Beauty helps me achieve immortality

At some point, the early autumn sun cast mottled light and shadows.

There was a thin mist in Shouyun Mountain, and the willow branches swayed in the gentle morning breeze. Occasionally, a wild rabbit jumped past, crossing the gurgling clear canal and running into the distance.

The canal water flowing from the top of the mountain is clear and cool, and the wisps of morning glow cover it with a golden veil, making it look dazzling yet extremely peaceful.

Zhao Qing accompanied Shuyue and his aunt and walked slowly along the clear canal. It took more than half an hour to reach the halfway point of the mountain.

Before my eyes was a cluster of over a dozen gorgeous and exquisite courtyards, standing out prominently on Shouyun Mountain...

The wife said softly, "I don't know if my sister has gotten up yet. Sometimes when I come here early in the morning, she's still hiding in the quilt."

Gu Qinghuan seldom called her mother, so Shuyue and her aunt followed suit and called her sister.

Zhao Qing naturally also called her sister, but Si He was different... She just called her Qingci, and Li Qingci also just called her Si He.

When they were at the White Horse Temple in Heyang, they often got together to talk.

One is a demon god from another world with long vision and long life, and the other is a lonely and cold mortal woman. According to common sense, they naturally have nothing to say to each other...but the fact is just the opposite.

When Si He was a guest at the White Horse Temple, she often went to Li Qingci to drink tea. She would not preach, but just listen to Qingci's stories about the past, or listen to interesting stories in the temple, as well as Qingci's insights into those old scriptures.

By now, a rather strange situation has formed on Shouyun Mountain.

Qinghuan sometimes took advantage of Liu Pan's absence to secretly call out "Mom" to coax Qingci into being happy every day.

Zhao Qing and Aunt Shuyue called her sister, while Si He naturally called her Qingci.

But there was Liu Pan who accompanied Li Qingci every day, and also called her sister, and then called Qinghuan sister... She used to call Zhao Qing "senior", but now she doesn't do that anymore.

In short, everyone just talks about their own things, and there is no difference in generation.

Zhao Qing chuckled and shook his head, and did not knock on the gate. Instead, he accompanied his aunt and Shuyue to walk back and forth between the courtyards.

"This is Xianning's house. She's a neighbor of Miss Xiu."

"That's the home of Zeng the Shopkeeper and Shen Mo. Dan Gui's house is at the deepest part... but they're not at home."

The aunt's beautiful eyes fluttered, and she chuckled in response to Shuyue: "Xiu'er should be at home. She rarely stays in Tianxiang Tower at night."

Zhao Qing followed the two of them from a distance and felt that the air was exceptionally fresh at this moment. Compared to Songshan County, Shouyun Mountain was more like a paradise.

He glanced sideways at the morning glow and could vaguely see wisps of smoke rising from the foot of the mountain.

Shuyue turned around and smiled, "My husband, are you looking at our home down the mountain?"

The house at the foot of the mountain... Dingzimohaoyuan?

Zhao Qing did not comment. He took two quick steps, took his aunt's hand, and then held his wife in his arms and continued to wander along the clear canal.

"We can also see this place when we are at the foot of the mountain."

He looked relaxed, casually recounting past events: "In the early days, this was where inner disciples were stationed. There were only a few small pavilions and courtyards..."

Zhao Qing's mind moved slightly, and he glanced sideways towards the mountain again. The morning glow made the willows and the smoke from cooking look particularly charming.

He could vaguely remember the first time he met Qingying during the sect trial. At that time, he was still standing at the foot of the mountain looking at this place from afar. The lingering afterglow was just like the glow at this moment, also with a hazy red color.

"later……"

Zhao Qing thought for a moment and continued, "After Qian Hongwei left, there were no inner disciples stationed on this mountain."

"Pei Jin became an elder and made drastic changes to the sect, turning several small courtyards here into talisman workshops."

My aunt took over the conversation and said softly, "Fufang went to Vientiane, Danxia went to Nanze, and this place was renovated into a house by Wang Teng."

"It was not until the imperial craftsmen arrived in the mountains that these tranquil and leisurely courtyards were created."

Shuyue seemed a little absent-minded as she listened, and Zhao Qing nodded slowly.

It’s been more than ten years now…

He whispered, "After our trip to Longyuan is over, how about we accompany Ning'er to explore the desert again?"

My aunt's beautiful eyes flickered, and a smile appeared on her red lips. She whispered, "Are you planning to bring my mother over to keep Sister Qingci company?"

Zhao Qing said with a smile: "That depends on whether my mother-in-law is willing."

My aunt's mother is also a cultivator. She comes from the Leng family in Juechen Valley of Li Country and her name is Leng Xian.

Zhao Qing didn't care whether Leng Xian came to Shouyun Mountain or not. He had just planned to accompany his aunt to see his mother a long time ago, and it was time to set off after everything was settled.

Shuyue smiled and said, "I think it's unlikely that mother will come to Shouyun Mountain. After all, the Zhou family is now in Wu'an County."

When talking about Xiaoyi's family affairs, Shuyue was relaxed and even made a few jokes occasionally.

My aunt seemed to be thinking about something, and then she smiled and said, "Maybe. My mother is also very generous. Who knows what will happen..."

Just then, there was a noise coming from the courtyard not far behind the three of them.

Half of the brand new apricot-lacquered door was pulled open. The young girl peeked in and hurriedly called out, "Sister! Brother!"

A clear and pure voice echoed. Zhao Qing and the other two, who had already sensed something, looked at each other and walked towards Liu Pan with a smile.

It's just that Shuyue's eyes were a little mischievous, while her aunt's eyes were full of teasing.

This is naturally because of Pan'er's name... the girl's little thoughts are obvious.

At this moment, Liu Pan was wearing a loose white training suit, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a bright smile on her fair and pretty face.

Zhao Qing naturally knew what Liu Pan was thinking. The little guy couldn't hide things. He had already made a big noise close to his face, and now it was clearly written on his face.

But Zhao Qing obviously didn't have any thoughts about her.

As soon as I saw Liu Pan's tall and slender figure, my mind was filled with her cute appearance as a child wearing a dirty cotton jacket.

How could I do this?!

My aunt had to skin herself alive.

Not to mention that Ningmei is right on the mountain. She can beat a hundred players of Paner's level with one punch.

Liu Pan was so excited that he wanted to call her "Senior Chu".

It is so difficult to enter Zhao Qing's home... First of all, you have to have the strength to beat Aunt Shuyue and Qinghuan, then you have to persuade and win the unanimous approval of the three of them, successfully capture Zhao Qing's heart, and perfectly deal with Empress Siyou.

Of course, after being cleared by Hong Ning, these copies have now been strengthened several times.

After all, Ning Mei not only completed the copy, but also did something that all Tianxiang female cultivators found difficult to accomplish - she seduced Zhao Qing to death when he had no spirit.

The aunt broke free from Zhao Qing's embrace, walked forward with lotus steps, ruffled Liu Pan's hair, and said with a light smile: "Sister, have you had breakfast?"

Liu Pan felt the gentle touch on his head, and his bright eyes looked at Zhou Xiaoyi's teasing gaze, which made him feel a little depressed.

She took her aunt's arm affectionately and welcomed Zhao Qing and Shuyue into the house.

"Sister just finished bathing and is still dressing...Should we summon Shopkeeper Zeng to come over?"

Shuyue shook her head and said, "No, there's nothing going on in the sect, so don't bother her running back and forth."

The courtyard is very large. In addition to a few green willows, there are also several transplanted pine trees, which are now lush and leafy.

A woman's gentle voice called out from the side room: "Why are you here so early today? Qing is here too!"

Zhao Qing glanced at the figure by the west wing window and replied with a smile, "Qinghuan hasn't woken up yet, I came to see her on her behalf."

Liu Pan made some hot tea with a smile and talked to Shuyue about the recent trivial matters in the sect.

For example, which junior fellow disciple got married, or there were minor frictions between the female disciples...

Zhao Qing naturally had no say in these matters and could only exchange glances with his aunt in silence.

The aunt pursed her red lips and provocatively extended her spiritual sense. While entangled with Zhao Qing, she also teasedly asked Liu Pan: "When do you plan to get married, Pan'er?"

Liu Pan's eyes rippled, and he glanced at Shu Yue's extremely gentle expression, and said with a smile: "Pan'er will not marry."

"I just want to accompany Sister Qingci. If Sister Qingci gets married, Pan'er will be her maid."

Zhao Qing:! ?

What kind of bullshit is this!?

Hearing this, the aunt's eyes lit up and she whispered to Zhao Qing, "She doesn't know about Qing Huan and Qing Ci's past."

Zhao Qing remained calm and thought to himself that this was true... After all, Pan'er didn't even know that Sun Liancheng was dead.

Just at this moment, a dark thought flashed through his mind.

Si He proposed another guess: "Is it possible that Li Qingci taught her to say that?"

Zhao Qing had a strange look on his face. Just as he was about to respond to Si He, the door to the wing room opened...

He immediately suppressed his joking thoughts, looked at the plump and lively beauty, and explained with a smile where Qinghuan had gone.

"I was in high spirits last night and drank a lot of fine wine. I fell asleep early this morning and didn't call her."

Zhao Qing naturally wouldn't tell Li Qingci... Qinghuan indulged in lust last night, and while torturing Hong Ning, he also tortured himself a lot.

I could only make an excuse that I was drunk.

After all, Li Qingci wouldn't really care whether Qinghuan drank or not.

The beautiful woman's wet hair was draped behind her. Even though she was wearing a loose red and blue robe, it was difficult to conceal her inherent charm and allure.

"Qinghuan doesn't drink much when she's with me. Since she loves wine, give her more." She smiled sweetly and glanced at her aunt's plain skirt, knowing that Qinghuan must have rested with Xiaoyi and Zhao Qing last night.

My aunt chuckled and took out the dried tofu and crispy pastries and special cakes she had bought in Liao a few days ago. She said unhappily, "Qinghuan doesn't need to be forced to drink. She can get drunk just by accompanying Zhao Qing."

She handed a bag of candied cakes to Pan'er to eat first, and then casually chatted about family matters: "I traveled through Liao Kingdom a few days ago and found a lot of rare foods. Shuyue and I love these cakes. Sister, would you like to try them?"

Li Qingci rushed into the courtyard, gently stroked Shuyue's shoulders and sat beside her. He then took a package of cakes and unwrapped the oil paper, saying with a smile: "It seems that Qing can drink quite well~"

She carefully distributed the pastries to Shuyue and Liu Pan, and handed the rest to Xiaoyi. She took a sip and praised it highly.

Zhao Qing also casually chatted and laughed about everyday things: "Qinghuan drinks purely to see who's around, but when I'm out, I don't drink at all."

While he was speaking, he was secretly sizing up the beautiful woman's appearance and spirit.

Although she still hasn't practiced cultivation, she hasn't shown any signs of decline in the past two years. Instead, she has become even more charming and charming.

Zhao Qing and Si He were secretly discussing that it wasn't the Bodhi Sutra that was magical, but rather that the Dharma left behind by Dao Xin was too profound...

At the same time, he was also a little anxious. Although Qingci was in good condition now and there was no need to worry about any illness, he would be old and his life would not last long in twenty or thirty years at most.

There was no certainty as to whether the scriptures left by Daoxuan were effective or not, and Li Qingci had no spiritual roots, so the usual path of cultivation was simply not feasible for him.

If she was still a mortal by then, she would have to take the path of soul refining and transforming into a demon...

After all, neither he nor Shuyue had parents, so how could they bear to watch Qinghuan's only blood relative die?

Zhao Qing and the other two did not stay here for too long. They just visited Li Qingci and sat there casually, and also observed whether she had made any progress in studying the scriptures in the White Horse Temple.

The beautiful woman was very happy. She smiled sweetly and brought Shuyue a lot of steamed meat buns she had made herself, as well as two sets of robes she had tailored for Zhao Qing.

She is now free and occasionally goes to Lu Niu County for a stroll, or cuts clothes for her family and brews some wine... She enjoys it.

After walking down the mountainside, Zhao Qing and Aunt Shuyue stopped wandering around. When it was almost noon, they went to the imperial kitchen to eat a bowl of hot noodle soup.

Occasionally, disciples would pass by near the foot of the mountain, and hunters from the countryside of Lu Niu County would go up the mountain. And the apricot-yellow boat above the clouds...slowly landed in the Dingzimohao courtyard.

Today, the small courtyard is clean and tidy, still quiet and peaceful.

The kitchen reconstruction occupied most of the T-shaped courtyard, but the one at the foot of the mountain was naturally retained.

Shuyue walked lightly and was the first to open the gate of her home. She stood on the street and looked back at her husband and Xiaoyi with a smile.

The two of them smiled and followed silently, walking together to find the side hall reserved for the kitchen.

Most of the disciples of Siyou Sect were out in the countryside doing missions, and only came to the sect to eat some delicious food when they were on duty or on a break...

Of course, Si You's disciples still had some spare money, and most of them built their own small residences for practice in the countryside. Even if they didn't live in them, they could resell them to later disciples on duty.

The kitchen followed the regulations of the imperial palace, with high eaves and red tiles, and was extremely spacious.

However, the side hall is often deserted, and only Zhao Qing's family or Liu Pan Qixiu and others can come here.

A graceful girl in palace dress handed over the recipe and waited respectfully for Zhao Qing's instructions. It seemed that these little palace maids had no idea that the Emperor of Chu was right in front of them.

Zhao Qing casually flipped through the menu, looked up at Shuyue and chuckled, "Three bowls of clear soup noodles. Ask the kitchen to cook and season them as you like."

With his and his aunt's current level of cultivation, they basically don't need to take fasting pills during a month or two of seclusion, and can nourish their bodies just by relying on spiritual power.

Although Shuyue is still in the stage of building her foundation, she can now escape from mundane meals.

In the past few years, Shuyue would cook every day, but now that she concentrates on her cultivation, there is no cook at home. Only when she feels like eating, drinking and sitting under the moon together, will she invite Aunt Qinghuan to prepare delicious food together.

However, they would go out early in the morning to find some food, stroll together, or hide in bed and wait to be fed... They thought it was the most beautiful enjoyment in the world.

Before we knew it, thick fog had risen on Shouyun Mountain, and the morning glow in the distant sky became beautiful.

In the quiet little courtyard at the foot of the mountain, three people sat side by side and slowly drank hot soup. There was no table or wooden stool, so they sat directly on the steps outside the east wing.

The steaming hot noodle soup is fresh, salty and delicious, exuding a rich aroma, with bits of oil and sunflower leaves floating in the air.

Beside Zhao Qing, there were two tightly sealed bamboo buckets, which contained food for Qinghuan and Ningmei.

My aunt's expression was gentle, and her beautiful eyes swept across the house where she had not lived for too long. I don't know what she thought of, but she suddenly smiled and asked, "Have you ever taken Ning'er to lie under the eaves?"

Ok?

Zhao Qing and Shu Yue looked at each other and smiled: "No."

My aunt nodded gently and was about to say something when Shuyue interrupted her: "Let's go to the palace platform to watch the moon together with Ning'er tonight?"