of blood on the scars on her neck. She felt a little regretful in her drunken state.

At least you shouldn't tie a knot on impulse...

Wine dripped from her black hair, and as she lowered her head, the weeds in front of her were blown gently by the night wind, bending her waist.

The messy gravel scratched my calves, causing some pain. The green grass rubbed against my white wrists, bringing an itch similar to that when a wound heals.

The slender green fingers were slightly closed, and the graceful white jade ring reflected the bright moonlight, the dark dense forest, the lush weeds and that proud face.

Is this the woman in red who won the championship in broad daylight?

Her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and a strange feeling filled her heart.

I vaguely understood Qinghuan and Sihe's happiness.

But she was always strong and was not used to this feeling, so she thought it would only happen this time.

The red lips parted slightly, and the hot and moist breath carried a strong smell of alcohol, which was exhaled among the weeds. The woman sniffed the unique fragrance of the mountains at the tip of her nose, and her heart was ups and downs. An unprecedented feeling rushed to the top of her head... Maybe she was drunk.

……

In the courtyard high above the north of the town, the flames were still flaring in the night wind.

But the two people who were originally talking at the stone table had disappeared.

Shuyue and Qinghuan naturally followed quietly behind... Their spiritual consciousness could sense Xiaoyi, and Xiaoyi could naturally sense them as well.

But Shuyue's steps were light, and her bright eyes were full of excitement and curiosity.

It seems like he wants to see what Xiaoyi, who is usually cold and aloof, will experience tonight...

Gu Qinghuan, on the other hand, walked gracefully with lotus steps, her mind already flying away.

The clear channel makes a gurgling sound as it flows.

The sound of flowing water mixed with the croaking of frogs in the pond downstream, calling for the arrival of dawn.

The rice on the terraces is still very weak, and fireflies are flying around, emitting faint light.

Qinghuan stopped, her eyes slightly closed, and the blush on her slender neck became even more intense.

……

Shouyun Mountain.

It was an ordinary night, or perhaps an unusual one.

Si Hehao supported his chin with his wrist, leaned on the fir tree at the foot of the mountain, and quietly looked at the starry sky.

Sensing Zhao Qing's passionate thoughts at the moment, she seemed a little drunk.

That’s Xiaoyi!

It was Shao Yu, who was usually arrogant and cold, who would look at himself, and even at Zhao Qing, as if he were trash.

Well, this summer night is unusual.

It was the Grain in Ear in the seventh year since Zhao Qing left Shouyun Mountain.

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The next day, the morning light was dim.

The hazy mist covered the deep forest, and the gurgling springs flowed into the clear canal.

Zhao Qing held the woman in his arms and carefully bandaged the knife wound on her arm.

My aunt's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, she snorted and looked up and stopped looking at him.

It was not until this moment that she felt the pain in her wounds. The wounds that had burst due to fighting all night were even soaked with wine, and the burning pain went straight to her soul.

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "You have no mercy on women! I'm so blind!"

Zhao Qing frowned and stared into her beautiful watery eyes.

He explained slowly, "If I were to be kind to women, you would be truly blind."

Zhou Xiaoyi: ...

She tightened her lips, forcing herself not to smile, and said softly, "Shuyue and Qinghuan have been watching."

Zhao Qing nodded slightly and silently combed his messy black hair with his fingers.

More than just watching...

The panel in front of him reappeared, showing the content that kept jumping last night.

【Sihe】

Intimacy

[Gained lifespan: 10 days]

[Gained lifespan: 10 days]

……

【Gu Qinghuan】

【Sharing Weal and Woe】

[Water Spiritual Root Qualification: 15]

[Water Spiritual Root: Top Grade (7255/)]

[Obtain Wood Spiritual Root Qualification: 15]

[Mu Ling Root: Top Grade (/)]

[Obtaining the Fire Spiritual Root Qualification...]

Return to the house in the north of the town.

Qinghuan was quietly studying the Book of Plants, while Shuyue had already prepared some porridge and side dishes.

The pretty woman saw her husband and Xiaoyi returning, her eyes suddenly lit up: "Where did you go?"

My aunt glanced sideways at Zhao Qing.

Zhao Qing hesitated for a moment and said, "Drink more tonight and I'll tell you in private."

Shuyue stuck out her tongue, then stopped teasing the two of them and started arranging for Qinghuan to come to the yard for dinner.

……

Several days passed in a flash.

My aunt obtained that drop of Azure Dragon's blood in the Blood Robe Tower of Changshengfang and accepted the inheritance of the foundation-building volume of the "Azure Dragon Blood Classic".

Since then, the State of Chu has had another blood-stained disciple.

However, when Zhao Qing discussed garrisoning in the market town with Liu Zijing and Shen Mo, they were in trouble.

Those who are stationed in Xueyi can receive a share of the profits from the business.

For example, when he was in Songshan, he could get 30% profit from the Blood Clothes Building in Songshanfang every year. Last year it was less, only 60,000 spirit stones... In the previous two years, it was 70,000 to 80,000.

Qing Huan was directly stationed in Zhongzhou, and since she was in Chu State, she naturally did not receive any profit share.

But my aunt is different...

Although this money doesn't seem like much, it's only about ten Foundation Establishment Pills a year, which is nothing to their family now.

But there is no time limit for spiritual practice, and there are many variables involved.

Fifty thousand spirit stones a year, five hundred thousand in ten years... Moreover, Qing Huan used his own contribution to help his aunt exchange for the rare blood stone, and the total cost for the two stages of Qi training and foundation building was two hundred and eighty thousand.

Although Qinghuan still has some left, she still needs to condense the blood stone to nourish her qi and blood after she builds her foundation.

Shuyue hasn't established her foundation yet. If her future expenses are taken into account, the family will soon be unable to make ends meet.

This leads to a huge problem.

Do you still want Xiaoyi’s share of the profits from the garrison?

You can't live in two different neighborhoods with Xiaoyi, right?

Zhao Qing temporarily said goodbye to his two senior brothers and said that he would make a decision after careful consideration.

Outside Changshengfang is Shangchu Town.

The scattered monks on the street were busy with their own things. My aunt was wearing a brocade robe with flowers and a red belt around her slender waist. She had changed her usual tall jade shoes into long boots.

She walked slowly, holding the pea yellow tea she had just bought in her hand, and sipping it in small sips with her head down.

She also feeds it to the men around her from time to time.

The woman took Zhao Qing to the silk shop from three years ago, bought two brand new rouge-colored quilts, and then returned to the small house that belonged to them alone.

Deep in Qingyu Lane.

The slightly rusty copper key opened the old lock, and an old smell came to the face.

The front hall was empty, and the sunlight coming in through the window reflected the dust in the air.

Xiaoyi casually stuffed the pastries to Zhao Qing, then began to carefully tidy up the bedroom and put on the brand new rouge-colored bedding.

She doesn't come to Qingyu Lane often.

To be exact, I rarely come here.

She bought this small house when she left the Duke's Mansion and came to Changshengfang for training, but she didn't live there for too long.

After that, I would occasionally come here to take a rest with Zhao Qing.

Although Shangchu Town was mostly populated by mortals and independent cultivators, the elm trees in front of the alley had grown luxuriantly over the years, making this small house no longer as bright as it once was. Even the wooden dressing table exuded a rotten smell...

But she cared deeply about this place.

It seems that only here does the man in front of me belong to me alone.

Zhao Qing finished his cake in a few bites, put away the oil paper temporarily, and stared at the busy figure in front of him.

At this moment, the female foundation-building cultivator who had just become a Blood-Cloaked Disciple was like an ordinary woman. She chuckled as she tidied up the small bed and slowly wiped the dressing table and bronze mirror.

Over the years, Zhao Qing has seen all of Xiaoyi's faces.

She would tease men with a look of contempt, would frown and stare silently at the chessboard, would go crazy under the influence of alcohol, occasionally talk nonsense, and occasionally give seductive glances.

There is no such thing as a cold and aloof fairy. She is just an ordinary woman.

She likes sweet and sour fruit cakes, and like other women, she loves the color red. She gets secretly happy when people compliment her appearance, but she frowns when she encounters troubles.

It’s not that my aunt has become ordinary, but that Zhao Qing has unveiled her mystery.

The woman's long black hair fell down, and she felt the strong arms hugging her from behind. For a moment, her body tensed up and her breathing became heavy.

She raised her eyes to look at the man in the bronze mirror and chuckled, "What's wrong? You want to separate from me?"

Zhao Qing shook his head slightly.

"When we first met, I had to think for a long time before saying anything more. You were so beautiful."

A smile flashed across Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes, and she put her slender hands on the man: "Now you look down on a lowly woman like me, right?"

Zhao Qing pulled her to the bedside.

"Let's go out and have a look these days to see if we can find a safer and quieter Blood Clothes Trading Company. If not, we won't take the small share of the profits."

"I'll do as you say." The woman nodded slightly, broke free from his embrace, and continued to clean the bedroom.

Not every market town is peaceful and stable. There is the Changsheng Sword Sect in Songshan County, and the owner of the commercial building, Zeng Nianke, also has some tricks up his sleeve, so most of the time he won't cause trouble for Zhao Qing.

If a similar Blood-Clothed Commercial Building can be found, Xiaoyi will go there to be the garrison commander and collect the profits, and it doesn't matter if she stays at home in Songshan.

But we still have to pay attention to the developments in another market...

Unless it is the dojo of Yujing disciples, you can feel free to mess around and cut corners.

For example, the Changshengfang and Songshanfang of the Changsheng Sword Sect, the cultivation market inside the mountain gate of Qianyuan Palace, or Danxia City would also be fine, but the profit share from Danxia is too little, only a few thousand spirit stones a year, so there is no need to go through so much trouble.

Forget it. Instead of being upset, I might as well take some time to work on the Baipo Pill, which can force a foundation-building cultivator to leap to a higher level. If the quality is high... I can make up for those few spirit stones by selling more pills.

After a while, the woman raised her slender fingers to comb the black hair by her ears. She looked around the spotless bedroom with her beautiful eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

She casually took out a small formation that could block her spiritual consciousness. This was the one she usually used to disassemble and study formation patterns, but it was enough to cover an area of ​​three to five feet.

The beautiful feet were pulled out of the boots and the socks were taken off.

The brocade robe and underwear fell to the ground, and the delicate body got into the quilt.

The woman rested her head lightly on Zhao Qing's arm, feeling unprecedented ease and comfort.

She leaned slightly to the side and chuckled, "We have a spirit boat. It only takes half a day to cross the Chu State. It's also enough time to go back and forth between the two markets."

Zhao Qing gently embraced her delicate body: "It's a bit troublesome. After all, we still have to pay attention to the movements of another business."

Xiaoyi stopped talking immediately.

Then he smiled and said, "Qing Huan will definitely use it on you when she sees me like that."

After all, she is different from Gu Qinghuan.

Zhao Qing hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Don't force yourself. Just feel happy."

Um! ?

A hint of teasing flashed across the woman's beautiful eyes. She leaned over and rested her head on Zhao Qing's shoulder, raised her slender white neck, and gave a slight gesture.

Then he snorted a disdainful chuckle from his nose, his voice as quiet as orchid: "You are just being stubborn after loosening the rope. You don't even know how fierce you are."

The man's laughter and warm breath rubbed against her ears, making her feel a little overwhelmed.

"Ah!"

Xiaoyi sneered and stopped talking about those ridiculous things.

She leaned into the man's arms, letting his strong arms hold her slender waist tightly, and then picked up the account book on the bedside.

Look through it with Zhao Qing.

"At that time, I was planning to join the Changsheng Sword Sect... but in the end, I couldn't resist my brother, so I went to the Danxia Sect in the spring."

Xiaoyi's father, Zhou Zongliang, is the prime minister of the current dynasty, with the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment. He has two adopted sons who are older than Xiaoyi and can be considered his brothers.

Zhao Qing glanced sideways and looked through the account book with her.

[Spirit stones were exchanged for 100 taels of gold, leaving a balance of 820 pieces.]

[I purchased two talismans and three bottles of fasting pills, leaving me with a balance of 790 pieces.]

I went to Fangbei with Sister Hong to see the lotus pond and bought a spirit fish, leaving me with a balance of 160 to 170 pieces.

……

He had secretly read these several times, but Xiaoyi didn't tell him, and he rarely asked about these annoying things.

Xiaoyi rarely mentions her parents to herself.

But today...

The woman explained softly, "This Sister Hong's name is Deng Hong. She's a casual cultivator temporarily residing in Shangchu Town, but she moved away a long time ago."

"We met in a shop selling spells. There was also a male cultivator there at the time. The three of us were very close..."

Xiaoyi finished her words, chuckled and raised her eyebrows: "Not curious?"

Zhao Qing: ...

You were a virgin and very young at that time. How close could the relationship be?

He thought for a moment and then said, "I'm very curious."

The woman's beautiful eyes narrowed, as if she was annoyed that the man didn't pay attention to her past. She whispered, "That male cultivator was Deng Hong's Taoist partner. They moved away a long time ago."

"They left Shangchu Town before I even went to Danxia, ​​and I haven't seen them in ten years."

Hmm...it seems Xiaoyi ate a lot of dog food back then.

Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes fluttered and she put down the account book in her hand.

"Miss Xiu said that I am very suitable for practicing in Tianxiang Tower."

"When I first arrived in Danxia, ​​I turned in my talisman and became a guest official of Xueyi. I often went to Tianxiang Tower to discuss zither music with her."

"But I didn't expect that I would become a Blood Robe disciple now."

She leaned over to look at Zhao Qing and teased him, "You really should meet Xiu'er. She's so beautiful, with eyes that can capture a man's soul."

Zhao Qing laughed and said, "What would you do if I fell in love with her?"

Miss Xiu is a zither player at Tianxiang Tower in Danxia City. She has a close relationship with Xiaoyi, but Zhao Qing rarely hears her talk about her friends and past events.

After building the foundation, Xiaoyi seemed to have changed a little...but Zhao Qing didn't know what caused it.

This is amazing.

After hearing what her man said, Zhou Xiaoyi said with disdain: "What's the point of you liking him?"

"A mere errand boy... I was the only one who was fooled by you and got on board with you."

She supported her delicate head with her fair wrist, and gently kneaded Zhao Qing's shoulders and neck with her other slender hand. She smiled slowly and said, "I've been following you for seven years, and you've only reached the second level of foundation building."

"At that time, Xiu'er will introduce me to a wealthy guest from Tianxiang Tower. He is in the middle stage of foundation building."

Zhao Qing glanced sideways: "Why don't you marry?"

Xiaoyi thought slowly. She had never seen the man Xiu'er was talking about. She was just talking about him casually...

"Well... he was too ugly, not as handsome as you."

what! ?

Zhao Qing widened his eyes and asked, "Are you serious?"

The woman lay peacefully in the quilt, recounting her past events. Two hours had passed since she started talking.

She kissed the man's cheek and said softly, "What about you?"

"How did you turn Qing Huan into that? I want to hear..."