Gu Qinghuan stood quietly by the alchemy platform and watched Zhao Qing leave.
Her eyes were empty, and she was stunned for an unknown amount of time before slowly raising her arms hanging by her side.
However, the remaining warmth in his fingertips has dissipated.
The woman's beautiful eyes were lightly closed, and a string of crystal water drops hung under her chin, running along her beautiful neck and into the collar of her skirt.
She walked slowly to the table and held the marrow-cleansing pill in her hand.
His gaze rested for a moment on the papyrus paper full of pen and ink, and a teardrop fell down, staining patches of ink.
The luan scissors for trimming medicinal materials on the alchemy table were held by delicate hands, and three thousand green hairs were cut off at the shoulders and fell into the blazing fire.
The roots of the spiritual plants under the window sash were also cut off by the sharp luan blade.
Gu Qinghuan put down the scissors, walked out of the alchemy room with lotus steps, and left the alchemy hall.
Behind her, the pen and ink on the desk were blurred, and there were slight wrinkles between the papyrus...
Dancaofang.
C word fifty courtyard.
A beautiful and refined woman walked here, with a graceful figure and eyes full of smiles.
It's just that the uneven hair seems incompatible with her temperament.
"Senior Sister Gu!"
A green voice came from the courtyard, and a petite figure quickly ran out of the courtyard door.
Gu Qinghuan looked back, his eyes full of excitement.
She knelt down with her graceful body and held the little girl in her arms, her skirt rippling with some dust.
The little girl has a childish face and a thin figure. She carries a small cloth bag on her waist.
"Senior Sister Gu, where did you go yesterday? Qingying looked for you at night, but couldn't find you."
Gu Qinghuan held the girl's cold-red ears with both hands and said with a smile, "What does Qingqing want from me?"
The girl who called herself Qingying whispered: "The senior sisters in the courtyard went out again last night, and Qingqing was a little scared."
The woman's eyes moved slightly and she reached out to touch his weak shoulders.
"Sisters, you have something to do in the evening, so you can go to bed early."
"Okay..." The girl felt her senior sister's soft body and smiled happily: "Senior sister, you cut off your hair! I wonder which senior brother won the affection of my senior sister?"
The corners of Gu Qinghuan's eyes were full of softness and he didn't answer.
She wrapped a strand of hair around her fingertips and asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"
The little girl looked at the senior sister carefully, her nose wrinkled slightly: "She doesn't look as good as before."
Gu Qinghuan frowned and kneaded the girl's face in feint of anger: "You are the only one who is pretty!"
"It's beautiful~ Senior sister is beautiful! Qingqing doesn't dare!"
After the two played around for a while, Lu Qinghuan tidied his broken hair.
Then he took out the marrow-cleansing pill and stuffed it into the girl's little hand.
"You have been unable to condense your energy for a long time. Maybe it has something to do with the root bone. Qingqing ate this... take care of yourself in the future."
Qingying looked at the elixir in his hand, and his clear eyes froze: "Sister, are you leaving the elixir shop?"
She curled her little mouth slightly, raised her childish face, and took out the porridge bucket from the cloth bag.
"The porridge bucket that senior sister made for Qingqing..."
"Senior sister, please bring it with you. Qingqing can no longer bring food to senior sister."
Gu Qinghuan looked down at the porridge bucket and reached out to take it.
Then he smoothed the cloth bag around the girl's waist.
She smiled and said, "Practice well."
"Don't... sleep late."
…
Three days later.
Zaofang, the last name of the courtyard is D.
Zhao Qing meditated cross-legged at the eye of the Spirit Gathering Formation in the cellar.
The Netherworld Technique in front of him was illuminated by the firelight, and the pages of the book trembled slightly.
"The three divine orifices are on the dragon's spine, facing the jade pillow."
"Between the eyebrows, one inch is a bright hall, two inches is a bridal chamber, and three inches is a mud ball."
Zhao Qing looked at himself and took the Forging Divine Pill again.
The dots of light on the jade pillow are scattered, like flying butterflies, gathering towards the center of the eyebrows.
Gradually, he felt the pulse of the earth and the slowness of the spiritual energy.
Feel the wind pouring in from the pores, and the fire rising from the heart of the candle.
More and more spiritual light condenses between the eyebrows...
Half an hour later.
Zhao Qing suddenly opened his eyes, and a light flashed across his eyes.
It was as if the Honglu bell was vibrating in my mind.
The bright hall will appear, and spiritual consciousness will be born.
He slowly relaxed his mind and carefully felt the changes in the depths of his eyebrows.
The brain is the palace, the soul is the jade room, the soul is the house of destiny, and the mountain is the source of the body.
It’s for...Mingtang!
The acupoint where the two ears communicate is the bright hall in the front, the jade pillow in the back, the canopy on the top, the Jiang Palace on the bottom, and Taiyuan in the North Pole, which is the room where the spiritual consciousness resides.
Zhao Qing frowned, and for the first time he understood what refining Qi and refining God meant.
At the same time, he also vaguely sensed how to step into the foundation.
clang!
There was a faint loud noise, like a bell.
The next moment, Zhao Qing opened his eyes leisurely and stared directly at the dome... wisps of divine power floated away.
The pieces of stone do not change with the bell and chime, but the light shines brightly on Yue Lian!
The spiritual consciousness enters the main hall, and the seven levels of Qi refining are completed.
"call……"
Zhao Qing let out a breath of turbid air.
Looking inwards at himself again, a halo of light rises and falls between his eyebrows, moving with his heart, as if he has an extra arm.
He controlled the release of his consciousness and moved his mind.
The pages of the book in front of me slowly turned.
The thought moves again.
The candles on the wall suddenly went out.
While his mind was ups and downs, his gaze seemed to penetrate the mud.
A vague glimpse of the scene in the courtyard.
Dead leaves rot in the soil, and charcoal is hidden deep under the stove.
Frost crystals melt in the early sun, and water vapor rises in the fire.
Divine consciousness penetrates the east chamber.
The pretty woman is doing her makeup in the mirror, her dark eyebrows are outlined with the tip of a pen, and her autumn eyes are reflected in the mirror.
Zhao Qing slowly tried to touch his wife with his spiritual consciousness.
To no avail…
He turned to the next best thing and tried to move his wife's gouache.
Still to no avail...
His mind was moved, and his soul was blessed.
The Netherworld Technique was suddenly used, and the scene in his mind became clearer.
The spiritual consciousness is like a stream flowing to the side room.
"Crack!"
Wang Shuyue, who was painting her eyebrows, turned pale in an instant. She stared blankly at the gouache that fell on the ground, and curled her delicate lips: "Husband!"
Zhao Qing:......
It’s over, I have to buy a new one.
"Husband!"
The voice of my beloved wife came to my ears, and a ray of light shone on the stone steps of the cellar.
Zhao Qing put away the spell in front of him and fired a red drill, igniting the candle.
"I am here!"
Wang Shuyue turned pale and threw herself into her husband's arms.
"There seems to be something...dirty at home."
Zhao Qing frowned and hugged his beloved wife in front of him: "Dirty things? Where are they?"
"There is!"
"My makeup powder fell to the ground by itself. The windows were closed, and the wind wasn't very strong today... That's makeup powder, it's very heavy."
The woman hugged her husband's shoulders tightly and whispered urgently.
Zhao Qing lowered his head and looked into his wife's eyes.
"..."
Really scared?
But you are such a monk, Lei Linggen!
Are you afraid of dirty things if you play with thunder?
He shook his head gently: "Don't be afraid, I will stay with you as my husband."
The two of them came out of the cellar together, and Zhao Qing opened the window sash and breathed fresh air.
Wang Shuyue knelt down and carefully collected her makeup powder.
The voice of grievance was no longer as crisp as before: "Shu Yue's makeup powder is dirty..."
Zhao Qing waved his hand.
"My husband will take you to buy new ones tomorrow!"
Wang Shuyue squatted on the ground, her eyes sparkling.
"The eyebrow pencil just broke..."
Zhao Qing frowned, should I take the blame?
He was about to speak when his lovely wife continued.
"The pink powder has been sprinkled, the rouge is almost used up, Shuyue hasn't applied any flower patches yet, I think Junior Sister Liu has a box of forehead yellow..."
? ? ?
"Shuangjiang wants to meet friends! Shuyue wants to buy a lip balm."
"No need for the fragrant dew, Shuyue can mix it herself."
Zhao Qing opened his mouth, and all kinds of words came together: "Okay."
Wang Shuyue stood up and hugged her husband from behind: "Has your husband made a breakthrough?"
Zhao Qing: "..."
"Husband, please give Shu Yue her eyebrows. Come and sit down!"
"good."
"Husband."
"Um?"
"I heard that monks all use Luozi Dai, but it's not Mo Dai. Can Shuyue go and have a look tomorrow?"
