Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Small words...?

The old man looked at the girl in front of him again and again, his cloudy eyes a little absent-minded.

After a long while, she suddenly remembered something, and a hint of joy appeared on her face, but more of it was surprise.

The old woman raised her dry palm and gently stroked the wet hair of the woman in front of her: "It's Qingci."

"you……"

"Why do you look like you've changed?"

Gu Qinghuan chuckled and said, "So many years have passed, maybe Granny Yan is blurry and can't remember clearly?"

The old man fell into silence again.

Zhao Qing leaned on the eaves with a smile on his face, watching quietly with his spiritual sense.

Thirty years ago, Li Qingci was only in his teens... Granny Yan is so old now, can she still see the face in front of her clearly?

Yan Wenjin had a kind smile on his wrinkled face and kept stroking the wet hair of the girl in front of him.

She turned around tremblingly and beckoned the woman in: "Come in, it's cold outside..."

"Where have you been all these years?"

Gu Qinghuan supported the old man and walked slowly beside him, saying with a sweet smile, "I have been practicing in the temple for a few years."

"Hey... you're just telling lies, and you still look so happy..."

"Our family has moved several times over the years. How did you find it?"

Qinghuan naturally used his spiritual sense to find her.

She smiled and said, "That's easy. Just ask a few people."

The old man seemed to realize it belatedly and sighed sadly: "It really is in the temple."

"That year, I heard from people who came back that your little beast..."

"What was your name?" Yan Wenjin racked his brains but couldn't remember the name.

"Qinghuan." Qinghuan reminded with a chuckle.

"Yes, Qing Huan."

"Qing Huan... is she still there?"

"I heard the little thing drowned and no one had time to help her."

Gu Qinghuan held the old woman's arm and sat on the steps of the house, staring at the snow in the yard with her phoenix eyes.

She gently stroked the old man's wrinkled hand and chuckled softly, "You're saved. The little beast is tough."

Yan Wenjin narrowed her eyes slightly, and from the light wrinkles on her withered forehead... one could vaguely tell that she was a rare beauty when she was young.

"You're stubborn too. It would have been great if you had followed your eldest brother back then. I could even help you take care of Xiao Qinghuan, and your eldest brother didn't even despise me, so what are you afraid of..."

The woman smiled and said, "It's been so many years, why do you keep talking about that... Qinghuan is already married now."

The little beast is already married?

Yan Wenjin looked at the sunlight shining on the snow with melancholy.

Just now, when she mentioned thirty years ago, she didn't feel anything, but now when she thinks about it again, it turns out that so much time has passed.

The little one who cried for his sister back then has started a family now, and I am about to be buried...

She looked at the woman's face carefully and said with a smile, "Your elder brother has grown old and his hair has turned a little gray, but you still look so fresh and lively."

Qing Huan smiled sweetly and said, "The old monk in the temple is a practitioner and has some secret recipes for maintaining beauty."

A flash of light flashed across her slender fingers as she took out dozens of packets of herbs and placed them on the steps. She also took out some frozen meat buns and bacon...

"This is a practitioner's ring. It can hold a lot of things."

"These herbs are good for your health. The meat buns and pork trotters were only made a few days ago."

The old woman's expression was moved. She stared at the ring on the woman's hand in a daze. After a long while, she smiled and sighed, "How can I chew a bone?"

"Then put it in the pot and steam it. Steam it for a while until it's cooked through and soft. It's so fragrant..."

Yan Wenjin glanced sideways with her cloudy eyes, and her smiling expression was as lively as that of a young person. Her voice was hoarse, but her tone was still cheerful.

"Hey, which temple can you eat meat?"

Qing Huan pursed her lips and smiled. After looking at the old man for a long time, she said softly, "Heyang White Horse Temple. The old monk provides me with food and accommodation. I rely on the skills you brought me to do some needlework."

"These years... I have been in the temple."

Hearing this, Yan Wenjin didn't know what he was thinking about, and immediately became speechless.

The snow in the courtyard reflected the warm sunshine, sparkling and bright like a piece of unpolished jade.

Seeing that the old man was silent, Qing Huan chuckled and explained his purpose: "I came back this time because the old monk has sent me trouble again."

"I was asked to come back and find a knight named Yan..."

"There aren't many people with the surname Yan in Jiao Ping. I thought maybe you're from our family, so I asked around and came all the way to see you."

The old woman's eyes trembled, and she looked at the woman carefully again.

He chuckled and scolded softly, "You, oh you, when did your mouth become so sweet? Is it because the temple forbids throwing tantrums?"

Qing Huan smiled and joked, "I just ate honey, so my voice is naturally sweeter."

"Um……"

Yan Wenjin reached out a trembling hand and picked up a frozen meat bun from the cloth, staring at the kneading pattern on it. "Yan what?"

"Yan Qing."

"Yan Qing...?"

The old man put down the meat bun, pondered for a while, and said hesitantly: "It seems that he lives on the river, which is not easy to find."

Qing Huan's eyes were bright and she chuckled softly, "Then I'll go take a look along the river bank later."

"Is everyone at home away?"

"Everyone's busy."

"Your eldest brother opened a shop and is working with his wife right now. My younger brother has also gone to the county town... neither of them is here."

Qing Huan nodded slightly, and then helped the old man comb his gray hair. He said softly, "I'm going to take a walk on the river. Would you like to rest for a while?"

"go Go."

……

Yan Wenjin leaned lightly against the door frame, looking at the receding figure.

The smile on her face became brighter and brighter, and she seemed to be still the beautiful woman she was back then.

The moment the woman stepped out of the house and looked back at him, the old man blurted out: "How is your mother?"

Qing Huan's eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, the meat buns are steamed by my mother."

Yan Wenjin asked softly: "What about you..."

The snow scene and sunlight in front of the old man were both dim and unclear.

Only behind Xiao Qinghuan...

A man walked slowly over and put a bluish-white fox fur coat on Xiao Qinghuan's shoulders. He raised his hand and teased her fair cheek with a smile.

"Those who have experienced pure joy are naturally very good."

"Zhao Qing, goodbye to Grandma Yan."

……

It's late afternoon.

The setting sun dyed the distant sky red.

The originally turbulent Lancang River seemed a little tired and became quiet.

The snow on the embankment is gradually fading, and the evening breeze is much softer than in the past few days.

A light boat is floating on the sparkling Lanjiang River.

There was no one to paddle the boat, and no rudder, so the boat was just allowed to drift with the waves.

Floating quietly...it seemed to be able to float all the way to the East China Sea, to the end of the dim sky and earth.

Qinghuan was wrapped in a furry fox fur coat, while Zhao Qing changed back into his dark green robe. The two leaned against each other... and a small stove was lit beside them.

The turbid wine was warmed on the small stove, and the overturned cups and bowls reflected the lingering afterglow, making them particularly dazzling.

"I remember the last time I traveled alone with my master, we were also floating on the Lanjiang River."

"Qing Huan also said that he would be the master's spearman in the future..."

"But Qing Huan is really stupid. Even rebuilding it would take so long."

Zhao Qing's eyes trembled slightly. He lowered his head and tugged at Qing Huan's fox fur, wrapping her tightly. "The last time we came here was the year Xiao Yi became a Blood Robe disciple, right?"

Qing Huan smiled softly and said, "Yes, it was White Dew that day, and the master took me to the temple to see my sister."

"But we're not going along this stretch of the river..."

She gently held her master's hand, hid it in the lapel under her fox fur coat, and warmed it against her skin.

Zhao Qing chuckled and raised his other hand, picked up the hot wine glass on the stove, and slowly fed it to Qinghuan.

As the hot, spicy and bitter wine went down her throat, the woman's beautiful face became even more rosy.

The eyes that were originally full of tenderness were also turned brown by the setting sun, and there seemed to be a scene of the setting sun falling into the river.

"very soon."

"You have reached the Spirit Refining Realm in just six months. After obtaining the Phoenix Emperor's inheritance, with the bloodline's blessing for cultivation, it will be easy for you to return to the Foundation Establishment Realm within a year."

Zhao Qing thought for a moment and added, "But Zizhu's Daoji Pill is gone. The master will find another rare treasure for you."

A clever smile flashed across Qing Huan's phoenix eyes, and she said softly, "Master, do you think... Zi Zhu's method..."

"Stupid?"

Zhao Qing smiled at Qinghuan's hesitation and responded.

Gu Qinghuan shook her head lightly and whispered, "Ordinary cultivators don't even have the chance to complete the Thousand Days Foundation Building phase. A top-grade Dao Foundation Pill is already an invaluable treasure..."

"It's just that Shuyue has been practicing for so many years and has finally reached the threshold of foundation building. But she still needs to slowly hone her skills for another three years."

Zhao Qing seemed to be thinking about something when he heard that. He embraced Qinghuan's delicate body and let her lean on him.

Looking back now, Zizhu's Dan is indeed a bit silly.

It's far less useful than Tianxiang's flower seeds...

Back then, I was still a young alchemist, and being able to get the opportunity to build a foundation in a thousand days was considered a great opportunity.

But now he is walking in blood.

And Shuyue still needs to sit and practice for more than two years before she can enter the foundation-building stage...

Zhao Qing took out the Zizhu Walking Communication Jade and said to Qing Huan jokingly, "This is only the Thousand Days Foundation Establishment."

"The Zizhu lineage even has a top-grade Dao Foundation Pill, giving us the opportunity to build our foundation in ten thousand days. Do we really have to sit there for thirty years?"

Qinghuan's phoenix eyes are bright and lively. She wraps herself in a fleece coat and enjoys the embrace of her master, smiling silently.

Zhao Qing was thinking about how to ask Zizhu's peers about their journey...

He sent a message: "Has Fellow Daoist Su ever taken a supreme Dao Foundation Pill?"

Soon, the communication jade received the news.

It seems that everyone walking around these days is very idle...

Su Jie: "Of course I have taken it. Is there anything I need, fellow Daoist?"

Zhao Qing continued to reply: "May I ask, when fellow Daoist was building his foundation, how long did it take to cultivate it?"

Su Jie: "More than twenty-seven years."

"I still have quite a few top-grade Dao Foundation Pills. If you need any, just have Zhongzhou Jianxuezi come to the Holy Land to get them."

Zhao Qing: ...

He was speechless for a moment.

Is there really someone who spends a full ten thousand days and nights sitting in meditation just to cultivate their Dao foundation?!

Qinghuan leaned in her master's arms, and after seeing the other party's reply, there was even a hint of a mischievous smile between her eyebrows.

Zhao Qing smiled as he played with Qing Huan's cheek, gently flattening and rounding it with one hand... and sighed softly, "I originally thought that Zi Zhu would have some method to speed up the process of cultivating the foundation of Taoism."

He didn't talk any more with Su Jie. After the message was sent, he told Su Jie that it was no longer necessary. He then made an appointment to visit the Purple Pearl Holy Land in the future and put away the message jade.

Qing Huanying stood up, took off her fox fur coat and put it on her master.

Then he held up the hot cup with both hands, knelt down and brought it to the master's lips, watching the master drink the wine with a smile.

"Qing Huan was just guessing... that Zi Zhu might have other tricks up her sleeve, but I didn't expect this to be the result."

Zhao Qing was speechless. Seeing Qing Huan's knees slightly scratched by the wooden splinters on the boat, he roughly dragged her into his arms, hugging her legs as well...

Wearing the small embroidered shoes, it felt like holding a cute doll.

He handed another communication jade to Qinghuan.

He said with a smile: "Cui Yuan is from the Nangong family in Zhongzhou. She is a very lively woman. Ask her what methods each meridian has to build the foundation..."

"Let's find another way for Shuyue. It will be useful for you when you build your foundation in the future."

Qinghuan curled up in her master's arms and took the jade piece. She first took off her embroidered shoes and silk stockings and threw them into the sparkling river so that her master could hold her more comfortably.

The lust in her heart had long been uncontrollable, and she only wished to sink into the river with her master in the cold night and make love. When she thought of this, her legs couldn't help but go weak...

But at this moment the evening sun was shining brightly and the river breeze was cool, and she couldn't bear to break this tranquility and sweetness.

I can serve my master as a slave at any time, but the time we spend together on the river... is obviously more precious.

[Fellow Daoist Nangong, I wonder if there are any rare treasures in Yujing that can help refine one's Dao foundation?]

[Like the seeds of the heavenly fragrance and the elixir of purple pearls...]

Qing Huan delivered the message on behalf of her master while smiling softly, "Master, don't worry about Qing Huan."

"The lust in my heart is too overwhelming..."

"I can't sit or stand still. Only when I kneel beside my master do I feel that my soul and life belong to him. This is especially true when we are practicing love."

Hearing this, Zhao Qing lightly raised his eyebrows and lifted Qing Huan's cheek, then scolded her with a smile, "Isn't it time for you to keep calling me husband during the day?"

Qing Huan also laughed: "Master's doting on Qing Huan will only make Qing Huan even more devoted. Master, don't you know that?"

Zhao Qing: ...

I know.

But what the hell can I do?

"So I should just ignore you, throw you into the underground palace of Dingziyuan, and never pay any attention to you again?"

Mingyan, with a clear and happy smile, took the initiative to squeeze her small feet into her master's clothes to keep warm. The slender hand holding the communication jade dropped down and gently raised her goose neck.

"Qing Huan will then guard the master in the underground palace for hundreds and thousands of years, until he turns into a handful of dry bones, and quietly wait for the master to come and take him."

A small purple-green butterfly flew out from between her eyebrows, seemingly evolving from her spiritual consciousness, yet also appearing to possess a physical entity.

In the inheritance of the Baiyu lineage, to reach the realm of spiritual refinement, one needs to raise one's own spiritual Gu into the Mingtang. That's it.

The little butterfly fluttered and hovered in front of Zhao Qing for a moment, and then wanted to enter his Niwan Palace.

Zhao Qing naturally did not refuse. He seemed to be able to feel something strange in his condensed spiritual consciousness. The small purple-green butterfly folded its wings and lay down... It was closely related to Qinghuan.

Qing Huan's face was stained with the sunset glow, and it was flushed. She seemed to be too weak, and most of her spiritual power and consciousness were gone.

She whispered softly, "From now on, when Qing Huan cultivates, she will cultivate her own Life Butterfly. When she stays by the Master's side, she will hand the Life Butterfly over to the Master for safekeeping."

Zhao Qing carefully examined the blush on Qing Huan's face, chuckled and asked in confusion, "Why is that?"

Gu Qinghuan's eyes trembled, and after thinking for a while, he couldn't figure out the reason.

She just whispered in her master's ear: "I just feel that this makes me closer to her."

She gently licked her master's hair and cheeks, her hot breath pouring into his ear canal intentionally or unintentionally...

"If the master is truly tired of Qing Huan, he can simply abandon her to the underground palace. Qing Huan will guard her until her death."

Zhao Qing's heart trembled slightly because of her torture, his blood surged and his eyes were burning.

He treated the delicate body in his arms like a puppet, wantonly ravaging and fiddling with it: "Why do you always think about dying?"

"without……"

Qing Huan panted slightly, chuckled and said, "I just wanted to tell the master, the master knows."

"Owner……"

"Ok?"

Gu Qinghuan's face was flushed, her eyes were gently closed, and her delicate eyebrows were full of joy.

She laughed cheerfully and said, "When I first met the Master, Qing Huan deliberately affected the Master's mood..."

"Yan said something foolish and silly, saying that after Qinghuan died, he only hoped that his senior brother could come to Tianshui and let Tianshui see the man Gu Qinghuan recognized."

"But now, the master is very familiar with Tianshui."

"Qing Huan felt that Tian Shui was distant and far from being as close as the master."

Zhao Qing ruffled Qing Huan's messy hair and chuckled, "Then the master will accompany you to see the Tianshui you have walked out of."

……

Night covers the sky.

The spiritual energy of the jade message that Cui Yuan was walking on ripples...

Yan Qing from Jiaoping County paddled his fishing boat and returned to the countryside...

But Zhao Qing and Qing Huan disappeared without a trace.

Only in the depths of the cold river, the undercurrent surges, and the river seems as hot as turbid wine.