frightfiction Chapter 136 Spring Temple forgets to rest
Chapter 136 Spring Temple forgets to rest
Chapter 138 Spring Temple Forgets Rest
Living there without rest, jumping balls like the sun and the moon.
The end of the year is approaching.
This year's winter was a little special, with Danxia absent of flying snow.
Zhao Qing walked on the streets of Beifang against the cold wind.
Gu Qinghuan followed closely beside him, her eyes filled with indescribable joy.
Her cold, slender hand was held tightly by her master, and her sleeves fluttered in the wind, like drifting clouds.
"If you don't practice hard anymore, Shuyue's cultivation will surpass yours." Zhao Qing said.
Shuyue had already broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining a few days ago, but Qinghuan was still stuck at the fifth level...
Gu Qinghuan smiled and said, "Sister has a single spiritual root, so her progress will naturally be faster."
"Qing Huan doesn't ask for much. A person at the fifth level of Qi Refining has a lifespan of over a hundred years, which is enough for Qing Huan to serve the master."
Zhao Qing glanced sideways and asked with a smile, "What will you do if I establish my foundation in the future?"
When the woman heard this, her beautiful face was filled with indifference.
"Qing Huan's talent is dull. If he can go that far, it would be great. If not... I'd be content."
The next moment, she felt a sharp pain in her delicate wrist.
"No, I'm not satisfied."
Gu Qinghuan said softly: "Then Qinghuan will practice hard..."
Zhao Qing held her wrist tightly and wandered around Beifang.
My aunt and Shuyue were decorating the house. This was his last time to visit Danxia City.
After the Lanqingji opens... the whole family will set off and escape thousands of miles away.
You don’t need to buy any resources this time.
Just buying some daily necessities and taking Qinghuan out for some fresh air.
My aunt has mentioned this matter several times, and I feel like my ears are callused just by hearing it.
Zhao Qing realized that his aunt cared more about family harmony than he did.
Every few days, I would analyze Shuyue's mental state and study whether Qinghuan would be sad...
Including herself, she is also carefully guarding the peace of the family.
Zhao Qing has always believed that his aunt is a wise assistant who can help him with advice.
But now I find...she seems to care more about family matters.
There was even a clear division of labor.
After finding a place to stay in Lin'an County, she paid attention to Shuyue's practice and emotions.
Qinghuan is left to myself.
As for what Qinghuan said about lifespan, Zhao Qing didn't care at all.
He could break through to the eighth level of Qi Refining at any time, and the resources for building the foundation were also complete.
You just need to slowly polish your spiritual consciousness and cultivate the spiritual energy in your dantian, and everything will come naturally.
After he has established his foundation, the degree of spiritual energy condensation will undergo a complete qualitative change. With his proficiency in the Xuan Cai Yin Yang Jue further improved, Qing Huan's cultivation will also improve rapidly.
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In a hairdress shop in Beifang.
Gu Qinghuan's eyes were full of excitement as she bought many jade hairpins, jade hairpins and pearl flowers.
Some she wore herself, and some she picked out for Shuyue and Xiaoyi.
They are all mundane ornaments.
Zhao Qing was waiting on the side and could see that Qinghuan was in good shape today.
He had a strange feeling in his heart.
Qinghuan is like a kitten at home, following me out for a walk, and my whole spirit and energy have changed a little.
It seems Xiaoyi understands women better...
Qinghuan is also an ordinary female cultivator. She has joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, but she never shows it when she is around him.
Unlike his aunt's meticulous observation, Zhao Qing also has his own unique skills.
After handing over the gold and silver, he took the woman's slender hand.
Go straight to the end of Beifang, a cotton shop at the entrance of Hongliu Lane.
Gu Qinghuan followed his master with a smile on his face, without looking at the road or saying a word.
After a while.
Zhao Qing found the needlework woman in the shop and took out a receipt from his storage ring: "Huimaxiang Zhao Qing."
"I'm here to pick up the stuffed doll I ordered the other day."
The woman took the receipt, thought for a moment, and said in a gentle voice, "Sir, please wait a moment."
At this moment, Zhao Qing clearly felt Qinghuan's cold little hands trembling slightly.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
It seems all women are the same...
Gu Qinghuan's eyes moved slightly, staring straight at the figure of Nuhong walking away.
She pursed her lips and remained silent.
I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
Not long after, when the needlework appeared again, her eyes widened instantly and her body trembled slightly.
A five-inch tall stuffed animal was passed around by both hands...
The crimson lips on the silk-crocheted head are slightly parted, with snow-line surrounding them, as if smiling.
The eyebrows and eyes are distinct, and the lines are somewhat similar to mine.
The doll was wearing a white dress, and on its flabby wrist, a touch of green was embroidered crookedly, like a jade bracelet.
His head was covered in thick black hair, three inches long, reaching his waist.
Gu Qinghuan was in a daze, with crystal drops dripping from under her delicate jaw.
She knew what was on the doll's head...
When I was in Zhongzhou, I cut the love thread for my master.
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The woman in red needlework said in a delicate voice, "Sir, take a look. Is there anything else that needs repairing?"
Zhao Qing glanced sideways at Gu Qinghuan: "I'm asking you."
The woman's lips tightened and she nodded subconsciously.
Then he quickly reacted and shook his head heavily.
Zhao Qing raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her pretty face, took off the storage ring on her finger, and put the doll into it.
He laughed and said, "You have to smile normally to seem more genuine."
Qing Huan was silent for a long time, then cried, "Ugly..."
She raised her beautiful face, opened her crimson lips and smiled, and tears rolled down like a river with its floodgates opened.
In a daze, I was pulled away from Beifang by my master.
A soft voice came from my ear: "Don't lose it again."
Gu Qinghuan only felt that his mind was churning in the waves... and then he was smashed to pieces by a building ship.
My mind went blank and I felt almost suffocated.
Even if Qing Huan were to die, he would never lose it...
She whispered, "Okay..."
The crystals blown by the cold wind sparkle like pearls and jade under the winter sun.
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After two sticks of incense, we arrived at Tianxiang Tower in the West Square.
Zhao Qing took Gu Qinghuan to the last stop of the day.
In the quiet room, covered by a veil.
A warm, astringent and silent scent lingers around the nose, like the scent of burning sandalwood and amber, as if you are in a deep ancient temple.
But it is also mixed with the slight bitterness of ebony and a hint of spiciness, giving it a complex and inexplicable feeling.
A few rattan chairs and a square stone table.
There is a stove on the table heating tea, and the steam is slowly dissipating.
clank!
The sound of a zither echoed from behind the gauze curtain, and a soft voice came: "Master Zhao, Miss Gu."
"This song is 'Spring Temple Forgetting Rest'..."
In the small space, the faint sound of piano echoed.
The woman stood up from the rattan chair, knelt in front of her master, and whispered, "Wine."
Zhao Qing thought for a moment and took out a pot of spirit wine.
The face before my eyes was covered with tear marks without me noticing when.
He gently held her delicate head in his arms, but she slowly broke free.
Gu Qinghuan's phoenix eyes closed slightly, and when they opened again, there seemed to be flames rising in them.
"My sister said she would teach me how to warm wine for guests...but Qinghuan didn't have time to learn."
Zhao Qing's eyes narrowed slightly.
Gu Qinghuan has two older sisters, one of whom is Shuyue.
The other one is...Gu Qingci, a prostitute from Tianshui County.
At this moment, Qinghuan smiled and slowly rolled up her sleeves to reveal her slender arms.
Then he picked up the teacup on the table and poured a glass of spirit wine.
Using spiritual energy to control it, he placed it into the rising fire.
Zhao Qing pulled her up from the ground, held her in his arms and comforted her.
Today Qing Huan's psychological care has come to a successful conclusion...
He actually felt more relieved when he saw Qinghuan crying than when he saw her smile...at least it seemed more normal this way.
The sound of the piano in my ears gradually faded away.
The next moment, the sound of heavy strings sounded like a bell, as if constantly urging the two to fall asleep.
The delicate body in my arms was no longer tense, and her beautiful face gradually became peaceful.
【Gu Qinghuan】
Intimacy
[Obtain Wood Spiritual Root Qualification: 10]
[Water Spiritual Root Qualification: 10]
[Fire Spiritual Root Qualification: 10]
Zhao Qing calmed down, looked at the sleeping woman in his arms, and held her waist tightly.
A temple seemed to appear before my eyes.
The morning light is dim and the breeze is blowing gently.
Looking back, the forest was shrouded in the morning mist, empty and lonely.
He walked slowly into the temple...
The sound of wooden fish, chanting, and bells from the distant mountains.
Incessantly.
Two sticks of incense later, the woman in his arms suddenly woke up.
Gu Qinghuan stared at Zhao Qing who was immersed in the sound of the piano, and then looked at the teacup that was red from the fire.
More than half of the spiritual wine has disappeared.
She thought for a moment, then picked up the wine jug and filled it up.
Half an hour later... the teacup became empty again.
The woman poured more wine.
Over and over again, the piano music in her ears seemed to have no effect on her at all.
She couldn't suppress her thoughts at all.
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Three hours later.
The evening bell echoed, Zhao Qing slowly opened his eyes, and in the hazy state he only saw -
The woman in front of him handed over the teacup with a smile.
"Master, the wine is warm."
Zhao Qing was stunned.
Qinghuan hasn't reached the realm of spiritual refinement yet, so how could he wake up before me?
The music in Tianxianglou doesn't sound good...
He took the teacup that Qinghuan handed to him with both hands. It was scorching hot... He almost threw it away.
Although monks are not afraid of heat, this is too hot, brother?
The next moment, Zhao Qing noticed Gu Qinghuan's hands.
There were blood-red blisters between her green jade fingers...obviously burns from holding the cup.
Damn, over-maintained?
Why has Qinghuan become even more sick?
His heart trembled slightly, and he gently raised the glass, letting the scalding liquor flow down his throat.
A spicy feeling rushed straight to the top of my head, and it seemed as if a line of fire was ignited in my throat, burning my heart.
Zhao Qing stood up and held the woman's hot hand, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Gu Qinghuan shook her head lightly, smiling brightly: "Qinghuan's hands...are they still cold?"
Rumble!
There seemed to be thunder in Zhao Qing's heart.
I remembered that I always said before that Qinghuan's hands and feet were cold...
He shook his head and smiled, "It's not cold, it's hot."
"Xiaoyi and Shuyue both have scented lotions. What do you think of the scent today?"
"It's good for calming the mind and gathering energy."
The woman opened her crimson lips slightly, smiled and nodded.
"like."
Zhao Qing looked at the woman behind the gauze curtain in silence.
The jade hand that was playing the zither slowly dropped down, and a gentle voice came: "Spring Temple Forgets Rest, this little girl presents it to you two."
The gauze curtain was opened by slender hands, and the musician with a veil on her face slowly walked forward.
He placed the three jade bottles in Gu Qinghuan's hands, then bowed slightly to the two of them and said, "I'm sorry for my poor piano skills."
Zhao Qing's expression froze. He looked at the woman who had turned around and bowed in return: "Thank you!"
It was not until this moment that he realized that this was a musician who had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining.
A moment later, Zhao Qing took Qinghuan to the first floor to pay the bill, and was rejected as expected.
This time I listened to the music for free.
His eyes flickered as he looked towards the compartment on the second floor.
What kind of promotion method does Tianxianglou use...
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At this time, the sky was getting dark.
In the distant sky, red clouds are dispersing and weaving through the clouds.
The biting cold wind was like a knife cutting through one's bones, and the few pedestrians on the street made the scene seem even more desolate.
Zhao Qing immediately held Qinghuan's slender waist tightly and flew back to the sect.
The woman in his arms whispered, "Master, Qing Huan wants to go to the alchemy room and leave the pot of Zhicao at home."
Zhao Qing glanced sideways and nodded slightly.
Qinghuan probably felt that she was about to leave and wanted to leave some traces of her in Dingzimohaoyuan.
At this moment, a unique aura emanated from him.
Pei Jin sent a message: "Come to the Dharma Hall."
He suddenly looked up and saw the figure standing outside the Dharma Hall. It was Pei Jin!
Gu Qinghuan smiled sweetly: "Master, please go and do your work. Qinghuan will take the spiritual plant and go home."
Zhao Qing straightened the woman's messy hair and said with a smile, "I'll go back later and tell Shuyue Xiaoyi."
The panel in front of me slowly emerged.
【Gu Qinghuan】
[Bond: Sharing Weal and Woe]
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