Beauty helps me achieve immortality

【Gu Qinghuan】

【Bond: Respect each other like guests】

[Wood Spirit Root: Low Grade (42/1000)]

[Water Spirit Root: Low Grade (30/1000)]

[Fire Spiritual Root: Low Grade (30/1000)]

Zhao Qing stopped scanning the panel in front of him and turned to look at the woman sitting opposite him.

Gu Qinghuan had slender fingers and she lowered her head to eat the food in small bites, holding the bamboo chopsticks.

At this moment, she noticed the gaze in front of her and raised her head gently: "Master, try this."

Zhao Qing didn't say anything and looked at him again.

The woman slowly put down the bamboo chopsticks in her hand, and looked at Zhao Qing quietly with her beautiful eyes: "Master, do you like to see Qing Huan?"

There were many male and female servants eating nearby, and they vaguely heard the words coming from this side...

Their eyes swept over the graceful figure, and even the female cultivators felt their hearts and minds fluttering.

And some... shame.

Owner!

Such words were actually spoken in public...

Zhao Qing looked at the gentle face in front of him. After the blush faded, Gu Qinghuan's face looked a little pale, with a hint of sadness.

He nodded slightly. "It looks good."

Gu Qinghuan tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears, tilted her face slightly, and fully displayed her profile to the person in front of her.

Said: "Qinghuan is done eating."

Zhao Qing: ...

He continued to eat, and the woman in front of him quietly picked up food for him.

"Master, Qinghuan always came to the kitchen to get porridge before, but this is the first time she stayed to eat."

"Master, these sunflowers are delicious."

"Owner……"

Zhao Qing noticed the gazes of the surrounding servants and lowered his head silently.

Even he himself felt a little uncomfortable.

The sound of "Master" is so crisp that it penetrates into the bones. The secret words in the room cannot be brought out and repeated over and over again, right?

But these words seemed dull to Gu Qinghuan.

As if it was a matter of course, just like calling him "senior brother".

He couldn't help but think of Gu Qinghuan's insights in the alchemy room.

This woman is really a bit unique...

【Gu Qinghuan】

【Bond: Respect each other like guests】

His eyes once again scanned the so-called bond before him.

Treat each other with respect.

Her delicate figure and flushed cheeks appeared in my mind...

Zhao Qing slowly tightened his grip on the bamboo chopsticks, just as he had just tightened his grip on her delicate jade feet.

That attitude of letting oneself do whatever one wants...

They treat each other with such respect!

After he had eaten his fill, he said to Gu Qinghuan, "Would you like to come home with me and sit for a while?"

A smile blossomed in the woman's eyes, but she shook her head slightly. "Qing Huan is self-aware. I haven't yet understood the insights written down by the master, nor have I refined the Qi Gathering Pill. I'd better refine the pill in the alchemy room first."

Zhao Qing nodded slowly: "It's the Dingzimo No. 1 courtyard of the kitchen. You can come anytime."

After a while.

Gu Qinghuan slowly stood up, took lotus steps, and left the kitchen.

Stepping into the snowy wind, her white skirt sleeves fluttered in the wind, as if she would fly away with the wind in the next moment.

It was not until this moment that some of the curious little innates suddenly realized.

That senior sister is an alchemist!

The Qi Gathering Pill I received might have been made by her...

When they looked around again, they found that the man she called master had also left the kitchen.

Only occasionally someone would whisper to each other.

"He's the senior from Dingziyuan."

"Brother Zhao, he's a very kind person. You newcomers may not understand."

"I also went to Senior Brother Zhao's wedding banquet."

"Brother Wang Teng is a close friend of his. Please don't gossip about him in the neighborhood."

"Come to think of it, Senior Brother Zhao has seldom come to the kitchen to eat lately."

……

At the same time, in Courtyard No. 3, Jiazi, near the kitchen.

Wang Teng silently withdrew his spiritual consciousness that was spreading out.

He stared blankly for a moment, thought for a moment, and then pushed open the door of the west wing.

A sweet fragrance wafts into the air.

He glanced at his sister who was dressing in front of the mirror.

"Jiaojiao."

Wang Jiao slowly turned around and whispered, "Brother."

Wang Teng walked to the bronze mirror and looked at the woman in the mirror silently.

After a long moment, he continued speaking.

"Jiaojiao, are you really in love with Qin Yong?"

The woman in front of the mirror was slightly stunned, not knowing why her brother brought up the past again.

The vague figure appeared in her mind.

Recalling the torture he had experienced in the alchemy room, his legs slowly closed.

"I have no idea."

Wang Teng reached out and stroked her hair, sighing slightly.

Then he took the wooden comb and carefully combed her hair.

"You insisted on going to Nanze before, but I didn't let you go."

"Have you thought about your future plans these days?"

Wang Jiao's eyes trembled slightly. Thinking of the past, she felt the wooden chair beneath her was a little wet: "I still want to go to Nanze."

One trip?

Wang Teng shook his head slightly.

"After arriving in Nanze, serve Qin Yong with peace of mind and don't disobey his wishes."

"He's almost at the foundation stage. If you can truly follow him down to earth, it wouldn't be ridiculous."

Wang Jiao looked at her brother combing her hair in the mirror, and her eyes slowly widened.

"elder brother?"

Wang Teng smiled and raised his hand to gently tidy up her hair.

"After the snow stops, let's go."

"Here are three hundred spirit stones. You are not allowed to rely too much on Qin Yong. Find a way to make a living for yourself."

"You can handle your affairs in the bedroom yourself, but you can't be so... unrestrained in your dealings with others."

Wang Teng put down the wooden comb in his hand, took off the storage ring on his hand, and pulled up his sister's slender finger to put it on.

He turned and walked to the door of the wing room, hesitated for a moment, and then walked out of the room.

He only left one sentence: "Go home early before the New Year."

Wang Jiao suddenly stood up and asked, "Didn't you say we should wait for that Zhao..."

Wang Teng turned his back and looked at the wind and snow in the yard.

He smiled bitterly and said, "I just learned a few days ago that Zhao Qing is not an alchemist. There is no need to wait for him."

"I was wrong before. I shouldn't have brought you to the kitchen. I have delayed you."

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Outside the Dan Hall, the wind and snow continued.

Gu Qinghuan walked lightly, with a beautiful light in her eyes.

Approaching the alchemy room, she opened the restriction and pushed the door open to enter.

Then he paused...

He slowly closed the door behind him.

She leaned quietly against the door, feeling that the scene in front of her was a little blurry.

The water in the bathtub was already cold, and the furnishings in the house remained the same.

The candle on the altar was a little shorter, that was all.

Before she knew it, the crystals in the corners of her eyes had turned into lines and rain.

The heater brought by the lover was placed beside the bed, but the house was still deserted.

She suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, a thousand times more than before.

Gu Qinghuan breathed slowly, looked down at the bronze mirror, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her slender fingers, and revealed a slightly stiff smile.

After three incense sticks.

The woman slowly put down the ink pen in her hand and stared blankly at the blurry straw paper in front of her, which was covered with tear marks and ink.

She gently raised her arm, stretched out her slender hand, grasped the straw paper, and threw it into the fire...

The next moment, she stood up and pushed the door open. The fire behind her mercilessly devoured the thoughts written by someone unknown.

Gu Qinghuan came to the outside of the Dan Hall, to the place where he had stopped early in the morning, and lowered his head to search carefully.

The next moment, two pairs of shallow footprints appeared in her sight, but they were mostly covered by the flying snow.

Like a child, she gently lifted her legs and stepped deeper.

The jade hand that had just grasped the straw paper slowly dripped ink, which spread in the snow and embellished this unusual late autumn.