Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Ding Si year.

For Zhao Qing's family, this has been an extremely unusual and long year.

From Songshanfang to Changshengfang, and then from Changshengfang back to Shouyunshan.

Qing Huan lost his cultivation and stepped into the seventh level of Qi training again, and began to cultivate his spiritual consciousness.

Lianyang no longer has Grandma He, but Shouyun Mountain has a new Queen Siyou, also known as the Master of Xuanji Pavilion.

After twelve years of hard training, Shuyue finally began to refine her own foundation and became the head of the Siyou Sect.

Xiaoyi returned to the imperial city, but she was no longer the daughter of a prime minister, but the empress of Chu.

Hong Ning left Zhongzhou and returned to Chu after wandering for several years, continuing the half of Yangguanqu she had sung that year.

Spring goes and summer comes, summer ends and autumn comes, and in the blink of an eye, the autumn wind turns into frost.

The years pass by silently.

In the coldest month of winter, although the snow has not yet arrived, the howling cold wind continues to ravage the entire Shouyun Mountain.

The peach blossoms that had been brought in from Changshengfang were still in full bloom, but only the one outside Xiaoyi's window was so...

The peach, willow and tea trees in the garden were left with only bare branches, swaying in the biting cold wind.

Stratus clouds obscured the sunlight.

The warm and quiet bedroom seemed a little dim.

The white-haired girl was lying alone on the bed, carefully drawing her new clothes. Next to her was the storybook that Shuyue had not finished reading. Under the window was a cup of warm deer milk, emitting a faint fragrance.

Veins occasionally appeared on her fair wrists that supported her pretty face, and her white hair was scattered casually like a waterfall.

Her graceful body was hidden in the quilt, as if to respond to the cold wind outside the window, as if she was also a little afraid of the severe cold... Occasionally she would take a sip of sweet hot milk.

A soft velvet carpet was laid on the original jade floor. Shuyue was only wearing a thin plain dress. She leaned on the bed with her eyes closed and sat cross-legged in meditation, silently nurturing her Taoist foundation and spiritual seeds.

Two huge warm wooden bathtubs were placed under the window, with wisps of mist rising from them, emitting a unique fragrance.

The crimson medicinal soup looked somewhat enchanting, creating ripples in the bathtub.

The rich blood energy dissipated and then gathered, and my aunt and Hong Ning lay in it, soaking in it. It was both a bath and a practice.

Now that Zhao Qing is able to exchange for rare blood stones at the blood son level, naturally the whole family wants to try using it.

However, Shuyue and Qinghuan's cultivation is still shallow, and their already exhausted blood and qi cannot be further improved. Only the aunt can try to absorb some of the medicinal power to enhance her own Burning Heart ability.

Ning Mei was not originally a disciple of the Blood Robe Sect, and had no inherited essence and blood to protect her. She could only condense the Crimson Amber Blood Grass, which was at a slightly more ordinary level of Qi training, to enhance her own Qi, blood, and energy. When she got the inherited essence and blood in the future, she would be able to do the same things as the Tianxiang Blood Robe Sect practitioners.

There are petals floating on the enchanting red soup, fragrant snow-white skin floating up and down, and slender jade hands splashing water... It is like a peaceful and tranquil picture.

Hong Ning slowly closed her eyes and leaned leisurely in the bathtub, enjoying herself.

The aunt looked at the man who was holding Qinghuan in his arms, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a gentle smile.

Zhao Qing raised his eyes and looked back, then reached out and slowly stroked his aunt's black hair... The only sound in the bedroom was the faint sound of falling water.

A small dark green butterfly gently flapped its wings on his shoulder and hid deep in his clothes.

This is naturally Qinghuan’s natal Gu butterfly.

After Qing Huan re-entered the seventh level of Qi training, not only did he have to keep his body with his master at all times, but his consciousness and his natal Gu butterfly as well.

Zhao Qing naturally accompanied Qing Huan in practicing with her gentle spiritual consciousness. While nourishing her Ming Tang, he also tried his best to condense his spiritual consciousness.

The cold wind was howling outside the window. Zhao Qing exchanged glances with his aunt, and then continued to carefully hone his skills, silently reciting the Seven Silent Heart Sutras.

Qinghuan neither practiced nor closed her eyes. Her delicate body seemed to have no bones, and she lay quietly limp in her master's arms, waiting. Her slightly raised goose neck was slender and tight, and the lines of muscle extending to her shoulders and collarbone were particularly charming.

Zhao Qing lifted Qinghuan's delicate head with a smile, kneading and pressing it slowly.

More than ten years ago, he always believed that the sexiest part of a woman must be her voluptuous figure and perky buttocks.

But in recent years, Zhao Qing has clearly had a different opinion.

The sexiest part of Qinghuan is the beauty vein between her goose neck and the teardrop mole on the side of her phoenix eyes.

There is also my aunt's beautiful face, legs and feet, Yue'er's cherry lips and tight waist, these are the most deadly weapons.

Ning Mei's pair of lively watery eyes are naturally the most attractive, while He Ma's fox ears and the coldness under her demon-like appearance are also equally sexy, making it difficult for people to control themselves.

Yin Hua was surging in his mind: "Which one do you love the most?"

Zhao Qing, as always, supported his master: "Of course it's you."

Si He: "Hold your Qing Huan and get out."

……

The cold wind has not yet subsided, and the dead branches continue to sway.

The huge palace remained silent.

When the nine-story palace was first built, Shuyue was filled with joy in designing and planning which floor would be used for cultivation, which floor would be used for living, which floor would be reserved for Qinghuan as an alchemy room, which floor would allow her aunt to practice formations with peace of mind, which floor would be Sihe's own little home, and which floor would be for the whole family to rest and talk...

Even when Ning'er just arrived home, she and Qinghuan specially cleaned up the largest study in the house as a space for Ning'er to be alone.

But now, only a few months have passed, and the whole family has moved into the bedroom.

Rest in the bedroom, practice in the bedroom, refine elixirs in the bedroom, even my aunt has to perform formations outside the bedroom window... the main focus is on gathering together.

If Zhao Qing and Shuyue Qinghuan were making love, my aunt would usually go back to her own little pavilion to read, while Ningmei would stay and play with them... Si He would not participate in such a fight at all, but would just pull Zhao Qing away to have some private time.

The palaces, which were originally designed to serve different purposes, now appear rather deserted except for the sleeping halls.

This is exactly the same as when Zhao Qing's family of four was in Songshan a few years ago.

In the huge mansion, there is a front hall, guest rooms, martial arts field, rockery and clear pond... everything you need.

But most of the time they just stayed in the bedroom to be affectionate, and occasionally went to the stone pavilion to have a drink at night.

This is not for sexual pleasure, but it is a unique and charming satisfaction for the family to be squeezed together.

Sometimes, there would be silence for a whole half day, and the six people under the moon were all silent, but they did not feel bored at all.

The world is vast, time flies by, and a room that provides peace of mind is enough.

Of course, Ning Mei is cheerful, generous, playful and mischievous, so Zhao Qing naturally worries that she might be bored. Occasionally, the whole family goes to the sect city together, or to find Qixiu, Shen Mo, Xian Ning, Dan Gui and others to eat and drink together.

Fortunately, the end of the year is approaching, the Abyss of the Hidden Dragon is about to be opened, and these days of confinement are about to end.

But the more this happened, the more Zhao Qing felt reluctant to leave, and he wished the end of the year would come later... It seemed that it would be nice for the whole family to stay in the bedroom.

In his spare time, he plays mahjong, poker and chess, plays the piano and other music with his fingers, dances alone under the moon and practices swordplay.

Let’s play with Lemon Girl’s fragrant dew together, and follow Si He to watch past replays. Zhao Qing and Si He will also tell some stories about the Xia Emperor Realm.

As early as the end of autumn, Ning Mei had already noticed too many strange things: fruit tea, poker, yogurt, cola, and the various seasonings that Zhao Qing took out from time to time, the strange colors and delicious flavors, and the unique names of husband and wife...

Zhao Qing naturally told everything, including the matter of the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, without any reservation.

He had no intention of hiding it from Hong Ning, he just wanted to take a small revenge on her for her previous torture.

Although Hong Ning tortured him to death during the Ming Shang period, Zhao Qing was not stupid. How could he not see Ningmei's feelings?

It was just a way for Hong Ning to vent some of the grievances she had suffered over the years.

However, after Ning Mei learned of his secret, she would sometimes pretend to be embarrassed and angry or simply want to return to Zhongzhou. Zhao Qing was often teased by Ning Mei using the secret method of the seven emotions.

But I just went along with her and coaxed her. Ning Mei was already very humble about her feelings, and if I deliberately teased and pulled her... I really couldn't bear it.

While Zhao Qing was sharpening his spiritual sense, he thought of this and glanced sideways at Ning Mei.

Coincidentally, Hong Ning also slowly opened her watery eyes and looked at him. Their eyes met and they smiled...

The woman no longer leaned against the bathtub, but leaned forward towards the rippling medicinal liquid. Her slender white arms stretched out and rested lightly on the edge of the bathtub, laughing, revealing her exquisite body, fragrant shoulders and beautiful back.

She winked gently at Zhao Qing, and then her moist red lips opened and closed lightly, but no sound came out. It was obvious that she was lip-reading to express her feelings.

"You don't practice, so why do you always look at me?"

Zhao Qing imagined it all and knew that this was roughly what Ning Mei meant.

"Beautiful." He chuckled and said it in a concise and clear manner.

Seeing this, the smile in Hong Ning's eyes became even brighter. She glanced secretly at her aunt and Shuyue, and then looked at Qinghuan in Zhao Qing's arms. She exhaled lightly and seemed to puff up her cheeks with a resentful breath.

After conveying her emotions, she extended her spiritual consciousness to touch Qing Huan's Ming Tang, as if to say... You are still cultivating spiritual consciousness with Qing Huan, don't tease me~

Zhao Qing naturally didn't care about the little emotions revealed by Ning Mei. Every time the two of them secretly communicated and teased each other, they would eventually go to the small room next door to have some private sex.

But sometimes they ran over on their own, and sometimes they were driven out by Shuyue and my aunt.

A hint of smile appeared in Qing Huan's phoenix eyes. Naturally, she also felt Hong Ning's consciousness lingering between her eyebrows. She sent a voice message to her master: "Master, please accompany Ning'er for a while."

Zhao Qing:?

Are you sincere?

I do not believe.

He directly grasped Qinghuan's chin and continued to practice with her in his arms.

As if she had sensed some subtle movement, Shuyue stopped meditating with her eyes closed. Her cunning eyes slowly opened and she probed her consciousness into her husband's Niwan...

There was no sound transmission or lip language, just quietly occupying the place.

The bedroom was still silent, and Zhao Qing and Ning Mei continued to exchange glances.

Si He turned over lightly, his slender feet poking out from under the quilt. He stood up, picked up the hot milk under the window and took a sip, then leaned against the head of the bed and slowly flipped through Shu Yue's storybook.

While communicating with Zhao Qing, he casually exchanged a few words: "Who is the first wife in your family?"

"Our family?"

Zhao Qing repeated it doubtfully, and while reciting it silently he made a gesture to Hong Ning, indicating that she was in no condition at all and could not sustain the galloping for too long.

"Shuyue is naturally the main wife... Of course, this is what she thinks." Zhao Qing sensed Si He's emotions and slammed on the brakes and turned a corner.

"My aunt's behavior clearly shows that she considers herself the first wife, but she only cares about the harmony of the family and never fights for anything."

"Qing Huan and Ning Mei don't care about these things, but they are actually fighting the most fiercely. They don't want status, they just want double the love."

"The super doubled kind." Zhao Qing added another sentence for emphasis.

"If we really want to talk about the main wife, it's naturally you, He Ma."

"After all...without He Ma, there would be no home."

Si He teased softly, "Don't want to call me master anymore?"

"Yes, I do, but I'm afraid you'll get tired of hearing it."

"Then by doing this... isn't that just a subtle criticism of my old age?"

Zhao Qing hesitated for a moment and said, "My dear daughter, call me daddy."

Si He smiled as he continued to turn the pages of the book and sent out his thoughts: "I want to shout, but I'll wait until the next time our minds merge."

?

"Want to shout? Tell me in detail what you were thinking?"

"The days ahead are long, I'll just listen to what the master wants and try being yelled at occasionally."

Zhao Qing: "I've always said you were a little bit of a contrast."

Si He: "I think you still want to kneel down and call me master."

……

Zhao Qing had long been accustomed to quarrels with Si He about speeding, and did not really take it seriously.

After all, when Si He has a seizure, he will shout "Dad Qing"... It doesn't sound very fulfilling.

The aunt leaned lazily in the bathtub, holding the jade slip in her hand, checking the sect records and the recent deployment of disciples. She seemed to be unaware of the intertwined spiritual consciousness around her, and did not even notice Hong Ning lying beside the bathtub and laughing and talking in her lips.

At this moment, she closed her beautiful eyes lightly and relaxedly lifted her long black hair. Then she put the jade slip into the spiritual ring, stood up and stepped out of the bathtub.

Water droplets slowly dripped from her flawless and delicate body. She looked at Zhao Qing and Qing Huan with a flirtatious look, a meaningful smile on her lips.

The velvet silk gently wiped across her fragrant, snow-white skin, and then casually wrapped around her body to cover it slightly...

Even so, the messy scarf, the drooping wet hair and the cool face are also particularly captivating.

My aunt crossed her slender legs and walked slowly to the window...

Then he pulled open the tightly closed window, and the howling cold wind instantly rushed into the bedroom, blowing his wet hair and making it ripple... The cold water droplets fell and all landed on Ningmei's shoulders.

Hong Ning gave Zhao Qing an aggrieved look, and then hid her delicate body back in the bathtub.

Shuyue secretly pursed her lips to suppress a smile, slowly withdrew her consciousness, leaned against the bed to avoid the wind and continued to meditate and practice.

Qinghuan naturally ignored her aunt and continued to linger with her master's consciousness, even silently gazing at her master with her loving phoenix eyes.

"Daddy."

Amidst the whimpering cold wind, a sweet and gentle voice broke the tranquility of the bedroom.

Xiaoyi turned around with a smile in her beautiful eyes: "My daughter is hungry, can you accompany her down the mountain to find something to eat?"

Eat... alone?

Zhao Qing looked back at Ning Mei's watery eyes full of laughter and gave her a helpless look.

Qing Huan smiled softly and said, "Qing Huan accompanied the Master and the Mistress down the mountain, and happened to visit my sister."

The aunt glared at Qinghuan with suspicion in her beautiful eyes, but in the end she could do nothing and could only wait for revenge the next time she was bullied.