Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 243 It’s too late

Life is like a flash of lightning in the universe.

Zhao Qing seemed to have returned to the days in Huima Lane in Danxia City, practicing alchemy and meditating every day...

At that time, he was only at the third level of Qi training and had just married a young wife. Due to the beast tide incident in Shouyun Mountain, he had to leave the sect and temporarily live in the market to avoid it.

Shuyue was still very young. She had a clay pot, a small bed, and a dozen spirit stones - that was all she had.

When I look up at the stars at night, I feel that it is nothing special, but I occasionally miss my parents in my previous life, wonder if my younger brother who hangs out in the Internet cafe all day has passed the college entrance examination, and wonder if my little nephew has double eyelids.

At that time, the Changsheng Sword Sect was still unattainable...

Time flies.

All the past events have become a thing of the past.

Zhao Qing didn't think about his past life for a long time. He had taken root in this world and had found someone more important in his eyes.

Although the State of Chu was small, it was large enough for it to survive.

The three wives cannot be called the most beautiful women in the world, but they are all close friends and are worth staying with for a lifetime.

The fire in the furnace of the past is no longer there, and the furnace where spiritual consciousness evolved seems a little ethereal, just like the past ten years that have flown by.

The bedroom was particularly quiet. Shuyue was still by his side while he was refining the elixir.

It's as if nothing has changed.

Back then he was at the third level of Qi training, and as luck would have it, now he is... at the third level of foundation building.

The servants who used to be extremely reserved when entering the Blood Robe Commercial Building are now preparing for the Blood Son Trial.

Bai Po Dan is a breakthrough elixir for the Foundation Establishment Period. It has extremely complex medicinal properties. Although the ingredients are expensive, it is nothing to their family now.

However, Shuyue could no longer understand the pill formula, and could not match the names of the medicinal herbs with the actual ingredients to help grind them...

She just leaned on the bed and kept company silently.

Silently, the door was pushed open, and a chill instantly swept through the bedroom.

Qinghuan prepared the ingredients for dinner and returned to the bedroom to be with her master.

Without saying anything, Shuyue grabbed a water robe and went to the front yard to find Xiaoyi to fight with her sword.

Zhao Qing, who was concentrating on controlling the alchemy furnace, had a smile on his face.

These days, when he was refining the elixir, Shuyue Qinghuan and Xiaoyi took turns putting down their work and staying by his side, just like visiting him in prison.

But generally speaking, Qinghuan spends more time with me.

After all, she can help prepare the ingredients for the elixir, whether it is grinding it into powder or catalyzing the liquid medicine in advance, and helping out can save a lot of time.

The woman paused and gazed for a moment, then tidied up the soft pillow that Shuyue had just held, and opened the window a little to dispel the slightly strong scent of the dew.

She took off her outer skirt and nude socks, walked lightly to the opposite side of her master and sat cross-legged.

The refined mind was used, and the condensed consciousness turned into another alchemy furnace, which condensed the alchemy herbs to be used next in advance.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Qing slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and another Baipo Pill fell into the furnace.

Although this pill is not difficult to refine, it requires a high level of spiritual awareness, and he can only refine it one by one.

A panel appeared before my eyes.

[Gained Hundred Breaking Pill Proficiency: 1]

[Bai Po Dan: Mastering the Art of Comprehension (16/100)]

He carefully examined the pill in his hand, and then threw it directly into the jade cup beside him.

For ordinary foundation-building cultivators, it is not difficult to advance to a small realm after taking this pill. However, the damage caused by the powerful medicinal power washing through the meridians will affect their cultivation.

There is no chance to take a second pill, as that would be tantamount to destroying one's future.

However, for Zhao Qing, he obviously regarded the pills in front of him as a cushion. At least he had to cultivate his proficiency to a level where he could master them thoroughly before trying to seriously refine a few high-quality or even top-quality pills.

Whether you eat it yourself or leave it for your wife to eat in the future, it can be used.

He originally planned to buy it directly. Although this top-grade elixir was rare, there were many talented people in the world. He could ask his sixth senior brother to contact Cheng Yue to buy it, and there was no need to rely on the long-term allocation of the Blood Clothes Shop.

However, considering that refining nerves can sharpen spiritual awareness, he refined it himself.

Not only could he earn some spirit stones, but he also did not practice spiritual consciousness specifically after building his foundation, so he only had the mysterious means of laying down spiritual imprints, but was unable to perfectly control the spiritual power dozens of miles away.

If you want to truly fly a sword a thousand feet high, you have to rely on ultimate spiritual control.

The woman sitting cross-legged in front of him had a gentle expression, and there was a hint of smile in her phoenix eyes.

She had already prepared the elixir and bone powder she would use next, and had already used her spiritual consciousness to refine them slightly beforehand...

The two alchemy furnaces evolved from spiritual consciousness slowly touched each other, merged into a more condensed spiritual medicine furnace, and then separated.

Zhao Qing took the elixir prepared by Qinghuan and prepared to make the pill directly.

The alternation of consciousness caused the woman's delicate body to tremble slightly, but she did not have too many romantic thoughts in her mind. Instead, she was concentrating on preparing auxiliary medicines and materials.

Zhao Qing had never refined pills with Qinghuan before, but he only started trying it recently.

It was during these few days that he truly realized the usefulness of his "medicine slave".

With Qinghuan helping him, refining the pills was really easy and he didn't have to worry too much about the situation in the furnace.

As for the order of adding the medicinal herbs, condensing the medicinal energy into the spiritual liquid, and retaining the complementary medicinal properties... you don't have to worry about any of that.

Qinghuan, who possesses the Nine Miraculous Medicinal Body, can do it very well, even better than him who has cheats.

He also only knew how to combine the various medicinal properties of the elixir ingredients, how to take the dosage, and how to preserve the medicinal properties to the maximum extent.

Qing Huan even knew where these medicinal materials came from, how many years they grew in what environment, how to cultivate them, how to treat the difference between cold and hot seasons, etc.

Part of this is due to her special physique, but more of it is because she has never stopped studying the Dancao Sutra over the years.

And with a beautiful woman by your side, you can relax a little after refining a batch of pills.

If you indulge in extreme desires, you will be unable to control your excitement.

Qinghuan is even more of a kitten that tickles people's hearts.

Bend your knees and lower your arms, or bend your body to show your extremely flexible figure, with your delicate goose neck raised.

It's really out of control.

time flies.

Finally, the medicinal liquid in the furnace suddenly condensed and turned into a sharp arrow.

"Woo..."

Qinghuan's cheeks were flushed, and there was a glimmer of light in the corner of her eyes. She coughed twice and breathed slightly.

As her jade neck rose and fell, her tearful smile looked particularly charming.

Seeing this, Zhao Qing took the woman into his arms to comfort her, saying softly, "Don't drink too much. Shuyue just said that she was going to force you to drink tonight."

Qinghuan's complexion was rosy and her slender legs were tense.

"I can drink any amount of wine and enjoy myself."

"Does the master prefer to be drunken and alone?"

Zhao Qing's face was filled with contemplation. If he didn't use his spiritual energy to dispel the drunkenness, how could he behave like a human being after Qinghuan was drunk...

Love is terrible.

He smiled and nodded, wiping the elixir from Qinghuan's lips.

Looking at the smile of the woman in his arms, Zhao Qing felt a little emotional.

Qing Huan rarely asked himself whether he liked her like today. To be precise, he had never done so before.

Over the years, the bonds have constantly changed.

From a chance encounter and mutual respect at the beginning... to sharing weal and woe and being together through life and death.

Qinghuan seemed to have not changed, but in fact she had changed a lot, at least Zhao Qing himself could vaguely perceive it.

He knew very well that Qinghuan had a strong personality and rarely expressed her feelings in words.

Compared to Xiaoyi's occasional jokes and bold attempts, Qinghuan is more suitable for quiet and silent companionship, and can feel a subtle attachment.

There was no ambiguity between him and Qinghuan, and he never had the same heartbeat as Xiaoyi.

It's a kind of symbiosis, as if the two of them were meant to complete each other.

At this moment, Zhao Qing smiled and said, "I thought you would never ask me such a question in your life."

Gu Qinghuan's phoenix eyes fluttered, and she spoke softly, "Qinghuan is also a woman, so naturally she wants her master to pamper her more."

"only……"

"Somewhat clumsy."

Not good at speaking?

Zhao Qing was surprised: "Wasn't it quite agile just now?"

The woman pursed her red lips and slowly smiled.

She naturally knew that what Zhao Qing said was not a matter of words: "As long as the master likes it."

Zhao Qing rubbed the corners of the beauty's eyes lovingly and said with a smile, "Call me husband."

Gu Qinghuan's voice was as soft as a mosquito: "Husband."

For a moment, a subtle sense of satisfaction filled the man's mind.

It was as if he had accomplished some great cause. It was not easy to hear Qinghuan call him "husband" normally.

The yin energy in his mind was rippling, as if Si He was also very excited.

Zhao Qing couldn't quite understand what she was talking about...

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Call me...husband."

Hearing these somewhat awkward words, Gu Qinghuan was a little stunned for a moment.

Her eyes, full of spring, met her master's gaze and she slowly spoke: "Husband..."

Hearing the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar name, Zhao Qing was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

The beauty in his arms had a slender figure and a gentle temperament. In his previous life, her appearance could be described as stunning... Unconsciously, he couldn't help himself.

Gu Qinghuan closed her eyes slightly, feeling her master kissing her hair gently. Drops of crystal tears rolled down, passing through her delicate jawline and dripping onto the carpet.

She didn't know what she was thinking about, but her tears flowed like a flood, becoming turbulent in an instant.

The woman's delicate body trembled slightly, and she snuggled tightly in her master's arms, breathing greedily and sobbing constantly.

Zhao Qing remained silent, quietly holding Qing Huan in his arms. He guessed that perhaps Qing Huan had been suppressed for too long...

A woman with tears in her eyes looks more delicate.

"Damn Qinghuan... It's Qinghuan's fault. I made the master worry."

Zhao Qing was stunned, but he still tried his best to comfort the delicate body in his arms.

But Qinghuan was like a child who had received honey. She hugged his shoulders tightly and would not let go, and her tears flowed even more violently.

After a long time.

Xiaoyi and Shuyue were preparing for the feast at night, but their consciousness was focused on the bedroom in the backyard.

Gu Qinghuan's face was tearful, but she had a satisfied smile on her face. For a moment she looked extremely seductive, but more like a crazy beauty.

She lay on the ground, her delicate head resting on her master's arm, her beautiful eyes blank and lifeless.

The crimson lips were stained with tears, making them look even plumper.

"Qinghuan grew up in a brothel. Although she was protected by her sister, she has heard and seen a lot of absurd things." Her originally soft voice became a little hoarse, and her words were intermittent.

"There's no matchmaker for her, and she's still in her teens without a lover. No man would even look at Qing Huan straight in the eye... Not to mention the story of a lover riding a childhood sweetheart, it's just wishful thinking."

She looked at Zhao Qing with tears in her eyes.

He whispered again, "Qing Huan was already 22 years old when she met the Master. In the mortal world, most people are mothers of two or three children..."

"How can I be so acquainted with my master like a young girl?"

Qinghuan was silent for a long time, then spoke slowly.

"Qing Huan was picked up by the master from Dancaofang, so it's inevitable that she feels that the encounter is not as complete as that of an ordinary girl."

"I dare not show my attachment easily. I beg my husband to love me more."

The woman held Zhao Qing's arm tightly, closed her eyes and whispered, "Qinghuan is already thirty years old, Master."

"She's a woman now."

"Half my life has passed."

"Ever since Qing Huan could remember, she was constantly being scolded by her elder sister and her benefactor. Even when she was working at the martial arts academy doing laundry and cooking, she was inevitably verbally humiliated by the young lady because of her past."

"After following the master for so many years, Qing Huan suddenly wants some pampering... but it's too late."

Zhao Qing leaned against the bed, caressing the woman's delicate body, and whispered, "It's not too late."

"After building the foundation, your life span far exceeds that of practicing Qi. For nearly three hundred years, Master will repay what God owes you."

He hugged Qinghuan and sighed secretly, combing her tear-soaked hair with his fingers.

How much suffering does a fifteen-year-old girl who escaped from a brothel have to endure in a secular martial arts hall if she wants to reach the path of immortality?

Zhao Qing didn't know.

It was not until the girl's youth was gone and her best years passed like smoke that she thought about asking her man to pamper her more and more.

Gu Qinghuan bit her lip with her pearly teeth, and after a long moment of silence she said quietly, "No need for Master to replenish it."

"Qing Huan has long forgotten the offenses she suffered over the years."

Her smile was somewhat sad and beautiful.

"Qinghuan has never been educated and has always followed her sister around. She speaks harshly."

"It's not that I don't want to talk more to the master, but all I've heard since I was a child is dirty words..."

"I don't have many special abilities. Apart from dancing, I can only use my body to please the Master. I am already very content to accompany the Master in refining pills these past few days."

Zhao Qing took a deep breath, held Qinghuan's slender hand tightly and pressed it to the ground.

"Call me husband!"

The woman shook her head and said with a charming smile, "I've called you Master for so many years, and I feel uneasy when you suddenly change your words."

Her hands were held firmly, and her phoenix eyes fluttered gently: "Master, please don't treat Qing Huan as your wife."

"Just treat it as a medicine slave."

As if recalling the past, Qing Huan's eyes flashed with mischief: "Back then, the master was very cruel to Qing Huan, forcing him to kneel on the ground."

Zhao Qing was silent for a moment.

"But I regret it now."

The woman panted slightly, her cheeks flushed: "It's too late!"

"Master...it's too late."

Zhao Qing looked at the charming face in front of him and felt a fire burning in his chest, but in the end he temporarily suppressed his desire and held Qinghuan in his arms and stayed with her quietly.

Gu Qinghuan snuggled up quietly, occasionally speaking.

It was as if he had become a different person, no longer the taciturn person he used to be.

"Qinghuan's handwriting is very ugly. Occasionally, when I see Xiaoyi writing and drawing, I also want to study. But I'd better study the spear technique first."

"Sister read a lot of books in the Sutra Pavilion..."

She smiled and looked sideways, resting her head on the man's shoulder: "But... I don't understand what she said, I really don't understand."

"Huang Xuejiu is a good person. He even brought Liu Pan with him when he went to teach in the county. At least Liu Pan will be successful in his cultivation in the future and won't end up like Qing Huan."

Zhao Qing frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, "I think your handwriting is quite elegant. The seamless strokes have a unique charm."

"Pfft~"

The woman's delicate body trembled.

Smiling, she said, "Calligraphy is naturally beautiful only when it is grand. Qinghuan's handwriting lacks hooks and pauses because he doesn't know how to handle the final dot of ink."

"And there's no structure to it. You can only read it sentence by sentence. When you put them together, it's too ugly to be read."