mtl008 Chapter 239 I’m Not Incapable of Needlework
Chapter 239 I’m Not Incapable of Needlework
"Master, right?"
Qing Huan asked softly.
The next moment, she felt the various medicinal properties reflected in her mind disappear, and her cheek was gently caressed by the man...
Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes and found that her master had already put away the elixir grass.
His spiritual consciousness was suppressed, and he could only rely on his spiritual perception and smell to distinguish things with his eyes closed.
Nine Wonderful Medicinal Bodies...
Zhao Qing smiled at Qing Huan and said, "After you get home, you might as well find some Dancao and try to verify it yourself."
He didn't do any further research, after all, he was in the White Horse Temple.
Si He nodded slightly and immediately removed the barrier. Any movement around them was instantly sensed by the three people's spiritual consciousness, and the feeling of illusion and isolation disappeared without a trace.
Gu Qinghuan and Zhao Qing looked at each other, and a smile appeared on their faces.
She knew in her heart that the elixir she had just identified was certainly correct.
But the master avoided the question. Was he teasing and training Qinghuan?
That's great.
Zhao Qing looked at Qinghuan's inexplicable smile, pinched her ear, and asked her to go to the Sutra Pavilion and knock on the door.
He had a vague feeling that Qinghuan must have known about the existence of the panel, which led to the maximum bond.
Maybe Qinghuan felt closer to him?
Life and death together...
Shuyue and Qinghuan both received bond rewards, and I wonder what the bond rewards for my aunt will be.
Zhao Qing's eyes swept across the virtual panel that occasionally appeared.
It turns out that this is a fragment of the way of heaven, no wonder it is so magical.
To be honest, this should be an opportunity that belongs to my family.
dong dong.
Gu Qinghuan lightly gathered her sleeves and slowly knocked on the dilapidated wooden door.
Soon, a woman's sweet laughter could be heard: "Xiao Huiguang, sister doesn't want to eat breakfast."
Qing Huan's phoenix eyes fluttered, and she said softly, "It's me, Qing Huan."
"And the master and my sister." She added as if to remind her mother.
The woman in the wooden pavilion fell into a brief silence.
After a moment, Li Qingci said slowly, "Wait a moment."
……
Zhao Qing heard Si He's laughter: "You never mentioned anything about the relationship."
It is not a transmission of thoughts, but a secret art of transmitting sound.
Fish water?
He knew that Si He was talking about dual cultivation to increase his aptitude. Every time he practiced dual cultivation, the panel would appear and block the transmission of his thoughts. Si He had already sensed this.
but……
Does dual cultivation not increase my qualifications mean I won’t sleep with my wife?
He responded, "You haven't really tried."
Si He quietly looked at the monks in groups in the distance, chuckled and whispered, "Hasn't this been tried in Zhaoyao Mountain when our minds merged?"
Zhao Qing flatly denied it.
"That doesn't count. At most, it's just the two of us watching a movie together. That doesn't count."
Si He considered it for a moment, then cast a short barrier and asked, "Have you ever thought about why the fragments of the Heavenly Dao have become so foul in your body?"
How can you say that?
Zhao Qing frowned. "The Yin-Yang Dao is the destination of lust and the origin of life. How can it be dirty?"
I heard Si He's mockery.
"Pooh!"
"I don't think you're a serious person, which is why the fragments of the Heavenly Dao have evolved so horribly!"
I'm not a serious person? That's impossible!
Zhao Qing pondered for a moment.
Seriously said: "There is something I want to ask."
"Why does your body tremble and even twitch when I touch the horns on your head? Does it hurt?"
Si He gave him a fierce look: "What do you think?"
……
Without a sound, the door of the Sutra Pavilion was opened.
A beautiful woman with an enchanting figure was standing behind the door with a smile on her face. Zhao Qing was instantly startled.
Seeing Li Qingci again after two years, her smile looked more like Qinghuan... No, that's not the case.
The beautiful woman looked even more charming than last time.
Her wet hair kept dripping with water, and even the faded Zen robe could not hide her inherent charm.
Her inky black hair fell behind her, and water stains stained large areas of her clothes.
Zhao Qing's heart was moved, not because he had any dirty thoughts, but because he was surprised that Li Qingci still had long hair.
He thought he would meet a nun today...
Li Qingci looks very similar to Qinghuan, but she is more plump and lively. Looking at her now, there is less weathering between her eyebrows and eyes, and a touch of laziness.
"It's Zhao Qing who's here!"
She smiled sweetly and pulled Qinghuan over, her eyes sweeping over Sihe. While she was surprised by the woman's extraordinary temperament, she was also a little worried that her daughter would be ostracized at home.
Zhao Qing smiled and nodded: "Auntie."
Sensing Si He's thoughts, he didn't introduce them any further.
The white-haired woman narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, exchanged a glance with the beautiful woman, then lowered her head and stepped into the Sutra Pavilion.
The world is absurd.
The prostitutes from Heyang County, Tianshui Commandery, and the gods from Tai'a Mountain in the Mountain and Sea Realm actually have some intersections.
Li Qingci was an ordinary woman after all, and she wouldn't be shy if only Qinghuan came.
After just flipping through a few volumes of scriptures, she already understood what it meant to be a foundation-building cultivator.
Perhaps, there isn't even a single foundation-building person in the entire Heyang County...
The beautiful woman pushed Qinghuan, and Qinghuan naturally went to empty the bathtub next to the bookshelf. Her sister must have been taking a bath early in the morning.
Li Qingci smiled naturally: "Qing, when did you arrive in Heyang?"
Zhao Qing noticed the other party's confusion and replied softly, "I just arrived early this morning and came straight here."
The beautiful woman nodded and asked with concern, "By boat?"
"We entered the river from the Kaihe Wharf in Tianshui County the night before. Qinghuan felt that riding a boat was more comfortable than riding a horse." Zhao Qing said.
In fact, he wanted to say that the spirit boat arrived in the blink of an eye, but considering that Li Qingci had never practiced cultivation, he just spoke some ordinary family words like ordinary people.
Wow!
Qinghuan directly turned the bathtub over outside the Sutra Pavilion, and then placed it on the sunny side to dry.
The interior of the Sutra Pavilion is different from that of ordinary houses.
It was filled with messy yellowed books and crisscrossing wooden shelves.
There is no bedroom dedicated to rest...
Li Qingci moved the wooden shelves and books and simply enclosed a place for rest and living.
The remaining space was filled with outer halls. Although the temple was full of men, no one had any improper thoughts about her.
When they went down the mountain to distribute porridge, they would occasionally call her to join them. Young monks would often come to the Sutra Pavilion to deliver food, and she would also go out to bring some meals and pastries to the temple.
The beautiful woman sighed softly and giggled from time to time as she recounted what she had seen and heard in the past two years.
"The abbot came to see me a few days ago and gave me some money, asking me to find some skilled workers to repair the courtyard wall."
"In the past, the little bald men all sewed their own clothes, and occasionally went to the cloth shop in the south of the county to buy cloth, but now they all send it to me."
Qing Huan held her sister's hand and smiled at Zhao Qing, "When my sister brought me to Heyang, I did needlework for a while."
Zhao Qing nodded slightly and listened quietly.
Si He paced in the Sutra Pavilion, occasionally chatting with Li Qingci, his attention focused on the withered books.
There wasn't much room to sit in the Sutra Pavilion, only a huge faceless statue standing there.
The statue had long been dilapidated, and was in a cross-legged position twisting a string of beads, but the string of stone beads had long been broken.
A clean and tidy bed sheet was draped over the statue's hands, along with the beautiful woman's clean Zen robes and embroidered shoes... This also avoided any awkwardness between men and women.
After all, the temple was full of men, and it would not be convenient for a woman like her to hang her underwear outside to dry.
Zhao Qing glanced over and smiled at Si He.
He could even imagine the scene where Li Qingci used the statue of the Bodhi lineage to dry underwear.
The beautiful woman Yingying stood up, took some old tea from her small bedroom, and brewed it for the three of them.
The faded porcelain cup was placed on the legs of the statue, with mist floating in the air and sunlight coming through the window, reflecting traces of light.
Si He sniffed lightly, and then her beautiful eyes fixed.
Zhao Qing instantly sensed her thoughts and said softly, "This tea is quite good."
Gu Qinghuan now possesses the Nine Wonderful Medicinal Body and has also noticed some abnormalities.
The old tea that my mother took out...maybe it’s a rare treasure from the immortal world!
Li Qingci smiled and said, "Hui Guang brought it here. When he first arrived here, he sent half a pound over."
"I bought another can before the New Year, about three or five ounces."
"Qing, you take some back to Songshan."
Si He raised her beautiful eyes slightly, looked up at the statue in front of her, and remained silent.
She didn't drink the tea.
But Zhao Qing picked up the teacup...
As you take a sip, the rich tea aroma seems to leave the cup and enter through all seven orifices straight to the top of your head.
Although the porcelain cup in his hand was burning hot, Zhao Qing shuddered for no reason.
Half a pound?
He had never tasted this tea, but from his current perspective... the value of half a pound might be a fortune he could not imagine.
At the annual Jingzhe gathering at Blood God Peak, extremely precious spiritual tea appears.
What I have been drinking in the past two years is Qingshen, which comes from the Zizhu lineage.
After drinking it, it feels like a pool of sweet spring water is pouring into the mind, making the consciousness clearer and the perception more distinct.
It is easier to understand and grasp the magic and military tactics that you have practiced.
The old tea that Li Qingci took out was even more effective than the tea in the tea house!
The effect is... no effect.
At least Zhao Qing didn't feel any use yet, but his consciousness felt more comfortable, and he seemed to see Shuyue wearing a bright red wedding dress in the evening again.
He suddenly felt that time was passing by quickly and time was hard to catch up with.
Everything before my eyes seemed so unreal.
Heaven.
gods.
prostitute.
Alchemist.
A dilapidated statue.
An old monk who imprisoned himself.
The panel that appeared before my eyes seemed to distort and change.
Back to that early morning after the rain.
【Wang Shuyue】
[Respect each other like guests]
The girl's black hair was stuck to her chin, and her wet clothes outlined her delicate body. She stood in the rain and smiled softly.
"Husband, the spiritual seeds you bought have been washed out by the rain! Many of them have already sprouted... Wait for Shuyue to dry some of them, and many of them will survive."
Those seeds... eventually rotted.
I seemed to hear Xiaoyi's whispers in my ears. That day she talked a lot while leaning on my shoulder.
It is said that she and Miss Xiu waited for a long time on the pleasure boat. During the Lantern Festival, people came and went, and there were many vendors on the long street of Changshui County. The light and shadow of the pleasure boat reflected on the melting river, and the floating paper lanterns were very beautiful.
Unfortunately, Zhao Qing didn’t show up.
Sun Qian was quite well behaved, but she died.
Hong Ning isn’t that pretty when she smiles, maybe I’ve gotten used to her… I wonder if I’ll be able to see her again in the future.
The gods and Buddhas before him seemed to have transformed into humans, and they looked at him with compassion.
It looks like Daoxin, but not like him.
The smell in the temple seems familiar, is it Chunsi Wangxi?
The day he met Si He, the song he had heard in Tianxiang Tower resurfaced in his mind, but he could hardly remember it clearly because it was so fragmented.
That night, deep in Shouyun Mountain.
White hair dancing wildly.
The cold demon god seemed to gradually merge with the girl. She stepped on her chest and sneered contemptuously: "Let's get to know each other again. I am your attending physician, Si He."
hum!
Distorted light and shadows overlapped and reappeared before my eyes, and before I knew it, a cup of bitter tea had been finished.
The Zen robes on the statue fluttered in the wind, and the morning breeze penetrated through the window. It was still a little chilly in the autumn in Heyang Mountain.
Si He's whisper came to his mind: "This is not something a Foundation Establishment cultivator should drink."
"Mortals can drink it, but you can't. It has a similar effect to enlightenment and enlightenment, and it can be used by Nascent Soul cultivators to break through."
Zhao Qing: ???
Gu Qinghuan slowly put down the teacup and stared at Zhao Qing with her watery eyes, wondering what she was thinking.
Only Li Qingci remained calm as usual. He poured two more cups and said with a smile, "Miss Sihe, don't you want to try it?"
She had never practiced cultivation and had no spiritual awareness, so she was unable to appreciate the exquisiteness of this rare treasure.
Zhao Qing was amazed.
Boss!
This person's generosity is too great. Is this something a mortal can afford to drink?
Half a pound per year! ?
Si He politely declined Li Qingci, saying that she was the product of incense and could not eat or drink.
The withered and yellowed scriptures were blown by the breeze, turning the pages rustlingly...
There were still some ink ashes on the swept ground. Zhao Qing, who came from a kitchen, naturally knew what they were - the remains of burned books.
For a moment, he was speechless.
Gods and Buddhas hang their shoes on the ground, exotic tea is used as water, and scriptures are used as firewood...
Otherwise, I will also do needlework for a few days and bring Shuyue to sew clothes together.
Si He's words rang in his ears.
"She's already practicing, but she doesn't know it."
"It's just that there are some differences from ordinary cultivators. The path of the Bodhi lineage is a bit peculiar."
"It's a bit like the story in the novels where one attains enlightenment overnight."
“Although it’s not as exaggerated as this, it is still very beneficial to the improvement of realm, completely abandoning the effectiveness of spiritual roots.”
"I'm a little curious... without spiritual roots, how can I condense the energy into my body?"