The next day.
early morning.
Qin Gengyun opened his eyes and began to examine last night's harvest.
[Name: Qin Gengyun]
【Lifespan: 35/40】
[Cultivation: third level of Qi training, 0/500]
[Skill: Level 1 Alchemist, 3/200]
[Spiritual roots: low-grade fire-type spiritual roots (19/100), low-grade ice-type spiritual roots (25/100)]
[Available practice points: 6]
I was crushed three times last night and worked hard all night... In fact, I only worked hard for five minutes and got 6 practice points. After all, Qin Gengyun felt that it was quite profitable.
As for the spiritual roots, the fire and ice elements have each increased by 3 points. It is estimated that it will take at least 400 breaths of hard work to reach the middle-grade spiritual roots.
Thinking about it this way, my waist seems to be even more sore.
"Plow hard, add more!"
Qin Gengyun turned his head and looked at Qiu Zhihe, who had his back turned to him, and said something silently in his heart.
Added 3 points each to [Cultivation] and [Skills].
After adding points, the panel properties will change immediately.
[Name: Qin Gengyun]
【Lifespan: 35/40】
[Cultivation: third level of Qi training, 3/500]
[Skill: First-level Alchemist, 6/200]
If the relationship between husband and wife with Qiu Zhihe has not improved, it will take more than two thousand breaths of work to upgrade to the third level of Qi training, and nearly a thousand breaths of work to upgrade to the second level of alchemy master.
Sure enough, the road is long and difficult.
Qin Gengyun stood up slowly, supported his waist and got out of bed. He looked back at Qiu Zhihe with his eyes closed and sighed in his heart.
How can we improve [couple intimacy]?
At this time, Qiu Zhihe opened his eyes, and his face was reflected in her clear eyes.
Qin Gengyun apologized: "Did I wake you up?"
Qiu Zhihe shook his head and sat up hugging the quilt. His hair was messy, his pupils seemed to be a little blurry, and his round face looked a little confused.
Blinking his eyes, he shook his head after a moment and murmured:
"I actually fell asleep?"
"What?" Qin Gengyun asked in confusion.
"It's nothing." Qiu Zhihe looked at him, her eyes returned to coldness, and she covered her body with the quilt.
Qin Gengyun was stunned for a moment, and finally understood. He got up and walked into the kitchen, put on clothes inside, and then said outside:
"Are you dressed?"
"Um."
A cold voice sounded outside, and Qin Gengyun walked out of the kitchen.
I saw Qiu Zhihe wearing a black pleated Ruyi moon skirt with a slightly low skirt and a light blue gauze dress. The graceful neck and white and delicate collarbones were vaguely visible.
Three thousand black hair was rolled up into a woman's bun, and a simple wooden hairpin was inserted into her hair.
Her pretty little round face already had the charm of a mature woman.
But those beautiful almond eyes were still cold as they glanced at Qin Gengyun. He coughed and looked away, not knowing what to say.
It's really strange to think about it. Every night Qiu Zhihe takes the initiative to ask for her, like a resentful woman who can't satisfy her desires. But after that, she immediately returns to being cold, and even if they sleep in the same bed, they don't have any physical contact with her.
Even worse during the day, always keeping at least one table away from him.
This feeling is very strange, as if I am just a tool for her dual cultivation.
However, it is obvious that I should treat her as a tool, right?
Qin Gengyun shook his head. Qiu Zhihe and he had no relationship as husband and wife. Doing that every night was probably just fulfilling the responsibilities of husband and wife, right?
"Fellow Daoist Qin, can you tell me more about the surrounding neighborhoods?"
Qiu Zhihe said suddenly.
Qin Gengyun nodded and said to her:
"The neighbors on the left and right next door told you yesterday, and then there is the house directly opposite across the alley. There lives a female talisman named Mo Xiaolan. She is hardworking and upright, but she goes out early every day. Coming home late, it will be difficult for you two to meet."
"The person living next door to Fellow Daoist Mo's house on the left side is a male cultivator named Feng Kai. He has practiced Qi at the third level, but has been unable to make progress for many years and drinks all day long to drown his sorrows."
"The room on the right of Fellow Daoist Mo was originally empty. A few days ago, tenants just moved in. Strangely enough, they turned out to be three male cultivators."
"A few days ago..." Qiu Zhihe's eyes flashed and asked: "Why is it strange?"
Qin Gengyun smiled and said: "That room is the same size as ours, where can three people live there?"
Qiu Zhihe stared slightly and asked, "Have you ever seen those three male cultivators?"
"I only met them once. All three of them were wearing black robes. They were walking in a hurry and couldn't see their faces clearly."
Qin Gengyun thought for a moment and then said, "Oh, I saw him once. The morning before yesterday, I saw one of them going out to buy breakfast."
"Buying breakfast?"
"Yes, you are not familiar with them when you first come here. There are several breakfast stalls at the entrance of Zhaiyu Lane. I remember that person bought a few steamed buns that day."
Speaking of steamed buns, Qin Gengyun remembered that the two of them had not eaten breakfast yet, and then said:
"I'm going out to buy breakfast, what do you want to eat?"
Qiu Zhihe suddenly said: "I'll go."
After saying that, without waiting for Qin Gengyun to answer, she stood up and left the door.
"Fellow Daoist Qiu."
Qin Gengyun said from behind: "I want a bowl of beef noodles."
But the door was closed, and I don't know if Qiu Zhihe heard it.
Qin Gengyun was silent for a moment, smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"Couple intimacy...has a long road ahead of it."
Qiu Zhihe walked out of the house. There were already pedestrians in twos and threes in the alley. The soles of their shoes made a soft clicking sound on the dew-stained bluestone.
White smoke rose from several breakfast stalls at the far end of the alley. Familiar neighbors smiled and greeted each other, and some argued over each other as they rushed to pay for breakfast.
Qiu Zhihe stopped and looked confused.
Just a month ago, Qinglian Mountain was so lively. She always felt noisy when walking among the chattering junior brothers and sisters.
But now, such noise can no longer be seen.
Suddenly, the door of the room on the opposite left side opened, and a tall, thin male cultivator in black robe walked out and walked towards the entrance of the alley.
This is the house where Qin Gengyun said three mysterious male cultivators lived.
Qiu Zhihe's eyes returned to coldness and she followed the male cultivator calmly.
This person was very vigilant, looking left and right as he walked, as if he was on guard against being secretly followed.
However, Qiu Zhihe was so skilled at tracking, killing, and controlling aura that the male cultivator just glanced at her and paid no attention to her.
The tall and thin male cultivator came to a breakfast stall at the entrance of the alley and bought a drawer of xiaolongbao. Then he sat down and looked around, as if he was waiting for someone.
Qiu Zhihe also bought a drawer of xiaolongbao and observed the other party casually.
A moment later, another male cultivator in black robes appeared. The tall and thin male cultivator looked at him. The two did not go back, but walked side by side out of the alley.
Qiu Zhihe looked away calmly and walked back to Zhaiyu Lane with the bun in hand.
"Qinglian, although you can change your appearance and body shape, you must be careful at all times. Those dogs in Zhengdao may not believe that you are dead."
The master's last words came to mind, and Qiu Zhihe's eyes became even colder.
Walking to Qin Gengyun's house, he was about to push the door open when the sound of the door opening came from behind.
It's the room directly opposite.
The door of the room opened, and a female cultivator wearing a plain robe with slender legs walked out. She was startled when she saw Qiu Zhihe.
Qiu Zhihe ignored her and turned around and entered the house.
Noila Mo stared blankly at the closed door opposite and murmured:
"Fellow Daoist Qin, are you really married?"
