Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Late in the night, when everyone is asleep and the moon is crescent, a gentle breeze suddenly blows the willows in the courtyard.

Waterfalls hang from high cliffs, warm pools shimmer, and light clouds cover the fragrance.

All the bright pearls and jades that were originally hanging on the magnificent eaves of the palaces were taken down.

The bonfire by the pond also went out, leaving only dim charcoal fragments on the ground. The cool night breeze blew occasionally, evoking thousands of scarlet embellishments... The air was filled with the charcoal aroma of burning fir and tea.

The curls of green smoke drifted away, and the scarlet charcoal and thick smoke seemed to make the night even more hazy and charming.

The sparse shadows are slanting, and the water is thick with mist.

Delicate bodies appeared in the depths of the mist, and Shuyue's occasional clear laughter only made the moon's shadow even more lonely.

Lightning danced like a flying snake, pouring into the rippling warm pool...

This caused my aunt's beautiful eyes to tremble, and she glared at Shuyue and Zhao Qing in reproach.

Then she gently raised her slender hand to hold up her wet hair, cast a spell to stir up a powerful water arrow, which drenched Zhao Qing, Shuyue and Qinghuan together.

Qing Huan narrowed her eyes and hid in her master's arms. She hugged her master's arms tightly while turning her face away. With messy hair on the corner of her lips, she spoke reluctantly: "Shu Yue's thunder magic also shocked me and my master..."

The implication is very clear. It was obviously Shuyue who attacked us, so why did we bring me and my master along when we fought back against Shuyue?

Zhao Qing was caught off guard by his aunt. After taking a look at Ningmei who was hiding in the pool, he assessed the situation and separated himself from Shuyue. He then swam directly to the edge of the pool with Qinghuan in his arms to avoid being accidentally injured again.

"Ah!"

"Shuyue must have been instructed by Zhao Qing!"

The aunt snorted coldly, her beautiful eyes full of disdain, and she had no intention of letting Zhao Qing and Qing Huan go easily.

Seeing that Shuyue was unable to dodge, she dived underwater and directly wrapped her spiritual energy around Shuyue's delicate feet... The water condensed into ice and froze her beautiful ankles and slender feet solid.

Shuyue couldn't stand this kind of torture, she immediately broke out of the water, shouting for mercy and swam towards her aunt. In fact, she had secretly prepared another subtle thunder method.

Zhao Qing said confidently, "Even if that's the case, it has nothing to do with Qing Huan, right?"

He picked up Qinghuan and placed her by the pond, intending to work with Ningmei to deal with his aunt Shuyue.

Unexpectedly, the aunt glanced at Qing Huan with disdain. While dealing with Shu Yue's thunder technique, she also said confidently: "The slut loves to suffer with her master, reward her."

Zhao Qing: ???

Gu Qinghuan's phoenix eyes were smiling, and she was sitting naked on the green bank of the pond. Her curved eyelashes were covered with crystal water droplets, and her eyes were full of cunning and expectation when she looked at her master.

Zhao Qing only needed to sense Qing Huan's smug joy and knew that there was no need to argue for her anymore, as this would only bring shame upon himself...

At this moment, a slender figure swooped down from the bottom of the pool. The goose yellow ribbon on her fair wrist was like a lingering water snake, splitting into two and rushing towards Shuyue and her aunt respectively.

Zhao Qing almost subconsciously made eye contact with his aunt, and then focused his spiritual consciousness... He waited for the moment Ningmei jumped out of the water and then forcibly occupied her Niwan Palace.

Although the spiritual communication with Ning Mei was extremely comfortable and gentle, she was in the late stage of foundation building after all. It was hard to suppress her without some preparation.

Red lemon and black hair floated in the water. Slender hands gently pulled the ribbon and instantly pulled Xiaoyi and Shuyue into the pool.

She broke out of the water and prepared to embrace Zhao Qing.

With a soft splash, the water mist rippled under the moonlight, and the beauty suddenly emerged from the water, her head raised high, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her skin as white as cream, and her figure graceful... The clear, rippling water reflected her slender waist, which was as thin as a hand.

Hong Ning's flawless body is revealed without any concealment, it is plump, straight, slender and beautiful, and the faint hint of bonyness between her shoulders and goose neck is so exquisite that people can't help but be fascinated by it.

She smiled and welcomed him into her arms, her red lips parted slightly as she let out a sweet breath: "It was so easy to get it~"

Ning Mei wanted to take credit by raising her white wrist to show the ribbon in her hand. The end of the ribbon was hidden in the pool, and was locked between Shuyue and her aunt's white and beautiful neck.

Zhao Qingxi couldn't help but hug Ningmei's delicate body tightly in his arms.

Before my eyes were the beautiful woman's lively and unrestrained eyes, her hot and dense breath blew on my face, and then the moistness of her lips with a hint of coolness greeted me.

But at this moment, two splashing sounds of water were heard behind Ning Mei.

Her watery eyes narrowed slightly, and she felt a powerful spiritual consciousness roaring towards her, causing a violent storm in her mind.

Hong Ning instinctively resisted for a moment, and then smiled at Zhao Qing with a sad look.

A pair of bright and lively eyes became a little distracted...

……

The morning light was dim, and the bedroom was still a little dark.

The gentle piano music flows like a clear spring. The dark night outside the window reveals a hazy skylight, reflecting the woman's cold face.

My aunt had her long hair loose and was wearing only a loose undergarment. She was leaning against the window, playing with Hong Ning's harp with her slender fingers.

Her long, jade-like legs were crossed and bent sideways. The snow-white little beast squinted its narrow fox eyes comfortably and lay on her legs to take a nap.

Hong Ning looked calm, lying naked on Qinghuan's waist, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, but her beautiful feet and toes were still slightly curled and trembling from time to time.

On the huge soft couch, Shuyue curled up in Zhao Qing's arms, her breathing steady, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her slender hands tightly grasping the edge of the thin quilt...wrapping both of them tightly.

She seemed to hear the lingering and melodious music of the piano, and slowly opened her sleepy eyes, just in time to meet her husband's loving gaze.

"Um……"

The lovely wife opened her cherry lips and hummed softly, her dazed look yet also a hint of cuteness and tenderness, which was very alluring.

She ignored the sound of the piano. She knew without thinking that it was Xiaoyi playing... Although Hong Ning was an excellent pianist, she actually played more flute music at home, not to mention that she was probably exhausted and had no energy left.

Shuyue briefly looked at Zhao Qing. After she sobered up a little, she pursed her lips with her sweet tongue, as if to provoke her husband.

Zhao Qing chuckled and shook his head, pressing his wife's delicate head against his chest, accompanying her to take a nap for a while.

I don’t know when.

The aunt stopped playing the piano and slowly walked to Qinghuan and Hongning and sat down gently... Naturally, they both slept on the floor.

Last night, although they were having sex together, Zhao Qing and Shuyue also discussed how to bully their aunt.

But in fact, the only one who was bullied was Ningmei herself.

After all, Zhao Qing's family of four has been together for more than ten years, and they have often rested and slept together.

Shuyue and her aunt both understood Qinghuan's bottom line, and Qinghuan and Shuyue also understood the contrast of her aunt. As for Shuyue's love of drinking plain porridge, everyone knew it well.

Now that Ningmei has joined for the first time, how can she keep up with the pace of their family? Naturally, she is bullied.

Shuyue would pretend to be giving up the porridge that she treasured like a treasure.

With just a glance from her aunt, Ningmei would be led into the ditch by Qinghuan, and they would kneel on the ground together to serve the master and mistress in a humbly manner.

If Qinghuan saw the expectation in her master's eyes, she would pretend to be indifferent, stand up and lean casually in her master's arms, lower her eyes and say a few contemptuous words to Ningmei... If Qinghuan really wanted to get angry, her words would be several times more severe than those of her aunt.

Even though Hong Ning has reached the late stage of foundation building and is so smart and intelligent...he is the one with the lowest combat power in this bedroom.

Zhou Xiaoyi looked at Hong Ning's peaceful sleeping face, and her expression softened unconsciously, with a smile appearing on her face.

She helped Qinghuan press down the thin quilt, then picked up Hongning's delicate body and put her on the bed to rest.

Zhao Qing and Shuyue were naturally busy taking care of Ningmei, and by the way, they also placed Sihe on the edge of the thin quilt. The little snow beast curled up its delicate body, and the slightly raised quilt looked strange and extremely cute.

Si He was of course not really sleeping, he was just trying to relax and rest for a while.

But it’s different for Hong Ning. He might have really been drunk.

The aunt's beautiful eyes swept over Qing Huan's sleeping face, and her eyes met with Zhao Qing's. They walked out of the bedroom together with Shu Yue...

Qing Huan didn't get a good rest during the three days in the Blood God Temple. Although he now has a rare dragon bloodline, he should still get a good rest.

After all, no matter how badly Hong Ning was bullied, it couldn't compare to how tired Qing Huan was.

My aunt was still wearing the same loose undergarment, but she wore a plain skirt over it. Her hair was a little messy because it had not been combed, but she had a different sense of leisure.

I let my hair down and played the piano, strolled lazily in the morning, and felt contented. That was all.

Zhao Qing wore the dark green robe that Ning Mei had made for him, and walked hand in hand with his wife.

Shuyue was wearing her favorite water gown, with a silk ribbon tightly tied around her waist. She was holding a jade fan in her small hand, and her steps were light and joyful.

A hint of paleness appeared in the distant sky, the morning breeze was even crisper, peach and willow trees were swaying, and the fragrance of tea leaves filled the air. The three of them strolled out of the palace at will, and without prior agreement, they all walked down the mountain.

There were no words during this period, and no words were needed.

In fact, if Hong Ning had not arrived, Zhao Qing's family of four, including Si He, would have been able to cooperate with each other perfectly for several days just by exchanging glances, and sometimes they would even deliberately remain silent to find fun in the situation.

The three of them naturally wandered around to see Liu Pan, and Dai Qinghuan visited Li Qingci to ask about the recent developments in the sect.

Then he went to the imperial kitchen at the foot of the mountain to sit and relax, eat some soup, and also brought some porridge for Hong Ning and Qing Huan.

The kitchen was built in the original T-shaped courtyard, which was out of the scope of Shouyun Mountain... but it was only a few dozen feet away.

Although the affairs of the blood son are now in chaos and full of crises, the Zhao Qing family still feels safe when visiting the sect and Siyou City. It is no different from being at home... If they are all killed, there is no need to practice, so what's the point of practicing!

Shuyue played with the jade fan in her hand and smiled softly, "Ning'er has really been able to learn some of Qinghuan's true meaning, and she's quite good at it."

The aunt's beautiful eyes fluttered as she commented with a smile, "Maybe she just didn't want to spoil our fun. After all, Ning'er is deeply in love with someone."

When my aunt and Shuyue saw Hong Ning, who was older than them, they both called her Ning'er.

This is really because Hong Ning is really... too well-behaved at home.

Of course, Zhao Qing couldn't experience this kind of obedience. All he could feel was sweetness and excitement.

Zhao Qing glanced at his aunt and chuckled, "Hong Ning's imitation is indeed the most similar, but it's still far from Qing Huan's."

When it comes to learning Qinghuan, Ningmei is the one who came from behind.

Shuyue was the first to learn Qinghuan, but she never got the true meaning of it. Even when she called herself Yue Nu, she only seemed smart and naughty.

Next is my aunt. When it comes to learning from Qinghuan... sometimes she can even surpass Qinghuan so much. When Qingao Shaoyu transforms into a drug slave, it brings a different kind of excitement.

Then there is Lemon Girl.

Hong Ning didn't really learn the true meaning of Qing Huan, but she was naturally calm and gentle when she was quiet. She was even more obedient to Zhao Qing and was willing to show off her charming ways. She could be described as a charming and beautiful woman.

As she herself said: "As long as you like it, I will play with you in any way~"

My aunt's beautiful eyes swept across the hazy green willows in the distance, and she asked with a smile: "If you were allowed to choose, who would you most like to imitate Qing Huan's appearance?"

Shu Yue didn't wait for her husband to respond, she just laughed and said, "Of course it's you."

Zhao Qing seemed to hesitate for a moment, then looked at his aunt in agreement and nodded, "I love your unique attitude the most."

It's funny to say.

Although Qing Huan is the ceiling of the fighting power of the bedroom, but because my aunt usually has such a cold and aloof look, it really contrasts...

Qinghuan could only get second place in the competition to imitate Gu Qinghuan.

Shuyue played with the jade fan with her delicate hands, opening and closing it, then casually handed it to her aunt. She took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air and sighed softly, "How many days have I not felt so relaxed?"

Zhao Qing ruffled his wife's hair lovingly, looked at his aunt thoughtfully, and said, "It's been nearly a year, right?"

"Ah."

"It really feels like I'm back in Lanxian Town."

My aunt smiled softly and said, "Since last winter, when the Sun and Zheng families of Songshanfang started fighting, we haven't had such a leisurely time."

Her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she reminded him, "This is all thanks to Si He in our family."

"But Si He has been too relaxed recently, often turning into a little beast and nestling in Shu Yue's arms."

Zhao Qing nodded slightly, sensing Si He's thoughts at the moment, and just smiled and said, "When you're tired of playing, you'll think about resting."

Shuyue curled her lips slightly and said worriedly, "But I still feel that she... seems a little lonely."

Zhao Qing and his aunt sighed at the same time. There was nothing they could do about it.

Si He's true loneliness cannot be gotten rid of overnight.

My aunt thought for a moment and said, "Si He looks at us just like we look at the mortals in Lanxian Town. I guess there's no difference."

"Wang Deren will die, Bu Niang will grow old, Pan'er will grow up, Huang Tiexin will start practicing, Blind Qiu will become rich, and Qin Lian will get married... Now I will never return to Lanxian again."

"Ten short years seemed so slow, like the wind and sand in the desert, leaving only a few sighs and spectators."

My aunt was thinking about something. As she took Shuyue's arm, she said teasingly, "If you were like Sihe, with a long lifespan but confined to Lanxian Town, would you choose an ordinary man to start a family?"

Hearing this question, Zhao Qing couldn't help but become interested. He slowed down his pace and looked at the two people chatting.

Shuyue said with a smile: "If it is my husband, I will definitely marry him."

"I was a mortal when my husband married me. If I become a cultivator, I will naturally accompany my husband."

My aunt shook her head and smiled, "What if you know nothing about this world?"

Shu Yue pursed her lips and shook her head, saying angrily: "I'm not Si He...what about you?"

The aunt also shook her head and sighed, then handed her slender hand to her husband as the three of them continued down the mountain. "I've been lonely for three hundred years. It's rare to find a man who is also from a foreign land and has similar experiences. I should try to contact him."

She lightly scratched Zhao Qing's palm with her slender fingers and whispered, "Si He has never really thought about... taking her away from Shouyun Mountain after you have achieved success in your cultivation."

"She just wants us to stay with her, even if it means forever in this mountain."