Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Looking up, the wind and clouds are settled, and one shot ends the withering and flourishing!

Qin Chuxin and Chen Changsheng were both stunned, and the expectations and longings in their hearts turned into fear!

With their level of cultivation and knowledge, they did not sense any fluctuations in their primordial spirits and spiritual power, and only realized that the power of incense and vows had calmed the turbulent situation.

Compared to the means by which all life was destroyed in the dozens of miles of mountain swamps, the shock brought by the agility and confusion of the Aokiji girl... was even greater.

Chen Changsheng was horrified. To restore youthfulness and prolong life for a mortal... If he had the rare treasures of the Zizhu lineage and carefully nurtured with Tianxiang's methods, he could also achieve such a level, but it would never be as easy as this!

However, Qin Chuxin had a completely different opinion from him. At this moment, he withdrew his spiritual sense dejectedly and stood silently behind Si He without saying a word.

Her spiritual awareness was vast, and she could perceive that method more clearly, but because of this, she fell into deep doubt.

Is that the secret method of depriving people of their vitality and transferring their lifespan?

Or is it the road that reverses yin and yang and distorts time...

She personally prefers the latter. If that strand of white hair were to cut towards her, perhaps she would be no different from ordinary plants.

But if that is the case, why is Her Majesty only at the level of a Divine Transformation?

For a moment, Qin Chuxin was filled with fear and confusion. Not to mention thinking about and deducing the method just used, she didn't even understand it at all.

I only felt a sense of vastness and loneliness. The heaven and earth were stable, but the yin and yang were in disorder. The years were intertwined, life was turbulent, and destruction and rebirth overlapped.

A deep feeling of powerlessness filled Qin Chuxin's mind. This kind of mysterious method, even if he practiced for another thousand years... he probably still wouldn't understand it, let alone study and practice it.

Compared to the two of them, Cheng Yue, who was also in the Nascent Soul stage, was neither too confused nor too surprised.

He didn't even try to understand the wonder of it. His mind was filled with the strand of white hair Pei Jin had given him a few years ago, which he had burned with his elixir fire...

Now when I see a strand of white hair, I feel that this world and this scene are extremely hazy yet mysterious.

At this moment, not only the five guests Liu Zijing, Bai Wanqiu, were shocked, but even my aunt and Hong Ning Shuyue were stunned.

Zhao Qing had a complicated expression and slowly closed his eyes.

This was the first time he had directly felt Si He's methods. No wonder Dao Xin and Zhang Jinyi were so respectful...

What the hell!

Si He is really using cheats!

They also said that they should have time to deduce and think carefully, but what kind of deduction is this...

This has nothing to do with immortal cultivation or Shinto incense. He is just using his own fragments of the Heavenly Dao to force his way forward.

Through his thoughts, he could clearly sense that Si He was also struggling, but she was in a much happier mood now.

"He, you're so fierce."

"You've already finished pretending."

Yin Hua rippled lightly in his mind: "Isn't it easy?"

"Call Dad."

Zhao Qing:?

Why the sudden convulsion?

"Daddy, you're so beautiful."

Zhao Qing's thoughts were conveyed, and he naturally fulfilled little Sihe's pitiful plea.

The white-haired woman's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and a playful smile appeared on her face, and then she poured this smile on Qin Chuxin and others.

She gathered her sleeves lightly, turned back to look at the five people, and chuckled, "It will be easier to deduce and comprehend by applying some ordinary means."

Chen Changsheng felt lost and bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your guidance, Your Majesty."

"This trip makes Changsheng's stay in Chu State for over a hundred years worthwhile. He has witnessed the profound mystical powers and realized the cycle of yin and yang in heaven and earth, and the endless cycle of life and death."

Cheng Yue said at the right moment: "Your Majesty's realm is too profound. Cheng Yue, who has just entered the Nascent Soul stage, is still unable to comprehend it. Perhaps the brocade box in the Xuanji Pavilion is more suitable."

Zhao Qing and Ning Mei looked at each other secretly, with deep meaning in their eyes.

Cheng Yue really wants to buy a blind box...

This is a wealthy man. He was willing to spend 16 million spirit stones for half a willow branch. At that time, he was still in the late Jindan stage... Although he did not buy it, it can be seen that his family background is still very solid.

Si He waved his hand lightly, calling over a row of brocade boxes on the sandalwood shelf, and said casually, "Put them away."

Cheng Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, and he wanted to ask about the price, but he felt that his words would offend the Empress.

If the Empress said it was a gift, then it was a gift. If I keep the property, wouldn’t that be intentional humiliation to the Empress?

"Cheng Yue obeys your command. Thank you, Your Majesty." After bowing and thanking her, he put away all the ten brocade boxes.

Zhao Qing was anxious and heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do.

A few years ago, when the family was struggling to make ends meet, He Ma could still humble herself and ask Wen Xin for some money.

Now that the family conditions are better, He Ma also cares about the appearance. Every time she shows off, she either gives money or magic... It's really a headache.

Qin Chuxin and the other two sighed a few more times, and said that Si You could order them around at any time if he needed anything, and then they said goodbye and left.

This can only be heard. Si He really does not need these three guys. Zhao Qing is also a blood son now. If there is anything, it is more practical to ask his senior brothers and sisters for help directly.

However, their trip was not in vain. At least in the future, when Si You develops his followers in the State of Chu, he should not encounter any small sects or families that hinder his disciples' actions. This is the only benefit.

Bai Wanqiu did not leave with them this time, but planned to stay in Siyou City for a while to see how he would take in a disciple. She said that she missed Hong Ning a little and wanted to accompany her for a stroll these days.

After saying goodbye, she flew directly to the south of Danxia City and took out Liu Zijing's communication jade: "I just observed some of my magical powers and gained some insights. Come to Changshui to practice with me."

……

……

The setting sun melts gold.

Zhao Qing took Qinghuan and Ningmei to lie leisurely in the warm pool to relax. Si He was a little tired because he had used the fragments of the Heavenly Dao during the day, so he turned into a little beast and hid back in the bedroom.

There was still an endless stream of independent martial artists coming down the mountain to test their aptitude, so my aunt stayed with Shuyue in Xuanji Pavilion, adjusting and planning the sect's recruitment of disciples.

Zhao Qing was enjoying himself with the beauties on both sides. It was a rare occasion without the gazes of his lovely wife and aunt. He had also spent most of his time on spiritual practice these days. Now he could quietly feel Ning Mei's breath and Qing Huan's company. He felt that the sunset in the distant sky had become particularly enchanting.

The warm pool ripples and mist rises.

Qing Huan's short hair was disheveled. In her hand, she held a jade bottle dripping with fragrant dew. With her slender, green fingers, she slowly applied it to her master's forehead, speaking softly, "While the master was carving the formation and refining the spell, Qing Huan prepared a fragrant dew for him. It's not sweet enough, but it has a rich and mellow fragrance."

Zhao Qing sniffed it lightly and felt a slightly oppressive warmth and silence lingering around his nose, like sandalwood and amber before they incinerated, but with a touch of gentleness and tranquility...

He couldn't help but recall the past, and with a smile he ruffled Qing Huan's messy hair, saying softly, "Keep it. We can use some after we rest during sex."

Qinghuan's phoenix eyes smiled as she slowly tightened the jade bottle in her hand. She pulled her delicate body out of her master's arms and kneaded on the shore in her wet skirt to massage his shoulders and neck to relax him.

Feeling the warm and gentle touch, Zhao Qing slowly closed his eyes, put one hand around Ningmei's slender waist, and raised the other hand to gently touch Qinghuan's profile.

He chuckled and explained to Hong Ning, "The fragrance dew that Qing Huan prepared imitates the craftsmanship of a Tianxiang zither player from Danxia City in the early years."

Zhao Qing naturally remembered clearly that after they returned from the Purple Pearl Holy Land, he wanted to take Qing Huan out to relax so that she would not be so sick...

So I went to Tianxiang Tower in Danxia City and listened to a piece of music called "Three Steps of Pine Moon". The fragrant dew that went with the piece of music had exactly this kind of flavor.

However, when Qinghuan imitated it now, she added a touch of deep tenderness to it, which should be the fragrance of some flower stems or sunken wood.

Hong Ning rested her head in Zhao Qing's arms, ignoring Qing Huan's attempt to serve her master. She parted her red lips and chuckled softly as she asked, "In the early years?"

"Hmm...about ten years."

Ning Mei's watery eyes rippled. She leaned forward and pressed her nose against Zhao Qing's forehead, as if she wanted to carefully smell the scent of the fragrant dew, but her beautiful red lips happened to kiss his closed eyes...

Zhao Qing knew very well that Ningmei was teasing him. Not only Ningmei, but Qinghuan was also seducing him all the time.

But he was unwilling to break this tranquility, and allowed the two charming beauties to touch him, silently experiencing the tenderness and sweetness in it.

This is the essence he learned from Qinghuan. High-end hunters often appear as prey.

Just let Ning Mei flirt with you!

Just tease her, and eat her out when she gets pissed off.

Ah!

It’s a huge profit!

Little did they know that Hong Ning thought the same.

Just teasing and provoking!

Tease him as much as you want, and eat him if he gets too excited.

whispering sound!

Not a loss at all!

Hong Ning softly commented on the scent she smelled, "It should be the juice of the redwood. It has a hint of divine fragrance, and a little bit of blue rock grass too..."

Gu Qinghuan knelt down and rubbed his master's shoulders, smiling as he watched Hong Ning whispering in his master's ear.

She was not at that level yet, and her Mingtang lacked spiritual nourishment, so she could not communicate intimately with her master... She could only watch quietly as her aunt and Shuyue Hongning performed as they pleased, and she could only defeat them with her body and words.

Gu Qinghuan's phoenix eyes were filled with a smile. Her delicate hands touched Hong Ning's side face and gently combed her black hair that fell against her cheek. She spoke softly, "Xiaoyi also asked me to mix some fragrant lotions. Qinghuan, go to the bedroom and get them."

After saying this, she stood up and walked gracefully, dragging her wet skirt and silk ribbon, towards the bedroom on the first floor of the palace.

Zhao Qing glanced sideways at the slender figure, and felt the hot and moist breath beside his ear a little more intense than before.

Hong Ning chuckled and bit her ear: "Qing Huan won't be sad, right?"

Zhao Qing:?

He felt like there was some switch on Lemon Girl's body. Once they were alone, she would instantly turn into a cup of red lemon tea.

He was at ease, leaning forward slightly and smiling at the beautiful woman beside him.

Their eyes met, and the light and dense breath with a faint fragrance brushed against their faces. The cunning and teasing hidden in the lively watery eyes were particularly obvious.

Zhao Qing raised his hand and brushed across her fair and beautiful face, chuckling softly as he asked, "If you were Qing Huan, would you be sad?"

Ning Mei wrinkled her nose slightly and smiled sweetly, but did not answer his question.

"Ning'er isn't Qing Huan. Do you mean... that you want Ning'er to truly become your drug slave?"

Zhao Qing hesitated for a moment, then teased Zhu Run's lips with his fingers and whispered, "Qing Huan is not a drug slave."

"But...if you really want to be a concubine's slave, the master can satisfy you."

"That won't work!" Ning Mei laughed and shook her head.

Then he added, "Ning'er has been bullied by you these past few days, and I'm a little curious about the real drug slaves."

Zhao Qing smiled into Ning Mei's watery eyes and replied casually, "It's just helping the alchemist grind herbs, assisting in alchemy, occasionally testing the medicine on myself, and handling some trivial matters... Of course, it also includes indulging in lust."

Hong Ning seemed to be thinking about something, then she smiled lightly and said, "What if she's a female alchemist?"

"That's naturally the same."

Zhao Qing smiled at Ning Mei's ambiguous eyes and chuckled, "Why, do you want to turn the tables after being bullied?"

Hong Ning pursed her lips and smiled, then slowly shook her head and gave the man a light kiss on the cheek.

"Don't~"

"Ning'er is not a strong-willed person, I'll just listen to you."

Ok?

Zhao Qing was a little surprised. Ningmei was always very well-behaved at times like this. Could it be that she really had the same physique as Qinghuan?

……

at the same time.

Qinghuan returned to the bedroom, took off her wet plain skirt and undershirt, and casually opened the spiritual restriction of the bedroom.

The little snow beast lying on the bed turned over lazily, blocking Zhao Qing's thoughts.

Si He instantly transformed into the appearance of a white-haired girl, lying on the bed with her legs crossed, and chuckled, "Why do you want to open the restriction?"

Qing Huan, naked, searched the dressing table for the perfume her aunt had prepared. She softly replied, "It's rare that Ning'er and I are the only ones accompanying the Master. Let's think of a way to relieve his boredom."

Si He's bright eyes were full of excitement, and he couldn't help but lean over the head of the bed to watch Qing Huan's movements.

Qinghuan found the perfume that her aunt used, and casually wiped it between her white wrists and goose neck with a velvet towel. A touch of clear and sweet scent came to her face.

???

Just as Si He was puzzled, Qing Huan smiled softly and pleaded, "Can you please let me wear the short coat that the mistress made for me that day?"

The white-haired girl casually took the storage ring under the window sash and rummaged through it. She didn't wear any rings or bracelets, and she only tried on some jewelry when controlling the puppets. "I didn't ask you to call me mistress. It sounds awkward."

Gu Qinghuan smiled and said softly, "Master?"

Si He threw away his hooded sweatshirt with a smile and said teasingly, "You should call Zhao Qing more often at night. He likes to hear it."

Qinghuan smiled sweetly and put on a beige sweatshirt without any underwear underneath.

The loose sweatshirt has a slightly longer bottom edge, just enough to cover three-quarters of the thigh, making the slender legs and beautiful feet even more seductive.

She raised her hand and sniffed the fresh fragrance on her fair wrist, then adjusted her messy short hair and the small hat behind her in the mirror.

Si He smiled and said, "Xiaoyi's high heels are in the side cabinet."

Qing Huan's phoenix eyes fluttered, and a strand of black hair fell down as she looked back. She smiled softly and said, "Master will not like Qing Huan wearing those shoes. Qing Huan is just a slave."

Si He was full of surprise. Seeing Qinghuan was only wearing a loose sweatshirt, he suddenly felt a sense of time and space confusion.

It is really the gentleness of Qinghuan paired with this off-white sweatshirt, and the short hair that seems messy but outlines the jawline and collarbone to the extreme... It's amazing!

Qinghuan stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself for a long time, then opened the small cabinet in the bedroom. Instead of looking for Ning'er's thin socks, she took out a small earring from Shuyue and put it on.

Outside the palace, Zhao Qing, who was in love with Ning Mei, seemed to sense something.

Suddenly looking back.

Qinghuan's hair was flying, a gentle smile was on the corner of her lips, and she was wearing Sihe's sweatshirt and walking barefoot.

The slender hands were half covered by the cuffs, with only four green jade fingers slightly tucked under the thin sleeves, and the long beautiful legs were also just right covered a little... The snow-white feet stepped on the green lawn, and a touch of clear and sweet fragrance came to the nose.

Zhao Qing was instantly distracted. Qinghuan... was so beautiful. An ordinary plain skirt could not have such an extreme effect.

Her red lemon eyes rippled, and she chuckled and let go of Zhao Qing's embrace.

"Master." Gu Qinghuan smiled, crossed her legs and bent her body, kneeling beside her master as usual.

She seemed to casually raise her head and fiddle with her hair, revealing her fair and beautiful profile. She slowly leaned over and kissed her master's lips, never looking up again.

Hong Ning smiled helplessly, then said jokingly: "Qing Huan stole my spot~"

She lifted her jade feet lightly and stepped into the warm, steaming pool.

A pair of bright and ambiguous eyes closed lightly, and when she bent down, her delicate body and head... were all immersed in the depths of the ripples.

Only the floating black hair is left, swaying with the ripples and dotted between the petals.

Zhao Qing instantly understood what Ning Mei meant, but before he could take off his clothes, a gentle hand touched him... followed by Ning Mei's unique tolerance and consideration.

Zhao Qing thought for a moment and let Ning Mei do her thing.

I raised my hands and held Qing Huan's beautiful face tightly...