Beauty helps me achieve immortality

She bent forward, took the paper umbrella from Zhao Qing's hand, folded it and placed it aside.

Then she raised her slender hand and helped the person in front of her take off his clothes.

"It's still dark, Master, take a rest. Qing Huan will give you a shoulder massage."

Zhao Qing's gaze lingered on the woman's snow-white neck, and he nodded and got on the bed.

Gu Qinghuan knelt on one side and gently rubbed his shoulders with her cold and slender hands.

"Just fell asleep?"

"I haven't fallen asleep yet."

Zhao Qing nodded, his hands touched the warm quilt, and his eyes stayed on the woman's eyes.

"How's your Qi Condensation Pill research going these days?"

Gu Qinghuan pursed her lips, smiled and shook her head.

"Qing Huan hasn't studied yet, and I've been thinking about something these past few days."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Qing leaned lightly on the woman's hand. Although it was cold, it was as soft as boneless.

The woman's eyes moved slightly, and she raised her other hand to gently comb the hair by her ear.

"Qing Huan does not agree with the Master's remarks about the shackles."

Zhao Qing glanced sideways, waiting for what was to come.

Gu Qinghuan's breath was as sweet as orchid and she spoke softly.

"Qing Huan feels that the people in this world are nothing but grass that can be trampled upon by anyone."

"All our lives are in chains."

Zhao Qing asked in confusion: "Why do you say that?"

“All people in the world suffer, just like the woodcutter who makes a living by collecting firewood. The mountain is his yoke.”

"A fisherman fishes and makes his living from the water; the river and the reeds hold him captive for life."

“A farmer’s livelihood depends on his fields, and his land is his lock.”

“Merchants live by wealth and are locked up by wealth.”

Gu Qinghuan breathed gently, with light flowing in her eyes.

“Even the abbot of the ancient temple cannot escape the shackles of Buddhism.”

She took out Zhao Qing's identity card from the spirit ring.

"Qing Huan has entrusted her life to her master, so she should consider her master as her bondage. Why can't she be a slave to others' control?"

"The master said he also has shackles, so you might as well look at them."

Zhao Qing's eyes moved slightly, and his thoughts drifted.

Why not look straight ahead?

The panel in front of him slowly emerged. Zhao Qing turned his head to look at the beautiful face beside him, and a raging fire ignited in his dantian.

“How do I look straight ahead?”

Gu Qinghuan stretched out her slender legs and changed her sitting position.

He looked directly at Zhao Qing and said, "My master asked me if I would be the same if I met other brothers."

"Qing Huan won't."

She then added, "If it were Qing Huan now, I would never sacrifice myself to depend on others."

"but……"

"Qing Huan has now arrived at the master's bedside. There is no point in saying those things, and Qing Huan does not ask the master to believe it."

"My master asked me how I could look straight into the shackles..."

"The past is irreversible, the future is unknown, I only know pure joy and no regrets at this moment."

Zhao Qing was shocked.

The past is irreversible, the future is unknown...

He stared at the panel in front of him, lost in thought.

Before I knew it, the slight worry that had been buried during the Ghost Festival had disappeared without a trace.

"Go put out the candle."

Gu Qinghuan pursed her lips and shook her head slightly: "No."

She raised her slender hand and combed her hair behind her ear.

The slender legs are folded and kneeling...

As she leans forward slightly, her beautiful figure rises and falls, with curves that are perfect to the extreme.

She held the man's arms in front of her with both hands and let Zhao Qing hold her slender neck.

Gu Qinghuan's gentle face gradually turned red, and there seemed to be rippling water in her eyes.

She raised her delicate jaw with difficulty and looked at the person in front of her.

next moment.

The woman's eyebrows suddenly frowned, but her eyes were still full of smiles.

Burning pain spread throughout her body, and she whispered softly: "Qing Huan will be a slave to the master's control for the rest of her life..."

The candlelight on the altar flickered.

The light from the house shines through the gauze curtain that has never been closed and falls on the wind and snow outside the altar.

In the winding corridor of Dantang, the wind was whistling and the snow was flying like cotton wool.

Half an hour later, the wind and snow became stronger, and hair was flying.

In the huge square of Dan Hall, you can vaguely see the graceful shadows left by the candlelight.

However, there was no one else in the Dan Hall on the snowy night.

……

The candlelight in the room gradually went out.

As the hour of Mao approached, the door of the Eighty Dan Room opened.

Gu Qinghuan's face was slightly red. She was wearing a spotless plain dress and holding an umbrella for Zhao Qing.

The two of them set out together into the snowy night, braving the howling wind, to head to the kitchen for dinner.

The woman walked lightly with lotus steps, her black hair ruffled by the wind and snow.

Tears flashed in her eyes and she suddenly turned around to face Zhao Qing.

When their eyes met, the wind and snow seemed to stop for a moment.

But the next moment, Gu Qinghuan threw the paper umbrella in his hand into the wind... The light paper umbrella was blown up by the strong wind and disappeared at the end of the snowy night.

Zhao Qing looked at the tearful eyes in front of him and was surprised to find that Gu Qinghuan was a little different.

She is smiling.

The heavy snow fell on the shoulders and hair of the two people, and was blown away by the strong wind.

But there was also a moment when it seemed as if one could glimpse the white hair in the wind and snow.

Zhao Qing's eyes moved slightly, and he reached out to gently caress the beautiful face in front of him.

He opened his mouth but didn't say the words that would ruin the mood—that's the umbrella my wife bought me! You...

"You wouldn't have made decisions on your own before."

Gu Qinghuan's beautiful eyes flushed red: "Qinghuan, this is only once in my life, it is enough."

Zhao Qing smiled and shook his head slowly.

"No, this is fine."

The woman tensed her body, like a wax figure in the snow.

"Call me Senior Brother."

"Owner."

"Call me Zhao Qing."

"Owner."

He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Let's go and eat."

Gu Qinghuan stood still, the corners of his lips trembling: "Master... can you hug Qinghuan for a moment?"

Zhao Qing was startled, and a sour feeling rose in his nose.

He suddenly turned around and held the delicate body in his arms.

It seemed like... he had never really hugged Gu Qinghuan before. This was the first time.

The woman rested her pretty face on Zhao Qing's shoulder, raised her arms tremblingly, and wrapped them around him tightly.

It seems like all the snow and wind has been gathered in the sky.

Zhao Qing stared at the night sky with his eyes fixed.

In the wind and snow, the moon is still bright, and among the stars in the sky, seventeen stars are shining brightly.

It is like seventeen bright eyes, watching all the stories in the world.

at the same time……

Danxia City, Blood-stained Tower.

On the vermilion dome, a woman in gauze clothes lay on the eaves, gazing at the stars in the sky.

The spiritual energy around him rippled and spread out, and the snowflakes evaporated and disappeared as they approached him.

But the wind... can still ravage her black hair.

Zhou Xiaoyi raised her arm slightly and placed her slender hand lazily on her dark eyebrows.

Looking through the fingertips, I look up at the gradually dimming starry night.

The slender fingers seemed to touch a star in the night sky.

The woman's eyes were lost in thought.

Nearly.

Nearly.

The star is at your fingertips...

At this moment, a paper umbrella that came from nowhere blocked her eyes, blocking out the bright starry night.

The next moment, the sky was bright and the starry night disappeared without a trace.

……

Danxia Sect, kitchen.

A man and a woman strolled here, from the snowy night to the dawn.

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P.S.: The previous version can't be posted, but everyone should have seen it. This version does not affect the plot.