As evening approached, Zhao Qing had already accompanied his wife and bought all the makeup powders he had planned.
Adding in scattered gold and silver, it cost less than five spirit stones.
He also planned to buy a bracelet for his wife, but was stopped by his beloved wife.
"The silver bracelet Shuyue is wearing now is quite good."
"Hmm... How about this? When the frost comes, my husband will buy it for me?"
Zhao Qing chuckled and nodded.
She didn't think carefully about Shu Yue's thoughts and just let her do everything.
The two of them walked to Beifang Huima Lane and stopped for a while, but they just stood at the entrance of the alley and took a deep look.
That rather small house may have been occupied by other casual cultivators at the moment...
Shuyue followed Zhao Qing, muttering as she walked.
"Husband likes to eat venison, you can buy some to take home. There is no venison in Zaofang recently."
"I'm almost running out of purple rolls at home. I need to make egg soup in the future, so I can buy more."
"Husband, there are too few changes of clothes. Shuyue will help you choose."
"Zhao Qing! Look at this!"
Zhao Qing, who was thinking about something, suddenly came back to his senses and carefully looked at the light blue water robe in front of his beloved wife.
There are not many embellishments on it, but it matches Shu Yue very well. Even before she puts it on, she can already feel the gentleness and softness.
"You can't wear this in winter, it will make you cold."
Zhao Qing said this, and then he checked out and bought two water robes.
"Take it back and wear it next spring."
The two of them wandered around Beifang again until the sky was completely dark, but they still couldn't enjoy themselves to the fullest.
Returning to Beifang, if you stand for a moment longer, you will be able to appreciate the weight of Beifang's earth and the colorfulness of Beifang's shops.
Firewood, rice, oil and salt, tea clothes, pink umbrellas, mats, beds, chairs and cabinets...
This is a gathering place for low-level casual cultivators, but every time Zhao Qing stands on this street, he always feels more at ease.
Until the last touch of red clouds faded from the sky, and a biting cold wind came from the mountains.
Wang Shuyue cut the last piece of satin.
The two reluctantly headed to Danxia Sect.
"I'll make two new clothes out of this satin. I'll be able to wear them after the new year, but they can't be worn out... We can just wear them in the bedroom."
Zhao Qing stretched out his hand to rub the back of his wife's head, messed up her neat hair, and held her in his arms for fun.
"If you don't go shopping enough, my husband will take you out every month from now on."
Wang Shuyue broke away from his big hand, pretended to be angry, and arranged her hair.
But when she met Zhao Qing's eyes, she smiled again: "Enough shopping! Are you hungry? Shuyue will cook when you get home."
…
midnight.
The D-shaped courtyard formation was activated, and the fire in the quiet room flickered, reflecting Wang Shuyue's exquisite profile.
She carefully tapped the pills in the storage ring, and then said: "There are already one hundred and sixty treasure flowers."
Zhao Qing nodded slightly.
He continued to turn on the furnace and said, "Get thirty more pill materials. If you are tired, go and rest first."
The beloved wife shook her head gently.
She lay on the table, mixed the various ground herbs according to the amount, and carefully placed them next to her husband...
The autumn night is silent, and the light and shadow in the courtyard sway with the fire.
An hour later.
The last trace of spiritual energy in Zhao Qing's body was about to be exhausted, so he controlled the medicinal liquid to condense into a pill, and then released it.
[Acquire Baohua Gyokuro Pill Proficiency: 5]
[Baohua Gyokuro Pill Proficiency: Mastery and Perfection (83/1000)]
After his spiritual consciousness entered the Mingtang, he could more easily control the differentiation of the medicinal liquid in the alchemy furnace, and each could form an elixir without losing its properties.
Although it is quite difficult to refine five forged magic pills in one furnace.
But refining the treasure flower can be regarded as a skill, and it can be done easily.
Zhao Qing held the newly released pill in his hand and examined it carefully.
There is no so-called pill pattern, Baohua Yulu Pill is still too basic...
He stared at the elixir in front of him and thought, his treasure flower was more effective than ordinary medicine.
It is placed in the Blood Clothes Building and sold for twelve spiritual stones.
But in Zidan Pavilion... I was only given five spiritual stones, and Dan Pavilion could get six or seven of them, which was no longer fifty-fifty.
He thought about it for a while, then shook his head gently to get rid of the distracting thoughts from his mind.
When the time comes, give the amount of 720 pills to Xie Yihan.
You take as much as others give you.
Eat your salary and be loyal to your job.
You can't always be too greedy by holding on to the moisture in front of you.
If I earn a little more, Dange will also earn a little more...it's good.
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The sun and moon passed by the window, and in the blink of an eye it was another five days.
That night, Zhao Qing stayed alone in a quiet room and put away the refined elixir.
The spiritual energy has been exhausted and it’s time to rest.
He got up and went to the courtyard, the biting cold wind blew against his face.
There were flakes of crystal in the sky.
Zhao Qing raised his palm and watched the crystal melting on his fingertips...
Snowing.
Winter has not yet entered, and the wind and snow have already arrived in Danxia.
He rubbed it gently with his fingertips, flicking away the melted snow.
Then he pushed open the door to the east wing.
The wife was sleeping soundly under the covers, completely covering her body.
Only two lines of beautiful eyebrows that had faded in color were left outside.
Zhao Qing turned around and closed the door, then closed the window sash.
The bedroom became a little quieter.
Occasionally, Shuyue's weak breathing can be heard, intertwined with the faint sound of wind outside the window, like a stream flowing lightly, making the years peaceful.
He took out the heater he bought the day before, lit it, and placed it next to the bed.
Then he stood aside and looked at his wife quietly.
Shu Yue has lost all her youthfulness when they first met her, but she still looks like a young girl who has not yet left the court, even when she is angry and playful occasionally.
The sweet wife in front of her wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, her closed eyes trembled slightly, then she turned over and curled up on her side.
Zhao Qing sighed slightly.
Shuyue must have been a little tired after staying up late with herself to refine elixirs these past few days.
Not to mention that he got up early the next day and only called himself after cooking.
He shook his head with a smile and stepped forward to tuck the quilt in.
I didn’t lie down again so as not to disturb my wife’s sweet dreams, and it was almost dawn...
It's still snowing outside, and Shuyue is afraid of the cold, so she'll bring food from Zaofang these days.
Zhao Qing's eyes moved slightly and he glanced at the vaguely rippling snowflakes outside the window.
Then he got a heater and a paper umbrella from the cellar, and gently opened the door to the east wing.
The time of ugliness is coming to an end.
The entire kitchen was wrapped in wind and snow, and the wisps of smoke rising in the distance were torn apart by the strong wind.
Zhao Qing held an umbrella and walked out of the courtyard.
"The kitchen should already be lighting a fire..."
He narrowed his eyes slightly and walked towards the alchemy hall in the night.
"I haven't been to the alchemy room for seven or eight days, so I don't know if she is still there."
…
After three sticks of incense.
A thin layer of snow has accumulated on the ground, and a faint white color can be seen on the corners of the alchemy hall.
Zhao Qing walked in the wind and snow and knocked on the door of the Eighty Pill Room.
Soon, a faint sound came from the room.
The strong wind roared in his ears, which was not very clear, so Zhao Qing could only say: "It's me."
The next moment, the restrictions in the alchemy room were closed and the door opened.
A woman wearing only thin clothes appeared in front of her.
Lu Qinghuan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, looking at the man holding the umbrella in front of her, her eyes were a little astringent.
She pursed her pink lips lightly and smiled in her eyes.
"Owner."
"It's cold outside, come in quickly."
Zhao Qing looked at the short hair behind the shoulders of the woman in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but stagnate.
He walked into the room and scanned the furnishings.
The firelight danced on the altar, and there was a bathtub next to it, with scattered flower petals floating in it.
The bedding on the bed was a little messy, indicating that Lu Qinghuan had just fallen asleep.
The objects on the desk are still the same as before.
There was just an extra ink pen leaning against the wall, which I took from Sun Qian.
Then there is an extra porridge bucket under the window sash.
Zhao Qing looked familiar. He recalled it carefully and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The life in Caofang is indeed much better than that in Zaofang, and every disciple is provided with a porridge bucket.
The woman stood beside the bed pretty, her eyes watery.
Zhao Qing looked at her and carefully looked at her slightly uneven short hair.
Pointing to the empty stone basin, he smiled and said, "Where's that Zhicao plant?"
Gu Qinghuan's pink lips parted slightly: "The Zhicao is not growing well, so Qinghuan plans to raise a new one."
