Refining Taoism and ascending to immortality

At some point, it started snowing again.

At first, there were only tiny snowflakes, then the sound of snow gradually became denser, rustling, and after a while, the sky and the earth were already white.

Zhou Qian changed into a long robe with fine lines, without a crown on his head, and tied his hair with a small sword, engraved with dragons and snakes dancing.

Originally, there were winding corridors in the mansion, half a foot above the ground, leading in all directions. When the weather was bad, people walked in the corridors without getting wet by rain or snow.

However, he found it troublesome and walked directly in the wind and snow. The arc-shaped sword light on his body went back and forth, between light and dark, looming, blocking any snowflakes outside.

The distance between the backyard and the study was very close, and Zhou Qian arrived at the door in three or two steps.

"Master." The maid who was guarding the study room looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with long hair and long eyelashes like a small fan. She moved around when she spoke, and said, "Young Master Luoyun is inside."

Zhou Qian did not speak, but went in through the curtain. He saw Zhou Luoyun sitting under a large window in his study room, holding a scroll in one hand and reading seriously.

The snow outside was white and reflected on the window paper, and then illuminated the gloom between the young man's eyebrows.

Zhou Qian saw it and understood his nephew's mood.

Since the list of participants in this Jingchen Dharma Assembly was determined and announced to the public, Zhou Qing's reputation in the clan has soared and has really approached Zhou Luoyun. The original title of the two heroes of the Zhou family has begun to be truly recognized by most people.

To a certain extent, Zhou Qing's reputation is even louder.

Zhou Luoyun's excellence since childhood has been the kingly way of suppressing his peers, which makes people admire, but it is extremely difficult to replicate. Looking at Zhou Qing again, he had always been mediocre and lost in the crowd, but once he succeeded in washing his marrow, he saw that he had 90% of the immortal bones in his body, and he immediately jumped up, with the appearance of a genius.

Many young people dream that they can also have such good "luck" in the "lottery" of finding immortal bones after washing their marrow.

Marrow washing changes fate, immortal bones turn over, let's go together!

At this time, Zhou Luoyun saw Zhou Qian coming in and wanted to stand up and salute. Zhou Qian waved his hand and said, "Just sit down."

After saying that, he walked around the desk and sat down on the pear blossom chair, leaning back slightly, his eyes seemed to be outside the window, seeing the flying snow floating between the sparse terraces and dense courtyards, and seemed to be inside the house, seeing the fragrance of books, quiet and peaceful.

After a while, he said, "Luoyun, the most important thing is to prepare for the Jingchen Dharma Assembly."

"This Jingchen Conference, the three major sects gathered together, a rare opportunity in a century, but the competition is unprecedentedly fierce."

"Be careful and don't leave any regrets."

He taught earnestly and spoke kindly.

Zhou Luoyun's eyes flashed, nodded, and said, "Uncle San, I know."

"You have been the most worry-free since childhood."

Zhou Qian smiled, making the whole room seem to be filled with a layer of bright light, shining and moving.

The maid guarding the door rolled her eyes habitually when she saw this.

She knew that her master had always been strict, and even the young masters and young ladies in the mansion would rarely see a few smiling faces in front of him. On the contrary, he always loved Master Shang Luoyun very much, just like his eyeballs.

Zhou Luoyun saw this warm smile, and thought of the family's consistent support in recent times, and felt that the depression in his heart was melting away.

As long as you strive for excellence, you can see beautiful mountains and rivers, floating clouds and birds in the cold winter.

For yourself, for your family, and for all those who support you, you must strive for excellence and really stand out.

Zhou Qian is a sword cultivator, with a sword hanging in the air, illuminating the inside and outside, and he is the most sensitive. He discovered the change in Zhou Luoyun's state of mind and felt relieved.

He knew that although his nephew had been calm and sophisticated since he was a child, he was smart and wise, and was a seed of cultivation, but he had been smooth sailing all the way. Now that he encountered Zhou Qing's affairs, it was like a sword from the sky, which was difficult to stop. If you leave a flaw in your heart, it would be bad.

"Wait a little longer, I'll go to the back and let someone prepare it. We'll have lunch together at noon."

Zhou Qian said a few more words to Zhou Luoyun and turned to leave the study.

The snow outside was getting heavier.

There was a layer of snow on the pine trees in front of the courtyard, like a jade tree, with white light hanging down and rustling.

Zhou Qian's expression was no longer as gentle as it was in the study. He looked at the sky and the snow, with a sword light in his eyes.

This time, Zhou Qing was included in the family's list of recommended people to participate in the Jingchen Dharma Assembly. Not only did Zhou Luoyun no longer stand out, but it also caused more changes.

Zhou Zhenzhen and others were stirring up trouble in the family, and their momentum was greater than ever before.

Zhou Qing, this kid, can't just stay mediocre. Why does he have to jump out?

There were servants waiting outside. When they saw Zhou Qian coming, they hurried forward and followed behind him, standing with their hands down, waiting for instructions.

Zhou Qian took a glance and found that the servant following behind him was the one he had ordered to find out more about Zhou Qing, so he walked forward and asked casually, "What is Zhou Qing doing now?"

Hearing this, the servant, who was originally eloquent, suddenly became stammering and said, "This, this, Zhou, Zhou Qing..."

Zhou Qian was unhappy and scolded, "Why are you hesitating? Just say it when I tell you to."

The servant had to say it, he said it quickly and lowered his head, "Zhou Qing is having people clean up Jiannanbao Mansion and prepare to move in."

"Jiannanbao Mansion."

When Zhou Qian heard these four words, he was stunned, then he made a sound of "Pooh", secretly saying that it was unlucky, and his face became more gloomy.

This Bao Mansion originally belonged to him, but he spoke too quickly and used it as a bargaining chip, which ended up benefiting Zhou Qing, which made him unhappy.

Now he heard it again, and he felt even worse.

As he said, Zhou Qing was driving a car with his uncle, maid Suyun and others to Jiannan Bao Mansion.

Bao Mansion was not far from Qingyun Garden. The living water from the upper reaches was led down, which seemed to be mixed with the meaning of the leaves on both sides, making the ice color on it no longer spotless. At this time, snowflakes fell and there was silence.

A piece of building in Jiannan Bao Mansion was reflected on the ice surface in the river, becoming a little more sparkling, with a feeling of a jade pot.

Zhou Qing and others got off the car and looked at Bao Mansion.

Two big stone lions squatted in the mansion, and the gate was open with a row of gold nails on it. A middle-aged man led a group of people and stood at the door, covered with a layer of snow.

Hearing the sound, he led his men to Zhou Ming and Zhou Qing, and saluted, saying, "I pay my respects to the old master and young master. I am Zhang Zhong."

Zhou Qing took a look and thought of what happened that day.

Unexpectedly, he got a treasure house.

But according to Zhou Xian's idea, this treasure house is different from ordinary mansions and needs someone to preside over it. So he discussed with Zhou Zhenzhen, as the saying goes, a good horse deserves a good saddle, so he allocated a group of people from their hands and gave them to himself.

This time, there were dozens of servants, who were registered in the Jiannan Baofu. From then on, they were considered his private persons and could be disposed of at will.

Zhou Xian, Zhou Zhenzhen and others showed their goodwill without any concealment.

Zhou Qing naturally accepted it with pleasure.

If you are poor in the downtown, no one will ask you, but if you are rich in the mountains, you will have distant relatives.

If you are outstanding and prosperous, goodwill will naturally follow.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhou Qing glanced at the cautious people in front of him, and smiled, "Let's go inside. The snow is not small today."