Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Nearing evening, Zhao Qing had already accompanied his wife to buy all the makeup powders they had planned.

Including the gold and silver, it cost less than five spirit stones.

He also planned to buy a bracelet for his wife, but was stopped by his wife.

"The silver bracelet Shuyue is wearing now is quite good."

"Hmm...how about this? Wait until the day of Frost's Descent and then my husband can buy it for me?"

Zhao Qing chuckled and nodded.

I didn't think carefully about Shuyue's little thoughts and just did what she wanted.

The two of them walked to Huima Lane in Beifang and stopped for a moment, but they only stood at the entrance of the lane and took a deep look.

That somewhat small house might already be occupied by other wandering cultivators...

Shuyue followed Zhao Qing, muttering to herself as she walked.

"My husband likes to eat venison. You can buy some to take home. The kitchen is out of venison recently."

"The purple rolls at home are almost used up. I need to make egg soup later, so I can buy some more."

"My husband has too few clothes to change into. Shuyue will help you choose some."

"Zhao Qing! Look at this!"

Zhao Qing, who was thinking about something, came back to his senses instantly and looked carefully at the light blue robe in front of his wife.

There are not too many embellishments on it, but it matches Shuyue very well. Even before she puts it on, she can feel its gentleness and softness.

"You can't wear this in winter. It will be cold."

Zhao Qing said so, and then paid the bill and bought two water robes.

"Take it home and wear it next spring."

The two of them continued strolling around Beifang until it was completely dark, but they still couldn't enjoy themselves.

Returning to Beifang, if you stay there for a while longer, you will be able to appreciate the profoundness of the land of Beifang and the colorful shops of Beifang.

Firewood, rice, oil, salt, tea, clothes, powder, umbrella, mat bed, chairs, cabinets...

This is the gathering place for low-level independent cultivators, but every time Zhao Qing stands on this street, he always feels more at ease.

Until the last trace of red glow in the sky faded, a biting cold wind blew from the mountains.

Wang Shuyue finished cutting the last piece of silk.

The two of them reluctantly went to Danxia Sect.

"We can make two new dresses with this piece of satin. We can wear them after the New Year, but we can't wear them outside. We can just wear them in the bedroom."

Zhao Qing reached out and rubbed the back of his wife's head, ruffling her neat hair, and held her in his arms and played with her.

"If you haven't had enough shopping, I will take you out every month from now on."

Wang Shuyue broke free from his big hand, pretended to be angry, and tidied her hair.

But when she met Zhao Qing's eyes, she smiled again: "Enough shopping! Are you hungry, husband? Shuyue will cook dinner when she gets home."

……

Midnight.

The formation of the Dingzimohao Courtyard was activated, and the fire in the quiet room flickered, reflecting Wang Shuyue's exquisite profile.

She carefully tapped the pills in her storage ring, then said, "I already have one hundred and sixty precious flowers."

Zhao Qing nodded slightly.

He continued to open the furnace and said, "Take another thirty portions of the elixir ingredients. If you are tired, go and rest first."

The wife shook her head slightly.

She lay on the table, mixing the various herbs she had ground according to their proportions, and carefully placed them next to her husband's hands...

The autumn night was silent, and the light and shadows in the courtyard swayed with the fire.

An hour later.

When the last bit of spiritual energy in Zhao Qing's body was about to be exhausted, he controlled the medicinal liquid to condense into a pill and then took it out of the furnace.

[Gained Baohuayulu Pill Proficiency: 5]

[Baohuayulu Pill Mastery: Mastery and Perfection (83/1000)]

After his spiritual consciousness entered the Mingtang, he was able to more easily control the differentiation of the medicinal liquid in the alchemy furnace, allowing each to form pills without damaging the medicinal properties.

Although it is still quite difficult to refine five Spirit-Refining Pills in one furnace.

But refining the precious flower is a piece of cake and can be done easily.

Zhao Qing held the freshly-baked pill in his hand and examined it carefully.

There were no so-called Danwen formed. The Baohua Yulu Pill was still too basic...

He stared at the pill in front of him and thought that his precious flower was more effective than ordinary medicines.

It is placed in the Blood Robe Building and sold for twelve spirit stones.

But in the Purple Pill Pavilion... I was only given five spirit stones, and the Pill Pavilion itself could take six or seven, so it was no longer a fifty-fifty split.

He pondered for a moment, then shook his head gently to clear his mind of distracting thoughts.

When the time comes, just give the 720 pills to Xie Yihan.

You should take as much as others give you.

Enjoy your salary and be loyal to your job.

You can't always hold on to the small profits in front of you and be too greedy.

I can earn more, and Dan Pavilion can earn more too...that's great.

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The sun and the moon passed by the window, and in the blink of an eye, five days had passed.

That night, Zhao Qing was alone in a quiet room, putting away the pills he had prepared.

The spiritual energy has been exhausted, it's time to rest.

He got up and went to the yard, where a biting cold wind blew in his face.

There were pieces of sparkling crystals floating in the sky.

Zhao Qing raised his palm and watched the crystal melt at his fingertips...

Snowing.

Even before winter comes, the wind and snow have already reached Danxia.

He gently rubbed it with his fingertips, flicking off the melted snow.

Then he pushed open the door of the east wing.

My wife was sleeping soundly under the quilt, with the quilt completely covering her body.

Only two eyebrows, whose dark color had faded, remained visible.

Zhao Qing turned around, closed the door, and closed the window.

The bedroom finally became a little quieter.

Occasionally, one can hear Shuyue's faint breathing, interwoven with the faint sound of the wind outside the window, like the gentle flow of a stream, composing the years of peace.

He took out the heater he had bought the day before, lit it, and placed it next to the bed.

Then he stood aside and looked at his wife quietly.

Shuyue has lost the youthfulness she had when we first met, but her occasional anger and laughter still make her look like an unmarried girl.

The lovely wife in front of me wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, her closed eyes trembled slightly, and then she turned over and curled up on her side.

Zhao Qing sighed slightly.

Shuyue has been staying up late with him to make pills these days, so she must be a little tired.

Not to mention that he got up early the next day and called me after cooking.

He smiled and shook his head, then went forward to tuck in the quilt.

I didn't lie down again, so as not to disturb my wife's sweet dream, and it was almost dawn...

It is still snowing outside and Shuyue is afraid of the cold, so she will bring food from the kitchen these days.

Zhao Qing's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the snowflakes faintly rippling outside the window.

Then he took a heater and a paper umbrella from the cellar and gently pushed open the door of the east wing.

The hour of Chou is about to end.

The entire kitchen was engulfed in wind and snow, and the wisps of smoke rising in the distance were torn apart by the strong wind.

Zhao Qing walked out of the yard holding an umbrella.

"The kitchen should already be lighting the fire..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and walked towards the Dan Hall in the night.

"I haven't been to the alchemy room for seven or eight days. I don't know if she's still there."

……

After three incense sticks.

A thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground, and the corners of the corridors in the Dan Hall were also slightly white.

Zhao Qing walked over in the wind and snow and knocked on the door of the Eighty Dan Room.

Soon, a faint sound was heard in the room.

The howling wind in his ears made it difficult to hear clearly, so Zhao Qing could only say, "It's me."

The next moment, the restriction on the alchemy room was closed and the door opened.

A woman wearing only a thin undergarment appeared before him.

Gu Qinghuan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she felt a little sore at the corners of her eyes as she looked at the man holding an umbrella in front of her.

She pursed her pink lips and a smile blossomed in her eyes.

"Owner."

"It's cold outside, come in."

Zhao Qing looked at the short hair behind the shoulders of the woman in front of him, and his eyes froze.

He walked into the room and scanned the furnishings.

Fire flickered on the altar, and next to it stood a bathtub with scattered flower petals floating in it.

The bedding on the bed was a little messy, indicating that Gu Qinghuan had just fallen asleep.

The objects on the table remain the same.

There was just an extra ink pen leaning against the wall, which he had taken from Sun Qian.

Then there was an extra porridge bucket under the window.

Zhao Qing felt that the person looked familiar, and after careful recollection, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Life in the straw workshop was indeed much better than in the kitchen, and each disciple was even provided with a porridge bucket.

The woman stood beside the bed, her eyes as clear as water.

Zhao Qing looked at her and carefully examined her slightly uneven short hair.

Pointing to the empty stone basin, he smiled and said, "Where's the Zhicao?"

Gu Qinghuan opened her pink lips and said, "The grass isn't growing well. Qinghuan plans to grow a new one."