Beauty helps me achieve immortality

In a few days, the end of the year will be approaching.

The cellar in Dingzimohao Courtyard is now very different from before.

The square stone steps lead directly to the east wing bedroom.

The space is more than two meters in both length and width, which is much more spacious than in summer.

The ground is paved with two layers of smooth green rocks, and the deep cracks in the rocks are filled with blood vine powder to prevent insect infestation.

There is a night-shining pearl inlaid in each of the four corners of the ground.

Just these four large beads took Zhao Qing a lot of effort. Although they were not expensive, he had to wait for Xueyi Tower to allocate them from elsewhere.

And in the middle of the cellar's ceiling, three exquisite bronze mirrors are suspended lightly, scattering the faint light emitted by the night pearl to every corner of the cellar.

Nowadays, it is very bright under the east wing regardless of day or night.

Maybe... it would be more appropriate to call it the underground palace now.

In the center of the underground palace is the core of the spirit gathering array, and next to the core stands a huge soft couch.

Wang Shuyue was only wearing a thin undergarment and was lying on the couch, flipping through the storybook intently.

Two heaters dispelled the chill in the underground palace. On the ground beside the soft couch, there was an apricot-yellow velvet blanket.

It is made from the complete skin of a demon leopard.

At this moment, Zhao Qing was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, leaning against the soft couch, enjoying the shoulder and neck massage brought by a pair of warm feet.

On the south side of the underground palace is a Dantai carved from a complete piece of bluestone.

On the west side is a dressing table made of bitter pear wood. The two storage rings used to store elixirs and spiritual stones at home are placed in the small cabinet on the dressing table.

After the couple's hard work throughout the winter.

It seems that the original cellar has been transformed into a secret place for spiritual practice and fun.

Under the cover of the Dust Sealing Formation, the spiritual consciousness was isolated outside the courtyard.

Moreover, the stone plate formation is also stacked at the center of the formation, so even a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining cannot force his way through.

Wang Shuyue slowly closed the storybook, and as she turned over on the couch, her spring light suddenly appeared.

She placed her pretty face on her husband's shoulder and whispered, "Husband, the New Year is coming in three days. Shuyue must go and prepare the glutinous rice balls and spring dishes early."

Zhao Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, an idea occurred to him, and asked, "Can you make dumplings? Pork ones?"

The wife smiled and said, "Okay, there are also some pig bones stored in the wooden cabinet in the west wing."

Zhao Qing thought for a moment and said, "I'm going out tomorrow to buy some groceries. I'll be back early."

"Shuyue will be at home making the arrangements, and you can go ahead and do not forget to buy some fireworks... You can find them in the North Quarter."

……

Celebrating the New Year is just like celebrating the New Year in the previous life. Ordinary people celebrate the New Year every year.

But for practitioners, it doesn’t mean that much.

However, most cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage have not yet severed their mortal roots and will be reunited with their families.

Zhao Qing used to spend the New Year alone, but now that he has a family, he naturally wants to experience the folk music of another world.

Two days later, the end of the year.

In the early morning, the wind was cold and light snow fell from the sky.

Zhao Qing held a newly bought paper umbrella and strolled with his wife in the huge square of Danxia Zong.

He glanced at the layers of stone steps leading up the mountain...

I can vaguely see the young man who was once full of hope.

Looking back, it has been twenty years of ups and downs.

Zhao Qing held his wife's slender waist tightly in his hands and continued to walk towards the Dan Hall.

Two sticks of incense later, he stopped in the long corridors of the Dan Hall.

He handed the paper umbrella in his hand to Shuyue.

"Alchemy Room No. 80."

Wang Shuyue wore a sky-blue long dress today and shivered occasionally while standing in the snow.

She stretched out her small hand, clenched the paper umbrella, and whispered, "Shuyue, go pick her up."

After a moment, Zhao Qing looked at his wife's thin figure gradually disappearing into the distance, and smiled unconsciously.

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Alchemy room.

The ink pen on the table disappeared.

The wooden comb, bronze mirror, makeup powder...all had been put away by the woman.

The bed was clean and tidy, as if no one had ever lived there.

The alchemy furnace on the alchemy platform was lonely. Without the heat of the fire, it seemed a little lonely.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door outside Danche.

Gu Qinghuan's beautiful eyes lit up and she slowly stood up.

But she didn't hear the word "pure joy" from her lover, and she felt a little suspicious.

"Who?" she asked softly.

A clear female voice came from outside the door, like the chirping of an oriole.

"Qinghuan, it's time to go home and celebrate the New Year."

……

The alchemy room fell into deathly silence for a moment.

Gu Qinghuan even forgot to breathe. Her beautiful eyes widened, and it took her an unknown amount of time to come back to her senses.

The slender hand gently brushed across the gentle face, and a drop of crystal was stained on the sleeve of the robe.

The door of the alchemy room slowly opened.

The figure holding a paper umbrella came into view, it was a woman with bright eyes and white teeth.

Her eyebrows were soft in lines, and her delicate face was slightly red in the snow. A jade hairpin was just right among her slightly tied black hair.

The person who came was looking at him with a smile. On his hand, tightly holding the umbrella handle, he was wearing a jade bracelet... exactly the same as his own.

Snowflakes were rippling outside the door, and the sky in the east was turning pale.

She stared at the pretty figure in the skirt in front of her, lost in thought. It was as if she saw a figure standing under an umbrella on a snowy night three months ago.

Gu Qinghuan lowered her head slightly, her eyes filled with tenderness, and she said softly, "Madam."

Wang Shuyue smiled happily and took the cold hand of the woman in front of her: "Call me Shuyue!"

She added, "Is everything packed?"

Gu Qinghuan nodded slightly, a smile flashing in her eyes: "I put it away last night."

Wang Shuyue glanced at the alchemy room and looked at the stone basin on the window sash, where a zhicao had just sprouted.

She inquired, "Don't you have this?"

"Just leave it in the alchemy room."

……

Gu Qinghuan took the paper umbrella and the two of them slowly left the alchemy room.

Wang Shuyue looked sideways at the gentle woman in front of her and saw the familiar brow line...

"Qing Huan, was this painted by my husband?"

The woman pursed her lips and said, "It was painted by the master."

"How can my husband draw eyebrows? They look so ugly!"

Gu Qinghuan glanced at Shuyue's brow line in confusion, it seemed not much different from her own...

"Pfft!"

The two women looked at each other and chuckled. Shuyue leaned towards Qinghuan, and the two jade bracelets collided, making a crisp sound that echoed in the snow.

"The master is over there..."

"Don't go over there! Let's go straight home. The umbrella is too small, not enough for three people."

At the winding corridor, Zhao Qing looked at two graceful figures gradually moving away and fell into deep thought.

……

In the evening, the two women were preparing dinner together in the west wing.

Zhao Qing was in the corner of the underground palace, bending over to cultivate his spiritual consciousness.

He held a piece of extremely high-quality nephrite in his hand, and it cost him dozens of spirit stones just to buy this piece of jade.

At this moment, he used the Soul Piercing Technique. He concentrated his consciousness into a blade and slowly split the soft jade...

Qinghuan had just arrived home and got along very well with his wife.

But to say that we are a family is still a little lacking.

Zhao Qing thought about it, took out the nephrite that had been prepared long ago, and worked tirelessly to cut it into pieces.

Fortunately, it's not a fight against the enemy, just some delicate cutting, which is fully capable of with my current spiritual strength.

An hour later, beads of sweat appeared between Zhao Qing's brows.

He looked at the pile of soft jade in his hand with a smile in his eyes.

Exactly fifty-four.

At the end of the year, we eat dumplings and set off fireworks. Although there is no Spring Festival Gala... it seems that we can still play Landlord.

This is a good opportunity for Qinghuan and Shuyue to have more contact with each other.

Pai Gow is popular in Caofang, and as for poker... they should be able to learn it if we teach them.

Zhao Qing focused his mind, condensed his consciousness into a needle, and carved patterns on the soft jade.

"One, two, three... Thirteen, Big King, Little King."

The Ice Breaking Plan is in action tonight.