Longevity: Starting From Getting Down The Mountain And Marrying A Wife

A few days later.

Yù Qīngyáo walked out of the cultivation room, her smile radiant, her spirit refreshed, and her heart filled with infinite emotions.

For low-level cultivators with average aptitude, resources were extremely important.

With the refinement of a large number of elixirs, her cultivation in less than a month was equivalent to a whole year for her.

"Greetings, Madam Yáo!"

In the courtyard, Jiāng Huán and Lǐ Jìngqīu stopped their sword techniques and bowed in salute.

Yù Qīngyáo also bowed in return, "Madam Qiū, Huán, how are you?"

She couldn't help but glance at Jiāng Huán's face. Every time they met, she couldn't help but admire her extraordinary beauty. It was as if she was a fairy in the immortal realm.

Lǐ Jìngqīu felt both nervous and happy. Everyone in the mansion treated her very well and respected her, including the lofty immortal master.

"Madam, are you going out?"

Jiāng Huán smiled lightly, particularly fond of smiling. When she was a little maid before, she had to wear a smile on her face all day long, but now that her status had risen, her smile became more natural and beautiful.

"Just going out for a walk."

"Then Madam might as well look for Madam Píng. The banquet for you and the master has been prepared, and Madam Píng came the other day and wanted to consult you on some details."

"Alright."

After the others left, Jiāng Huán smiled and whispered a few words in Lǐ Jìngqīu's ear.

This made Lǐ Jìngqīu blush and say, "Sister Huán, please don't tease me."

The two of them, one a famous madam and the other still a maid, had developed a deep bond after practicing martial arts together for a long time, and they called each other sisters in private.

Jiāng Huán said, "Yes, the master and Madam Yáo have become husband and wife, so you will be next."

Lǐ Jìngqīu's eyelashes trembled lightly, not knowing what she was thinking. Seeing Jiāng Huán's ambiguous smile, her face blushed even more.

She looked around and pulled Jiāng Huán to the side of the rockery, asking softly, "Sister Huán, I know you also have feelings for the master, but is it because the master is good-looking?"

Being pointed out directly, Jiāng Huán couldn't help but blush, but she said, "No! The master and Madam have treated me with great kindness. They are the best people in the world!"

Her face showed a nostalgic look, "When I fled to Yan Kingdom with my sister, we got separated and I ended up in Qingyang City... I wandered around the North Street for over a month, surviving on leftover food from the roadside, often being beaten, weak and illiterate. The people at Wanren Hall despised me and no one bought me..."

"It was Madam who brought me back. She not only gave me food but also taught me to read and practice martial arts. The master even personally guided me..."

"On New Year's Eve that year, the master even let me sit at the same table. He never treated me as a servant..."

As she spoke, Jiāng Huán's eyes turned red, shimmering with tears.

Lǐ Jìngqīu sighed in her heart. Compared to her, she was truly fortunate. She held Jiāng Huán's hand and gave it a squeeze, "It's all better now. You won't suffer like that anymore."

Jiāng Huán wiped the corner of her eye and smiled brightly, "Yes! In this life, and the next, I will repay the master and Madam no matter what!"

"Then, sister, tell me more about the master."

Although Lǐ Jìngqīu had been in the Zhong Mansion for some time, she knew very little about Zhong Yan and was curious.

On the other side.

Yù Qīngyáo went to Jiāng Píng's residence and happened to meet Lǐ Yángshì at the door. After exchanging greetings, she entered the mansion and found that Jiāng Píng's complexion didn't look good.

"Píng'er, what's wrong?"

"Qīngyáo sister, you're here!"

"Nothing." Jiāng Píng forced a smile, waved her hand to dismiss the maidservants, and held Yù Qīngyáo's hand to carefully examine her face. She smiled and said, "Sister, your brows are filled with spring, as radiant as the sun. It seems that you and the husband have had a good time together. How does it feel?"

"..." Yù Qīngyáo was extremely shy, and various intimate and romantic scenes flashed through her mind.

Jiāng Píng found it amusing. She had already learned from Zhong Yan that Yù Qīngyáo was indeed a first-time woman. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We are both our husband's women, so why not talk about it?"

Yù Qīngyáo's cheeks were burning, and she whispered in a low voice, "The husband is brave and fierce, yet gentle and tender. It feels... comfortable and happy..."

Now she finally understood how blissful it was to be a woman.

Jiāng Píng chuckled.

The two of them interacted playfully, laughing tenderly.

...

Over half a month later.

The Zhong family was overjoyed, with guests filling the house.

More than 140 monks arrived.

There were also prominent figures from the City Lord's Mansion, the Transportation Gang, the Ten Thousand People Hall, and other influential families in the city who came to congratulate.

The wedding banquet was held on Cangbao Street. The former Xue family residence had been transformed into the Zhong family residence, with a total of forty-nine tables.

What surprised many monks was that the ceremony between Zhong Yan and Yu Qingyao was not an ordinary wedding, but a grand and solemn "Dao Companion Ceremony."

It is common for male and female monks to become Dao companions, but usually, it is similar to a marriage between a mortal man and woman, with the man being superior and the woman being subordinate.

In most cases, the two people come together to cultivate, support each other, and enhance their respective strengths to face the outside world together.

However, the true "Dao Companion Ceremony" is different.

It includes many rituals such as "sacrifice, contract, oath of the Great Dao, and exchange of soul blood," where both parties are of equal status, regardless of their social standing.

Usually, the "Dao Companion Ceremony" takes place between major sects or prominent families, or when the man and woman are truly in love.

However, considering the difference in cultivation level between Zhong Yan and Yu Qingyao, many monks understood this.

But even so, the female guests who attended the ceremony couldn't help but envy them, their eyes shimmering with different colors as they looked at Zhong Yan, secretly sighing that Yu Qingyao had found a good match.

Even Huo Qingqing from the Yang family couldn't help but sigh. Compared to them, she only had a backer and had to consider her husband's every word and action.

As for the people involved...

Originally, Zhong Yan wanted to use the "Dao Companion Ceremony" to further capture Yu Qingyao's heart and increase her affection and sense of belonging to him. As a result, he bound her first, making the ceremony even more grand.

Yu Qingyao, on the other hand, was pleasantly surprised. It wasn't until yesterday that she learned about the solemn "Dao Companion Ceremony" she was going to have with her husband. She was moved to tears and offered her passionate lips and heartfelt emotions.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Zhong, Fellow Daoist Yu! I wish you a hundred years of happiness and a long life together!"

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qi, and everyone else!"

Zhong Yan and Yu Qingyao held their cups, one in a white robe, elegant and refined, and the other in a long dress, radiant and beautiful. Tang Xiaoshu, who was pouring wine, followed them as they mingled among the guests.

Hearing the congratulations, Yu Qingyao said a few words to her husband and walked towards a table of female monks.

"Congratulations, Fairy Qingyao! Fellow Daoist Zhong is so lucky to have such a perfect husband!"

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Zhong is extraordinary, both in strength and ability. Fellow Daoist Qingyao is unparalleled in beauty. We sisters are truly envious!"

"Thank you, thank you..."

Yu Qingyao, who rarely socialized, was beaming with genuine joy, her mouth filled with sincere gratitude as she repeatedly thanked them.

As she moved to another table, a young female monk stepped forward to offer a toast.

"Congratulations, Senior Qingyao. I wish you and your husband a harmonious marriage, early birth of noble children, and great progress in cultivation!"

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, thank you!"

Yu Qingyao drank the entire cup and heard the other person say, "I'm Junior Gu Baiyu. I just arrived in Qingyang. I hope Senior will take care of me. If I have any doubts, may I come to your residence for advice?"

Yu Qingyao blinked, slightly surprised. She didn't recognize many of the monks among the guests. They were all here because of her husband's face. But this female cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining was the first to introduce herself proactively, even calling herself "junior sister."

"Of course, no need to call me senior. Fellow Daoist Gu, feel free to come to my residence if you have any questions."

They chatted warmly for a while.

As Yu Qingyao walked away, she couldn't help but look back.

She was simple-minded but not foolish.

When a cultivator reaches the first level of Qi Refining, their spiritual consciousness awakens, their mental strength becomes powerful, their memory surpasses that of many mortals, and their ability to think continuously is not comparable to that of ordinary people. How could they be stupid?

In the past half month, there had been a constant stream of monks visiting the Zhong family. Among them were several female cultivators who had recently arrived in Qingyang.

She naturally understood their intentions. They were probably hiding their desire to attach themselves to her husband, who was a follower of the Master.

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