Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Midnight.

He Yang.

The towering Heyang Mountain is quiet and hazy, and the snow on the mountain reflects the bright moonlight... It seems to have become a dim lamp covering the world.

The small town at the foot of the mountain has already fallen asleep.

On the deserted streets, only the howling cold wind blew the dead branches, running and chasing in a hurry.

Even the brokers and agents who used to wait on the street have disappeared.

After Zhao Qing and Qing Huan had a wild and absurd time together in the Lanjiang River, they lit a fire and sat by the river...

It was not until this time that the two of them traveled to Heyang County.

The scriptures of Jiao Ping and Yan Qing have been delivered, but two monks from the White Horse Temple are still waiting for the scriptures written by the abbot last year.

Qinghuan was wearing an extremely thin plain skirt, and her sleeves fluttered in the cold wind.

Her fair wrist was held tightly by her master, who followed him closely.

"When Qinghuan was young, she always wandered around Jiaoping with her sister."

"It wasn't until a great flood when I was five years old that I came to the foot of Heyang Mountain to seek survival."

"..."

Zhao Qing nodded slightly and strolled happily on the lonely old street.

He had heard about Qinghuan's past sufferings countless times.

To be precise, Qinghuan is not miserable, because she has her sister to take care of and protect her. Li Qingci is the one who really has a miserable life.

The two walked past a large shop building, and the brand new wooden lacquered door was closed.

When his spiritual sense swept over, he saw that the place was filled with various kinds of silks and fabrics, as well as unfinished clothes and needles, thread and wooden rulers.

In a small room deep inside the shop, an oil lamp flickered, and several sallow-faced girls were still working overtime on their tasks...

Qinghuan's consciousness intertwined with the master's, and together they viewed the place where they lived and worked in the past year.

As she recalled her past struggles, the smile on her beautiful face grew even brighter. "Huasha Cloth Shop has many cloth shops in various counties of Tianshui."

"When the Lanjiang River burst its banks, it was this cloth shop's large ship that brought Qinghuan and her sister to Heyang."

"My sister was doing needlework here at first... Qinghuan squeezed in on the small bed with my sister."

"Then the cloth shop's business got worse, and my sister was kicked out because she had me as a burden."

"We have no hometown and no relatives or friends, and no one is willing to work for us elsewhere... My sister can only steal, rob, and sell herself..."

Zhao Qing held Qinghuan's wrist tighter and stared into her clear eyes.

Qing Huan looked back at his master and said with a smile, "Thankfully, after the immortal government was implemented, the Lan River will never flood again."

What’s the point whether there is a flood in the future?

Zhao Qing smiled and sighed, "There will be no Gu Qinghuan anymore, and it will only make my sister suffer."

In response to this, the light in Qing Huan's eyes dimmed slightly, and she murmured softly with a smile: "Sister, it's obvious that I am stubborn."

"Qing Huan is such a useless bastard. Not only does she want to take him with her, but she also fantasizes all day long that he will come to pick her up and protect her..."

"It's a pity...my sister isn't as lucky as Qinghuan."

Today, Huashabuzhuang is very large.

The gilded plaque reflects the moonlight at night.

The majestic Heyang Mountain is a bit far away.

It is even more peaceful in the boundless snow.

"Do you resent him?"

Zhao Qing accompanied Qinghuan on a journey through the old days, passing by the teahouse and then heading to the Liu family martial arts school in the south of Heyang Mountain.

"Qinghuan has never seen it... I just feel sorry for Xiaoyi."

"The surname Gu was given by my sister, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."

The blood jade spirit boat rose into the air, and the streak of light it left in the cold night looked like a falling star.

Gu Qinghuan leaned back into her master's arms again.

Like a rag doll that cannot move, it is placed on the owner's lap to be pinched and teased, or just lean against him quietly.

Zhao Qing also always felt that...

Qinghuan is the most suitable person to accompany you in this way. Just sitting quietly without saying anything and occasionally looking at her gentle eyes is already a wonderful enjoyment.

Of course, she didn't enjoy it as much since she was always silent.

"When Qing Huan was seven years old, she followed her sister to Zui Hua Ju."

"The courtyard of Zuihuaju has long since collapsed and disappeared..."

"My sister would often leave Qinghuan to the stable at night to starve and freeze. If she didn't learn the dance well, she would be beaten. If she learned the dance too well... she would also be beaten."

"They beat Qinghuan with whips and hung her up in the stable."

"I only beat Qinghuan so hard that there are scars on his neck and shoulders. Fortunately, my sister didn't really want to kill Qinghuan."

Gu Qinghuan smiled softly, "I didn't understand these things when I was young, and no man would be interested in a dirty, bloody skeleton that stayed in the stable all day."

"Until the madam held her coming-of-age ceremony at the age of fifteen, Qinghuan's shoulders and back were still covered with hideous scars."

At the foot of Heyang Mountain.

The steps outside the huge manor are very long.

There was no plaque in the martial arts hall, only a tattered and faded flag fluttering in the wind, making a rumbling sound.

The spirit boat floats in the sky.

Zhao Qing stroked the soft, smooth legs in his arms and whispered, "You cultivated to the Xiantian level in the martial arts hall before you were able to heal and remove the scars on your body?"

Qinghuan looked up in surprise and met her master's gaze.

Smiling, she said, "Sister wouldn't intentionally destroy Qing Huan's appearance and limbs. I slowly applied some of the young lady's medicinal paste, and she recovered in the third year."

……

The two men put away the spirit boat and went into the martial arts hall to wander around searching.

The wooden stakes standing in the forest are somewhat rotten, and the iron railings are already covered with rust.

Eighteen years have passed. The Liu Lao who saved Qing Huan is no longer with us, and the martial arts school has a new owner.

For the Changsheng Sword Sect, more than ten years is just a fleeting time.

But in this ordinary martial arts hall, everything has changed. When I scanned it with my spiritual sense... all I saw were unfamiliar boys and girls.

There was only the secluded path leading to the backyard, Qing Huan was still a little lost in thought...

The moonlight is clear.

The long path was swept clean, and the dead trees on both sides were filled with snow.

Zhao Qing used his spiritual sense to scan the scenes throughout the martial arts hall, blocking the perception of those who were sleeping.

Accompanying Qinghuan to wander around the place where she once lived...

There is a small wooden building in the backyard, which is built next to the martial arts field. Opposite to it is a row of low back rooms.

"Qing Huan lived here in the past."

"That wooden building is the young lady's residence, and Qinghuan can be considered half a maid." With her master accompanying her to visit the old place again, Qinghuan's eyes were full of smiles and her words were much more cheerful.

Zhao Qing glanced at the row of low wooden houses in front of him. The air was filled with the smell of damp and rotting wood. The cold moonlight shining through the broken windows could not make the room any brighter.

He took Qing Huan's slender waist in his arms, smiled and asked, "Which room? Master will accompany you to rest."

Qinghuan's bright eyes trembled and she was speechless for a moment.

It seemed as if he was still thinking about the time more than ten years ago when he washed clothes and practiced martial arts here.

If only I had my master by my side, if only I had my master watching over me in the cold night...

"Originally in this room, then moved to the one outside the young lady's room."

Kaka.

The door latch of the cabin fell down with a sound.

The stale bedding was scattered on the ground, and the wooden couch and table were full of holes.

Even on a cold, snowy night, the smell was overwhelming.

Zhao Qing pulled Qinghuan's arm and stepped into the wooden house, then turned around and closed the wooden door, and casually folded down the door of the wooden cabinet and covered the broken window with it.

He chuckled at Qing Huan and ordered, "Clean it up."

Qinghuan smelled the unpleasant smell here and fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, she gently leaned over to pick up the mess on the floor and whispered, "I don't know whose junk has been left here for too long. It was quite clean when Qinghuan lived here."

She wasn't afraid that her master would dislike her for being dirty...

But she was afraid that her master would feel sorry for the hardships she had gone through in the past.

Zhao Qing lit a small candle and placed it on the long table. He sighed and smiled softly, "We Qinghuan naturally kept it clean when we lived here. Otherwise, the young lady wouldn't want to order us around."

Qinghuan smiled without saying a word.

She moistened the towel, wiped the table and the floor carefully, and then applied some lemon water... but it still couldn't hide the stale smell in the room.

Zhao Qing searched his storage ring, took out all the cosmetics left in his hands by his aunt and Shuyue, and placed them neatly on the wooden table.

A jade mirror reflects the flickering candlelight.

Rouge, powder, eyebrow pencil, eyebrow liner, perfumed dew and small comb... are all neatly arranged.

His eyes swept across Qinghuan who was spreading the quilt, and he stood still and stared at her for a long time, but he always felt like something was missing.

The divine consciousness began to wander in the spiritual ring...

Zhao Qing took out a top-grade spear from Longyuan and placed it against the head of the bed.

Now when I look at it again, it looks much better to me.

He chuckled and said, "Rest early. You still have martial arts practice tomorrow morning. The master will accompany you to wash clothes and have dinner. I wonder if there will be green sunflower in tomorrow's meal."

Hearing this, Qing Huan felt his mind stagnate, as if he had really returned to the past.

There was a glint in her eyes, but after hesitating, she smiled softly and said, "Tomorrow morning I have to go to Heyang Mountain to deliver the scriptures, and then I will go to Jiuhua Blood God Peak to discuss matters..."

"Didn't the master promise me that I would arrange this trip?"

The night is silent and the moon is cold like frost.

The candlelight flickered.

After Qing Huan helped her master undress, she lightly took off her plain skirt and water belt, wearing only a thin little dress, and knelt on the ground, pressing her cheek into her master's warm palm...

In other words, Zhao Qing was unwilling to break this tranquility, otherwise he would have started cursing.

Is this little hoof really sick?!

He lifted Qing Huan's smiling face and said, "This quilt is the one from the small house in Shangchu, right? It's still very soft... Come on and warm it up."

"The slave will warm the master's body."

Qinghuan smiled and whispered, took off her own clothes, exposed her graceful and plump body, and hid in her master's arms.

The slender waist beside her arms was exquisitely proportioned, and the jade bowl in her palm seemed even fuller. Qinghuan's body was surprisingly warm today.

Zhao Qing hugged the delicate body tightly in his arms, with his chin resting on Qinghuan's beautiful forehead, feeling as if he was holding a stove in his arms.

He gently brushed the black hair in front of his eyes and warned, "Don't talk about life and death in the future. It's unlucky."

Qinghuan felt the embrace of her master with her body stretched out, tears welling up in her closed eyes.

In the wooden house where I lived in poverty...

The master accompanied me to rest again...

She crawled out from under the quilt, and with tears in her eyes she looked at her master in the dim candlelight.

But he no longer had the crazy look of crying and laughing as before.

On a cold night eighteen years ago, when she first arrived here, she spent the whole night alone leaning against the wall of this wooden house.

At that time, my sister's beatings and scoldings were merciless...

The brothel owner smiled brightly. There must have been a lot of merchants at the coming-of-age ceremony, and she almost had to sell her body...

She went to the martial arts hall and was accepted by Liu Lao, but most of the people there were men, and the young lady didn't like her background, and even humiliated and abused her...

Even the men and women in the museum started to make fun of her...

How nice it would be if I had my master by my side then...

"Why are you crying again?"

Zhao Qing wiped away the tears of the beautiful girl in his arms, placed his forehead against hers and soothed her softly.

Qinghuan was like a child who had received honey, and her tears flowed silently even more violently.

She bit her lip and trembled, wanting to speak but not knowing where to start.

The only thing she could think of was life and death, but her master wouldn't let her mention it...

"Tell me if you have any grievances. The master will bear it with you." Zhao Qing gently kissed the woman's tearful eyes. At this moment, when he looked at Qinghuan again... she no longer had that deliberately provocative look on her face.

Qinghuan never mentioned the bitter cold of those years, as her sister suffered even more than her.

"Qing Huan doesn't want to be a wife, she only wants to be a slave for her master, and she doesn't want her master to feel sorry for her."

Zhao Qing rubbed the moist face in front of him and chuckled, "Then why do you still call me husband?"

Qinghuan was speechless again.

The candlelight flickers, and the eyes reflect each other.

After a while, Qinghuan finally calmed down her turbulent emotions.

Nestling in her master's arms, she whispered, "Those noble fairies outside of Longyuan cannot compare to Qinghuan."

"But I have never felt that you, Gu Qinghuan, are in any way lowly." Zhao Qing also closed his eyes and muttered.

"Qing Huan has never felt that she is lowly, but..."

"I just want to look like that in front of my master..."

Zhao Qing held Qing Huan's cheek with his warm hands: "Why is this?"

Qinghuan's eyes were dim, and she stared blankly at the chaotic candlelight.

"Qing Huan is different."

"Qing Huan cannot compare to Shu Yue. She has never had too many private pasts with the Master, nor has she ever accompanied the Master through those tormented years..."

"Qinghuan can't compare to Xiaoyi. Back then, we never had any mutual affection, nor did we exchange many sweet words..."

"I can't compare to Si He. I can't give Master much help, nor can I accompany Master to talk to him at any time..."

"Ning'er is even more incomparable. She accompanies her master everywhere, and they travel hand in hand, just like a true partner seeking the truth..."

Zhao Qing laughed in surprise and said, "You have also accompanied me through life and death. In order to save me, you were left with only a broken body. You walked all the way from the Dan Hall to where you are now walking around the world..."

"Why can't I beat them?!"

The woman's eyes rippled slightly, and she shook her head and said softly, "It's not like that."

“Pure joy is a gift.”

"It was a gift given to the master by the Dan Hall when he entered the Dan Hall to practice."

"The master chose Qinghuan, and Qinghuan became the master's slave."

Staring at Qing Huan's tearful eyes, Zhao Qing didn't hear her words at all. He just felt distressed and a little lonely: "So what?"

Qing Huan whispered softly, "Qing Huan often wonders what would have happened if the person she had met back then hadn't been Zhao Qing?"

"What will happen if another alchemist takes a fancy to my body?"

"If I become like Yihan..."

Her eyes were fiery and unyielding as she whispered to her master, "Even if Qing Huan talks about a thousand things, it can't change the way we first met."

"Qing Huan and the Master have never met before. They just made a bet... that the Master will not give up Qing Huan."

Gu Qinghuan looked at her master, her red eyes showing joy again, appearing miserable yet charming.

She said with a cheerful smile, "Si He once asked me why I was so devoted to my master, willing to sacrifice my soul and life for him..."

Zhao Qingcai didn't care about the old things Qinghuan mentioned. He smiled and asked Qinghuan, "Why?"

The woman's smile is as beautiful as a flower.

"Qing Huan has a thorn in her heart. Qing Huan's encounter with her master is not much different from that of a geisha chosen by anyone."

"Later, Qing Huan loved her husband deeply. Whenever she thought about these things, she felt extremely regretful, but she was powerless to change."

"It can only be proved by life and death."

"If my husband wants Qing Huan's bones, Qing Huan will cut off her flesh and offer her the bones. If my husband wants Qing Huan's soul, Qing Huan will sacrifice her life and offer her the soul..."

"Let my husband know that Qinghuan truly loves you..."

Zhao Qing was silent for a long time, then stroked Qing Huan's hair and whispered, "Then you should live well, practice well, and accompany me through life and death."

"When the day comes that I really die, you, Gu Qinghuan, must die for me."

Qing Huan's eyes trembled. She stretched out her jade fingers and gently pressed her master's lips. She smiled and whispered, "Husband, please don't talk about life and death. It's unlucky..."