Beauty helps me achieve immortality

The top of Shouyun Mountain.

Deep in a peach and willow palace, pavilions stand on a steep cliff. In front of you is a rushing waterfall, like a surging river hanging upside down between heaven and earth, falling into a jade pool and splashing white water.

The sound is like thunder, surging and roaring, surging and turbulent, and misty.

This palace was built by famous craftsmen from the imperial court, and the waterfall that looks like a pearl curtain was created by the formation.

In order to irrigate the fields in Lianyang Town, Si He bought countless spring arrays. Now, he placed the remaining array plates on the top of the cliff, and supplemented them with the fourth-level spirit gathering array left by Lu Qing... The rich spiritual energy waterfall almost never stops.

The morning glow reflects the passionate splashes of water, and the red peaches and green willows are reflected in the jade pool.

The crisp morning breeze gently caressed the woman's white hair, and it felt a little itchy when it brushed against her face.

Wang Shuyue stood quietly beside Si He, carrying a huge black iron broadsword on her back...

Si He was looking at the ethereal Taoliu Cloud Waterfall, while Shu Yue was looking at the peerless mountain and sea demon god.

A lazy and cold voice came to my ears: "The sword-controlling magic that Luo Xianning brought is still very obscure to you. I will teach you in the future."

The pretty girl nodded lightly. Compared to the Tianqing Sword and the sword-controlling magical power, she was more interested in Si He's arrogant and cold appearance.

Xiaoyi said it in private.

Si He is a little bitch who looks fierce but is actually weak inside. Although she can be suffocating when she's aggressive, she's naughty and cheerful at heart, and she longs to be bullied by her...

At this moment, the white-haired fairy frowned slightly, and spoke in a cold and teasing tone, "What is Yue'er looking at?"

Shuyue: ...

She smiled with her bright eyes and said softly, "You look so much better now than before."

After hearing Shuyue's praise, Si He was secretly happy, but his expression gradually became gloomy.

A pair of cold eyes examined the woman and said coldly: "You are not allowed to be distracted when practicing sword."

"it is good……"

Shuyue nodded obediently, not taking it seriously in her heart.

In fact, Si He no longer has any deterrent power in the hearts of his family, and even his only dignity has been completely destroyed by his aunt.

But everyone still consciously helped her save face.

Si He waved his arm lightly, and the broadsword behind Shu Yue disappeared instantly, sweeping past the two of them... The morning breeze blew, the weeping willows swayed, and the waterfall on the opposite bank suddenly stopped, and the flow stopped between the cliffs!

What's even more strange is that the rugged and steep cliffs are still ancient and vigorous, without any sword marks left.

Rather than saying that the sword intent cut off the waterfall, it was more like a pair of skillful hands gently lifted up the rushing pearl curtain.

Wang Shuyue's bright eyes trembled, her fair wrist was grasped tightly by Si He, and the Tianqing Sword rolled back and fell into his hand.

"Okay."

The woman reminded her casually, guiding her little hand and gently picking it up. The edgeless broadsword trembled and emitted a heavy humming sound.

With this inconspicuous lift, the reflection in the jade pool below the waterfall disappeared and turned into tiny drops of water flying across the cliff.

It was as if the rain in the world returned to the sky, or as if time was flowing backwards, with rivers flowing back before my eyes and waterfalls roaring back to the mountaintops...

Seeing this, Shuyue couldn't help but widen her eyes, her pretty face full of disbelief.

This kind of magical method is nothing to a cultivator. Perhaps Xiaoyi could do it with the help of her water spiritual root, but Sihe... did not use any spiritual power.

Faintly, she felt an indescribable power flowing skillfully in the waterfall and jade pool.

"The Heaven-Qing Sword should be a sword of sinking power."

"Instead of using spiritual power and consciousness to guide the sword energy, it is better to calmly comprehend this unique sword force."

Sword power?

Shuyue's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at the waterfall flowing backwards in the distance in silence.

She had previously read a book about swordsmen, which mentioned that there was a certain order to sword moves: moving your steps and exerting your strength, exerting your strength to understand the moves, and understanding the moves to master the techniques...

But it is obvious that the clever methods invented by ordinary people are still far from real practice.

Wang Shuyue held her breath and asked softly, "How do you comprehend the Heavenly Sword Power?"

Si He turned his head slightly, put his arm around the woman's shoulders and leaned on the balcony with her. Then he brushed her eyes to make her close them, and sealed her spiritual power and consciousness with his vast soul.

"There's no need to rush into cultivation during this period. First, use your heart to comprehend the power of heaven and earth."

"Tao gives birth to things, things take shape, and momentum becomes reality."

"The speed of rushing water, which can even float rocks, is due to its momentum."

"Climbing high and being able to see far is the silent power of the mountains; the roc flying across the sky is the whistling power of the wind."

Shuyue closed her eyes and listened to the slow narration in her ears. Naturally, she put away her playful thoughts. She knew that Si He really wanted to teach her some skills.

At this moment, her thoughts were scattered, and she asked doubtfully, "Is the sword's sharpness the same as the sharpness of metal? Is the muddy mountain swamp the same as the softness of a great lake?"

Si He's beautiful eyes flickered as she stared intently at Xiao Shuyue's curved eyelashes.

"Just figure it out on your own."

"How about I give you some homework?"

Shuyue nodded slightly, indicating that she would complete her homework carefully.

Soon, Si He assigned her a full task.

Every morning he would go to the mountaintop to listen to the wind, then go to sit quietly under the waterfall. In the evening he would chop wood with his Tianqing sword, and at night he would copy books peacefully...

Only when you can use the soft force of the brush to break the green rock when writing with ink, can you be considered to have entered the realm of writing.

"While cultivation is certainly important, realizing that the universe is being used for one's own benefit is the true essence of cultivation."

……

After the two sisters had given oral instructions, Shuyue was given clear instructions and walked obediently to the waterfall to be showered with water - she was not allowed to use her spiritual energy or divine sense to block it.

The rushing waterfall is like a raging river. The woman's ink-black hair is tightly attached to her pretty oval face. She narrows her eyes, purses her lips, and stands tall.

The splashing water was like gravel, not only hurting her forehead, but also making her clothes stick to her body after being soaked, which was even more uncomfortable... Besides, she was afraid of the cold.

Si He stood with his hands behind his back and chuckled playfully, "What's the difference between a waterfall and a spring?"

Hearing the indistinct words amidst the rumbling water, the woman's delicate body shuddered, and she gritted her teeth and yelled, "It's cold and it hurts!"

There was no response from outside the waterfall. Wang Shuyue narrowed her eyes slightly and searched, but the white-haired figure had disappeared...

·

In the small alchemy room, the delicate body under the thin blanket trembled slightly. Gu Qinghuan suddenly opened her eyes and woke up, as if she had just had a nightmare.

She breathed softly and looked around at the scene.

This is no longer the alchemy room No. 80 where the wedding took place last night.

On the altar, the tea in the white jade cup was no longer warm, and messy bedding was piled in the corner - no one was there.

The woman took a deep breath and habitually drank a sip of tea to moisten her lips.

She noticed that the scarlet gauze dress that usually hung behind the door had disappeared.

Xiaoyi went out, and when she woke up her master was not around... Had he left?

Zhao Qing did not say when he would go to Mingshang, but just said that he wanted to spend more time with Qinghuan these days.

At this moment, Gu Qinghuan looked around the deserted and small alchemy room, and for a moment he felt empty in his heart.

She walked outside in her thin underwear...

The sun is shining brightly, and the peach and willow trees are reflected in each other, creating a picture.

The grass of late spring is still lush, and the walls of Siyou City at the foot of the mountain are dark and solemn.

Why leave without saying goodbye?

The woman slowly squatted against the wall. She knew that Si He and Shu Yue were still on the mountain, but she had no spiritual awareness and could not find them for a while.

Looking at the familiar scene before him, he saw Xiaoyi and Sihe drinking tea together a few days ago... and playing cards with the master...

The spring breeze caresses, blowing down drops of crystal.

Gu Qinghuan pursed her pink lips slightly, her pretty face full of smiles, but the world in her eyes was gradually blurred by tears.

I survived the mountain flood in Jiaoping County and have lived like this ever since.

She has a man with whom she can entrust her life, and sisters who think of her in everything. Even if she has lost her cultivation... Liu Pan and her sister live on the mountainside not far away.

The disciples at the foot of the mountain were busy, men and women were chatting and laughing, and a new generation of people began a new story at the foot of Shouyun Mountain.

Gu Qinghuan looked out at the endless city walls surrounding Shouyun Mountain... firm and solid.

It was like the warm and strong embrace of the master last night.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears and looked down at the soles of her delicate feet, where traces of blood could still be seen faintly.

Last night, the master held her in his arms and rubbed her feet all night long...

Gu Qinghuan felt that this life was truly worth it. Not to mention being a drug slave, even if she died for him ten thousand times... it would be worth it.

There was a rustling sound in her ears, and a small snow-white animal flew over and bumped into the woman's arms.

……

Withered grass stretches horizontally across the late clear sky,

Half of the mountain is covered with willows and half of the city is covered with shadows.

I don't know where the person has gone.

The peach blossoms are still there...smiling in the spring breeze.

·

Qu Yunzhou.

A vast flying boat appeared among the clouds, carrying thousands of monks.

This is the flying boat of Huanyu Pavilion, which is mainly responsible for welcoming and sending monks to and from the land of Yongning. Of course... it is charged.

When ordinary cultivators go out without any clan friends or friends accompanying them, they usually choose this kind of flying boat to travel.

At least safety is guaranteed and the trip will not be affected by various emergencies.

This level of flying boat is already a spiritual treasure, and only Nascent Soul cultivators can control it...

According to Zhao Qing, he has a really awesome bus, which is more exquisite and gorgeous than the one in Huanyu Pavilion.

Moreover, Si He injected it with tremendous spiritual power and could activate it once.

There are not only beautiful buildings on the flying boat, but also mountains, rocks and plants. It looks like a sect that can move at will.

The price is also extremely high. Even as a disciple of Kong Yang Cuiyuan, he cannot take them for free.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator gets 30,000 spirit stones each, and the Golden Core cultivator gets 80,000 spirit stones each, no cheating.

This made Zhao Qing feel very painful. As expected... a Yuanying master would not be someone's driver for no reason.

This time, there were five of them in the Foundation Establishment stage and two in the Golden Core stage. The travel expenses cost them more than 300,000 spirit stones as soon as they set out.

Fortunately, Zhou Yunfeng and Du Shutang were not brought along, otherwise another 160,000 would have to be added.

Originally, according to my aunt's plan, she wanted to bring these two Chu priests with her, but now that Liu Zijing is following her... there is no need for that.

With better options available, those two seem like a burden.

With Liu Zijing's strength, any ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator can withstand it, not to mention that he suffered a loss last time and brought a nurse with him this time.

Bai Wanqiu herself is quite strong.

One of them is named Xue Yi and the other is named Tian Xiang. When they go out, they are not afraid of any Nascent Soul cultivator at all.

On the other hand, if the two priests of the Chu State met a Jindan cultivator with some background, it is very likely that even if they were tied together, they would not be able to withstand the beating.

The gap... is too big.

In the spacious study, Zhao Qing leaned against the window and sighed like this.

The background of these veteran Yujing disciples can be said to be unfathomable.

When the royal servants saw Chen Changsheng, they were all trembling with fear and obeyed him submissively. The difference in realm was like a chasm between heaven and earth.

As for people like Liu Zijing and Bai Wanqiu, they didn't order Chen Changsheng around, but they treated him as an equal and didn't show any awe to him.

At this moment, my aunt slowly put down the jade slip in her hand.

He pondered and spoke softly, "The flying boat jade slip states that we will arrive at Qianhuanzhou in three days."

"Qianhuanzhou is where many disciples from Yunhai gather. We can search there... and see if we can exchange for something that can conceal our appearance and spiritual consciousness."

"If it's a magic trick, that would be even better. You can use it."

Zhao Qing nodded slightly, this shouldn't be difficult.

After all, there is also the Blood Robe Tower in Qianhuan Prefecture, so it wouldn’t be difficult to look for it there.

The Yunhai lineage specializes in illusion. If they can get some scraps of magic and some fragments of the Heavenly Dao, they can be of great use later.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly think of something, walked slowly to his aunt, and gently hugged her in his arms.

"Once this matter is over, I will take you to Wuya Peak... and we will go together."

Endless Peak?

Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes trembled, and she glanced at Zhao Qing with a reproachful look. She leaned against him slowly, and said with a smile, "It's been so many years, I thought you had completely forgotten it."

Zhao Qing: ...

To be honest, I just remembered it.

He pinched Xiaoyi's nose and whispered, "How could I forget? This is your betrothal gift."

Twelve years ago, when Xiaoyi secretly got engaged to him on the Purple Pearl Spirit Boat, she had made a request.

I wanted him to take me on a tour of the world in the future—the vast snowy rivers of Xiuyuan Province, the sunrise over the sea of ​​clouds on Wuya Peak in Qianhuan Province, the sunset beside the endless lava in Guzhou...

Time flies, and Wuya Peak is right in front of us.

But we have to wait until next time...

The woman's curved eyelashes fluttered, as if she was examining whether Zhao Qing was sincere or not.

After staring at each other for a long time, she leaned forward slightly and greedily sucked the man's lips, her slender arms tightly wrapped around him, as if she wanted to melt into his chest.

After a full stick of incense had passed, Zhou Xiaoyi's face flushed red, and she panted lightly, pursing her red lips, her beautiful eyes filled with a dazed look.

She bit her ear and chuckled, "My daughter still wants to go somewhere."

Zhao Qing stared at the beautiful eyes in front of him, his heart fluttering.

"Xia Huang Realm?"

"Well... I want to go to the Xiahuang Realm with my father in my lifetime."

Zhao Qing naturally agreed to this.

Not only did his aunt want to see it, he himself also wanted to figure out what was going on.

When mentioning the Qianhuan Yunhai lineage, he couldn't help but think of the Yunhai walker named Ji Meng.

In general, Yongning Prefecture is still too small.

Just like the Illusion Yunhai lineage, the Wu Gu Baiyu lineage, and the Fu Xiu Nanxian lineage, none of them left their Taoist traditions here.

As for Zen Bodhi... there was only Daoxin, who was suffering from hysteria on Mount Heyang.

Zhou Xiaoyi checked the spirit ring on her slender finger and sighed softly, "It's really expensive for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to ride on a flying boat, which is 30,000 spirit stones."

She brought 8 million spirit stones with her on this trip, and the little money for the trip was just a drop in the bucket.

But an ordinary foundation-building pill only costs 5,000 spirit stones, which makes the flying boat of Huanyu Pavilion seem very expensive in comparison.

Zhao Qing agreed deeply and stood by the window with Xiaoyi in his arms, watching the distant mountains and rivers and the amazing sight of the flying springs on the flying boat.

Cultivators who can leave Yongning Prefecture on a flying boat usually have some wealth...

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so ambitious to go out and try my luck.

Zhao Qing's thoughts wandered, and a smile appeared on his face.

Huanyu Pavilion is a power of Cuiyuan Tower. In addition to collecting intelligence, selling communication jades, and building signal towers... the Cuiyuan lineage also has a bus business.

He smiled slowly and said, "A Nascent Soul cultivator controls a flying boat."

"Even if the thousands of cultivators on the flying boat are at the foundation-building stage, they still earn tens of millions of spirit stones this month."

My aunt's beautiful eyes flickered as she smiled, "Most of these tens of millions of spirit stones will have to be handed over to Huanyu Pavilion, and then to the Cuiyuan lineage. The Yuanying seniors who steer spirit boats won't get much."

Zhao Qing thought to himself, "Of course I understand, but..."

He took out a small white jade boat and played with it in his hands.

"Why does Lu Qing have a flying boat magic treasure in his hand?"

Could it be that he's taking time off to work as a bus driver?!

The aunt glared at Zhao Qing fiercely. She understood what he meant, but she still teased him and joined him in plotting against Lu Qing.

"Hmm... Divine Blade Island is far away overseas. There are always lost cultivators on the endless ocean. Maybe I can take on some work and earn some spirit stones."