Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Tianshui, Zhuling Wharf.

The sky cleared up when the snow was about to begin, the cold wind gradually subsided, and the sky was clear and flawless.

The surging Lancang River is mighty and the embankment is still covered with white snow.

Another spring is approaching, and the docks are bustling with merchants and peddlers.

Most of the men were wearing thick cotton-padded clothes. They were chatting in low voices in groups of three or four, and queuing outside the inn to get some wine in preparation for boarding the ship.

There were also officials and nobles who came for an early outing with their wives and servants, sitting around a fire on a large barge to enjoy the snow. Several young girls were lively and pretty, wearing shiny silver sable furs... The white mist exhaled by them as they talked and laughed drifted on the surface of the river.

"I heard from the elders in the county that they won't collect any more rent after spring!"

"Oh? Changed to Autumn Expedition?"

"Oh, no..."

"Yes, there will be no more poll tax in the future!"

"Rumor has it that the imperial court's Du Situ has fallen ill and vowed to exempt the entire nation from taxes, hoping to seek divine healing..."

"Pooh!"

"It's probably some fatal thirst disease that even the Immortal Master can't cure."

"Just wait until the spring breeze arrives and see if those mighty gentlemen will come knocking on your door..."

"do not talk!"

……

The steed came walking on the snow, attracting many doubtful and fearful looks.

The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was as handsome as jade. He rode a tall horse along the embankment.

He wore an extremely light black-sleeved shirt with a double-breasted front, and his hair was loose and draped over his shoulders without being trimmed. He rode his horse in the morning, watching the river and stepping on the snow, feeling very comfortable.

He casually held the loose reins in one hand and gently embraced the beautiful girl in his arms with the other. Sometimes he would tease the beauty's cheek, and the beauty would bend her boneless waist, tilt her body back and smile at him, ignoring the broken embankment in front of her.

The girl was also exceptionally beautiful, with skin as white as cream and more beautiful than jade, and delicate eyebrows and lips that made people feel pity for her.

Her hair was disheveled on her shoulders, with the thick black strands falling on her collarbone. Her eyes were smiling, creating two ripples of gentleness... Her face was rosy without any makeup.

Putting aside other things, just by looking at the casual attire of these two people, one can tell that they are Youfan's immortal cultivators.

Zhao Qing ignored the glances.

He held the plump body tightly in his arms and asked, "Where's the Ding tax?"

“I never paid it.”

"When I was young, I had no place to live in Jiaoping. Later, my sister had no land in Heyang. As an undocumented person, there were no officials to collect taxes." Qinghuan laughed brightly.

She was leaning sideways on the horse's back in an extremely awkward position. If her master had not held her back, she would have fallen off the horse in an instant and plunged into the surging river.

Zhao Qing nodded slightly, feeling that the delicate body in his arms was like a puppet without bones or thoughts.

Qinghuan's smile is different from anyone else's, it seems fake yet real, her eyes curved and her smile is so heartbreaking.

"Where is the mink fur coat?" Zhao Qing glanced at the beautiful girls sitting around the fire in the boatyard.

Qing Huan followed her master's gaze and smiled softly, "I've never worn it before... This kind of clothing is rare, and you can't find it in a cloth shop."

Zhao Qing looked at the furry mink coats on the girls and smiled a little.

He muttered in a low voice: "Shuyue probably hasn't worn it either, and I haven't worn it either..."

"Do you want to wear it?"

Qinghuan's eyes trembled slightly, and she straightened her waist and raised her body. Her slender legs drew a startling arc, and she rode across the horse's back against her master.

She pursed her pink lips and reflected her master's eyes. After a moment of silence, she asked softly, "Master, do you want to see Qing Huan wearing it?"

"I think so. I'll take you to buy it when we get to the county town later."

Gu Qinghuan gazed at the bustling dock with her phoenix eyes and whispered, "Qinghuan wants to wear fox fur. In the dead of night, lying at the master's feet, she would be a cute little beast."

Zhao Qing raised his fingers to comb the hair at Qing Huan's neck, then cupped her delicate face with one hand, quietly observing the ingenuity in her eyes. "It's just the two of us. Why are we kneeling down in the dead of night? Aren't we supposed to be warming the bed for our master?"

Qing Huan replied with a smile: "Master wants me to warm up, so I will warm myself up. If my master sees me getting bored, I will just kneel down and wait."

Zhao Qing pulled the woman's hair off her shoulders and stared at her, scolding her with a smile, "If you do that again, I'll throw you into the river."

"Then Qing Huan drowned herself in the river, waiting for her master to come and pick her up."

"If I die by drinking the river and drowning, I will be your slave in my next life." Qinghuan's eyes were burning, and she nestled in her master's arms, smiling and whispering.

Zhao Qing was so aroused that his heart was beating fast and his blood was surging uncontrollably, but he also felt helpless.

This little bitch is really crazy, and she's obviously doing it on purpose.

But it's better than just holding back and not saying anything...

"My sister said you are a stubborn donkey." He held the slender waist tightly in his arms.

Qing Huan gently closed her eyes, and leaned into her master's arms, her arms tightly wrapped around her. She parted her pink lips and whispered, "Master, what do you think Qing Huan is?"

Zhao Qing pulled the reins and steed the horse across the shallows by the river.

He gently stroked the black hair of the delicate head pressed against his chest, and after a moment of hesitation, he lifted Qinghuan's cheek and looked at her carefully.

Her eyes, full of tenderness, were like a warm pond, and there was a faint smile between her brows, as if she was quietly waiting for her owner's evaluation.

"When I look at you now, I feel like you are a wild horse." Zhao Qing said with a chuckle.

Qinghuan's breathing was light and the smile on her face became even brighter.

"The master and sister seem to have the same opinion about Qing Huan."

Zhao Qing nodded in agreement.

On this point, his views are not much different from his sister's.

He chuckled and recounted, "When I was meeting guests in the city, I saw the Phoenix Queen's enchantress again."

"She is a golden slave. Everyone calls her the Little Fiery Horse. She has a straightforward personality, but a very bad temper."

"But I always feel that you are much more fierce than that horse."

Qing Huan looked at her master and smiled softly. Her natal Gu butterfly flashed by, flitting across the reins tied to the horse's head...

The horses under the two men were startled for a moment, neighing excitedly and running into the deep forest in the countryside.

Zhao Qing hurriedly hugged Qinghuan tightly. The whistling wind in his ears could not cover up the neighing of the wild horse.

Gu Qinghuan and her master embraced each other, her hair being tormented by the cold wind. She held the other end of the reins in her slender hand and whispered softly in his ear, "Qinghuan is the master's fierce horse..."

"Since it is difficult to hold my hair, I tie the reins around my neck. Qing Huan is willing to be my master's mount, galloping with him across the ice and snow."

Zhao Qing: ? ?

Seeing that the horse was running away without a rein, he picked up Qinghuan and flew up, and the two of them fell together in the countryside of Jiaoping County.

The cold wind is rustling.

Qinghuan's slender hand still held the other end of the reins, and she looked at her master with a gentle smile, as if waiting for punishment.

Zhao Qing threw the reins to the ground and looked at Qinghuan quietly. He felt exhausted for a moment.

He embraced the woman's delicate body, ripped the reins from her hands and threw them away, then ordered in a cold voice, "Call your husband."

Qing Huan's eyes flickered, and she immediately obeyed and whispered, "Husband."

Zhao Qing's mind froze. He wanted to tell Qinghuan that he would go home if she continued to deliberately provoke him, but he couldn't bear to be mean to her.

He chuckled and ruffled the messy hair in his arms: "Where were we talking about just now?"

Qing Huan thought for a moment, then looked at his master with a burning gaze: "Speaking of not allowing Qing Huan to act recklessly anymore, the master wants to take a quiet walk with Qing Huan."

what? !

Zhao Qing laughed in surprise and said, "I never said that."

Qing Huan also smiled and replied: "Qing Huan guessed it."

Zhao Qing couldn't help but sigh, holding the woman's slender hand tightly, and slowly stepped across the snow: "What else can you guess?"

Gu Qinghuan stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar mountains and fields nearby, and said softly, "Master, don't worry about Qinghuan. Qinghuan is silent when she's free because she has nothing to say."

"anything else?"

"Qing Huan doesn't want the sweetness of love between men and women. I just want to live alone with my master..."

Zhao Qing turned Qing Huan's cheek and asked with a smile, "Then let's go home?"

Qing Huan's eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled: "Everything is up to the master."

Ok!

Zhao Qing blurted out: "Then you still don't want to go home."

Gu Qinghuan was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Master wants to take Qinghuan out, and Qinghuan also wants to accompany the Master..."

"Don't you usually think about it?"

Qing Huan stared at her master with blazing eyes: "Of course I think about this sometimes. Whenever I think about this, my heart sinks and my liver trembles uncontrollably."

Zhao Qing's eyes were full of suspicion.

He wasn't wondering about Qing Huan's physiological reaction, but was thinking...

"You don't want ordinary intimacy, but you also want to travel alone with your master?"

Qing Huan was also somewhat bewildered. She seemed to have sorted out her thoughts and confided in a low voice, "Qing Huan simply feels that that is far from enough. I wish my soul were intertwined with my master's. If my master is in danger again, Qing Huan wishes to die with him."

……

at the same time.

In the former dilapidated courtyard in Shouyun Mountain.

Shuyue and her aunt squeezed into the alchemy room again. Sihe and Shuyue leaned against the head of the bed, broadcasting Qinghuan and Zhao Qing's outing in real time.

My aunt was lying on the altar, sorting out the government records. After hearing Qinghuan's words, she just smiled and said nothing.

Shuyue laughed crisply and complained: "Qinghuan doesn't look like she's upset at all..."

My aunt raised her beautiful eyes and glanced at her: "Qinghuan didn't have any symptoms originally."

Si He had already been communicating with Zhao Qing non-stop.

"Did you hear that?"

"She admitted it herself! She's not pure and indifferent, she just wants too much!"

"What do you mean by living like one with you? You're obviously jealous of me, you little rascal, you're so greedy..."

……

Zhao Qing tidied Qing Huan's hair with a look of pity, and asked with a chuckle, "So you often mistreat yourself to make your master feel sorry for you?"

Qing Huan's eyes were clear, and she smiled softly, "Qing Huan and the Master made a promise in my early years that I would be a medicine slave guarding the Master for the rest of my life. My body, soul, and life all belong to the Master."

"Master feels bad for Qinghuan. It's Master's business. How can you blame Qinghuan?"

Zhao Qing was stunned when he heard this.

Si He also secretly sent a message: "Yes, it's your business if you feel sorry for her, what can she do?"

"Heh! If you don't feel bad for her, won't she be normal!?"

Zhao Qingjing looked at Qinghuan's smiling eyes and immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing this topic.

He naturally knew Qinghuan's intentions.

But for him, it was also a pleasure to take Qinghuan out for a walk and listen to her vent her feelings.

"Let's find Yan Qing first and deliver the Bodhi inheritance to him."

Hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed across Qinghuan's eyes.

Zhao Qing smiled and said, "Of course you will go find it. You will also be the one to find the cat demon later. You will also be the one to discuss the division of Chu's resources with Senior Brother Pang."

Gu Qinghuan: ...

She smiled softly and said, "Then Qinghuan will do her best."

Zhao Qing paid no attention to her attitude. He simply chuckled and strolled beside her, waiting to see what Qing Huan would do, and how she would talk to her senior brothers and sisters when they reached Blood God Peak...

He felt it necessary to explore Qinghuan's social skills.

When Qing Huan talked to others, she was obviously very normal...but she had rarely spoken to strangers in recent years.

Dead branches rustled in the snowy countryside.

The smoky smell of burning charcoal came from far away. Perhaps someone was steaming noodles.

Qinghuan held hands with her master and whispered the story of Jiaoping County.

"Qing Huan and my sister have been wandering around this river since I can remember..."

"My sister was still young and pretty at that time. She would occasionally do some weaving for a few days, and she would also go to help when a baby was born."

"But she never married, and we didn't have a home. We even moved more than ten times a year with my sister."

"Later, there was a flood here, and Qinghuan, who was young, nearly drowned. When he woke up after being unconscious for several days, he had already arrived in Heyang."

"It was a cloth shop's cargo ship that saved my sister, and then saved me..."

As she spoke softly, she extended her weak spiritual sense, not knowing what she was looking for in the ordinary farmer's house.

Zhao Qing also extended his spiritual sense and searched with her.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly think of something and asked softly, "Did you have any favorite food when you were young?"

Gu Qinghuan was speechless for a moment and was a little dazed.

"Candied honey, huh?"

She looked at her master with a smile in her phoenix eyes: "I was very young at that time, less than five years old. Qinghuan ate whatever my sister liked to eat."

"It's still like this now. Qinghuan likes to eat whatever the master gives her."

"The master wants to hear Qinghuan talk more, so Qinghuan speaks more for the master."

Candied fruit...

Zhao Qing nodded slightly as he took a step forward, and his spiritual sense extended over a dozen miles, searching for any place in the town selling candied fruits.

As for Qinghuan's subsequent words, he had long been accustomed to them.

Qing Huan seemed to have sensed something, and whispered softly, "Later, life in He Yang was very difficult. My sister would steal and rob to support Qing Huan..."

Zhao Qing immediately denied it, saying, "The master left some money."

A few miles away, a bag of honey-soaked apricots was floating over... The man walking in blood-stained clothes has good luck.

Gu Qinghuan stopped talking, her eyes full of joy, she must have felt that she and her master had a tacit understanding, even her fair neck was flushed.

Zhao Qing felt strange when he saw her so shy.

It seems that for Qinghuan, being able to guess his master's thoughts every time is more gratifying than being a walking creature.

He took the bag of candied fruit in his hand, opened it casually and picked up a piece of sticky candied fruit. Just then, a delicate head lowered over him, and her warm and slightly cool lips sucked his fingers together.

Qinghuan's pink lips were stained with honey, sparkling and extremely attractive.

When she gently sucked on the apricot, her cheeks occasionally bulged slightly, and the sweetness revealed between her curved eyebrows came into view. She was completely different from the appearance in Zhao Qing's memory.

She happened to be wearing no makeup, looking like a young girl who was just beginning to fall in love.

Zhao Qing pinched another piece with a smile. Qinghuan pursed her lips and smiled at her master, then bent down... and lowered her head to eat again.

Si He cursed: "You little bastard, you say you don't want to be intimate, but you act like an autistic person all day long."

"I didn't expect she was so easy to coax. Once I flirt with her, she's got stars in her eyes that I can't hide."

“How shameful!”

……

Gu Qinghuan seemed like a different person now. Whenever he combed his hair or bent down to eat, he no longer knelt in the snow.

Her curved eyelashes trembled slightly, and she even asked her master with a lively smile...

"Did the master really leave behind some money?"

Zhao Qing: ...

Isn't this nonsense?

My spiritual consciousness went there empty-handed, how can I keep it?

He chuckled and brushed his lips against Qing Huan's sticky pink lips: "I stole it from the shop."

Qing Huan stood gracefully, smiling and gazing at her master for a few moments...

Then, he suddenly pounced on his master, hugged him tightly, and used the talisman to fly up on the wind. He said with a smile through telepathy: "I won't return it. Let the hero of Jiao Ping do it..."

Zhao Qing also held Qinghuan's slender waist tightly with his backhand and let her fly away with him.

The cold wind was blowing fiercely, and the hair of both of them was flying wildly.

The frost-covered countryside recedes into the distance, but the sweet aroma of candied fruit still lingers on my nose.

Qinghuan's eyes turned red, and her slender arms tightly embraced her master's waist, flying in the wind and rushing towards the vast and surging cold river.

Their tender pink lips pressed tightly together, and the two bodies slammed into the depths of... the cold and turbid Lanjiang River.

The waves are like waterfalls and the cold river is piercing.

In the turbid river water, the bloodshot between her phoenix eyes became heavier, and her spiritual consciousness was intertwined with her master's thoughts.

"My husband knows that Qing Huan can't stand this kind of pampering..."

"Qing Huan will go crazy and die..."

Zhao Qing didn't use his spiritual sense to avoid the water, but instead raged at Qing Huan's weak body, while transmitting his thoughts and voice: "Who is your husband? Call him Master!"

"Husband..."

The panel in front of my eyes kept flashing.

【Gu Qinghuan】

【Life and Death Together】

……

【Gu Qinghuan】

【Life and Death Together】

……

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At noon, the warm sun is warm and the cold snow is gradually thinning.

Qinghuan changed into a plain blue and white dress, with wet hair draped over her shoulders, and knocked on the door of a house.

creak...

There was a sound of the door hinges being overwhelmed.

"Girl... aren't you cold?"

The trembling old woman's eyes were already blurry and her voice was a little hoarse.

Qing Huan hurried forward and wrapped her arms around the old woman, smiling affectionately, "Grandma Yan, it's me!"

"You are……?"

"I'm Xiaoci, Qingci. Thirty years ago, I worked as a weaver with you..."