Gu Qinghuan stood quietly beside the Dantai and watched Zhao Qing leave.

Her eyes were hollow, and she was stunned for an unknown amount of time before the lotus root arm hanging by her side slowly lifted.

However, the residual warmth of the fingertips has dissipated.

The woman's beautiful eyes closed lightly, and a string of crystal water droplets hung under her chin, and cut into the skirt collar along the neck.

She walked slowly to the table and held the pill in her palm.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the papyrus full of pen and ink, and a teardrop fell, drenching in pieces of ink.

The luan scissors that trimmed the medicinal materials on the Dantai were held by the slender hands, and the three thousand green silks were broken shoulder to shoulder, falling into the raging fire.

The spiritual plant under the window sash was also cut off by the sharp luan blade.

Gu Qinghuan put down the luan scissors, walked out of the Dan room, and left the Dan Hall.

Behind her, the pen and ink on the table smeared open, and the papyrus paper folded slightly......

Dancaofang.

Fifty courtyards.

A beautiful woman walked here, her figure was graceful, and her eyes were full of smiles.

It's just that the uneven hair is incompatible with its temperament.

"Senior Sister Gu!"

A green voice came from the courtyard, and a petite figure rushed out of the courtyard door.

Gu Qinghuan looked back, his eyes were full of excitement.

She squatted down and held the little girl in her arms, and the hem of her skirt was stained with a little dust.

The little girl had a young face and a thin body, and carried a small cloth bag around her waist.

"Senior Sister Gu, where did you go yesterday? Qingying went to look for you at night, but he didn't find you. ”

Gu Qinghuan held the girl's frozen red ears with both hands, and said with a smile: "What is Qingqing looking for me to do?" ”

The girl who called herself Qingying said in a low voice: "The senior sisters in the courtyard went out again last night, and Qingqing was a little afraid. ”

The woman's eyes moved slightly, and she reached out to caress her weak shoulder.

"Senior sisters have something to do at night, you can go to bed early."

"Okay......" The girl felt the soft body of her senior sister, and smiled: "Senior sister, you cut your hair!" I don't know which senior brother got the love of the 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, "Is it pretty?" ”

The little girl looked at her senior sister carefully, and Qiong's nose wrinkled slightly: "It's not as good as before." ”

Gu Qinghuan frowned, and pinched the girl's little face angrily: "You look good!" ”

"Good-looking~ Senior sister is good-looking! Qingqing didn't dare! ”

After the two played around, Gu Qinghuan tidied up his broken hair.

Then he took out the marrow cleansing pill and stuffed it into the girl's little hand.

"You can't condense your qi for a long time, maybe it's related to the root bones, Qingqing ate this...... Take care of yourself later. ”

Qingying looked at the pill in his hand, and his clear eyes froze: "Senior sister is leaving the Dancao Workshop?" ”

She pursed her lips slightly, raised her immature face, and took out the porridge bucket from the cloth bag.

"The porridge bucket that Senior Sister made for Qingqing ......"

"Senior sister, bring it, Qingqing can't bring food to senior sister in the future."

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, "You practice well." ”

"Don't...... Go to bed late. ”

……

Three days later.

Stove Fang, the end of the T-shaped courtyard.

Zhao Qing meditated cross-legged at the eye of the cellar spirit gathering array.

The Channeling Technique in front of him was illuminated by the firelight, and the pages of the book trembled slightly.

"The three orifices of refining the gods, on the dragon's back, are facing the jade pillow."

"Between the eyebrows, one inch is a bright hall, two inches is a cave room, and three inches is a mud pill."

Zhao Qing looked at his body and took the Refining Pill again.

The little light on the jade pillow is scattered, like a flying butterfly, converging towards the center of the eyebrows.

Gradually, he felt the pulsation of the earth, the slowness of the aura.

Sense the wind pouring in through the pores, and the fire rising from the candle.

More and more aura condenses into the center of the eyebrows......

Half an hour later.

Zhao Qing suddenly opened his eyes, and the essence of his eyes flashed.

It was as if there was a big bell in my mind.

Mingtang is embodied, and divine consciousness will be born.

He slowly relaxed his mind and felt the changes in the depths of his eyebrows.

The Qiong Room of the Brain, the Jade Room of the Soul, the Life House of the Spirit, and the Source of the Mountain of Jin.

Is it for ...... Mingtang!

The acupoint of binaural communication, the front Ming Hall, the back jade pillow, the upper canopy, the lower Jiang Palace, the North Pole Taiyuan to, is the room where the divine consciousness lives.

Zhao Qing's brows furrowed, and for the first time he understood what qi refining was and what god refining was.

At the same time, he also had a vague sense of how to step into the foundation.

Clang!

There was a loud noise, like a bell.

The next moment, Zhao Qing's eyes opened leisurely, and his gaze looked directly at the dome...... Wisps of divine consciousness power floated out.

The stone does not change with Zhong Qi, and the fine light shoots Yue Lian!

The divine consciousness entered the main Ming Hall, and the seven layers of qi refining came naturally.

"Hoo ......"

Zhao Qing gently exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Looking at his body again, a halo of light rises and falls at the center of his eyebrows, moving with his heart, as if he has an extra arm.

He controlled the release of his divine sense, and his mind moved.

The book in front of me slowly turned the pages.

The mind moves again.

The candle on the wall was suddenly extinguished.

His mind fluctuated, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the mud.

A faint glimpse of the scene in the courtyard.

Dead leaves rot in the soil, and charcoal is hidden under the stove.

Frost crystals melt in the early sun, and water vapor rises in the flames.

Divine consciousness penetrates the East Chamber.

The delicate woman combs her makeup in the mirror, her eyebrows are outlined by the tip of the pen, and her autumn pupils are reflected in the mirror.

Zhao Qing tried slowly, using his divine sense to touch his wife.

To no avail......

He turned to the next best thing, trying to move his wife's gouache.

Still to no avail......

His heart moved, and his soul was blessed.

The Shadow Technique was suddenly cast, and the scene in his mind became clearer.

The consciousness is like a stream that goes to the chambers.

"Smack!"

Wang Shuyue, who was thrushing, turned pale in an instant, she looked at the gouache that fell to the ground in a daze, and the corners of her delicate lips twitched: "Husband!" ”

Zhao Qing: ......

It's over, I have to buy a new one.

"Husband!"

The voice of his wife came to his ears, and a glimmer of light shone from the stone steps of the cellar.

Zhao Qing put away the magic trick in front of him, and played a red practice, igniting the candle flame.

"I'm here!"

Wang Shuyue's face turned pale and threw herself into her husband's arms.

"I seem to have a ...... at home Unclean stuff. ”

Zhao Qing frowned, and hugged his wife in front of him: "Unclean things? Where? ”

"Yes!"

"My makeup powder fell to the floor on its own, the window sashes were closed, and it wasn't very windy today...... That's a powder, it's heavy. ”

The woman hugged her husband's shoulders tightly and whispered urgently.

Zhao Qing looked down at his wife's eyes.

“……”

Really scared?

But you're a monk, Lei Linggen!

Are you afraid of something unclean when you play thunder?

He shook his head slightly: "Don't be afraid, stay with you for your husband." ”

The two went out of the cellar together, and Zhao Qing opened the window sash to breathe in the fresh air.

Wang Shuyue squatted down and carefully put away her makeup powder.

The aggrieved voice is no longer as crisp as ever: "Shuyue's makeup powder is dirty......"

Zhao Qing waved his hand.

"Tomorrow my husband will take you to buy a new one!"

Wang Shuyue squatted on the ground, her eyes sparkling.

"The eyebrow pencil just broke ......"

Zhao Qing frowned, will I also be able to carry this pot?

He was about to speak, but he heard his wife continue.

"Dai powder is also sprinkled, the rouge is almost running out, Shuyue hasn't pasted Huadian yet, I see that Senior Sister Liu has a box of yellow ......"

？？？

"Frost still needs to see friends! Shuyue wants to buy a lipstick. ”

"You don't need the fragrance, Shuyue can adjust it herself."

Zhao Qing opened his mouth, and all kinds of words converged: "Okay." ”

Wang Shuyue got up and hugged her husband from behind: "Did the husband break through?" ”

Zhao Qing: "......"

"Husband, give Shuyue a thrush, come and sit!"

"Okay."

"Husband."

"Huh?"

"I heard that the monks all use snail dai, isn't it this kind of ink dai, can Shuyue go and see it tomorrow?"