Beauty helps me achieve immortality

At midnight, the full moon is like a mirror and the night breeze is cool.

A huge white jade plate hangs upside down in the deep pool, swaying with the ripples.

The platform, which was originally used for viewing the night sky, was naturally illuminated exceptionally brightly. Although it could not compare with the illumination of the night pearl... it added a bit of tranquility and haziness unique to the autumn night.

There were fine wines and delicacies on the stone table. My aunt had ordered a lot of dishes from the kitchen, and now she had brought them all back.

Pork belly, emerald bean cake, roasted deer tail, braised duck, vegetarian stew with plums and chestnuts, rouge bamboo shoots...

Whether it is vegetarian meat or soups and pastries, everything is available.

Zhao Qing arrived late with Qinghuan's delicate body in his arms, and the two of them were inevitably teased by their aunt and Shuyue again.

Gu Qinghuan's face was a little pale, but her smile was exceptionally bright. Her voice was temporarily hoarse and she stopped talking. The slender hands holding the bamboo chopsticks occasionally trembled slightly and curled up unnaturally.

Hong Ning playfully took out a sachet and tossed it over, helping Qing Huan calm down a bit. "Are you still drinking strong liquor tonight?"

Qinghuan looked back at Ning'er's smiling eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Seeing that Qinghuan was about to nod again, Zhao Qing pulled her back into his arms, took the plate of roasted deer tail handed to him by his aunt, placed it in front of him, and picked up the meat pieces with bamboo chopsticks to feed her.

Although my aunt specifically ordered Qinghuan to eat the green sunflower that she likes to eat, how can she always eat vegetarian food now?

The six people were sitting on soft couches with jade pillows, and they could lie down and enjoy a drink while appreciating the moon.

Si He didn't eat at this moment. He leaned leisurely on the couch, holding a cup of carbonated iced fruit tea, and said jokingly: "It seems that Qing Huan is really full. In the past, she would kneel beside the master and serve him at this time."

Qing Huan's eyes trembled slightly as she wanted to kneel down, but Zhao Qing held her waist tightly, preventing her from moving. She replied with a soft smile in a slightly hoarse voice, "If the master doesn't allow me, Qing Huan will not kneel."

Seeing Qing Huan still refused to obey, Zhao Qing smiled and pressed her head hard against his chest: "Rest for a while before putting on the shackles?"

Qing Huan's watery eyes brightened slightly: "Okay..."

Shuyue smiled helplessly and stopped teasing Qinghuan. Instead, she took Qinghuan's delicate body from her husband's arms and placed it on her legs. She pinched her nose lovingly and said, "Tonight, you and I will talk with my husband. We can make trouble after we have had enough rest."

Zhao Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but when his eyes swept across Hong Ning's ambiguous smile, he suddenly felt a panic for no reason.

Can Ning Mei also act like a demon?

He secretly estimated his own foundation...there was not a single foundation left, it was all given to Qinghuan.

But if you think about it carefully, Ningmei had just been bullied enough last night, and she shouldn't fall into the trap again.

As it turned out, his judgment was very accurate.

Ning Mei simply sent a teasing voice: "In my free time in the future, I will teach you how to play the flute, right?"

Zhao Qing took out a pot of spiritual wine that nourished the body, and used the Red Snake Technique to generate elixir fire that floated in the air, helping Qinghuan warm a pot of less strong wine.

At the same time, she replied to Ning Mei through voice transmission: "I couldn't ask for more."

"When I have mastered my studies, we will explore music with Xiaoyi and watch Shuyue and Qinghuan dance with swords under the moon."

Hong Ning: "No, I mean there's a flute sheet that can restore your own essence. How about you learn it and punish Ning'er?"

what! ?

What are you being punished for?

Zhao Qing ignored this question and quickly grasped the key point: "Restore essence?"

Hong Ning responded with a smile, "Plum Blossom Dance also uses the Spiritual Wisdom Soul as a supplementary practice, but it can only restore one's own vital energy..."

Hearing this, Zhao Qing instantly perked up.

Do it!

Do it hard!

No...learn it!

Wouldn’t it be a waste if we don’t learn such a good thing?

While pouring warm spirit wine for Qing Huan, he asked Ning Mei with concern, "Let's not talk about the flute music for now. Why would I punish you for no reason?"

"whispering sound!"

"If you like being humiliated and punished, I'm willing to play along with you."

Zhao Qing: ...

Then let me bully you.

Si He sipped the fruit drink in small sips, chuckling as he watched Zhao Qing and Hong Ning exchange glances, his eyes full of excitement.

The aunt's beautiful eyes swept across the subtle joy on Zhao Qing's face, and then glanced at Si He's expression. She knew in her heart that Zhao Qing was flirting with Ning'er through whispered messages, and Si He was watching with great interest.

She smiled softly and asked her husband, "Aren't you still going to refine the Wandering Soul Pill to nourish your spiritual consciousness? Did you fall behind today?"

Zhao Qing thought to himself, isn't this obvious?

He pondered for a moment and said, "Cheng Buyi will come to drink with me and Dan Gui in the next few days. It's just a good opportunity to send a message to Master Cheng. It will be enough to directly purchase Zizhu's unique nourishing spirit powder."

"Qing Huan can't help me refine the elixir now, so there's no point in just guarding the furnace by myself."

This sentence is quite true.

In the early years, it was not difficult to refine some Qi training pills. It would only take one or two hours to produce a lot.

Nowadays, trying to nourish spiritual consciousness by refining pills in the neural furnace has become a bit boring... It is really boring to sit still for a whole day and night to make pills for the late foundation building stage or the early golden elixir stage.

And it was impossible for him to rely on refining the Soul-Refining Pill to nourish his spiritual consciousness, so it would be better for him to directly ask Cheng Yue to buy the rare treasures of the Zizhu lineage for his enjoyment.

My aunt's beautiful eyes smiled, and she said softly, "Then let's just buy it."

"But you can't be so indulgent tomorrow. You must follow me to the quiet room to study the Dust Sealing Formation."

Zhao Qing felt warm in his heart when he heard his aunt's gentle reminder.

I have a good wife at home!

The Dust Sealing Formation blocks the perception of spiritual consciousness. When the time comes, I will hide in the quiet room with my aunt and study it carefully for three days and three nights.

The cool autumn wind ruffles my wife's hair.

Zhao Qing's mind moved slightly. He looked up at the full moon in the sky, casually took the emerald bean cake that his aunt had not eaten yet, and put it into the storage ring.

Shuyue smiled at her husband's strange behavior and naturally understood what he wanted to do.

The two smiled at each other. Zhao Qing pushed the warmed spirit wine to Ning Mei. Shu Yue also handed Qing Huan's delicate body over to Ning'er for the time being, saying softly, "I will go with my husband and be back soon."

Hong Ning seemed to be lost in thought. She exchanged glances with her aunt, smiled lightly and nodded her head without asking any questions. She just thought it was a little secret between Shuyue and Zhao Qing, to be discovered slowly in the future.

She turned to using her own gentle spiritual power to help Qing Huan regulate her body, and asked curiously, "What's the difference between fish and water sinking into a deep pool?"

Qinghuan lay in Hong Ning's gentle embrace, pursed her lips and smiled, and glanced at her aunt with her phoenix eyes.

My aunt immediately understood and added, "Only Qinghuan and Zhao Qing have tried this before. Ning'er found it interesting?"

Si He crossed her slender legs, her delicate feet swaying. While sensing Zhao Qing's thoughts, she did not forget to chuckle and tease him: "You two little bitches, don't lead Ning'er astray."

"Ah!"

The aunt snorted contemptuously without retorting, thus saving Si He's face in front of Ning'er.

But secretly, he sent a message to Si He: "I wonder which high and mighty white-haired demon god has ever humbly knelt at Qing Huan's feet and served him."

Si He was completely immune to attacks and responded jokingly, "Demons are different from humans. Compared to me, a two-faced demon god, the Queen of Great Chu is truly dissolute by nature, yet she hides her true self-righteousness and pride."

My aunt's curved eyelashes fluttered, and she gently raised her slender hand to comb the hair by her ear, wondering, "When have I ever covered up anything?"

……

On the other side, Zhao Qing and Shuyue naturally drove the apricot-yellow boat to Niuweigang, west of Danxia City, just a dozen miles away from the foot of Shouyun Mountain.

After so many years, the Ghost Festival on July 15th is here again.

The family also returned to Shouyun Mountain. It didn't take much time to make a trip on the spirit boat, so they must take Shuyue back with them.

Shuyue leaned her delicate figure against her husband, feeling a little worried: "If I continue to play with Qinghuan tonight, I'm afraid her body won't be able to bear it."

Zhao Qing rubbed his wife's forehead and whispered softly, "Don't worry. I'll feed Qinghuan some spiritual wine later. She will definitely sleep soundly tonight."

"What about Shuyue?" the wife asked expectantly.

Zhao Qing didn't hesitate, holding the slender waist tightly in his arms and said with a smile: "Let's go home."

Shuyue smiled sweetly, feeling extremely satisfied.

"There's still some work to do in the underground palace... Dingzimohaoyuan isn't on Shouyun Mountain after all. Husband, why don't you accompany Shuyue to read some storybooks?"

Zhao Qing's expression froze. "When did you buy the new storybook?"

The wife stuck out her tongue and said playfully, "I haven't finished reading it before."

"I had originally planned to stop reading storybooks, but recently my training has been boring and I've been burdened with so many assignments..."

Zhao Qing lovingly kneaded his wife's shoulders, and looked with her at the lush pine forest in the countryside and mountains not far away. There was a small mound standing alone, which had long been covered by withered and yellow leaves.

Back then, I had to ride a horse to bring Shuyue here... Now I can get there in an instant by riding a spirit boat.

The only pity is that this trip is still a bit dangerous.

However, Lu Niu County is at the foot of Shouyun Mountain, and now it is considered his own piece of land, so he doesn't care too much about it.

Not to mention that he was carrying a transmission array disk that allowed him to return to Shouyun Mountain in an instant, the flying boat left by Lu Qing was also reactivated by Si He and was now carried with him.

As for the blood jade spirit boat belonging to Xue Zi, Zhao Qing simply threw it into the storage ring and had no intention of using it at all.

Even if someone wanted to kill him now, they wouldn't wander around Shouyun Mountain... and they wouldn't have thought that Yongning Xuezi would come out to visit the grave in the middle of the night.

……

The autumn night at the foot of the mountain is not as cold as that in the palace. The thin moonlight shining on the dry grass covered with silver frost seems a bit chilly.

Zhao Qing took out the cake and gave it to Shuyue, then walked with her to the small mound.

Shuyue no longer burned paper or talked incessantly. She was no longer the young girl who had just married.

He simply lit three incense sticks, used his wind-controlling magic to scatter the few dead leaves on the grave, and then left the cakes at his feet.

He knelt down and kowtowed, laughing softly, "Mother, my husband has come to see you with Shuyue."

"Shuyue is doing well, and I hope your husband is safe."

Zhao Qing laughed wistfully, also kneeling and kowtowed, and the two of them stood up together...

"By the way, Shuyue is now a monk." The wife added to herself, and then put her delicate wrist into her husband's hand: "Let's go back?"

"Aren't you going to light another lantern?" Zhao Qing reminded.

Shuyue's eyes flickered as she took out the Tianqing Sword and held it in her backhand, swinging the hilt lightly towards the hillside not far away...

Then a bright streak swooped down from the night sky and turned into dense blue fluorescent light that exploded, like a galaxy falling to the earth.

……

In just a short time, Zhao Qing and Shu Yue returned to the top of Shouyun Mountain.

The whole garden was filled with beautiful peach and willow trees, with fragrance, and there was no trace of frost or dead leaves. Even the slightly cold moonlight seemed much gentler.

At the edge of the platform, Gu Qinghuan leaned on the carved railing, waiting with a smile on her face. After Hong Ning had adjusted her body a little, her pair of tender phoenix eyes regained some of their charm.

However, her originally long black hair had become short hair that was slightly longer than her shoulders. It was obvious that too much hair had been cut off, making her look messy yet extremely charming and gentle.

Zhao Qing combed Qing Huan's hair with a smile, then turned to look at Ning Mei: "It's much more beautiful than when I trimmed it myself back then. Did Ning'er trim it for you?"

Red Lemon Watery Eyes glanced at Si He and responded with a smile: "It was sculpted by the Majesty. I can't sculpt it so beautifully."

Zhao Qing:! ?

Si He also has this skill?

Yin Hua was surging in his mind: "Pah, how could I not know what hairstyle you like?"

Qing Huan smiled softly and said, "When the master gets tired of looking at it, Qing Huan will mobilize the wood roots to make the hair grow again."

Zhao Qing grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. After accompanying Shuyue back to the table, he gently asked Qinghuan, "Why did you think of cutting your hair again?"

Gu Qinghuan's phoenix eyes fluttered, and she imitated Hong Ning's behavior and whispered softly in her master's ear: "It is more convenient to practice spears this way. The master's plaything must be stronger so that it can be bullied~"