I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 193 The beauty hidden in the golden house
Combing her hair by the window, and putting on flowers in front of the mirror.

In the courtyard of Shuimen Bridge, Xu Qing had hoped to see the embroiderer sitting gracefully in front of the dressing mirror, placing her head between her legs, and gently and elegantly picking up a comb to style her hair.

But to everyone's surprise, after reciting the incantation, the little devil burst into tears on the spot!

We don't know how a ghost could cry out, but the embroiderer instinctively reached out and caught the head. After a moment of stunned silence, she screamed and almost threw her own head off.

In a flurry of activity, the embroiderer caught the head, tears streaming down her face. She kept muttering things like, "My head is gone, I'm going to die, I'll never see my teacher again, I'll never be able to weave cloth again."

Xu Qing felt somewhat guilty. When he taught the embroiderer the technique of not dying after being beheaded, he did not tell her what kind of technique it was. However, the embroiderer was overjoyed. Even though some minor accidents occurred during the practice, she never doubted him.

Until the moment his head was chopped off.

"Don't cry, it's not a big deal, calm down first!"

"But my head is gone, I'm going to die."

"Wake up! You were never really alive, you're a ghost!"

"Ghosts die too. The master said that after a ghost dies, it becomes a '聻' (a type of spirit).

Xu Qing's head was pounding. How could the ghost he was raising be so timid!

Xu Qing gently comforted the embroiderer, telling her to sit down in front of the dressing table, "With me here, it doesn't matter if your head falls off. Calm down and think back to the 'Head-Growing Spell' I taught you. As long as you cast this spell, your head will grow back."

"The first curse?" the embroiderer asked, puzzled.

"It's the Rejuvenation Spell I told you about before."

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The embroiderer followed the instructions, making hand gestures and chanting incantations.

Accompanied by a muffled female voice saying "Head, head" from her abdomen, black mist suddenly appeared on the embroiderer's neck. After the incantation was recited three times, the head that the embroiderer was carefully holding in front of her left hand and gently fell back onto her neck.

"Sir, you're deliberately teasing me!"

The embroiderer was still shaken, and even though she had trusted Xu Qing before, she couldn't help but feel annoyed at this moment.

Although Xu Qing was in the wrong, he was still very defiant.

"This is the art of surviving decapitation, a true secret technique from the heavens, not some street performance. With it, you will no longer fear being beheaded, and it will make even morning grooming much easier."

"The reason I call it the Yan Hui Mantra is because I know you are timid by nature. If I tell you the truth, you will definitely refuse to practice this method."

Perhaps zombies are thick-skinned, because Xu Qing said this without blushing. Anyway, what followed was all about his good intentions and how rare and wonderful the immortality technique was.

In short, it was seven parts truth and three parts falsehood. The embroiderer, being a simple-minded ghost, became happy again after hearing this, thinking that the master's actions showed that he cared about her. If he didn't care about her, he wouldn't have come to the other courtyard, nor would he have explained so much nonsense to her.

However, what the embroiderer didn't know was that Xu Qing had many spells suitable for ghosts and monsters to cultivate, but the cultivation process was extremely evil.

He was afraid that if he didn't appease the female ghost, it would be difficult to deceive her into continuing her cultivation.

Xu Qing felt helpless. This female ghost was good in every way, but she always thought she was still a human being, and she refused to practice any slightly evil spells or techniques.

But how many of those spells suitable for ghosts and monsters to cultivate are normal?

“Embroiderer, you must remember that you are now a ghost. Ghosts have no human rights in the mortal world. Only by cultivating yourself well can you protect yourself and guard this house for me.”

"I don't want to return from seclusion one day to find this house in a complete mess."

The embroiderer nodded repeatedly. When Xu Qing left the courtyard, the female ghost floated down to the eaves of the doorway and watched him disappear at the water gate bridge.

June is sweltering, and the weather is extremely hot.

Xu Qing casually opened a white paper umbrella—originally meant for burning offerings for the deceased during funerals, but now it had become his secret weapon against the heat. Although he was no longer afraid of the scorching sun, it didn't mean he enjoyed standing under it.

Xu Qing walked down the familiar street, holding a funeral umbrella in one hand and playing with the small black bag the embroiderer had given him in the other.

That exquisite package was made for Xuan Yu. This cat occasionally goes out to travel, although its travels only involve wandering around Tianjin. But who knows if it might encounter danger at its doorstep?

Before meeting him, the cat had already lost one of its nine lives, and he didn't want Xuan Yu to encounter anything else in Tianjin under his nose.

The small black bag is just the right size; besides holding water-repelling beads and some talismans, it can also fit a small bowl.

Xu Qing was calculating the days ahead. The progress of refining his bones was much faster than he had expected. At this rate, in less than ten or twenty years, he might have to lie in a coffin to refine the most important bones in his body.

"Tianzhu, Huangting, Beihai."

The Heavenly Pillar is the spine, the Yellow Court is the skull and the location of the Niwan Palace, and the North Sea is the immortal bone in the eyes of cultivators, which is also the location of the sacrum.

Xu Qing didn't know how long these places would require cultivation, but he had to do his best to make all the preparations before lying in bed.

On the way to Flower and Bird Street, Xu Qing saw Zhao Zhonghe leading a group of yamen runners, escorting a woman, rushing back in a hurry.

I didn't even have time to greet him when I saw him; he seemed to be in a hurry.

Xu Qing didn't pay any attention and continued strolling towards the flower and bird street.

Upon arriving at Master Feng's residence, Xu Qing looked around anxiously, fearing that he might run into that brat Shang Shaoyang again.

"Did you sleep well last night, Second Master?"

When Master Feng saw Xu Qing coming over, he was incredibly excited.

"Brother Xu, you've finally arrived! I didn't dare close my eyes all night, fearing that the headless ghost would come knocking on my door."

Xu Qing asked in surprise, "Didn't I say yesterday that the ghost has been killed, and Young Master Shang knew about it? Didn't he make that clear to you?"

Feng Erye said dejectedly, "Last night you gave me a wink, telling me to keep him here, but your friend has a very strange temper. Before I could even ask him to stay a little longer, he said he needed to go to the outhouse. I figured I couldn't let a guest hold it in, that's not something a human being should do, so I let him go, and I stayed outside with him."

"I waited for a long time but didn't hear any noise. I asked some questions, but no one answered. When I pushed open the outhouse door, the person was gone!"

"I thought I had fallen into a pit, but when I shone a lantern on it, there was no trace of me."

"You know what a mess this is. I don't know if the person ran away or was eaten by a headless ghost."

Xu Qing said helplessly, "Second Master, there's no need to guess. This person is highly skilled in martial arts; he must have run away by stepping on the roof."

Seeing that Master Feng's complexion was indeed not very good, Xu Qing comforted him, "This matter is over. That ghost was actually a headless corpse that was beheaded at the execution ground. It only came to cause trouble because its resentment was not dissipated. There is nothing strange about it."

"That's good." Master Feng picked up his teacup as if to drink, but suddenly looked up and said, "By the way, do you still have the medicine Brother Xu gave me last time? I was quite frightened these past few days, especially last night. Now I feel very weak and need to recuperate."

Speaking of which, I think the medicine Brother Xu gave me last time worked quite well.

As the two were talking, Xu Qing suddenly noticed a well-dressed woman who didn't look like a servant walking past the door. When the woman saw that there were people in the room, she quickly turned around and avoided them.

Xu Qing blinked, then looked at the pale-faced Master Feng.

This second master is not exactly honest!

He was clearly keeping a mistress in a gilded cage, exhausting his health, yet he tried to shift the blame onto a headless ghost.

"Second Master, please be careful. This medicine is good, but you can't overdo it."

(End of this chapter)