Beauty helps me achieve immortality

"So what if you haven't been educated? We have Shuyue and Xiaoyi at home, that's enough. You just stay by my side peacefully."

Zhao Qing felt the intermittent and weak breathing beside his ear and whispered comfortingly.

Gu Qinghuan's eyes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a warm current filling her heart, which wanted to melt her whole body into a ball of honey.

She rarely showed her girlish playfulness and innocence, whispering in her master's ear: "Stay by my side... for what?"

Ok?

Zhao Qing chuckled and glanced sideways, meeting the woman's lively eyes.

It was a little red and swollen, but seemed to be able to speak, flashing with frivolity and playfulness.

He had never seen Qinghuan like this before, but he was able to catch the hint of joy hidden in Qinghuan's heart in an instant.

A powerful hand like an iron yoke clasped Qinghuan's white wrist tightly, causing her to cross her hands and raise them above her head. Her messy sleeves slid down, revealing her white and delicate shoulders.

Gu Qinghuan felt a tingling pain in her wrist, and the frivolous look in her eyes became even stronger. She smiled and looked at the man, swallowing gently.

The white and slender neck rises and falls, contrasting with the soft contours of the collarbone.

The exquisitely crafted phoenix eyes were a little red and swollen, and many bloodshot could be seen, but the smile in them had already overflowed from the eye sockets.

Two slender arms were raised above her head. The woman leaned forward with difficulty and whispered in her ear, "Master, do you like Qinghuan to be your medicine slave?"

"Kneel beside me."

"Orders must be obeyed."

“No dignity.”

She smiled charmingly: "Qing Huan will be your drug slave for life."

Zhao Qing looked at the enchanting and charming woman in front of him, feeling a little strange, yet extremely familiar.

They have slept in each other's arms for many years.

But Qing Huan hadn't said so much before, most of the time she just watched weakly...

Si He's laughter came to his mind: "Qing Huan is firing at full power, you are in danger."

However, Zhao Qing did not feel that he was in danger. Instead, he was worried about Shuyue.

He used his slightly curled index finger to lift Qinghuan's chin, causing her sad and beautiful face to look up.

Her eyes were red from crying, her red lips were moist and tender, her hair by her ears was a little messy, she tensed her slender body... and smiled foolishly with her red lips slightly parted.

Like a madman.

A completely crazy woman.

However, it was this smile with tear marks and bloodshot pupils that was deeply engraved in Zhao Qing's mind.

She really doesn't have much ability.

Born in a lowly family, she had very poor talent for cultivation. In her early years, she could only perform some mundane music and dance. Even though she knew a lot about elixir and herbs... she had learned that bit by bit from the scriptures.

Rote memorization is no match for natural talent, but she has long been accustomed to rote memorization.

There are countless poor people in the world, and kind-hearted women are not uncommon. Every alchemy sect has hundreds or even thousands of small servants who are proficient in alchemy herbs.

But there is only one Gu Qinghuan.

Zhao Qing even felt that Qinghuan was like a poisonous snake, injecting its venom directly into the depths of his heart.

Indeed, this was the medicine slave who had been guarding the alchemy room all those years ago.

She is mean.

However, Zhao Qing had been completely controlled and felt that his emotions were all being controlled by Qinghuan.

…She is really crazy.

Zhao Qing was lost in the woman's frivolous and humble nonsense. He held her head and hands tightly and kissed her cruelly. Even though Qinghuan had hidden a deadly poison in her mouth... he was still happy to do so.

·

The moonlight enters the Star Tower.

The flames in the front yard shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire manor.

The array patterns on the martial arts field are intricate and complex, and the spirit gathering array attracts spiritual energy, making the spiritual fire more vigorous.

This is the Suhuo Formation that Xiaoyi recently engraved. It is not very effective...it is only a formation for the Qi training stage.

Zhao Qing was supposed to use the fire technique to start the fire, but he was obviously entangled in the bedroom by Qinghuan and couldn't get out at the moment.

The bleak night wind of late autumn fanned the flames, and the beautiful figure on the martial arts field twisted and danced... stretched very long by the flames.

Shuyue rested her head on her aunt's slender waist, curled up her legs and waited for her husband and Qinghuan to come and roast the lamb together.

She was playing with the soft sword in her hand, but her mind had already flown to the bedroom in the backyard.

"I've never heard Qinghuan talk so much..." she said to herself.

Zhou Xiaoyi sighed slightly and fiddled with her gauze dress boredly: "This is also good. It will affect my mood if I keep silent all the time."

"Um……"

Shuyue chatted casually in a low voice.

"I feel like Qinghuan is a little different."

A smile flashed across her bright eyes, and she exchanged glances with her aunt: "Zhao Qing seems to prefer this humble and flirtatious attitude."

Is that so?

Xiaoyi shook her head and took Shuyue's soft sword to play with it. The sharp blade was illuminated by the firelight, and the purple light was twisted and weird.

"He loves pure joy, no matter what form it takes."

Shuyue looked thoughtful and said harshly, "I'm going to get Qinghuan drunk to death tonight!"

"At least let her drink a jar of strong liquor alone!"

My aunt curled her lips: "Why should I help her?"

Shuyue: ...

"It's a rare opportunity to vent some emotions."

Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes fluttered with a smile: "Qing Huan is so cruel, it will take at least three jars."

Three altars! ?

Three jars of Beimo's strong liquor would probably make three or five ordinary strong men drunk to death. More than ten pounds of muddy soup... can Qinghuan bear it?

Shuyue frowned and said, "Isn't that too much?"

"Not much." Auntie chuckled.

……

In the backyard bedroom, Zhao Qing caressed the willow waist in his arms affectionately: "Did you hear that? Xiaoyi is going to force you to drink three jars of wine."

Gu Qinghuan nodded with a smile and said softly, "I can swallow it."

"I could have easily drunk ten jars of wine from those two."

Zhao Qing looked into the woman's eyes and chuckled softly, "If Xiaoyi hears this, you'll probably get drunk to death tonight."

"Ok?"

The woman smiled and said, "It would be even better if I could die drunk in my master's arms."

She thought for a moment, a hint of mischief flashing across her face, "No, it should be that he died drunk at his master's feet."

Snapped!

A bright red palm print was left on the woman's waist as punishment.

Gu Qinghuan seemed to feel no pain at all. She raised her slender hand to comb the hair that had stained her lips: "Shuyue and Xiaoyi are still waiting for the master."

What do you mean by wait for me?

"Not waiting for you?"

Gu Qinghuan smiled but said nothing.

Zhao Qing helped her straighten her plain skirt and said softly, "If you want to say anything in the future, just say it directly and spend more time chatting with Shuyue."

"Okay..." The woman's voice was very weak.

She hesitated for a moment, then held the man's wrist with her slender hand and whispered.

"Qing Huan thought she could hold it in."

"Just being by my master's side is enough."

"But I always feel that it's not enough. Qinghuan gives the master too little. I also want the master to pamper me more, more..."

Zhao Qing rubbed the woman's hair: "Is that enough now?"

Gu Qinghuan chuckled, pressed her body against the man's and whispered, "Not enough."

"To be the master's medicine slave for life, even if Qing Huan turns to ashes and becomes dry bones, I still feel that the master's love is too little."

The woman's eyes flashed with spring and she smiled charmingly.

"Qinghuan and Xiaoyi Shuyue are different. Qinghuan is very greedy."

"Twelve hours a day, guarding the master for thousands and thousands of years... and yet I'm never satisfied."

Zhao Qing pinched her small ear and said, "That's really greedy."

·

The firelight flickered, distorting the moon's shadow.

The woman's sleeves were tied casually around her waist, and her dark black hair was extremely messy.

Xiaoyi's smile in front of me was a little hazy, and the incense stick handed to me by Shuyue kept shaking.

The night wind and spiritual fire in my ears roared and sobbed.

Gu Qinghuan felt like a fish about to die of thirst, unable to endure the scorching heat of the fire in front of him.

But the man's embrace was so warm, even hotter than fire in her feeling...

There was a buzzing in my ears.

A disgusting spicy smell filled her nose, and streams of wine surged up, but she forced herself to swallow them.

"Too little~ Master, this wine has no taste." Light words came out, filled with endless contempt and unwillingness.

A splitting headache.

Spiritual energy could easily eliminate this torture, but she did not do so, and even stopped the operation of the Azure Dragon Blood Codex.

How wonderful it would be to die drunkenly and dreamlessly...at least I can still stay by my master's side.

The face that used to be gentle and beautiful now had an unnatural redness, and the vermilion lip balm was washed away by the turbid wine, which mixed with the night wind and flowed down her throat.

Zhao Qing held the woman tightly in his arms, sighed softly, took the unopened wine jar from Shuyue, and placed it in front of Qinghuan.

This is already the fourth altar.

Even though Qinghuan was a cultivator who was about to establish his foundation, he could hardly bear this kind of drunkenness, and even his consciousness was no longer clear.

However, Zhao Qing had no intention of stopping Qing Huan, instead he continued to feed her...

At worst, he could use his spiritual power to help her eliminate the turbid soup. As a man, Zhao Qing knew very well what it was like to be drunk... If Qinghuan wanted to drink, he would let her drink.

Gu Qinghuan's eyes were hazy and a smile appeared on her pink lips.

"Owner……"

She picked up the wine jar and drank greedily.

The strong and pungent wine poured into her nose and mouth. Only in this way could she feel comfortable and relaxed.

She closed her eyes tightly, feeling the surge in her belly.

A large amount of wine choked into her airway, but she ignored it. Her consciousness gradually became unclear, and the man's face merged with the bright moon in the autumn night.

……

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Hululu..."

"ferry!"

"ferry!"

"There's a boat!"

The ear canal was filled with river water, and a hot current was surging in the nasal cavity. The little girl clung to her sister's clothes tightly, and was swept away by the flood, not knowing where she was going.

The roars and shouts of the disaster victims were extremely vague in her ears. Gu Qinghuan, who was only five years old, turned pale. She thought she was deaf... Fortunately, they were not starved to death.

If you are deaf, you can still eat honey, but if you are dead, you really can’t eat anything.

Her slender arms were dragged by her sister, and her petite body was struggling helplessly in the water. She had already lost consciousness and even forgot to close her mouth, allowing the muddy water to rush into her nostrils and mouth.

In the autumn of the Dinghai year, heavy rain fell in Tianshui County for seven days and seven nights.

The Lancang River overflowed and broke its dike, and the river dike in Jiaoping County was as thin as paper in the face of the flood.

That night.

The turbulent river rolled back, destroying houses and sweeping countless fleeing victims into the mud flood. Beams and pillars, piles of mud and rocks, and countless broken limbs floated in the muddy water.

Fortunately, Gu Qinghuan and her sister were already homeless and were not directly killed by the collapsed house.

The girl cried and screamed, her mouth filled with mud, and she felt like she was suffocating...

"Don't yell!"

Her sister pulled her hair roughly and the two of them squeezed onto a broken boat.

She could hardly hear what they were saying, she only heard her sister begging...

My sister's clothes were pulled and torn into pieces, and the men covered in mud dragged her into the cabin - this was the price of getting on the ship.