Longevity starts from Liaozhai

Chapter 33
Tixue specially sent a carriage to take Qin Chuan back.

Xiaoqian naturally got into the carriage of the palace. As for Wang Fu, she definitely won't be going home tonight.Because in a few days, Wang Fu's wife will return home from visiting relatives, so Wang Fu must take advantage of this time to be chic.

For this, Wang Fu is grateful to Qin Chuan from the bottom of his heart. If Qin Chuan hadn't diverted Xiaoqian's attention away, Wang Fu would have to circle around Xiaoqian all day long.

After all, Xiaoqian is still a girl on a cardamom branch, and it is time for her to play.

Back at the palace, Xiaoqian just changed her clothes under the service of the maid, Abi, and was not in a hurry to wash and rest.The lights flickered like beans, and the screen embroidery that Qin Chuan had seen in the daytime had been moved to Xiaoqian's wing.

After experiencing the excitement at night, Xiaoqian couldn't sleep no matter what, but Abi had already lost her mind and was yawning profusely.

Xiaoqian couldn't force herself to chat with Abi, telling her how talented Qin Chuan was.

Xiaoqian held her chin, feeling very troubled.

"Brother Liuxian, it's a good thing that you are talented, but you don't have to be so high." Xiaoqian likes Qin Chuan's talent, but she doesn't want Qin Chuan to be so talented.

Hey, it's all my cousin's fault. If it wasn't for my cousin, she wouldn't know Qin Chuan, and she wouldn't be so troubled.

"Do you think so, Ms. Du Bingyan, Ms. Li Yuhu?" Xiaoqian murmured to the beauty in the painting on the screen.

I don't know if she was dazzled, but the two girls on the screen actually blinked their eyes.

Xiaoqian rubbed her eyes and found that there was nothing unusual about the painting, she must be dazzled.

Hey, Abi definitely won't understand what's on her mind.

But Du Bingyan and Li Yuhu must understand Xiaoqian's thoughts.

But they are just people in the story.

How can I chat with her and tell my own thoughts?
Thinking of her thoughts, Xiaoqian felt a little hot all over her body and a little hot on her face.

Abi had already squinted her eyes.

Xiaoqian couldn't bear to wake her up, so she blew out the oil lamp, added a layer of clothes to cover Abi who was lying on the small couch, and went back to bed softly to sleep.

There was a dream at night, Xiaoqian dreamed that she was sitting in a bridal sedan chair of the same style as Du Bingyan and Li Yuhu, she was happily married, but a gust of wind came on the road and scattered the wedding party, someone shouted, it was the ghost king who came to snatch the marriage .

Xiaoqian got out of the sedan chair and kept running forward and running, with the eerie wind chasing behind her, until she came to a cliff.

The wind behind her was getting colder and colder, she didn't want to fall into the hands of the ghost king, so she jumped down the cliff cruelly.

With a scream, Xiaoqian woke up from the bed, sweating all over her head, and has been ill ever since.

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On the second day after the Dragon King Temple Fair ended, a once-in-a-decade fog appeared in Lingzhou City, but Qin Chuan got up very late, and he slept well this time.

When Qin Chuan got up, the bright sunshine surged and dispersed in the mist, as if to turn Lingzhou City into a magnificent fairyland.

Qingqing had already prepared new clothes for Qin Chuan, and called hot water to wash his face.

She is afraid of fire, but she will be fine if she doesn't get it on her body, and she can bear it for a while.

Qingqing knows that the son can take a bath in cold water, but human beings always like warm things, that is nature.As mentioned in the photogram in the Dragon Palace, since the human race was able to manipulate flames, the gap between them and all spirits in the world has gradually widened.

For monks, there is one thing that is very important, and that is real fire.

There is the real fire of the sun, the real fire of the yin, and the real fire of Samadhi...

Most of these flames are the nemesis of demons.

As for the ordinary flame controlled by the human race, ordinary humans can use torches and piles of fire to drive away wild animals at night and get a safe place to stay.

The night is a very terrifying existence for all spirits in the world.

Only the human race can use flames to dispel the terror of the night.

What a unique race the human race is.

The human body is rare, and the Fa-rectification is unpleasant.

Even a naturally noble species like the Dragon Race has to change their human body.

Seeing that Qingqing had poured hot water, Qin Chuan washed his face carefully.He said that Qingqing could not boil hot water, but Qin Chuan was still a little happy when Qingqing did so.

Qin Chuan's communication with people is often not based on the status, but more on some inexplicable things.

In fact, what is the use of other people's status to him?
Even a senior official like Tixue, to put it bluntly, is incomparable with a long-lived species like Qin Chuan.

In short, the friends he made were, in a sense, less noble than he was.

That is the difference between a fairy and a mortal.

That being the case, Qin Chuan actually treats people with a taste of equality that is rare in this era.

That's why Qingqing wondered why Qin Chuan cared about her feelings as a slave.

The world is not benevolent and treats everything as a straw dog, which is probably the case.

It's not that there is no benevolence, but that there is no benevolence.

The essence has already lost the concept of "benevolence" in the secular etiquette.

The benevolence of etiquette and law is a secular shackle and a protective shell.

If there is no absolute strength, breaking away from such secular rules is dangerous.

Qin Chuan is essentially divorced, and his behavior still follows the logic of the world, just as the Taoist scriptures say, knowing the white and keeping the black is the way of the world.

After washing, Qingqing wanted to comb Qin Chuan's hair.

This is a troublesome thing, but Qingqing likes it very much, probably in this way she has a more sense of presence and usefulness, and it makes her feel more at ease living here.

Qin Chuan didn't ask Qingqing to comb his hair, because he didn't have to go out today, and wouldn't it be good to use the time for combing his hair to practice?

Qingqing will not go against the young master's wishes.

Her essence is still to please the son, so as not to be driven away.

Qin Chuan likes Qingqing's cautious, measured, not chattering, not noisy, and after getting along for a long time, he can make eye contact with sign language, which is great.

Instead of punching, he stretched his muscles and bones, but found a stone in the yard and sat cross-legged in meditation.

Today's heavy fog is very persistent, and it never disperses under the sunshine.

Qin Chuan moved his blood for a week, when footsteps could be heard outside.

Qingqing seemed to have sensed it, and told Qin Chuan, "My lord, it's Qin Siye who is here."

Because Qin Fang became a water envoy, he got a strong divine aura from the Dragon Lord, and Qingqing, who is a member of the Shui tribe, naturally felt that majestic presence.

It's instinct.

"Open the door."

This time Qin Fang was not carrying a bucket, but a large water jar. When Qingqing opened the door, he carried the water jar and put it into the yard.

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "You are much healthier now than you were in the past."

Qin Fang cupped his hands and saluted, "Brother Chuan, it is thanks to you that I am able to have today. I don't want to hide it from you, I think you already know that the nobleman who painted the boat in Linchuan last night was Yujiang Longjun. Since he is the water envoy under his command, we will belong to the two realms of man and god in the future, and we may never see each other again. I left something in the Dragon King Temple. If you like it, go and get it. This is what you asked for last night. Yellow croaker, I saw that there is still a water tank missing in your yard, so I decided to send you a mouthful. Of course, it is also because of the size of this yellow croaker."

"So, thank you for being old." Qin Chuan cupped his hands in thanks.

Qin Fang then drifted away.

When it comes, the body is turbid and the body is also turbid, and when it goes, the body is light and the body is also light.

If Qin Chuan was just an ordinary person, the blank piece of paper last night would have helped him step into the divine way and enjoy a long life beyond the reach of ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)