Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Bitter Master...

The aunt's beautiful eyes fixed on Zeng Nianke's relaxed and natural smile, and then carefully examined the familiar yet unfamiliar tea waitress beside her...

She came to the southwest of Chu State from Changshengfang. While she was a disciple of Danxia and sought the elixir formula for her grandfather Zhou Yunfeng, she lived in a small pavilion in Xueyi Tower in search of the way to Yujing Xingque.

While Xueyi was staying there for a long time, he had many interactions with Miss Wan'er.

Although she was not her personal maid, she was occasionally ordered to go out shopping, or called to her side to deliver things. It was common for her to serve tea and water on weekdays.

It was Wan'er who first introduced me to Zhao Qing...

"Then I will be Master Kukou."

The aunt responded with a smile, and turned around to glare at Zhao Qing with a look of reproach.

She casually threw the handful of black pieces in her hand onto the chessboard, as a temporary surrender, waiting to resume the game another day.

"Okay, Mr. Zhou, please wait a moment."

Murong Wan'er immediately responded softly and began to boil water and prepare tea.

After Zeng Nianke's advice, she behaved very naturally, without any nervousness or fear.

Zeng Nianke's meaningful smile also flickered between Zhao Qing and his aunt.

"Senior Brother Liu and Senior Sister Bai are back, and Fairy Luo is still on the way."

"The Blood Clothes Building is too crowded. Shen Mo has already gone to Zixia Residence to host a banquet."

The so-called Zixia Residence was where Cheng Yue had gone into seclusion in the past. After Si You rebuilt it, he retained the quiet courtyard, and Liu Zijing would practice and rest there in his spare time.

Seeing his aunt resign, Zhao Qing stopped paying attention to the chess game.

He smiled at Nian Ke and said, "Sit here for a while. We'll go to Zixia Residence together later."

Zeng Nianke immediately smiled sweetly and sat cross-legged on the other side of the chess table, leaving the only empty seat for Murong Wan'er.

The aunt looked quietly at the three cups of tea prepared by the woman, and a look of joy unconsciously appeared between her eyebrows.

She casually took the teapot, made a cup of hot tea for Wan'er, put it down, and said with a chuckle, "Sit down and talk."

"How did you get to Siyou City?"

Murong Wan'er's eyes flickered, and she bowed respectfully, "Wan'er greets His Majesty."

After she was seated, she began to narrate softly, "Last spring, your Majesty's fame spread throughout the State of Chu. Naturally, Wan'er heard about it in Danxia as well."

"It just so happened that Dan County was renamed Siyou County, and Siyou City was going to be built on the mountain. The Blood Robe Tower originally in Danxia followed the Danxia Sect to move to Nanze..."

The aunt's eyes showed understanding: "So you stayed here, and later came to work at the Blood Clothes Building?"

"Wan'er is now a guest official of our Xueyi." Zeng Nianke added with a sweet smile.

Zhao Qing remained silent and smiled, silently sipping the slightly astringent and mellow tea.

In secret, he was intertwining and interweaving with his aunt's spiritual consciousness, rushing around recklessly in her Niwan Mingtang, regardless of whether Zeng Nianke could feel the intense fluctuations of spiritual consciousness.

The cold moonlight shines through the window.

The roots of my aunt's ears, hidden under her hair, had already turned red, but she still had to suppress her shame and anger and chat and laugh with the two girls as if nothing had happened...

Wan'er took over Zeng Nianke's joke and told the story slowly.

"When Wan'er reached the late stage of Qi training, she received some rewards from the clan and was able to provide some river ore rough stone to the business building every month as a guest official."

Xue Yi's guest status is very flexible. He can be a guest official if he provides elixirs and talismans, he can be a guest official if he provides formation plates and skills, he can be a guest official if he provides strange stones and mines... he can also be a guest official.

Wan'er has been working in the Blood Clothes Tower for a long time and knows all this very well.

Zhao Qing smiled into his aunt's beautiful eyes and added, "By the way, Wan'er is a descendant of the Murong clan in Jiangbei."

Wan'er immediately whispered, "It's just a side branch."

The aunt's heart was shaking and swaying. Although her heart was full of love, she also knew why Zhao Qing had called Wan'er here, and she couldn't help feeling a little sweet in her heart.

She lowered her head and sipped her tea, forcing herself to calm her turbulent heart. She chuckled and asked casually, "How long have you been at the eighth level of Qi training?"

"It's not even a year yet." Wan'er was also trying to calm her wavering heart and try not to look so nervous.

The guest official Zhou back then is now the empress of Chu!

Furthermore, there are rumors among the clan that the Chu Kingdom will establish an immortal dynasty, and the clan elders have gone to the Mobei Ice Valley to discuss the matter...

As for Zhao Keqing...looking at this scene, he is obviously even more extraordinary.

"Are you married?" asked the aunt again.

"A few years ago, the clan arranged a marriage for Wan'er, but due to a series of circumstances, she was never able to meet the man, and she has never been married to this day."

"Have you been in Danxia City all these years?"

"Your Majesty, Wan'er also occasionally returns to Jiangbei to spend the New Year."

"Just call me Zhou Keqing. If you're not used to it, just call me Xiaoyi."

"Guest Zhou."

My aunt's beautiful eyes flickered as she continued to ask, "This Si You is from our own sect, are you willing to come and help?"

"Wan'er is so happy that she's willing to do it."

Seeing that his aunt's speech became incoherent, Zhao Qing temporarily withdrew his consciousness to allow her to calm down a little.

He glanced at Wan'er and Nian Ke with a smile in his eyes.

He carefully considered his words and said softly, "We'll find some craftsmen to build Wan'er another residence on the mountainside. You can come back and forth together at your leisure."

Zeng Nian nodded jokingly and replied, "I just told Yihan about this matter. They should be preparing for it."

"Um……"

Zhao Qing leaned forward and pushed the teacups closer to the two of them, then smiled and whispered, "I won't hide it from you two."

"Wan'er and I have known each other for a long time, and she is also very close to Xiaoyi. I was able to meet Xiaoyi back then because Wan'er secretly told me the news."

"Nian Ke, when you were in Songshan, you were a frequent visitor to my home, and we've been together all the way until now—"

He bowed lightly and said with a smile, "I'm meeting you this time because I'd like to invite you two... to act as matchmakers for Zhao and Xiaoyi's wedding banquet."

!! ?

Zeng Nianke was stunned for a moment and was unable to react.

However, after a little thought, she accepted this identity calmly.

Murong Wan'er was extremely surprised and couldn't help but wonder... After all these years, Zhao Keqing and Zhou Keqing still haven't gotten married?

"Wan'er is honored!"

She smiled sweetly, "I'll offer tea instead of wine to congratulate the two of you on your marriage."

After saying this, Wan'er picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. She asked with a smile that was still unsatisfied, "I wonder when the wedding banquet will be held. Rong Wan'er, please make preparations in advance."

After hearing this, Zeng Nianke lowered her head and sipped her tea, knowing that it was still unclear when the wedding banquet would take place.

Having worked together for nearly ten years, she was very familiar with Zhao Qing's family affairs and knew that Xiaoyi's mother was still away from home...

Zhao Qing and his aunt smiled at each other, as if they were in sync with each other.

My aunt suggested softly, "Qiu?"

She first met Zhao Qing in the autumn of the Guimao year.

Wan'er's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she had also connected with the two people's hearts. She whispered softly, "When Fellow Daoist Zhao first became a guest official, it must have been late autumn."

My aunt may not remember when we first met.

But there was one person who knew everything clearly and understood all these old things.

Zhao Qing recalled what Ning Mei had just said and said with a smile, "July 14th."

He went to Xueyi Tower on July 14 of the year of Mao and became a guest of Xueyi, and then met his aunt for the first time.

On July 15th of the Year of the Rabbit, I went to Lu Niu County with Shu Yue, and met an immortal master from Huanyu Pavilion.

"July 14th..."

My aunt also recalled the old days, and those days were indeed right.

"Wan'er has made note of this. I will wait with the shopkeeper for good news from Fellow Daoist Zhao!"

Murong Wan'er no longer showed any sign of restraint when facing the three foundation-building cultivators. After all, these two... were indeed the ones she led and the ones she controlled.

It was she who introduced Zhou Keqing to Zhao Qing.

She was also the one who delivered the communication jade to Zhou Keqing.

In addition, there were many past events between the two of them, such as the Treasure Flower Pills that Zhao Keqing had just sent her, which she would then give to Zhou Keqing, who would then remind her to give the ingredients directly to Zhao Keqing...

Zhao Qing nodded with a smile, took out two jade bottles and handed them to Zeng Nianke: "Take Wan'er to the third floor, we will wait for you at Zixia Residence."

These two inherited essences and bloods are naturally used by the two matchmakers.

There is no need to introduce in detail the many secrets of Yujing, the practice methods of the Qinglong Blood Code, and the essence of nourishing qi and blood - Zeng Nianke, who followed Shen Mo, knows all of this very well.

Zeng Nianke's slender hand trembled as she took the inheritance, and she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears.

The inheritance of the Blood Robe!

Ticket to the 12th floor of Yujing!

The Chu State only produces one every three years, and the quota is shared among the three clans...

After using it, he will become a true Blood-Clothed Disciple, protected by the luck of the stars, just like Liu Zijing and Bai Wanqiu. It will be easy for him to step into the Golden Elixir realm in the future.

Even if you meet the leader of the Changsheng Sword Sect, you will still have the same status!

Wan'er obviously didn't know how precious this item was, but after taking it, she put it away carefully, thinking that her status in the Blood Clothes Shop had been improved and she could go to the third floor to stroll around.

Her eyes were filled with joy as she softly thanked him, "Thank you, Your Majesty, and thank you, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Qing and his aunt nodded with a smile, feeling that Wan'er was particularly close to them.

Zhao Keqing...

Zeng Nianke's smiling eyes swept across Wan'er's pretty face, and his heart was extremely complicated.

Perhaps Murong Wan'er would never have imagined that the thing that changed her life was that she had been a guest official in the business world in her early years and had introduced another guest official to her.

It won’t be long before this young female cultivator from the Murong clan suddenly realizes… what a great opportunity this is!

It is early spring now, and the Waking of Insects Feast will be held in a month.

The Blood Robe Walker came from Yongning, so the Jingzhe Banquet in Jiuhua would be unprecedentedly grand, even inviting all the Yujing monks in Yongning to gather at the Nine Peaks...

By then, Murong Wan'er will also be able to attend the banquet, and many immortal guests from Yongning will come to make repairs.

Even the entire Murong clan in Jiangbei will be in turmoil because of this!

Even Elder Murong Ming of the Changsheng Sword Sect had to be extremely respectful when meeting the Sect Leader, while the unknown juniors from the side branches of the clan had already become equals with Sect Leader Chen...

It seems strange and absurd just thinking about it. For Murong Wan'er, this is even more extraordinary than the opportunity in the story.

however--

What Zeng Nianke didn't expect was that she soon encountered something even more ridiculous.

When the two matchmakers were leaving, Zhao Qing seemed to have thought of something and suddenly called Wan'er.

He looked strange and asked in a puzzled voice, "Is there someone named Murong Fourteen in the Murong clan?"

Hearing this, my aunt suddenly laughed, pursed her red lips, turned her head and looked out the window, her beautiful eyes filled with a sweet smile.

Murong Shisi had heard from Zhao Qing that Murong Shisi was one of the opponents in the Changsheng Sword Sect's Blood Robe Assessment.

Wan'er paused, glanced back, and replied softly, "Yes."

"Murong Fourteen is Wan'er's uncle, but he is a direct descendant, so Wan'er rarely meets him."

Zhao Qing chuckled and said to himself, "Why is he called Fourteen?"

"Wan'er doesn't know..."

Zhao Qing pondered for a moment, then took out a Blood Robe inheritance and threw it to Zeng Nianke, chuckling, "After the Jingzhe Feast, give this red seal to Murong Shisi."

"I see he's familiar with the Situ brothers and sisters. It's a good thing the State of Chu will be more lively in the future."

Zeng Nianke's eyes were blank, and he tightly grasped the blood-stained robe inheritance in his hand, feeling as if he was dreaming.

"Red Seal...?"

My aunt supported her beautiful face with her delicate hands, leaned against the window and said with a smile, "Just now we were talking about our first meeting and the wedding banquet, both of which were on July 14th. He got pregnant by chance."

Zeng Nianke: ???

……

After the two left.

The aunt smiled and looked back: "Isn't that a bit of a waste?"

Zhao Qing stared at the unconcealable joy in his aunt's beautiful eyes and pretended to sigh softly, "It's indeed a waste."

"But why are you so happy?"

The aunt smiled coquettishly, then stepped lightly with her snow-white feet, as young and innocent as a young girl in her twenties. She bent down and stuck close to Zhao Qing with a smile, looking up at him.

The black hair sways slightly as the red gauze dances, the cold fragrance enters the soul and the moon is bright.

"I also think it's a waste, but I just can't suppress my joy~" The aunt's face was shy, and her beautiful eyes were wandering.

Zhao Qing stroked his slightly messy hair with a smile: "As long as you feel happy, it's not a waste."

The woman glared back, her face tense like Ning Mei's, pretending to be embarrassed and annoyed.

After laughing foolishly for a long time...

She whispered softly, "Zhao Qing?"

"Hmm?" Zhao Qing chuckled in doubt.

The cold and beautiful face in his arms blushed immensely, her beautiful eyes twinkling as he playfully asked, "Are you really going to marry me?"

?

Zhao Qing was stunned and scolded with a smile: "What are you talking about?"

"Did you ever think we would never get married?"

My aunt naturally didn’t think so.

The moonlight reflected in her open beautiful eyes. She bit her lips and smiled sweetly, "Just tell me if you really want to marry me."

Zhao Qing held her slender waist tightly and replied with a smile: "Of course."

"On July 14th, we will be together forever."

After receiving another response, the woman's eyes and eyebrows became even sweeter.

She raised her head high and looked at the man, her occasional shyness and mischievous behavior making her even more immature and naive than Ning'er.

"Ah!"

"How can a father marry his daughter in this world?!"

"That's true... But there shouldn't be any problem for the master to marry this little slave." Zhao Qing smiled and raised his hand to tease Xiaoyi's nose and red lips. The upside-down jade bowl in his arms was tight and plump, so he naturally wouldn't let it go.

Xiaoyi smiled frivolously and said, "If you don't want to be a slave, you must be a daughter."

She gently pulled the ribbon to remove the red veil, allowing Zhao Qing to tease Yingying Zhuyao...

Then he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "There's no such thing as that in the world. Xiaoyi doesn't care about the world."

Before I knew it, the moonlight turned into fragrant streams, dripping all over the ground.

……

at the same time.

In the deep mountains surrounded by dangerous rapids in the north of the river.

The entire Murong clan was brightly lit.

Murong Shisi brought dozens of his followers with him, drove two spirit boats, and embarked on an expedition.

His face seemed to be carved by a knife and axe, and his eyes were firm and resolute.

Amidst the silence that permeated the mountains, he took one last look back at his family and resolutely activated the spirit boat, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing at the end of the starry night.

The Chu Immortal Dynasty is about to begin, and the Changsheng Sword Sect is no longer prosperous. Grandpa Ming, who is the elder of the Changsheng Sword Sect, may find it difficult to protect the Murong clan in the future.

It was at this time that my ancestor went into seclusion to practice cultivation, ignoring worldly affairs.

As the Chu State faces a major change unseen in a century, what will the future hold for the Immortal Dynasty?

The current wait-and-see situation should be one where many parties work together with the same interests.

The legendary Blood God Peak would not deliberately target a small Murong clan.

But accidents happen, and even the neighborhood children know that you can't put all your eggs in one basket.

Under such circumstances, only he, the youngest son of the legitimate family, could step forward and shoulder the many uncertainties of the future.

Leading some direct relatives, they crossed 20,000 miles of yellow sand to go to the country to spread out their families!

The world is not as beautiful as it sounds, and accidents always happen, so complete preparation... is a must.