This day was the tenth time that Qiu Kuang successfully refined his luxurious last seven-grain pills in one.
A total of ten times, with a total of eight successful pills.
Qiu Kuang held the jade bottle in his hand and looked at Duan Qingyan who was cooking seriously. A normal smile appeared on his face.
Thoughts, back to my childhood hundreds of years ago.
"Qiuer, do you know what's the best thing?"
"Dad said it's the best food."
"Why did Qiu'er think the food made by her mother is still delicious, or the food made by her father is delicious?"
"Of course it's delicious."
"What my mother makes is just food from ordinary people, not spiritual food." The woman smiled gently and pointed at his forehead, and then said: "The food that is carefully conditioned is the most delicious. Because my mother has Qiu'er in her heart, the things she cooks for Qiu'er are so delicious."
Once upon a time, that woman couldn't cook.
Just for him.
Beauty and ugliness are only in one thought. The beauty with a scorpion heart is the thing he has seen the most in the past few hundred years. The only precious true love in the world is less pitiful.
Qiu Kuang chose Zhu Ding in Qicheng and Hou Qing was the follower because at Zhu Ding's house, he had a long-lost "true heart" meal. Although the woman was old, ugly and ordinary, her sincerity towards her son Zhu Ding made Qiu Kuang appreciate it.
Now, Qiu Kuang is a little confused. What kind of mood Duan Qingyan uses to cook food for him. His keen perception is that he is getting better and better, but he is a little unable to understand the taste of it. It is not family affection, but it is very beautiful, just like her beautiful big eyes hidden under her ugly face.
"Little lamb? You'd better not be beautiful."
"Get out." Duan Qingyan almost vomited blood by Qiu Kuang's sudden sentence.
"Oh no, the soup is spilling again." Duan Qingyan was furious: "Didn't I say that you are not allowed to interrupt when cooking? Don't care. If you don't have any good food, you will be responsible."
While continuing to work, Duan Qingyan said, "Which girl doesn't want to become beautiful? Of course I want to become beautiful. When I cultivate to become the Nascent Soul, I will definitely reshape my body and turn myself into the most beautiful female cultivator in the cultivation world. Humph, I will definitely not miss you at that time. I will find a beautiful man as beautiful as Senior Brother Chen to practice dual cultivation."
"Flower fanatic, waiting for your Nascent Soul? You have become a thousand-year-old witch."
"Will you die if you don't have the truth?" Duan Qingyan instantly felt like a balloon poked in the air, and his tone was deflated. Before the Nascent Soul, you have to be ugly for hundreds of years. Thinking of this, Duan Qingyan felt that life was not a little glorious.
The food was served quickly, and Duan Qingyan took the initiative to serve Qiu Kuang a bowl of soup and picked up his favorite jerky.
"If you have something to say." Qiu Kuang looked at Duan Qingyan with a funny look.
"That, it seems. Are you a very powerful alchemist?" Duan Qingyan asked terrified.
"It's so careless. But it's still much better than Li Wufeng from your Dingyun Sect." Qiu Kuang was praised very much.
"Then, can you get pills or ointments to remove the scars on my face?"
"have."
"real?"
"Really." Qiu Kuang nodded seriously. "I have other medicinal materials, and then I lack one main medicine: condense the cold marrow."
Duan Qingyan seemed to see hope, and finally got rid of the title of ugly girl, and finally could be as beautiful as other female cultivators.
Hey, wait. Qiu Kuang is such a easy-to-talk person?
He said that one of the main medicines is missing.
"Who is that cold marrow condensed?" Duan Qingyan had never heard of it.
The icy cold marrow is the essence of the icy cold jade of the Xuanxiao Palace's guardian god stone. The icy cold jade produces a small amount of condensation every year. Because it is produced from the Xuanxiao Palace, it is known as the Xuanxiao dew. In the entire Yunding Continent, Xuanxiao dew is a good thing.
However, compared with the cold marrow of ice, Xuanxiao Condensation is nothing.
There are two ways to obtain the cold marrow condensed. One method is to scatter the jade to collect the core, and from then on, the cold marrow condensed will be useless.
Another method is to wait. The ice-condensing cold jade will automatically drop a drop of ice-condensing marrow every thousand years. In the entire Xuanxiao Palace, only the hall master has ice-condensing marrow, and the number will not exceed three drops.
After listening to Qiu Kuang's popular science, Duan Qingyan's head drooped again.
Xuanxiao Palace is a top continent power that is more powerful than several Dingyun Sects. I heard that someone in Xuanxiao Palace only ascended to the immortal world a few years ago. As the saying goes, there are people above others.
Although Xuanxiao Palace has a very good reputation outside, Duan Qingyan would not really think that Xuanxiao Palace is a good hall.
Duan Qingyan, the representative figure of the Xuanxiao Palace, who came last time, still remembered the style of the Ice Lotus Fairy, and subconsciously classified all the people in the Xuanxiao Palace as similar people of the Ice Lotus Fairy. He was good at pretending and had many tricks.
Looking for Xuanxiao Palace to condense the cold marrow? How is that possible?
But, at least, it is hope.
Yes, it's better than nothing.
Duan Qingyan silently kept the cold marrow in her heart. If she had the chance, she would not give up.
Who doesn't want to be beautiful?
Qiu Kuang looked at Duan Qingyan's entangled psychological warfare evilly. Duan Qingyan herself didn't know that every time she played a mental confrontation, she looked very fun.
"Little sheep."
"ah?"
"If I lose my cultivation level, I can't protect you and can't beat you anymore. Will you still cook for me?"
It was rare for Qiu Kuang to speak seriously, and Duan Qingyan also pressed the cold marrow in his heart in advance, and determined whether he was sincere or came to tease her again.
It seems to be serious, it's so rare.
"No, I, Duan Qingyan, are not someone who doesn't keep my word. I promised you that you will not be short of a day or more for thirty-six years."
"It's fifty years."
"For, for the hair?" Duan Qingyan was capricious, "The meteor fire rain has been 20 years, the water polo technique has been 15 years, and the additional guidance has been one year. What else did I promise you?"
"If I say I have a way to get you out, do you think it's worth fifteen years? Well, little lamb?"
"You really have a way?" Duan Qingyan suddenly thought that Qiu Kuang said that he had lost his cultivation. After Xiao A Dai sacrificed his cultivation for her once, Duan Qingyan felt that he could no longer bear such favors.
For great gods like Ah Dai or Qiu Kuang, losing their cultivation is more uncomfortable than dying.
Duan Qingyan bit his lip and kept fighting psychologically.
It is impossible not to want to go out. Although there are handsome guys here, it is too closed after all. After a long time, it is inevitable that you want to go out. Duan Qingyan doesn't want to stay here for hundreds of years.
However, if Qiu Kuang’s cultivation is at the cost of it.
Duan Qingyan didn’t know how high his cultivation was, but it must have been hundreds of years.
Duan Qingyan took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and then calmed down: "If it was at the cost of your cultivation, I would refuse."
"You have a little conscience." Qiu Kuang smiled exaggeratedly: "I think you should not become beautiful anymore. A woman's appearance and conscience are inversely proportional to her conscience."
"Skewer."
"This time, you can't help but refuse to agree. Remember, it's fifty years." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)