Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 380: Happy Years (6)

The foolish man and the moon, neither of us can sleep.

Gu Qinghuan was like a little animal, nestling tiredly in his master's arms, saying silly love words all night long.

It was as if she had spit out all the words she had swallowed over the years.

She said she was very afraid of pain.

When I first woke up lying in the coffin, I felt as if my marrow was being pulled out and my soul was being torn apart, and I was in excruciating pain.

But when she saw that her master also had broken bones and was still staying with her, she didn't feel any pain at all.

If her broken body and remains could allow her to be held by her master forever, she would be willing to endure the pain of broken bones every day, and would still think that it was the most precious gift from fate.

It is said that the wine in Beimo is bitter.

She doesn't know how to drink and can't appreciate the taste of good wine.

In her early years, she couldn't even get enough to eat, let alone taste good wine.

But if you lean on your master's arms, you will feel that those spicy and smelly liquors are far better than all the rare treasures in the world.

Drinking one jar is not enough, drinking ten jars is not enough... I only wish to die drunk beside my master.

Said she was greedy.

Seeing that Si He could communicate with his master through telepathy, she wanted it.

Seeing Xiaoyi flirting with her master, she also wanted it.

Seeing Shuyue falling asleep in her master's arms, she wanted it even more.

She envied Ning'er very much... because she could accompany her master in and out of secret places and could accompany her master to swim on the glacier.

If she had a choice, she wouldn't want her master to become a wanderer.

It's not that she's afraid her master will abandon her.

She was just worried that after her master became a walking corpse, she would never have the chance to help him again in her entire life.

……

The morning light is dim.

The sky was gloomy and heavy snow began to fall again at the foot of Heyang Mountain.

From the small courtyard deep in the martial arts hall, there was a continuous whistling sound breaking through the air.

Zhao Qing leaned against the outside of the cabin, with Qinghuan's fox fur cape piled on his knees.

He smiled as he looked at the hair dancing in the snow, the flexible figure...

Amidst the chaos of gun shadows, a shining silver blade seemed to have turned into falling snow, drawing a brilliant stream of light between heaven and earth, stirring up the wind and snow.

Gu Qinghuan's sharp and cold eyes are another kind of heart-stirring and beautiful scene.

at the same time.

A huge flying boat carrying hundreds of cultivators rose from Siyou City and headed straight to Tianshui County to do work.

Temples dedicated to Niangniang Siyou can now be seen everywhere in the four southwestern counties of the Chu State.

However, the next county that Si Youxianghuo belongs to is far away from the mountains and dry swamps in the southwest...

They traveled thousands of miles to Lanjiang Tianshui to set up ancestral halls and temples to gather incense.

Not only did Wang Teng and his wife accompany them on this trip, but Luo Xianning was also on the flying boat.

She had two things to do on this trip.

One of them was from the Changsheng Sword Sect, who went to the Murong clan in Jiangbei on behalf of their master to discuss the establishment of the Chu Immortal Dynasty.

The second one was from the Siyou Sect, who brought many inner disciples of the Longevity Sword and went to Tianshui County to test the immortal qualifications...

As long as a woman has the slightest foundation for cultivation, regardless of age, appearance, or marital status, Siyou Sect is willing to accept and support her after inquiring about her willingness...but the surname Gu is an exception.

In addition, the royal Zhou family adjusted the officials throughout Tianshui County, all of whom were well-known local officials, and there were also disciples of Si You who worked together to pave the way and govern the country.

But the position of the county governor is not that of a patriarchal official, but a cultivator at the foundation-building stage...

In the Bamboo Shadow Pond south of the imperial city, all officials bowed their heads. A gentle scholar gazed into the distance and stepped onto the magnificent Chizhou.

He led a large group of boats out of the imperial city from Yingchi, went east from Longtang to Lanjiang River, and went straight into Tianshui.

The newly appointed Tianshui County Magistrate is not only a Foundation Establishment cultivator—he is also the sworn brother of the current empress.

……

The boundless northern desert.

A crimson blood jade flying boat came from Zhongzhou via the Blood Robe Star and headed to visit the Blood God Peak in Jiuhua.

On the blood boat are two blood sons.

But they don’t look like blood sons… They are clearly two foundation-building cultivators, but they are followed and protected by several mortal Yuanying.

The ancient Jian family of Zhongshengzhou, Jian Ting.

Yan Chuanzhou's Mingyue Fairy Palace, Xiang Qin.

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Chenshi.

It was freezing cold on Heyang Mountain, with heavy snow and strong winds.

Even the monks who used to go down the mountain every day to give out porridge did not step out of the temple today.

Gu Qinghuan put on the fox fur coat that her master had chosen for her, covering her slender hands and legs.

Even the slender goose neck that makes one's heart flutter is tightly covered with furry fox fur...

Boom!

dong dong!

In the howling cold wind, the broken temple door made a low muffled sound.

After knocking on the door of the White Horse Temple, the woman turned and held her master's hand tightly, looking up at her master with a smile, letting the huge snowflakes and ice crystals fall into her eyes and turn into warm ripples spreading across her eyes.

Zhao Qing wiped the snowflakes off her curved eyelashes with his fingers, and with a smile, he retied the velvet ribbon around her neck...

Crunch.

The dilapidated wooden door was opened.

A young monk with a gentle face stood alone in the vast snow and wind, examining the two people before him. He then paused for a moment, focusing on Gu Qinghuan before chuckling softly and clasping his hands together in greeting: "My two benefactors, long time no see."

Qinghuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled slightly at the young monk, but he didn't say anything else.

Zhao Qing chuckled and replied, "Young Master, Abbot Daoxin left some scriptures for you."

The young man in front of him was none other than the young monk who had welcomed the two of them into the temple that year... the son of the magistrate of Zhuling County, the young monk Huiguang.

In just a few years, the little bald guy has grown a lot taller and lost his childishness.

Hearing that it was the abbot who left the scriptures, Hui Guang did not look too surprised. He smiled gently and stepped aside to lead the way: "Come in quickly, it's very windy outside."

Zhao Qing immediately took Qinghuan and followed the little bald head.

There was heavy snow falling inside the temple, and the cold wind was filled with the unique scent of burning incense and candles. After sniffing it a few times, it actually gave off a sense of warmth.

The monk was wearing wet cloth shoes and there was no sound when he stepped into the snow.

"In addition, the scriptures of Abbot Chengyuan were also brought along." Zhao Qing added with a chuckle.

"Then I will take you two to the Sutra Hall to rest first, and I will call the abbot later."

The three of them walked along the long path inside the temple, stepping on the vegetable fields under the broken courtyard wall... and went deep into the temple.

After a while.

Zhao Qing and Qing Huan returned to the Sutra Pavilion of the White Horse Temple again.

It was still filled with messy, yellowed books, and the wooden shelves that originally formed the compartments had returned to their original positions.

The broken faceless statue was long gone, leaving only a pitted mess.

Hui Guang busied himself preparing tea while he sighed and laughed, "I don't know how this Buddha statue collapsed. Qingci happened to be down the mountain that day doing some shopping... The abbot even lamented that if Qingci had been around, the statue wouldn't have collapsed."

Zhao Qing's mind moved when he heard this. He put the tea aside and then embraced Qinghuan in his arms.

"Why did the abbot say that?"

He picked up the tea and fed it to Qinghuan's lips. He watched her drink it slowly with a smile on her face. She didn't feel the heat or pain, only her fair cheeks became a little redder.

Hui Guang smiled and sighed, "Perhaps he felt that Qingci had developed a bond with the Buddha statue. If Qingci hadn't left the mountain that day and was guarding the Buddha statue, perhaps the abbot's joke might have come true."

Zhao Qing seemed to be thinking about something, and nodded slightly in response: "That sounds strange."

The monk smiled and took his leave, and went to look for Abbot Chengyuan.

In the messy scripture pavilion, only Zhao Qing and Qing Huan were left.

Zhao Qing murmured softly, "The abbot said...it's because my sister is by your side that the Buddha statue won't collapse."

The destruction of Buddha statues is not uncommon at all.

That was because Si He had taken away the incense from the temple, and that's why he turned into rubble and died...

He was feeling a little down.

However, Qing Huan smiled brightly, leaning over her master's lap and chuckling softly, "The abbot only understands the true feelings between mother and daughter, how could he understand Qing Huan's thoughts?"

"Qing Huan only wishes she could die saving her master, only then could she find relief from the overwhelming sorrow she feels."

She smiled cheerfully and said, "If the master hadn't brought Qinghuan with him, Qinghuan would have felt like she had lost a great opportunity..."

Now, when Zhao Qing heard Qinghuan's fierce words again, he no longer felt awkward.

He slowly ruffled the woman's wet hair and whispered, "I'm just guessing. How can I know what the abbot is trying to say?"

Qinghuan felt the warm palm of her master and closed her eyes comfortably.

She raised her head high and smiled, like a cute little animal, rubbing her master's palm with her eyelashes and nose, and her smiling words were more absurd than before.

"If Qing Huan really loses this opportunity, she will probably regret it for the rest of her life..."

Zhao Qing:! ?

He smiled and asked, "Didn't we agree last night that we wouldn't talk about life and death anymore?"

Gu Qinghuan's eyes flickered, revealing a lively smile.

"This is the only time. Qing Huan will live well and practice well for the master from now on."

Zhao Qing took her into his arms, teasing her lips, and whispered in her ear with a smile: "Then the master will live well for you and protect you for the rest of your life."

"If the day comes when my master can no longer protect you, I will perish with you and never live alone."

Qinghuan's phoenix eyes were rippling, hot breath was exhaled, and the crimson lips touched each other with extreme dexterity and softness.

After a long moment, she looked at her master and smiled softly, "Okay."

There was a faint knock on the door outside.

After Zhao Qing responded, two monks, one old and one young, entered the Sutra Pavilion.

"Abbott."

Qinghuan called out softly, took out the two volumes of scriptures and placed them on the dilapidated table.

The old monk Chengyuan was quite tall, but his eyebrows were already gray, and I didn’t know if he could still see the small words recorded by Shuyue.

He first clasped his hands and expressed his gratitude with the young monk.

Then he picked up the sutra and flipped through it, saying softly, "I wonder if the abbot has anything else to say?"

Zhao Qing was silent for a moment.

According to Shuyue, Daoxin didn't say much nonsense at that time.

He smiled and replied, "Not too many instructions."

"But this scroll of scriptures probably involves the secrets of spiritual practice, and it is the abbot's painstaking effort. You two must keep it safe."

It involves practice!

Chengyuan was surprised at first, but then he seemed to understand a little.

He and Huiguang exchanged a glance and whispered, "Will the abbot return?"

He will definitely not come back.

Zhao Qing suddenly thought of something. He picked up the two volumes of scriptures again, chuckled and handed them over.

"The Huiguang Sutra was given to the Prince of Wei in Zhuling County, Tianshui Commandery."

"The Chengyuan Sutra is presented to Abbot Chengyuan of the White Horse Temple on Mount Heyang."

He looked at the old monk's dejected eyes and reminded him, "Master is now the abbot."

Cheng Yuan nodded in surprise.

He immediately said to Hui Guang, "Master Wei, according to the donor's instructions, you can leave the mountain now."

The young monk also looked melancholy. He took the scroll that belonged to him and replied softly, "When the abbot saved me, he called me Young Master..."

"If what the donor has said is correct, I should have been expelled from the temple."

Zhao Qing and Qing Huan looked at each other, speechless.

This damn old bald donkey just said it was a transfer... why did he even chase people away?

He looked at the little bald man who had a gentle smile just now, nodded gently and said: "Master Wei, take care."

"How is Qingci these days?" Chengyuan asked.

Qing Huan smiled, "Being free from worries is wonderful."

She did not take out the steamed meat buns her sister had made to give to her. Firstly, monks don't eat meat, and secondly, she wanted to keep some at home to eat slowly.

After all... she herself had only eaten the meat buns steamed by her mother a few times.

Zhao Qing spoke a few more words to the two monks, left them the enlightenment tea given by Daoxin, and then left the White Horse Temple directly with Qinghuan.

He did not mention Si Youzong, nor did he say much about his sister.

Although these two can be considered as walking direct disciples, Siyou Sect is not short of people who observe vegetarianism and chant Buddhist scriptures, so he doesn't want to take in these two bald guys... and they may not be willing either.

……

It's noon.

Zhao Qing brought Qinghuan to Jiuhua Blood God Peak.

It is snowing heavily in Heyang now, but Jiuhua, thousands of miles away, is already showing signs of spring.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators had already been waiting outside the hall.

After seeing Zhao Qing, he bowed slightly and called out, "Zhao Xingzou."

"No need to be so polite, both of you."

Zhao Qing responded lightly and brought Qinghuan into the main hall of the Blood God.

He naturally knew that Jian Ting and Xiang Qin were here, and they were here to deliver something...

The Blood Hall seemed somewhat empty and desolate. Yongning's three blood sons were sitting and drinking tea with two guests.

"Junior brother." Pang Zhen called out with a loud laugh.

"Brother and sister, I'm in trouble."

As the current Blood-Cloaked Walker, Zhao Qing is naturally the one with the highest status in the Blood God Temple, regardless of his cultivation level and realm.

However, he did not go to the vacant seat at the top, but instead sat next to Meng Xue with Qinghuan in his arms.

"Gu Qinghuan."

Zhao Qing smiled at Jian Ting and Xiang Qin, and started introducing his wife directly.

"I am Jian Ting from Zhongzhou, nice to meet Madam Zhao." Jian Ting sensed Gu Qinghuan's cultivation level, and seemed to understand something in his heart.

Xiang Qin took the empty teacup and poured water into it, then handed it to Qing Huan. "I am Xiang Qin from Mingyue Mansion, greeting Madam Zhao."

Even though Qinghuan didn't really buy into this, she couldn't help but purse her lips and reveal a strange smile.

She broke free from her master's arms, stood up and took the teacup with both hands, but did not return the greeting.

He just smiled and responded gently: "There's no need to be so formal, my two sons."

Meng Xue's beautiful eyes flickered between the four people, and she said in a sweet voice, "Jian Xuezi just said that he came here to give you something."

Xiang Qin immediately took out three talismans and gently placed them in front of Qinghuan.

She first looked at Zhao Qing with a smile and said, "I haven't thanked you for sparing my life yet. Qin'er happened to be in Zhongzhou, so she came here with Jian Ting."

"This is the cultivation talisman that Fairy Ying from the Southern Immortal Holy Land asked Qin'er to bring."

The so-called Zhenxiu Lu is the unique foundation-building method of the Southern Immortal lineage.

When a cultivator is building his foundation, it can seal the Qi sea in his Dantian to serve as a foundation for the Tao, and then help the cultivator gather spiritual energy from all directions to quickly fill and condense the foundation for the Tao formed by the talisman.

It can be considered a method that can definitely help you build your foundation. Once the foundation is successfully built, the spell that suppresses cultivation will dissipate on its own.

It is just right for Shuyue to use. She has the remaining medicinal power of the purple beads in her body, and the seeds of the Tianxiang flower have taken root in her Taoist foundation. Three to five days will be enough to condense a foundation of more than ten inches, and she will no longer have to suffer the pain of time.

Zhao Qing picked up the talisman and handed it to Qing Huan, saying jokingly, "You're all wandering around Zhongzhou, but I've never been there."

Hear this.

Jian Ting immediately stood up and bowed solemnly, "I have come here to carry out the instructions of the clan elders."

"The Jian family of Zhongsheng Province invites the Blood-Robed Walker to stay with them for a while."

After he finished speaking, he took out a brocade box with a smile and placed it on the table.

"This is the gift the elders of the clan ordered me to bring. Although you are a wandering monk, there is no reason for us to come empty-handed."

"It's just a small token of my appreciation. I'm sorry to have caused you, Brother and Madam to laugh."