Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 346 Pang Zhen is missing! ?

"We're leaving this time, and I don't know how long it will take to come back..."

Siyou City, Xuanji Pavilion.

My aunt was wearing a red gauze dress and leaning lightly on the railing, her eyes fixed on the merchants and wandering cultivators coming and going in the city, her flowing black hair flying freely in the cold wind.

"At most half a year. Senior Brother Pang's generation's Dragon Abyss was only open for a month, Senior Sister Meng's generation took three months, and Junior Sister Xu only took seven days..."

Zhao Qing also leaned on the railing, put his arm around Xiaoyi's slender waist and spoke softly.

Since she was going to Longyuan soon, Qinghuan went down the mountain to her sister's place to accompany her and say goodbye, but she really didn't disturb her aunt who was eating alone.

The aunt sighed slightly, slowly broke free from the embrace, and handed her hand to Zhao Qing. The two of them leaned quietly on the railing, lost in thought.

There was the shrill sound of the cold wind by my ears, a cold fragrance lingered at the tip of my nose, and the flying black hair hit my face, making it a little itchy.

Zhao Qing kneaded the soft and delicate hand in his palm and chuckled, "I'll have to rely on you to take good care of the three of them when the time comes."

"Shouldn't we entrust our three daughters to Ning'er's care?" The aunt raised her dark eyebrows and opened her red lips slightly, her voice as faint as orchid.

When Zhao Qing heard this, he was shocked. How could this be possible?

"Although Hong Ning is smart and lively, she can only take care of herself. How can she compare to the calm and meticulous Madam?"

"Heh." My aunt snorted lightly without saying anything else.

The only sounds left in my ears were the whistling wind and the faint chatter of wandering cultivators.

Zhao Qing also quietly enjoyed the tranquility of the moment, smiling at the woman's cold and picturesque profile.

After a long moment, my aunt raised her eyes to the dark clouds in the distant sky and muttered to herself slowly, "This time it's different from Zizhu's Danta..."

Zhao Qing said softly to comfort him: "It's just that there are fewer people, so it's easier."

Zhou Xiaoyi nodded casually without comment, then glanced sideways into her husband's eyes: "If you died in Longyuan, could Si He still bring your soul back?"

Zhao Qing: ...

He felt helpless, and shared a somewhat melancholy look with his aunt: "Only after we enter the Dragon Abyss can we truly know. I don't think it should affect the protection of the Tai A Seal..."

My aunt immediately fell silent again.

Zhao Qing raised his hand to comb the woman's flowing black hair, then put his arm around her shoulders and chuckled, "Your man isn't stupid. He knows his limits. How could he die in Longyuan?"

The walking confrontation of Xue Yi is indeed different from that of Zizhu Danta.

At present, many blood sons have not entered Longyuan, but according to the news that Ning Mei got from Zhongzhou and the message from Meng Xue, eight blood sons have died in their respective states. The walking trial of the combat cultivators can be said to be extremely cruel.

Zhao Qing even wondered for a moment if he had stayed at Blood God Peak to cultivate for the past six months, would he have died inexplicably...

But then again, there has been no unusual movement near Shouyun Mountain in the past six months, and everything has been calm, which has made him feel inexplicably fearful.

"Husband."

The aunt leaned her delicate head on the man's shoulder and said softly, "The Blood God Peak's several blood sons are still alive. They didn't fight... and neither should we."

Zhao Qing couldn't help but feel soft in his heart. He slowly bent down and sat down under the wooden railing, pulling Xiaoyi tightly into his arms.

That originally extremely cold face was now filled with worry, and her dim beautiful eyes contained reluctance and hesitation.

Zhao Qing sighed inwardly, tucked up Xiaoyi's long hair, and then smiled and rubbed her straight nose: "When have I ever failed to consult with you? This time, of course, I will listen to you."

The aunt opened her red lips slightly, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Unconsciously, her beautiful watery eyes turned slightly red. She suddenly turned around and threw her husband to the ground, holding his shoulders and staring at him.

But seeing her husband's eyes full of pity, she slowly lowered her head and laid on his chest, muttering softly to herself, "Qinghuan's revenge has been avenged. I haven't married you yet. I've been traveling around with you all these years... After the New Year, we'll go to Juechen Valley to see mother."

"You and Si He often tell stories about the Xia Emperor Realm..."

"I don't want to wander around the Xiahuang Realm, and Yue'er and Qinghuan won't want to either."

She gripped Zhao Qing's shoulder bones tightly with her slender hands, her fingers like jade onions trembling uncontrollably. She gritted her teeth and said, "As long as I live, even if I betray Si He and Ning'er, I will never betray Shu Yue Qing Huan and your daughter."

"You are already a descendant of Yongning. It is enough for us to live a peaceful and stable life in the future. But if you die..."

"No." Zhao Qing interrupted his aunt, gently rubbing her head and whispering, "I've been practicing nerves and floating shadows for so long, isn't it just to come back alive to take care of you?"

"Besides, I still have fragments of the Heavenly Dao on me. How could I possibly die in the Blood Robe Trial?"

My aunt gradually became silent, and just lay quietly on her man's chest, silently feeling the strong and powerful heartbeat with her cheek.

At a certain moment, she suddenly raised her head and licked Zhao Qing's ear, rubbing it with her tongue, and said with a frivolous smile: "Even if the Tai A Seal can bring back your soul, you are not allowed to take any risks."

"I don't want you to become a walking corpse. As long as you can stand before my daughter after Long Yuan, I will abandon all my pride and dignity and serve Daddy and Qing Huan... in this life."

Hearing this, Zhao Qing couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and he held up her beautiful face and kissed her gently.

He chuckled and tugged at the woman's slightly cold earlobe: "I will naturally judge the situation. Are you treating me like a child and coaxing me into compliance?"

The aunt's beautiful eyes fluttered, her curved eyelashes fluttering. She looked into her husband's eyes and smiled softly, "Haven't you always been coaxing and obeying me all these years?"

"My daughter really can't help me, and I don't have anything more precious to hand over."

"I can only give back some of the love and affection I've accumulated over the years to Daddy."

Zhao Qing felt a sudden jolt of emotion. He gently picked up Xiaoyi and walked into the small room in the pavilion, saying softly, "Your tenderness is the most precious treasure in my life... It is far more precious than a position as a traveler."

The door closed and the sobbing sound of the wind stopped abruptly.

My aunt has changed her usual arrogant attitude, and her sweet words make people's blood boil and their souls rippling.

However, as her qi and blood interacted with her spiritual power, she did not hold back at all in the magic techniques evolved from her consciousness, and she wished she could kill Zhao Qing right here.

The condensed and vast spiritual consciousness shattered Zhu Zi's gauze clothes into pieces, turning them into strands of gauze that fluttered in the air, like a red snow in a small room.

Without any hesitation, my aunt's consciousness left Niwan and used the soul-piercing technique, rushing directly towards Zhao Qing's eyebrows.

Yet, she panted coquettishly in the man's ear, "Daddy, doesn't he love to see... his daughter's shattered mind and broken eyes?"

Zhao Qing's heart was shaken, and he gently turned the head over the pillow and kissed her delicate face.

Feeling the stinging pain coming from his balls, he just chuckled and said, "I don't want to watch it anymore. It's hurting your body."

The aunt's eyes rippled, and she slowly relaxed and said tenderly: "In this case... I will go home with my master, with fine wine and jade liquid, and chains on the alchemy platform, and serve with Qinghuan."

"That's not necessary."

Zhao Qing refused with a smile and hugged the delicate body tighter in his arms. At this moment, he only wanted to perform the most gentle and tender lovemaking.

Fortunately, I met you.

Such a good man.

What more could I ask for?

……

……

In the evening, the setting sun looks like blood.

Snowflakes were floating between the sky and the earth, and the biting cold wind made people's cheeks hurt.

But this scene was like a dream. Zhao Qing and his aunt met Qinghuan, and the three of them slowly strolled in the sunset and snow.

Walking along the narrow mountain path full of traces of time, stepping on the overgrown and dry grass dyed white by frost and snow.

The long-frozen stream was dotted with flying snow, reflecting the rouge-like afterglow of the setting sun, making it look particularly sad and beautiful.

Xiaoyi's complexion was rosy, her slender hands were tightly clasped with Zhao Qing's, the red ribbon around her waist swayed, and her face was full of tenderness.

Qing Huan's phoenix eyes were filled with smiles, and it was unknown what she was thinking. Her hanging sleeves swayed behind the three of them... dancing with the cold wind and flying snow.

A lot has happened these days, yet it seems like nothing has changed.

First, Mingshang's blood son Shan Jinci died in the Yinxiao Snowfield where Zhao Qing had once wandered.

Afterwards, the blood sons of Leihuang State, Qianhuan State and the two states died one after another. As to which state’s cultivators killed them... there was no news.

Tianxiang Walking has condensed the golden elixir. Rumor has it that he is trying to catch up with the Blood-robed Walking Man. There is also a vacancy for Tianxiang Walking Man in this generation. Next winter will be the trial for Tianxiang Walking Man.

In addition, the news from Zhongzhou that Hong Ning received also included news about the Ruyi Immortal Sect.

The secret realm of withered peach that they entered together that year, the secret realm of green willow where Hong Ning cleverly took Liu Tuo, the ruins of the sect discovered by Liu Zijing, Cheng Yue, Bai Wanqiu and others in the Ten Thousand Mountains... all of them were in Zhongzhou and became a trial place for the Nine Swords Tower.

Si He and Zhao Qing speculated in their spare time that perhaps the reason why Xian Ning did not receive the order from the Nine Swords lineage back then was related to this.

Then, the Qianyuan Palace under Qin Chuxin's command was incorporated into the Hanbing Valley. The two sects merged into one, forming a supporting role with the Changsheng Sword Sect. One sect was deep in the hinterland of Songshan, and the other sect was overlooking the desolate rivers of the northern desert.

Afterwards, news of the death of the blood son came out intermittently, but Shouyun Mountain was peaceful.

There are now many merchants and independent cultivators in Siyou City. Although it is still not as prosperous as Danxia City in its early years, it is finally on the right track.

The sect recruited more than 1,200 disciples when it was first established, most of whom were in the early stages of Qi training and innate warriors. They were separated into three small workshops outside Siyou City, and the incense and offerings they received were naturally divided among the three counties of Wu'an, Luanli and Jiuhua.

There were a few talented young men, and they were all given to Dan Gui and Qi Xiu for occasional training, and were also given to two people with extraordinary spiritual perception in Hanbing Valley.

The Zhao Qing family was so busy with their own affairs that they naturally wouldn't be interested in accepting any disciples. Luo Xianning, Liu Zijing, and Bai Wanqiu were even too lazy to teach others.

There is no distinction between inner and outer sect disciples in the sect, but those with higher qualifications and more skillful methods will naturally improve their cultivation faster, and it will be easier for them to obtain contributions and resources, thus enjoying many rights and interests in Siyou City.

The incense business in more than a dozen counties and towns near Siyou City is now very prosperous, which is enough for Si He to control the clouds and rain to perform miracles, or to perform some simple Shinto magic.

Qing Huan had all kinds of rare treasures to supply him, and his progress in cultivation was very fast. Now he had already gathered his spiritual consciousness and stepped into the seventh level of Qi training.

Zhao Qing honed his skills day by day and finally managed to push his spiritual consciousness to the late stage of foundation building. However, compared with his rare spiritual power, his spiritual consciousness still seemed a little weak.

In the autumn, Hong Ning went back to Xianghen Sea with Bai Wanqiu, and also traveled in Qixia Country with Su He for a few days. Apart from that, she stayed quietly at home, which was quite restrained for her habits.

……

Night covers the sky.

The whole world seemed exceptionally desolate in the wind and snow, and the mountains were already covered with white snow.

Zhao Qing and his aunt Qinghuan were strolling leisurely, watching the snow and listening to the wind, and naturally their hair was stained with a little snow.

At the end of the cliff, the vast palace stood quietly in the cold wind.

A thick layer of snow had accumulated on the majestic screen wall behind the gate. The snow slid down the dark green boulders and froze into ice before it could hit the ground.

The crystal clear icicles reflected the cold moon and stars, which was particularly bright and dazzling.

Qin, sword, wine, chess, dragon, crane and tiger, free and unrestrained without worries - the calligraphy of my aunt in her spare time is still free and unrestrained, free and extraordinary.

Faintly, a melodious and cheerful flute sound could be heard. A bright and beautiful woman put on her small woolen jacket and played the flute in the cold night, watching the snow. The white mist exhaled by her light breath was blown away by the strong wind.

Shuyue held the little animal in her arms, held a paper umbrella in her slender hands, and walked out of the palace gate with light steps.

"Husband!"

"It's snowing."

Zhao Qing let go of his aunt's slender hand and no longer hugged Qinghuan.

He was the first to approach his lovely wife and lifted her up horizontally. His strong hands lifted her delicate forehead, and he kissed her rosy cheek hard, saying with a smile, "Another year is about to pass."

Shuyue hugged the little beast tightly in her arms and whispered affectionately: "It's been thirteen years."

The aunt's beautiful eyes fluttered as she looked at Hong Ning who was playing a tune alone not far away, and then she gave Zhao Qing a look that only the two of them could understand.

Zhao Qing, still holding his wife, walked towards the palace garden and casually handed the paper umbrella he had just held to his aunt. Before his aunt could fold the umbrella, Qing Huan raised her hand and took it...

Qinghuan had an indescribable smile on her face, and her phoenix eyes slightly raised to look at the twinkling stars in the cold night.

He waved his arm and threw the light paper umbrella casually...then it was swept by the whistling cold wind and disappeared at the end of the snowy night.

My aunt looked at the swaying paper umbrella and the heavy snow falling all over the sky, and a smile appeared in her beautiful eyes.

……

In the drifting snow.

A bright streak swooped down from the night sky and exploded into dense blue fluorescent light, like a galaxy falling to the earth.

The Tianqing Sword reflected a sharp cold light and rolled back. Shuyue held it casually and sang while striking the sword.

Si He transformed into the lazy appearance of a demon god, leaning alone under a dead tree, sipping the hot wine with a smile.

My aunt crossed her long and beautiful legs, leaned forward and sat in the falling snow, her delicate hands stroking and plucking the xylophone, producing an exciting and joyful melody, echoing Shuyue's sword song.

Ning Mei was held in front of Zhao Qing, and Zhao Qing controlled the holes of the jade flute. Ning Mei smiled and kissed the holes of the flute, then breathed in and played.

Zhao Qing has learned a lot of flute music from her these days. Sometimes they play together, and sometimes they play intimately like this.

Chu Hongning's beautiful profile looked particularly rosy in the snowy night. Her delicate body leaned in the man's arms, her messy hair sticking to the corners of her lips, exuding an indescribable charm and obsession.

The breaths between the kiss flutes were dense, and even the misty white vapor exhaled seemed to carry a joy and satisfaction as sweet as honey.

As the five people sat together, a pair of sleeves fluttered freely in the cold wind.

Qinghuan's delicate feet stepped on the white snow, and her graceful figure danced with her arms and sleeves, swaying gracefully and lightly.

With a fair face and white shirt, black hair and flowing sleeves, she looks like a fairy.

The cold moon in the sky opens the palace mirror... the black hair flies and the stars sway.

My aunt took out the liquor she had bought in the Northern Desert years ago...

At the same time, at the foot of Shouyun Mountain.

A blood-red jade boat broke through the air. Meng Xue silently stared at the bright red dragon patterns in front of her. After a slight hesitation, she still did not step into it.

Instead, he took out the blood jade and explained the current situation to Zhao Qing.

On Shouyun Mountain, Zhao Qing slowly put down the cup in his hand and stared at the blood jade in surprise...

My aunt raised her beautiful eyes and asked softly, "Any news from Blood God Peak? Are we heading to Dragon Abyss?"

Zhao Qing: ...

He nodded slightly and then shook his head.

"It's time to get going."

"But... Senior Brother Pang is missing."

what?

Shuyue and her aunt Hongning were filled with surprise and doubt, and even Qinghuan, who didn't care about these things, showed a hint of worry.

Yongning Prefecture!

The fifth blood son!

Pang Zhen!

Gone! ?