Beauty helps me achieve immortality

The moonlight is clear and bright, like silk and mist.

The family of six lay on the platform and chatted all night long.

Of course, most of the time, Aunt Shuyue would chat with Ningmei about past family events, and listen to her chatter about her experiences and past in Zhongzhou.

From Lanxian Town in Lin'an County to Huashu Lane in Changshengfang, from Shuyue condensing Qi into her body to recently starting to build her foundation, Qin Lian in the countryside, the Sun family in Songshan, Qingci in Tianshui, and a family's long journey... In the cold winter, a brown bear broke into the house, and Zimo Lianyang, the fortune teller, spoke cleverly.

From Hong Ning learning to play the piano and compose music in her childhood to traveling to Songshan in her prime, from the zither player of Tianxiang Tower to the trial of Xianghen Sea, from the Ning Fairy of Changshengfang to the beautiful Chu who traveled all over Yongning.

The Changsheng Sword Sect first met Zhao Qing, and they had happy conversations and jokes, and secretly fell in love. He was entangled in the Peach and Willow Secret Realm, and got to know Qingrao at the foot of Jiuhua Peak. He concealed the truth from the world and hid Liu Tu, and finally escaped from the shell and watched the other practitioners with a smile... The starry sky swayed in the Broken Star Holy Land, and the apricot boat floated up and down in the snowy river and cold stream.

Tonight was supposed to be a time to accompany Ning'er to admire the moon, so my aunt and Shuyue stopped teasing the beauty.

Si He lay leisurely on the rattan chair, rocking back and forth, his eyes, like deep pools, gazing at the bright moon in a trance.

Zhao Qing leaned against the carved railing, embracing Qing Huan, gently kneading her earlobes and the back of her neck, occasionally feeding her a cup of nourishing spiritual wine. He also quietly sensed Si He's complex thoughts at the moment...Silently, with his spirit rippling and his thoughts conveyed, it was the most comfortable companionship.

The white-haired girl would occasionally frown and look sideways with disdain, and occasionally purse her cherry lips and smile happily - of course it was not because Zhao Qing said any sweet words, but just the two of them were bickering, bragging, and racing.

This is what the closest friends are like.

Zhao Qing always felt that he and Si He were not master and apprentice, nor husband and wife, not master and slave, nor pet and keeper... They could only be considered a couple in their previous life, and sometimes they felt like close buddies.

Si He was different from all the women he had ever met, and perhaps... she was also different from the countless banshees he had never seen.

The love between them is love, the desire is desire, and the two seem to have nothing to do with each other.

They can have sex together for several days, with large and small puppet beast bodies and even a fox-eared girl. The experiences are colorful, and it seems that there is a change of identity involved. Si He also enjoys it.

But when it comes to passionate love, there are very few of them.

The Siyou secret method of communicating with each other built a bridge for them, but closed another door to sweetness.

Besides, Si He himself is a very difficult person to conquer.

The thoughts between the two were clear and distinct. Even when Zhao Qing tried to tease Si He, he was only met with a scornful look: "Are you an idiot?"

At this moment, the white-haired girl stretched out her body with great ease, looked at Hong Ning with a smile, and said with disdain: "I have always been wondering..."

"Why do you like Zhao Qing?"

Zhao Qing:?

He continued to tease Qinghuan's crimson lips and sweet tongue, and looked at Hong Ning with his aunt Shuyue with smiling eyes, firmly believing that his sister Ning would not continue to make trouble.

Hong Ning frowned in surprise, but in an instant her bright eyes were filled with joy again.

She said cheerfully and playfully, "Why can't I just fall in love with Zhao Qing?"

"I am Tianxiang and he is Xueyi. I am a foundation-building person and he is also a foundation-building person. I am a woman and he is a man. We play together and have fun together. Isn't this a very normal thing?"

Seeing that the smile on Zhao Qing's face was getting wider and wider, Si He did not continue to ask Hong Ning why she was willing to be a concubine, lest Hong Ning's sweet words... would not bring any good results to Zhao Qing.

She directly spat contemptuously: "For free!"

For free...?

Hong Ning tried to understand a little, then looked at Zhao Qing with a smile and winked at him gently.

Zhao Qing was attracted by Ning Mei's sweet gesture, and he gently waved and patted Qing Yan on the other side.

Ning Mei stood up lightly and walked over, kneeling on the ground with her long beautiful legs bent and stretched out to the side, and placed her delicate head in his arms, touching her forehead with Qing Huan's on the other side, appearing exceptionally gentle and well-behaved.

Shuyue supported her head with her wrists and smiled at the three of them. The aunt leaned on the jade couch and continued to sip the tea. When she raised her beautiful eyes and looked at Zhao Qing, her crossed legs and slender feet were slightly raised, as if to hook his jaw.

He said in a frivolous and playful voice: "I'm tired of being the master these past few days. Want to change the taste?"

Ah this...

Zhao Qing: "It's okay to change the taste. Your slave-like posture is obviously more interesting."

The aunt smiled, raised her slender hand slightly to tidy up her drooping hair, revealing a cool and lazy profile. As she continued to sip her tea, her beautiful eyes were full of amusement: "How can you let your daughter become a drug slave?"

……

The wild wind blows away the starry clouds, and the mist begins to appear with fresh morning dew.

When a glimmer of light appeared on the horizon, a continuous autumn rain began to fall in the southwest of Chu State, washing away the last trace of summer heat left in the mountains.

Zhao Qing and his four companions, along with the beast, had already returned to the bedroom.

Outside the window, the rain was dripping, and the air was filled with a special earthy smell, mixed with the fragrance of tea, which was refreshing.

The tender green willow leaves and delicate peach blossoms were knocked down by the rain, scattered on the ground, and flowed down Shouyun Mountain along the cheerful clear channel.

Gazing into the distance, one can vaguely see wisps of smoke rising from the countryside at the foot of Shouyun Mountain, which are outlined in the rain, wander around, and then disappear without a trace.

Ningmei has been very content these days, happily sitting by the window and painting alone.

My aunt pushed the door open and left with the little snow beast in her arms, returning to her own small room next door to enjoy a pleasant bath.

Gu Qinghuan fell into a deep sleep, her messy hair perfectly outlining her exquisite and beautiful jawline, and her white goose neck rose and fell slightly with her breathing. It seemed that just looking at her for a few more seconds would make people have countless desires out of thin air.

Up to now, Zhao Qing's family's cultivation has become higher and higher, and they are gradually beginning to tend towards the life of those Yujing disciples.

There is almost no distinction between day and night, and one can practice, wander around, or sit down at leisure as he pleases.

But a drink under the moon brings more tranquility and peace, and porridge in the early morning is the most warm and peaceful...especially for them.

Zhao Qing placed his warm palm on Qinghuan's cheek, leaning against the head of the bed and quietly reading the storybook with his wife.

For a moment, the wind, rain and waterfall outside the window seemed to have quieted down.

In the huge bedroom, the only sounds were the rustling sound of Hong Ning painting, the rustling sound of turning pages of the storybook, the heavy breathing of the four people, and Qinghuan's soft whispers.

Shuyue bought the storybooks at Linglin Study in Songshan County a few years ago. She bought a lot of them at that time.

Zhao Qing gently embraced his wife's soft body, let her rest her head on his shoulder, and flipped through the mottled and yellowed books together.

It seemed as if they had returned to the east wing bedroom of Dingzimohao Courtyard many years ago... The couple were immersed in the lost years of the past.

In the story, the sky is filled with dark clouds, and in the dead silent village amidst the violent storm, dogs are barking incessantly, and a terrifying and shrill demon is knocking on the broken wooden door.

Outside the story, dawn is about to break. The pond water in the misty rain curtain is rippling with thousands of ripples. The gentle and quiet Chu Hongning is leaning against the window to paint.

I don’t know how long it took, but dark clouds covered the sky, the howling wind broke the peach and willow trees, and the rumbling thunder echoed through the mountains.

This seems to be a long-lasting storm.

Shuyue continued to lie on the bed and read the storybook, her two white little feet swinging leisurely.

Qinghuan slowly opened her sleepy eyes, leaned against the headboard and looked gently at the gloomy sky outside the window.

Zhao Qing picked up Ning Mei and threw her on the huge bed.

The door of the bedroom was pushed open. My aunt came back after taking a bath. She was wearing Ning'er's goose yellow gauze dress and came barefoot. Her still wet hair was mixed with a strange sweet fragrance.

Her expression was gentle, and she chuckled as she stuffed the little animal in her arms into Qinghuan's quilt. She closed the window with her slender hands and lay down on the bed herself.

She hid in Qinghuan's quilt to keep warm with her beautiful legs and feet, and read the storybook with Shuyue while lying on her side in her husband's arms.

Fortunately, the bed in the bedroom is very big.

Ning Mei took out an incense pill and lit it in the small stove at the bedside...

……

The fleeting years are like a dead leaf, swaying in the wind and rain.

In the blink of an eye, it is already January.

Zhongzhou Shattered Star Holy Land, Mingchuanfang Tianxiang Tower.

A pretty girl named Yao Siyu was looking at the prosperous scene outside the window alone, holding Senior Sister Chu's communication jade in her hand and frowning in thought.

Senior sister often doesn't reply to her messages, but she has long been used to it and it doesn't affect anything.

However, some news has been circulating in Zhongzhou in recent days, making her eager to share it.

"The five million lottery bonus that Senior Sister purchased is hopeless."

"Shan Jinci, the blood son of the underworld, is dead."

"He died in the Blood Robe cultivation place in Mingshang Province, in the Silver Sky Snowfield and the Red Forest River."

"Rumor has it that the Nine Swords Holy Land has obtained several secret realms in Yongning Prefecture. They are the remains of an ancient immortal sect. Now, many Yujing cultivators are traveling to the Nine Swords..."

"When will Senior Sister come back so we can go to Tianxiang Tower in the Nine Swords Holy Land together?"

"Senior Brother Shuiyue from Li Yan has recently visited the Broken Star Holy Land again, attracting many junior and senior sisters to come and watch."

"I heard that our Tianxiang's eighth walking is about to form a pill. I think she must have a very close relationship with the blood-robed walking. Sister, you must come back when the time comes. Let's go to the Tianxiang Dharma Assembly together."

……

Bone State, White Jade Palace.

The lotus mark on Qingrao's profile has faded away, and now she has cultivated a real body of flesh and blood.

She stood quietly on the top of the dome with a slightly frowned brow. At the end of her sight, among the dark green and cracked rocks, there was endless hot lava flowing, like shocking bloodstains on the vast earth.

"Xiaoji?"

As she uttered a question, the shadow of a ship suddenly vanished beside her. A handsome man with long flowing hair approached with a smile, "How did you find it this time?"

Qing Rao glared at Ji Meng unhappily and said coldly, "Every time you come over here, I feel a sudden chill all over my body."

"What are you going to do?"

Ji Meng didn't care about Qingrao's indifference, and said casually with a smile: "Fairy Zhi has been promoted to the Golden Core stage. No one is going to accompany me, so I can only come to Guzhou to take a look."

Qing Rao raised her eyebrows slightly: "She can't wait any longer. I don't know how long it will take for the Ancient Immortal Road to open."

Ji Meng's expression changed slightly and he fell into a brief silence.

Although they have traveled all over the world, they are still somewhat different from their senior brothers and sisters.

Their generation has never walked the ancient immortal road... Climbed the twelfth floor, stepped into the Smoke Palace, watched the water flow, practiced their own way, and opened up the territory for Yujing Xingque to preach to the barbarians.

"All the secret realms left by the Ruyi Immortal Sect have been collected by the Nine Swords. According to my senior brother, they should become part of the Ancient Immortal Road." Ji Meng said so.

Qingrao's beautiful eyes fluttered, and she chuckled softly, "Didn't you ask Senior Brother about Empress Si You?"

Ji Meng: ...

"I asked, but they only said that person's origins could only be understood after walking the Ancient Immortal Road."

The woman remained silent and suggested with a smile, "Shall we go to Yongning Prefecture for a stroll?"

"Or should we go to Mingshang to look for Huangfu?"

Hearing this, Ji Meng couldn't help but think of the fierceness of the Blood-robed Fifth Senior Sister, and also recalled the pressure of the white-haired demon woman on Shouyun Mountain...

He doesn't understand.

Why is it that as a member of the Yunhai lineage, I always get humiliated everywhere I go, and it’s always because of women?

"Let's just go to Longyuan and wait. I don't know if Xueyi will let us in."

……

Yongning Prefecture, Chu State.

The spiritual energy in the southwestern mountains was constantly shaking, and one after another spiritual boats fell into Siyou City.

Dead leaves were flying all over the sky. The long street of Danxia City, which was originally cold and empty, was now much bustling. Innate warriors and Qi-cultivating monks from all over the Chu State could be seen everywhere.

The street stall business in Nanfang also began to become prosperous, and noisy conversations and laughter could be heard everywhere.

The day for Siyou Sect to open its doors and accept disciples... has arrived.