In a few days, the new year is approaching.
The cellar of the D-shaped courtyard is completely different from before.
Square stone steps lead directly to the bedroom in the east wing.
There is more than two feet of space both vertically and horizontally, which is much wider than in summer.
The ground is paved with two layers of smooth bluestone, and the deep cracks in the rock are filled with blood vine powder to prevent insect infestations.
Each of the four corners of the ground is embedded with a luminous pearl.
These four large beads alone cost Zhao Qing a lot of effort. Although they are not expensive, they have to wait for the Xueyi Building to deploy them from elsewhere.
Between the main roof of the cellar, three exquisite bronze mirrors hang lightly, spreading the gleam of night pearls to every corner of the cellar.
Now, no matter day or night, it is very bright under the east chamber.
Perhaps... it should be more appropriately called the Underground Palace now.
In the center of the underground palace is the eye of the Spirit Gathering Formation, and next to the eye, there is a huge soft cave standing.
Wang Shuyue was only wearing thin clothes and was lying on the couch, reading the storybook in fascination.
Two heaters dispelled the chill in the underground palace, and there was an apricot-yellow velvet blanket on the ground on the soft side.
It is made from the complete leopard skin of the demon leopard.
At this moment, Zhao Qing was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, leaning back softly, enjoying the shoulder and neck massage brought by a pair of warm feet.
On the south side of the underground palace is an alchemy platform carved from a complete piece of bluestone.
On the west side is a dressing table made of bitter pear wood. The two storage rings for storing elixirs and spiritual stones at home are in the small cabinet of the dressing table.
After the couple's efforts throughout the winter.
It is as if the original cellar has been transformed into a secret place for practice and play.
Under the sealing formation, spiritual consciousness was isolated from the outside of the courtyard.
Moreover, the Stone Rock Formation is also stacked in the center of the formation, and even monks at the ninth level of Qi Refining cannot break through.
Wang Shuyue slowly closed the storybook and turned over on the couch, feeling happy.
She put her pretty face on her husband's shoulder and said softly: "Husband, it will be the New Year's Eve in three days, and Shuyue must go early to prepare glutinous rice balls and spring dishes."
Zhao Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, and an idea came to his mind, and he asked: "Can the dumplings be made with pork?"
The beloved wife smiled and said: "Okay, the Ice Talisman also stores some pig bones in the wooden cabinet in the west wing."
Zhao Qing thought for a moment and then said, "I'm going out tomorrow to buy some groceries. I'll be back very early."
"Shu Yue is making arrangements at home, husband, just go and don't forget to buy fireworks... You can buy them in Beifang."
…
Celebrating the new year is just like celebrating the new year in the previous life. In the ordinary world, we celebrate the new year every year.
But for practitioners, it doesn't mean that much.
However, most monks in the Qi refining stage have not cut off their mortal roots and will be reunited with their families.
Zhao Qing used to spend his whole life alone, but now that he has a family, he naturally wants to experience the worldly pleasures of another world.
Two days later, the end of the year.
In the early morning, the wind was freezing and light snow fell in the sky.
Zhao Qing held a newly bought paper umbrella and walked with his wife in the huge square of Danxia Sect.
He glanced at the stone steps climbing up the mountain...
I can vaguely see the young man who was once full of hope.
Looking back suddenly, it has been twenty years of ups and downs.
Zhao Qing held his wife's waist tightly in his hands and continued to walk to the Alchemy Hall.
After two sticks of incense, he stopped in the criss-crossing corridors of the Alchemy Hall.
He handed the paper umbrella in his hand to Shuyue.
"Alchemy Room No. 80."
Wang Shuyue specially wore a sky-blue dress today and shivered occasionally while standing in the snow.
She stretched out her little hand and held the paper umbrella tightly, and whispered: "Shu Yue will pick her up."
After a while, Zhao Qing looked at his beloved wife's frail figure gradually disappearing, and smiled unconsciously.
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Alchemy room.
The ink pen on the desk disappeared.
The wooden comb, bronze mirror, makeup powder... have all been put away by the woman.
The bed was clean and tidy, as if no one had ever lived there.
The alchemy furnace on the alchemy stage is lonely, without the burning of the fire, it seems that it is also a little lonely.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door outside the Dan room.
Lu Qinghuan's beautiful eyes lit up and she slowly stood up.
But she didn't hear the words "Qing Huan" from her sweetheart, and she felt a little suspicious.
"Who?" she asked softly.
A clear female voice came from outside the door, like a warbler.
"Qing Huan, it's time to go home to celebrate the New Year."
…
The alchemy room fell into a deathly silence for a moment.
Lu Qinghuan even forgot to breathe. Her beautiful eyes widened and she didn't know how long it took before she came back to her senses.
The delicate hand gently passed over the gentle face, and the sleeves of the robe were stained with a drop of crystal.
The door of the alchemy room slowly opened.
A figure holding a paper umbrella came into view, a woman with bright eyes and white teeth.
Her dark eyebrows have soft lines, her delicate face is slightly reddish in the snow, and a jade hairpin is just right between her slightly pulled up black hair.
The person who came was looking at himself with a smile. He was holding a jade bracelet on the hand that was holding the umbrella handle... just like his own.
Snowflakes were rippling outside the door, and fish belly white appeared in the east.
She was in a trance looking at the pretty skirt in front of her. It was as if I had seen a figure standing under an umbrella on a snowy night three months ago.
Gu Qinghuan lowered his head slightly, his eyes full of soft color, and said softly: "Mother."
Wang Shuyue smiled happily and took the cold delicate hand of the woman in front of her: "Call me Shuyue!"
She asked again: "Have everything been packed?"
Gu Qinghuan nodded lightly, with a smile in his eyes: "I put it away last night."
Wang Shuyue glanced at the alchemy room and looked at the stone basin on the window sash. A Zhicao plant had just sprouted its buds.
She asked: "Don't you bring this?"
"Just leave it in the alchemy room."
…
Gu Qinghuan took the paper umbrella, and the two slowly left the alchemy room.
Wang Shuyue looked sideways at the gentle woman in front of her and saw the familiar eyebrow line...
"Qing Huan, this was painted by my husband?"
The woman pursed her lips: "It was painted by the master."
"Why do you know how to draw eyebrows? Your drawing is so ugly!"
Lu Qinghuan glanced at Shu Yue's eyebrow line in confusion, it seemed that it was not much different from his own...
"Pfft!"
The two women looked at each other and chuckled. Shu Yue leaned towards Qing Huan, and the two jade bracelets made a crisp sound when they collided, echoing in the snow.
"The master is over there..."
"Don't go there! Let's go home directly. The umbrella is too small for three people."
At the waist of the corridor, Zhao Qing looked at the two beautiful figures that were gradually receding, and fell into deep thought.
…
In the evening, the two women were already preparing dinner together in the west wing.
Zhao Qing, on the other hand, was in the corner of the underground palace, leaning over to practice his spiritual consciousness.
He held a cube of extremely high-quality nephrite in his hand, and it cost him dozens of spirit stones to buy just this cube of jade.
At this moment, using the soul stabbing technique, he condensed his consciousness into a blade and slowly divided the nephrite...
Qing Huan has just arrived home, although he and his wife are getting along very well.
But to say that becoming a family is a little less interesting.
Zhao Qing thought about it, took out the nephrite that had been prepared, and painstakingly divided it into pieces.
Fortunately, it's not an enemy, it's just some exquisite cuts, and with my current strength of consciousness, I'm fully capable of it.
An hour later, beads of sweat broke out between Zhao Qing's brows.
He looked at the pile of nephrite in his hand with a smile in his eyes.
Exactly fifty-four.
At the end of the year, we eat dumplings and set off fireworks. Although there is no Spring Festival Gala...but it seems that Landlords can have it.
It just so happened that Qing Huan and Shu Yue had more contact.
Pai Gow is popular in Caofang. As for poker... they should be able to learn it if I teach them.
Zhao Qing gathered his mind, condensed his consciousness into a needle, and carved patterns on the soft jade.
"One, two, three...thirteen, big king, little king."
The ice-breaking plan is in action tonight...
