Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Gu Qinghuan stood quietly beside the alchemy platform and watched Zhao Qing leave.

Her eyes were empty, and she was in a daze for who knows how long before she slowly raised her arms that were hanging by her side.

However, the remaining warmth on the fingertips has dissipated.

The woman's beautiful eyes were slightly closed, a string of crystal water droplets hung under her chin, flowing along her slender neck into the collar of her skirt.

She walked slowly to the table and held the marrow cleansing pill in her palm.

His eyes lingered on the straw paper covered with ink for a moment, and a teardrop fell, staining the ink.

The Luan scissors used to trim the medicinal materials on the alchemy table were grasped by a slender hand, and three thousand black hairs were cut off at the shoulders and fell into the blazing fire.

The spiritual plant under the window sash also had its roots cut off by the sharp Luan blade.

Gu Qinghuan put down the Luan shears, took lotus steps, walked out of the alchemy room and left the alchemy hall.

Behind her, the ink on the desk was smudged, and wrinkles appeared on the straw paper...

Dancaofang.

The fifty-year-old courtyard is Bing.

A beautiful and elegant woman walked here, her figure graceful and her eyes full of smiles.

But the uneven hair seems out of tune with her temperament.

"Senior Sister Gu!"

A young voice came from the yard, and a petite figure quickly ran out of the yard.

Gu Qinghuan looked back, with excitement in her eyes.

She squatted down with her graceful body and held the little girl in her arms, her skirt fluttering and getting a little dusty.

The little girl had a childish face, a thin body, and a small cloth bag on her waist.

"Senior Sister Gu, where did you go yesterday? Qingying went looking for you at night but couldn't find you."

Gu Qinghuan held the girl's red, frozen ears with both hands and said with a smile, "Qingqing, what did you ask me for?"

The girl who called herself Qingying whispered, "The senior sisters in the courtyard went out again last night, and Qingqing was a little scared."

The woman's eyes moved slightly, and she reached out to touch his weak shoulder.

"The senior sisters have things to do tonight, so you can go to bed early."

"Okay..." The girl felt the soft body of her senior sister and smiled: "Senior sister, you cut your hair! I wonder which senior brother has won the favor of your senior sister?"

Gu Qinghuan's eyes were filled with tenderness, and she did not answer.

She twisted a strand of hair around her fingertips and asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"

The little girl looked at her senior sister carefully, her nose wrinkled slightly: "Not as pretty as before."

Gu Qinghuan frowned and pinched the girl's face in feigned anger: "You are the only one who looks good!"

"Beautiful~ Senior Sister, beautiful! Qingqing doesn't dare anymore!"

After the two of them played around for a while, Gu Qinghuan tidied up her hair.

Then he took out the marrow cleansing pill and stuffed it into the girl's little hand.

"You haven't been able to condense your Qi yet. Perhaps it's related to your bones. Qingqing, eat this... and take care of yourself from now on."

Qingying looked at the pill in her hand, her clear eyes stagnated: "Senior Sister, are you going to leave the Dancao Workshop?"

She pouted her lips slightly, raised her tender face, and took out the porridge bucket from the cloth bag.

"Senior Sister made the porridge bucket for Qingqing..."

"Please take it with you, Senior Sister. Qingqing won't be able to bring food to you anymore."

Gu Qinghuan looked down at the porridge bucket and reached out to take it.

Then he smoothed the cloth bag around the girl's waist.

She smiled and said, "You should practice well."

"No...staying up late."

……

three days later.

Zaofang, the last name of the courtyard is D.

Zhao Qing sat cross-legged in meditation at the center of the spirit gathering array in the cellar.

The book in front of him was illuminated by the firelight, and the pages trembled slightly.

"Refine the three spiritual orifices on the dragon's spine, facing the jade pillow."

"Between the eyebrows, one inch further back is the Mingtang, two inches further back is the Dongfang, and three inches further back is the Niwan."

Zhao Qing looked inward and took the Soul-Refining Pill again.

The dots of light on the jade pillow floated away like flying butterflies, converging towards the center of the eyebrows.

Gradually, he felt the pulse of the earth and the speed of spiritual energy.

I felt the wind pouring in from the pores and the fire rising from the candle wick.

More and more spiritual light gathered at the center of the eyebrows...

Half an hour later.

Zhao Qing suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

It felt like a huge bell was vibrating in my mind.

The Mingtang appears and the spirit is about to be born.

He slowly relaxed his mind and carefully felt the changes deep between his eyebrows.

The jade chamber of the brain, the jade room of the soul, the home of the spirit, the source of the mountain.

This is...Mingtang!

The acupoint connecting the two ears is Mingtang in front, Yuzhen in the back, Huagai above, Jianggong below, and Beiji Taiyuan. It is the room where the spirit resides.

Zhao Qing frowned, and for the first time understood what it meant to refine Qi and what it meant to refine the spirit.

At the same time, he also vaguely sensed how to enter the foundation-building stage.

clang!

There was a faint sound, like the ringing of a bell.

The next moment, Zhao Qing slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at the dome... strands of spiritual power floated out.

The piece of stone does not change with the sound of bells and chimes, its bright light shines on Yuelian!

When the spiritual consciousness enters the Mingtang, the seventh level of Qi training will come naturally.

"call……"

Zhao Qing let out a breath of foul air.

Looking inward again, I saw a halo of light rising and falling between my eyebrows, moving with my heart, as if I had an extra arm.

He controlled the outward release of his spiritual consciousness and his mind moved.

The book in front of me slowly turns pages.

The mind moves again.

The candle on the wall suddenly went out.

As his mind was in turmoil, his gaze seemed to penetrate the mud.

I could vaguely see the scene in the courtyard.

Dead leaves rot in the soil, and charcoal is hidden deep under the stove.

Frost crystals melt in the early sun, and water vapor rises from the raging fire.

The spiritual consciousness penetrated the east wing.

A pretty girl is putting on makeup in front of the mirror, her dark eyebrows are outlined by the tip of the pen, and her autumn eyes are reflected in the mirror.

Zhao Qing slowly tried to touch his wife with his spiritual sense.

To no avail…

He then tried the next best thing and moved his wife's gouache.

Still no avail...

He was moved and a blessing came to his mind.

The art of communicating with the dead was suddenly used, and the scene in his mind became clearer.

The spiritual consciousness flowed towards the wing room like a stream.

"Clap!"

Wang Shuyue, who was painting her eyebrows, turned pale instantly. She stared blankly at the gouache that had fallen to the ground, and curled her delicate lips: "Husband!"

Zhao Qing: ...

It's over, I have to buy a new one.

"Husband!"

I heard my wife's voice calling me, and a faint light shone from the stone steps of the cellar.

Zhao Qing put away the spell in front of him and shot out a red streak, igniting the candle.

"I am here!"

Wang Shuyue turned pale and threw herself into her husband's arms.

"There seems to be something...unclean in the house."

Zhao Qing frowned and held his wife horizontally in front of him: "Dirty things? Where is it?"

"There is!"

"My makeup powder fell to the ground by itself. The windows were closed, and there wasn't much wind today... It was makeup powder, very heavy."

The woman hugged her husband's shoulders tightly and whispered quickly.

Zhao Qing lowered his head and looked into his wife's eyes.

"..."

Are you really scared?

But you are a cultivator, with thunder spiritual roots!

Are those who play with thunder afraid of unclean things?

He shook his head gently: "Don't be afraid, your husband will stay with you."

The two of them came out of the cellar together, and Zhao Qing opened the window to breathe in fresh air.

Wang Shuyue squatted down and carefully gathered her makeup powder.

The aggrieved voice was no longer as clear as before: "Shuyue's makeup powder is dirty..."

Zhao Qing waved his hand.

"I will take you to buy new ones tomorrow!"

Wang Shuyue squatted on the ground, her eyes sparkling with tears.

"My eyebrow pencil just broke..."

Zhao Qing frowned. Am I to take the blame for this?

He was about to speak when his wife continued.

"The powder has been spilled, the rouge is almost gone, and Shuyue hasn't put on her flower ornaments yet. I think Junior Sister Liu has a box of forehead makeup..."

???

"Shuangjiang has to meet friends! Shuyue wants to buy a lip balm."

"There's no need for fragrant dew, Shuyue can mix it herself."

Zhao Qing opened his mouth, and a thousand words came together: "Okay."

Wang Shuyue stood up and hugged her husband from behind: "Did you make a breakthrough, husband?"

Zhao Qing: “…”

"Husband, please draw Shuyue's eyebrows. Come and sit down!"

"it is good."

"Husband."

"Ok?"

"I heard that monks all use snail enamel, not this kind of black enamel. Can Shuyue go and take a look tomorrow?"