Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 290 Tea Dad’s Methods

The cold wind was howling outside the window and the snow was flying like cotton wool.

Deep in this vast glacier, there is only a difference between day and night, and no difference between cold and heat.

Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the graceful woman with her long black hair dancing in the courtyard. Her moon-white gauze skirt was adorned with only a few scattered buttons.

The hanging skirt, the ribbons at the cuffs, the gauze around the slender waist... were lifted up by the biting cold wind and danced with the flying snow.

From the small and exquisite embroidered shoes upwards, thin socks tightly wrap around the jade legs, all the way to the knees.

The fair and slender legs are faintly visible under the gauze skirt, and the thin socks are like crocheted silk, through which the concealed snow-white skin can be vaguely seen - the youthfulness and beauty of the woman are outlined vividly, but with a bit of elusive charm.

Seeing that Hong Ning was indeed waiting for her in Mingshang, the aunt suddenly felt relieved, but she couldn't help feeling a little jealous.

When joy and entanglement intertwined again, her expression became a little gentler, and she smiled softly, "If you don't come, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."

The aunt's beautiful eyes swept across the other quiet rooms in the courtyard... Whether it was Kong Yangluo Xianning, Bai Wanqiu or Liu Zijing, there was no movement.

This shows that they were not at all surprised by Hong Ning's visit at this time, and they were even clear about it.

Zhou Xiaoyi pushed open the door and embraced Hong Ning's slightly cold body in her warm arms. The two of them held each other's arms and seemed as close as sisters.

Hong Ning was slightly shorter than her aunt. She tilted her head slightly and placed it close to her aunt's ear, whispering sadly, "That's not true. I wanted to give you a surprise... but I didn't expect you'd already been waiting for me."

……

Zhao Qing felt uneasy for a moment when he heard the two women in the yard talking sweetly to each other.

When they were at home, my aunt often arranged Red Lemon with Shuyue, but now when the two meet, they are extremely close.

Is this a woman?

Small embroidered shoes and thin socks appeared in sight, accompanied by a unique warm fragrance of white musk and cedar.

In this world of ice and snow, it is like a small stove rising in a quiet bedroom, with the reservedness and tenderness of a girl meeting for the first time.

Yin Hua was rippling in his mind, and Si He's reminder came: "Bai Si!"

Zhao Qing: ...

I see it. I see it.

He smiled gently as he looked at the two graceful women who came in. My aunt had a slightly playful expression on her face and took a step back to close the window.

Hong Ning's expression was quite natural, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, her nose and eyebrows the same as always, lively and mischievous.

Completely different from her aunt's favorite red gauze and black dresses, Hong Ning prefers to wear light-colored dresses and never wears a long robe.

Such as goose yellow gauze dress, moon white water skirt...

These are the colors that are difficult for ordinary women to control. If their temperament and appearance are slightly lacking, they will look awkward and ugly.

Zhao Qing spoke first to prevent the embarrassment that could come at any time.

"Aren't you in Zhongzhou attending the Tianxiang Dharma Assembly? Why are you here in Mingshang?"

Hong Ning leaned forward slightly, her pair of clear autumn eyes staring straight at the man sitting beside the bed, the distance between them getting closer and closer... Zhao Qing could even feel the other person's light breath.

The woman bit her thin lips lightly, her bright eyes seemed to be able to speak. She said lightly and jokingly: "Come and see you when you miss you."

"Did you think of me?"

!! ?

Don't fuck with me, brother! ?

In an instant, Zhao Qing felt overwhelmed.

We can joke and flirt with each other all we want in private, but my aunt is watching us now!

And Shuyue and Qinghuan are watching the live broadcast!

Zhao Qing chose not to offend anyone. Under his aunt's provocative gaze... he reached out and tucked Hong Ning's hanging black hair behind her ears.

"Of course I miss you so much. Xiaoyi and Shuyue miss you so much too."

He secretly said that he would always be on the same side with his aunt, but he also gave Hong Ning a way out.

Fortunately, Hong Ning had often visited Songshanfang a long time ago and was familiar with their family.

"Just think about it~"

Hong Ning withdrew her delicate body, fluttered lightly onto the bed, and casually kicked off her embroidered shoes...

Zhao Qing tensed up instantly and exchanged glances with his aunt.

His eyes were naturally nervous and helpless. It was difficult for him to explain why Hong Ning became like this. He really didn't do much, just one or two times.

The aunt had a playful look on her face, focusing more of her attention on Hong Ning, while sending a message to Zhao Qing: "Play with her."

Have fun?

How big a heart do you need to be able to bear this!

The next moment, Zhao Qing felt a chill rising from his tailbone and rushing straight to his forehead.

It was Hong Ning who leaned over behind him, her delicate little hands holding his shoulders... He could even feel that unique softness.

The woman's delicate body fits perfectly with his. In fact, Zhao Qing didn't touch this beautiful body too much.

But he obviously couldn't muster any desire at this moment, he just felt like a thousand alpaca horses were galloping through his heart.

Why was it that when my aunt and Hong Ning were fighting, I was the one who got hurt...

"Come on, Xiaoyi!"

The woman's impatient call sounded in his ears, and her hot and moist breath sprayed on his neck, making him feel itchy like a cat's claws.

My aunt raised her dark eyebrows slightly, and lifted her slender feet under her black dress. She took off her embroidered shoes one after another and got on the bed...

She put her arm on Hong Ning's hand and also put her arm around Zhao Qing's other shoulder.

"There are only six quiet rooms. Stay and rest tonight."

Hearing her aunt's naked invitation, her red lemon eyes trembled slightly, and she asked with a puzzled look on her face, "Then where is Zhao Qing going?"

Zhao Qing:?

Where the hell are you saying I'm going?

He really wanted to push Hong Ning to the ground and torture her.

But the fact is... now he doesn't even have the qualifications to speak.

My aunt also gave me a puzzled look: "My husband will naturally rest with us."

Hearing this, the woman's bright eyes fluttered slightly, and she leaned into Zhou Xiaoyi's arms with a smile.

He rested his head on his aunt's legs... and raised his fair face to meet her eyes.

"Sister, stop teasing me~"

"Although Zhao Qing is wrong to be promiscuous, it's also my fault for being shameless..."

"If my sister hadn't sent me a message saying she missed me, Hong Ning wouldn't have dared to come and cause trouble."

The aunt looked at the clear and serious eyes in her arms and was a little at a loss for a moment.

Hong Ning's sudden sincerity and frankness made her heart palpitate, but she also felt like a breath was being held back...very awkward.

She smiled and gently stroked the soft cheek in her arms: "Then let's go find Xian Ning to rest tonight, and let Zhao Qing stay here by himself."

Snapped!

A crisp slap sound and Hong Ning's faint moan rang out at the same time.

Zhao Qing grasped her delicate ankles tightly and pulled them up, then hit her butt hard.

He joked, "You already knew it was Xiaoyi who was communicating with you?"

Seeing that the fight between the two women was getting more intense, he had no choice but to intervene and remind them to temporarily cease fighting.

Hong Ning's delicate body trembled. She curled up her slender legs and glared at Zhao Qing fiercely. Then she smiled at her aunt, "Sister is more gentle than him in words, so it's easy to detect."

The aunt nodded with a smile, also glared at Zhao Qing, and took Hong Ning's delicate body into her arms.

"When did Mingshang arrive?"

"It's been a while. As a disciple of Yujing, Liang Qing's past experiences might have been covered up by Cuiyuan, so I thought I'd come and take a look first."

"Senior Sister Bai told me your itinerary privately..."

……

Zhao Qing was given the cold shoulder by two women in a row, and he leaned against his aunt with a wry smile.

no way.

He suffers when women fight, and he still suffers when women make peace.

Being a man is so difficult.

Si He: "The husband is weak! Qing!"

Zhao Qing did not respond to his father's teasing, but silently communicated with his aunt, analyzing Hong Ning's intermittent words.

When she arrived at Qiongchuanjian, Bai Wanqiu, Kong Yang and others did not make any movement.

Even Liu Zijing didn't go out to meet old friends...

This can only mean one thing - everyone is Hong Ning's undercover agent, even Liu Zijing was instigated by Bai Wanqiu to become a spectator.

Zhao Qing had a vague illusion that Hong Ning had arranged everything, whether it was helpers or information...

It's like having a ready meal, just waiting for him to take a bite, and then he can pat his butt and go home after he's done.

It's totally off the mark.

·

On the other side, in Shouyun Mountain’s small alchemy room.

Shuyue did not go to the waterfall to complete her homework this morning, but accompanied Qinghuan and Sihe to watch the live broadcast.

Qinghuan leaned against the window wall, supporting her chin with her white wrist, watching the game between Xiaoyi and Hongning with great interest. Seeing her host making jokes to reconcile the two, a hint of lingering regret appeared on her gentle face.

Shuyue leaned against the bedside, holding the little fox in her arms. From time to time, her bright eyes glanced at Qinghuan. Sihe's voice echoed in her ears: "Look at Qinghuan like this. Doesn't she have the lonely charm of a master?"

Wang Shuyue: "It's hard to be defeated."

In the conversation between Si He and Shu Yue, Gu Qinghuan was considered to be the supreme master. When he swung his sword, only the spirit could be seen, and no trace of blood could be seen.

She controlled Zhao Qing's mind in reverse, and her methods were a thousand times better than Hong Ning Xiaoyi's.

With an obedient attitude, she subtly tames her master - if you ask who Zhao Qing loves the most, it is definitely Qinghuan.

The despicable puppet is actually controlling the person holding the strings.

...at least that's how they arranged it.

·

Hong Ning sat cross-legged, pressing the thin silk socks under her body, and the smile in her eyes gradually faded.

She spoke as she thought.

"Liang Qing once cultivated in the Nine Swords Holy Land. He has extensive connections both in Zhongzhou and other provinces."

"Although time has passed, and Liang Qing is only at the Foundation Establishment stage now, he should still have a few close friends willing to protect him... like Lu Qing. These people cannot be neglected."

Zhao Qing and his aunt both nodded seriously.

This is also why they remain invisible.

Killing Liang Qing is not a simple martial arts duel, many factors are involved.

Even if Liang Qing has the protection of his Nascent Soul friend, it is impossible for him to be with him all the time... Therefore, he needs to find an opportunity to kill him and then leave.

The other is to rely on Qinglong's identity as a lifelong cultivator and the power of the Mingshang Xueyi lineage to try to find a safer opportunity - such as the Blood Son Trial.

But this also involves whether Mingshang Xueyi will make things easier for him.

After all, they are unfamiliar with the place, and the attitude of Yongning Blood God Peak cannot be equated with the attitude of Mingshang Blood Clothes lineage. What if something unexpected happens?

My aunt pondered and said, "Kong Yang is already trying to find out Liang Qing's background and whereabouts. For now, we can only lie low and wait for an opportunity."

Hong Ning raised her eyes slightly and glanced at Zhao Qing.

It’s hard to tell whether it’s a token of affection or a joke, I can only sense a vague sense of resentment.

She sighed softly and said, "Liang Qing has practiced for a long time. He was a disciple of the Nine Swords Holy Land a hundred years ago."

"I'm afraid that Cui Yuan has already covered up his past and background."

"All Kong Yang could find out was his movements in Mingshang in recent years..."

Hong Ning waved her slender hand lightly, and the light from the spiritual ring on her finger flashed by.