Beauty helps me achieve immortality

The next few days are busy.

In addition to refining Baohua Yulu Pills for Zidan Pavilion every day, Zhao Qing also has to take time to sharpen his spiritual sense.

When I have some free time, I also practice "Xiulua Sword" and teach Shuyue the sword techniques step by step.

More than ten days passed, and he had only been to Dantang three times.

Still hurried back...

A panel appeared before my eyes.

【Gu Qinghuan】

[Wood Spirit Root: Low Grade (102/1000)]

[Water Spirit Root: Low Grade (90/1000)]

[Fire Spiritual Root: Low Grade (90/1000)]

The woman's indifferent smile appeared in Zhao Qing's mind, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Although he said that if Gu Qinghuan was willing to follow him after she became proficient in alchemy, he would let Shuyue take her home.

But people are all made of flesh and blood, and the subtle relationships between men and women cannot be fully expressed by a simple phrase on the panel saying "treat each other with respect."

Besides, I have been very busy recently and have neglected Qinghuan a lot.

The girl was also a bit stubborn. She kept saying that her master was happy and asked her to come home if she had nothing to do, but she kept making excuses.

Zhao Qing sighed slightly. Qing Huan still had some inferiority complex in his bones...

……

This day was the day agreed upon to deliver the precious flowers to Zidan Pavilion.

The auction of Xueyilou also happens to be today.

Zhao Qing took out a separate storage ring and counted the pills inside.

Seven hundred and twenty, to be exact.

He called Shuyue again and took out the spiritual ring in the cellar, which contained one hundred and twenty precious flowers.

Zhao Qing held the two storage rings and calculated silently.

All one thousand ingredients for the elixir have been used up.

Seven hundred and two... one hundred and two.

There are 830 pills in my hand, plus the 40 I sold some time ago, and the 10 I gave to Le An.

A total of eight hundred and eighty precious flowers were refined.

Five pills in one furnace, with a success rate of nearly 90%, this is already exaggerated.

Comparable to many alchemists in the foundation-building stage.

After a moment's thought, Zhao Qing left the ring containing the 120 pills at home.

"Shuyue, don't worry if I come back too late today."

"There's no danger in the city, and I can communicate directly with Senior Brother Pei Jin."

The wife gently arranged his clothes and nodded, "Shuyue understands, husband, there is no need to explain."

She pondered for a moment, opened her mouth, and said hesitantly: "Husband, why don't you take Junior Sister Gu with you..."

"You've been a little too aggressive these past few days...you just slept with her and left her alone."

Zhao Qing smiled bitterly and nodded: "I have been very busy these days. That's what I meant. I might go to Dantang to see her off tonight."

It’s past mid-morning.

Zhao Qing walked into the Dan Hall in the chilly wind.

He stood outside Dan Room 80 and whispered, "Qing Huan."

The next moment, the door opened.

Gu Qinghuan walked into the cold wind with a smile and welcomed the man outside the door in.

"Master, why are you here so early today?"

Zhao Qing glanced across the room. The furnishings remained the same, with the lid of the alchemy furnace scattered to the side.

Gu Qinghuan should have been studying elixirs this morning.

The porridge bucket was placed on the table, with a plate of sunflower seeds next to it...

He raised his hand and gently combed the hair around Gu Qinghuan's ears, and said with a smile: "Haven't you eaten yet?"

The woman felt the warm breath beside her ears, and her heart was filled with warmth.

She shook her head lightly: "Qinghuan is done eating."

Gu Qinghuan took lotus steps and put away the porridge bucket on the table, intending to clean it after the owner left.

Zhao Qing glanced at the stone basin under the window sash and asked, "Why haven't you seen any signs of movement from the new spiritual herbs you planted?"

The woman bent down slightly, took off her boots and socks, revealing her smooth and beautiful feet.

The occasional blue veins on his ankles make him look a little weak.

She smiled softly and said, "Master, you've never raised spiritual herbs before, right? Most spiritual herbs can only take root in winter..."

The next moment, she was stunned.

Zhao Qing had already grabbed her ankle.

The woman pursed her lips and raised her hand to take off her dress, but she saw the man in front of her pick up the stockings beside the bed...

Zhao Qing put her calves on himself and carefully put on stockings for her.

His fingertips brushed across the cold little feet that he had held tightly for who knows how many times, causing Gu Qinghuan's calves to tremble slightly.

"Owner……"

Zhao Qing patted her legs and helped her down from the bed.

He smiled and said, "I haven't been to an auction yet. Qinghuan, would you like to go with me?"

Gu Qinghuan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and her gaze was dull for a moment.

The next moment, her eyes were full of surprise: "Okay!"

Zhao Qing nodded slightly and sat in front of the alchemy table waiting for her to put on her boots.

By the way, I studied the Qi Gathering Pill that Gu Qinghuan had recently refined.

My progress can be described as rapid. I don’t know how much better I am now than I was before.

Although the finished pills still looked like mud pills, only a few were refined in total.

But the medicinal properties of each pill are retained, and can even catch up with my current level.

He knew that what Gu Qinghuan lacked was only the quality and control of spiritual energy.

Zhao Qing turned his eyes slightly, stood up and stood behind the woman.

Looking at the face in the bronze mirror in front of her, she smiled and said, "I've never seen you put on makeup before."

Gu Qinghuan looked at the man behind her in the mirror and said with a smile, "When I go out with my master, I always have to dress up."

Zhao Qing nodded and pressed the woman's shoulders with both hands.

Make it face towards yourself.

Then he took the eyebrow pencil from her hand: "Don't move."

Gu Qinghuan looked at the serious look in the eyes of her beloved and her body tensed up.

Feeling the tingling sensation on her eyebrows, she felt a strange feeling in her heart and her ears turned red.

After all, drawing your own eyebrows and having your master draw your eyebrows for you are completely different.

Zhao Qing's fingertips trembled slightly as he dragged Daifen very carefully and slowly.

After all, I had only drawn a few times and was afraid of drawing Gu Qinghuan ugly.

After a cup of tea, he once again carefully looked at the woman in front of him: "Look at yourself in the bronze mirror, is there anything wrong?"

Gu Qinghuan's eyes were filled with shimmering waves as she looked at Zhao Qing and reached out to take down the bronze mirror on the table.

"Qinghuan, you don't need to look. The master draws very well."

Zhao Qing clicked his tongue and said, "Why don't you take a look at it?"

The woman continued, "Master can see it in his eyes. Qing Huan has been watching."

That's it...

Shuyue always stays with me at home, but she has never drawn eyebrows for others.

Zhao Qing nodded slowly and gradually became interested.

He took a wooden comb from the table and motioned Qinghuan to come closer to him.

Gu Qinghuan was now completely surrounded by warmth, even a little at a loss.

Looking at the smiling eyes in front of her, all the worries and distress she had felt in recent days were swept away.

I just felt my heart melt.

Her eyes trembled slightly, and she showed a beautiful smile.

Then she slowly knelt on the ground, leaned her body on her master's legs, and put her long black hair in front of his eyes.

Zhao Qing put his hand on her forehead and combed her black hair with a wooden comb.

Qinghuan's hair is not long...it is much easier to comb than Shuyue's.

"You look good with short hair."

Gu Qinghuan tilted her pretty face to the side, feeling the hot breath approaching.

She smiled and said, "Then wait until the hair grows longer, and the master will help Qinghuan cut it short."

Wait until the two of them have packed everything.

Zhao Qing picked up the hot water on the stove, made a cup of spiritual tea and handed it over.

Gu Qinghuan smiled and shook her head: "Qinghuan is not thirsty."

Zhao Qing didn't say anything and just drank the tea himself. It had been a while since he had taken advantage of Dan Tang.

If you can have a drink, have one.

"Didn't I tell you to come to my house for dinner?" Zhao Qing asked.

"Qing Huan will go after she finishes researching the elixir. By then, even the master won't be able to drive her away!"

Zhao Qing's eyes flickered, but he didn't mention it again.

He took the woman's slender hand and put the spiritual ring on her ring finger.

"You pay the bill today."

Gu Qinghuan's spiritual power penetrated, and her beautiful eyes narrowed instantly. Her originally gentle voice trembled a little: "Master... Qinghuan is afraid of losing it."

Lost it?

I was covering it with my spiritual consciousness, how could you lose it?

Zhao Qing shook his head slightly, pushed her out of the room, and said with a smile: "As long as Qinghuan is not lost, it's fine."