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Ye Wanqing asked her son to hand her the clothes, and Ye Hong did as he was told, watching her put on her inner garments one by one. The moon-white narrow-sleeved long skirt made her look even more radiant after putting on the clothes. She also tied her waist with a jade belt, which naturally outlined her slender waist curve, giving people a feeling of slender and pretty figure.

Afterwards, Ye Hong held the mirror again, said nothing, and watched his mother dressing quietly.

In the past, when he saw his mother vain, he always had a childish idea: women dress up to please themselves, so who would they dress up for?

Later, I gradually understood that my mother was not just a mother, she also possessed the basic attributes of a woman. It was only after he went to live in the school dormitory in high school that my mother had the free time to dress herself up perfectly. In the process of aging, she allowed her beautiful side to be fully displayed once again. This was also a spiritual need.

This time, when he looked at his mother's dressing, he was no longer worried as before.

Watching her gradually dress herself up, she tied her hair into a bun, with a golden phoenix hairpin inserted diagonally on her temples. The red gem in the phoenix's mouth was particularly dazzling, and it was lustrous and smooth. It was obvious at first glance that it was a magic weapon made of very high-quality materials.

Ye Hong couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This outfit was simply inhumane.

At this moment, Ye Wanqing suddenly leaned closer, took out a dragon-shaped jade pendant and gently tied it to her son, while gently admonishing him, "Take it with you, even when you go to bed at night... This way, when you go out, your mother can feel a little more at ease..."

"Yes." Ye Hong did not refuse. He would only find better magic weapons and elixirs for his mother in the future.

She muttered, "When mom is not around, you have to take good care of yourself. It's best to let your hair down when you go to bed at night. Do you hear me, lazy boy?"

Her almost coquettish tone simply warms one's heart.

After washing up, Ye Wanqing patted her arms gently. Ye Hong understood and reached out to hold his mother's hand.

The two of them walked out of the door hand in hand, walked out of the courtyard with calm expressions, walked along the stone path, and headed straight towards the Bulao Peak.

On the way, they met many beautiful girls, and the atmosphere was harmonious. When they saw Ye Wanqing, everyone would step aside and make way for her, like the fallen waves of wheat bowing their heads in greeting. Then they would only dare to look at the mother and son quietly, and talk about them, saying with admiration that the supreme woman - Lian He was her predecessor.

Ye Wanqing, however, remained unmoved. She followed her master's teachings and ignored them. She took them for granted and ignored the hustle and bustle of life, the dreams and illusions of the world. She just led her son forward. The further they went, the calmer she felt. The further they went, the fewer people there were, as if they were going against the flow of people. However, the scenery along the way became more and more beautiful, with emerald green mountains and blooming mountain flowers, which revealed the true meaning of Changchun.

If a person keeps moving forward, the irrelevant people who come and go in his life will only become fewer and fewer. It seems to be the truth of the world that it is lonely at the top.

Half an hour later, the mother and son finally reached the top of the mountain. A female disciple guarding the mountain stood on the right side of the end of the steep mountain path like a door god.

"Hello, uncle-master." She had pretty eyes and eyebrows, and she remained calm and had a cold face, but she saluted respectfully.

Ye Wanqing chuckled, "Xueqi, you too."

The disciple named Leng Xueqi raised her eyes and looked at Ye Hong, as if she wanted to recognize him, and then asked in a serious tone: "Is this the son of my uncle?"

Ye Wanqing replied softly: "Yes, he is my son."

After that, Leng Xueqi stopped talking and just nodded slightly as a response.

So Ye Wanqing took her son's hand and walked towards her Sancun Palace. This could be said to be the palace closest to the Patriarch's Hall. It was allocated to her by Patriarch Chenyu to live in and to facilitate her teaching.

The name "Sancun" was originally taken from an ancient book: "The human body has three dantians, located in the upper, middle and lower parts. Each room is one inch in diameter, so it is called "Sancun".

But Ye Wanqing thought of a poem "Who says that the love of a little grass can repay the kindness of three spring days?" Although it was far-fetched, it felt very consistent with her mood.

When he opened the palace door, he saw that the furnishings inside were extremely gorgeous, with screens, flower tables, wooden tables and couches of all kinds. Ye Hong couldn't help but think that once you enter the immortal gate, it is like entering a deep sea, and from then on, poverty is just a passing thing.

At that time, even sleeping was very particular for wealthy families. They would take a nap on the couch and go to bed for a deep sleep. However, Ye Hongcai never cared about these details and just lay carefree on his mother's white jade bed.

Chapter 58: The Origin of the Disaster

Most official families have a fine white jade or ivory bed specifically used to place official tablets, as a sign of respect for the officials of the Great Xia court.

Whenever there was a birthday banquet, high-ranking officials would chat and laugh among the wealthy and powerful, with no common people coming and going. The white jade bed would be piled with layers of official sceptres, which was truly an extremely honorable occasion.

But such a noble white jade bed is just an ordinary object in the world of immortal cultivation. This is the difference between expensive and cheap.

Perhaps because she had returned to a familiar environment, or perhaps because she had seen her son for the first time in many days, Ye Wanqing had finally come out of her agitated and turbulent state. She felt as if she had been pulled out of her body and was looking down at "herself" and her son from a bystander's perspective.

However, this state only lasted for a few seconds and then quickly disappeared.

Ye Wanqing had a vague understanding in her heart that this was the "God" in the late stage of foundation building.

"Shen" means spirit, which is produced with essence and energy as its material basis, and can control essence and energy and use them freely.

At this moment, she remembered the teachings of her mentor, Master Chenyu: When Qi gathers and spirit concentrates, the golden elixir will be born; although the golden elixir is a medicine for immortality, it cannot become an infant without spirit.

If the "spirit" is not integrated into the golden elixir, then what the cultivator will conceive after "ten months of pregnancy" in the future will be a "dead fetus" or "a dead baby", and the cultivator will regretfully stay in the golden elixir for the rest of his life and will never be able to break through to the Nascent Soul.

She suddenly felt dizzy and felt as if some of her strength had been taken away. It was because the word "dead baby" was too sad for a mother. Combined with her son's childhood experience, she felt uncomfortable. The peaceful state of mind that had just stabilized began to waver.

It can only be said that her son is really her only weak spot, the softest part of her heart, and only he can kill her without a sword.

When she was in college, he treated her mother like an enemy. His former indifference and resoluteness still made her feel uneasy and frightened. Even after the mother and son had resolved their differences and reconciled, she now had no energy or desire to reject him.

The taboo thoughts in her son's heart are an unbearable weight of life for any mother. It is as if her son's heart was dug out and shown to her, or even thrown at her, hitting her chest. Her heart trembles and she is unable to resist... If she unfortunately loses the qualification to be a mother, her heart will die and everything will be over.

Even so, she never regretted giving birth to him.

When Ye Wanqing raised her head, her expression returned to normal. She opened her red lips and said, "…Lie here for a while. Mom will be back soon."

Because the expression on her face was too comfortable and her tone was too calm, Ye Hong didn't notice any signs that anything was wrong, let alone that his mother had begun to overcome her golden elixir tribulation.

This is different from fire, wind, or even thunder, but a calamity of the heart demon that only exists in legends.

……

The so-called inner demon is the person or thing that you cannot let go of or obtain.

In ancient times, inner demons and karma were once God's magic weapons that enabled him to achieve success. However, as the hostility in this world gradually increased, those who practiced Taoism no longer believed in the retribution of good and evil, no longer believed that hard work would lead to rewards, and no longer pursued the cultivation of the mind. Instead, they advocated the devil's way of defying the heavens, believed in venting, revenge, and indulgence. The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art that was popular a few hundred years ago and the method of dual cultivation by men and women that has only become popular in the past two hundred years are both irrefutable evidence... Faced with such a world of thieves and prostitutes, even God found it difficult to deal with.

To get back to the point, over thousands of years, only a few "lucky ones" would encounter mental calamities.

This is almost a death situation. It is impossible for most people to overcome the inner tribulation because human beings are contradictory and inconsistent. Their cognition will change at every stage. Trying to force harmony will only make themselves schizophrenic and completely crazy.

……

In the Patriarch Hall, Patriarch Chenyu was sitting comfortably on a cushion, with her skirt scattered all over the ground, barely covering the curve of her plump and round buttocks. Even so, if you looked at her from behind, it was still vaguely visible.

The moment she saw Ye Wanqing, a gentle and faint smile appeared on her red lips.

"Wanqing is back."

Upon closer inspection, Chen Yu Zu Shi is actually a very charming woman. At first glance, you may not think she is the most beautiful woman in the world, but if you look at her a few more times, you will be attracted by her natural and unpretentious temperament in her every move, just like a piece of elegant music that seems to cleanse one's soul. Staying with her, you will feel comfortable, pleasant and happy.

She seemed to see at a glance that her beloved disciple was worried, so she asked with a smile: "What is Wanqing worried about?"

"Master." Ye Wanqing blinked her beautiful eyes, looking slightly distressed, "I have three worries now."

After hearing this, Master Chenyu was not surprised at all and said with a smile: "Why not tell me about it?"

So the two of them sat down, and she even poured tea for her beloved disciple herself. Ye Wanqing then confided in her amiable and respectable master. After all, as a mother, she was just worried about her son, worried about his personal safety, and also worried that he would be seduced by some questionable woman.

Master Chenyu nodded slightly from time to time, and finally concluded: "Want to find a daughter-in-law for your son who is strong, trustworthy and has good character?"

"what?"

When did she say she wanted to find a wife for her son!

The smile of the Master Chenyu suddenly became meaningful, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, "He has a ready-made one by his side, Wanqing, do you think Qingyi is a good kid?"

Hearing this, Ye Wanqing looked confused for a moment, staring at her with her beautiful eyes wide open, her eyebrows slightly raised, "Master!"

My master is good in every way except for one thing: she has a girlish heart even at her old age and she likes to play tricks on people.

Besides, how could Liu Qingyi do that?

Not to mention that she is over 200 years old, her cold and lonely appearance shows that she is a fierce woman who can't take a joke. Her married life must be unhappy...

"Okay! Don't be angry!"

Grandmaster Chenyu waved her slender hands quickly, her expression slightly strange. To be honest, when she saw her disciple's stern face, she couldn't help but think of her mentor Lianhe. She said sincerely: "...I am just talking, Wanqing, don't take it seriously. Then let me put it another way. If I arrange a marriage for your son, what do you think?"

"Engagement..." Ye Wanqing chewed on these two words again and again, "Engagement to whom?"

Upon seeing this, Master Chenyu softly explained to her.

To put it bluntly, it is actually a marriage between sects, which allows those immortals who are extremely talented, of similar age, and who are highly expected by the sect to make a marriage contract and become Taoist couples.

As for whether there is affection between them, it actually has no necessary connection with whether they can get married. It is good if there is affection, but it is not a problem if there is not.

What really determines a marriage is the talent and status of both parties. As the saying goes, "a match made in heaven" actually mainly means a match in talent and status.

Moreover, offspring must be present, so that even at the worst, one can give birth to offspring with superior "spiritual roots".

Furthermore, in a sense, in the world of immortal cultivation, marriages concluded for love are actually far less stable than the relationships formed as companions due to the common practice of immortality.

Ye Wanqing took a deep breath and said, "Master, I understand. Please let me think about it first."

Grandmaster Chenyu said seriously, "Wanqing, there is actually nothing to consider. Your child is a boy, and he has a heavenly grade single water spirit root. He is a genius who will complete the foundation building in three months. In a few years, when he is older, it is only a matter of time before someone comes to propose marriage to him."

As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something interesting. She gestured with her hands, her eyebrows curved, and her smile was as bright as the moon. "Maybe, I can have a big harem."

Chapter 59: Moon Fairy

By the time Ye Wanqing walked through the corridor and returned to her room, she quickly adjusted her mentality and returned to her previous state.

After what happened in the morning, the relationship between mother and son was no longer as frank and shameless as before.

There were signs in his heart, and she also had feelings of guilt and fear in her heart, just like the lake which appears calm on the surface but actually has undercurrents surging beneath the water. But this was not a case of them each having their own ulterior motives, but rather a deep entanglement where they were devoted to each other, caring for each other, and unable to do anything to each other.

Ye Hong was allowed to stay at the Bu Lao Peak. He understood clearly in his mind that this was naturally approved by his master. However, he was never summoned by his master afterwards. After thinking about it, he could only conclude that he was not qualified yet.

A random poem -

The branches have been weighed down by wind and snow for two or three years, just like an ox carrying a heavy load and walking with difficulty.

If he achieves his lofty ambitions in the future, no one will dare to laugh at me for being a coward!

……

The mother and son practiced from morning to dusk, accompanying each other all the time. She cooked and he ate, she went to bed and he dreamed. It was difficult to tell who was accommodating whom and who depended on whom.

At the beginning, Ye Hong still enjoyed this kind of simple life, but after just a few days, he felt that this kind of life was too quiet and peaceful, no longer epic, and even petty.

The dragon is the embodiment of ferocity and lust. Due to the dragon soul, he has excessive selfish desires and has shown unusual aggressiveness intentionally or unintentionally. However, thanks to the existence of his mother, he has maintained the psychology and conscience of a normal person.

As for what Ye Wanqing did, it is actually a very simple truth - as long as the mother is around, the child will behave differently, and most of the time he will be well-behaved.

That night, Ye Hong was full of energy and not at all sleepy. This unusual behavior naturally attracted Ye Wanqing's attention.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" She spoke softly, "What are you excited about?"

He himself didn't know the reason, so he just said honestly, "I don't know either."

Ye Wanqing nodded and uttered a slight "hmm" sound from her nose, "Then mom won't care about you anymore. I need to rest now."

As she said this, she loosened the arm that was as white as a lotus root and was hugging her son. Since he didn't want to sleep, she didn't plan to keep him by her side.

However, Ye Hong took the initiative to sit beside his mother's bed and watch her fall asleep quietly.