Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Shen Qingzhou only smokes, but never drinks.

Because smoking helps him think calmly, while alcohol does not. Alcohol only affects his mind, and if he loses his temper, he might do something outrageous that would be impossible to control. Therefore, he never drinks.

Jiang Xinyue wasn't disappointed when Shen Qingzhou said she wouldn't drink; she had just said it casually.

"Shall I serve you some rice?" she said.

Shen Qingzhou nodded directly, so Jiang Xinyue served him rice again, but instead of two bowls, she brought out three bowls, one of which was for Xiao Qiu.

Although Xiao Qiu is a ghost and cannot eat, she can consume qi (vital energy). Everything has its own spirit, and food is no exception. Food that has been eaten by a ghost tastes bland and will quickly spoil and rot.

This is why many offerings spoil so quickly.

The ghost's breath can also strengthen the soul, although it is not as good as burning incense, it is better than nothing.

Xiao Qiu did not feel sad or lost because she was a ghost. She was just like an ordinary child, cheering for food, happy for her favorite dishes, and frowning for dishes she didn't like.

Call her naive or ignorant, it seems to make no difference to her whether she is a human or a ghost.

Shen Qingzhou was also very curious and even asked Xiao Qiu about it.

Xiao Qiu asked him in return why he was unhappy.

She said that her mother was still the same mother, and her maternal grandparents still loved her just the same.

She also met Guoguo and Xiaohei, so she should be happier. She jumped and cheered all over the house, which made Wuying bark wildly, as if agreeing with Xiaoqiu's statement.

After dinner, Jiang Xinyue naturally cleared the table. Xiao Qiu wanted to watch cartoons again, but Shen Qingzhou pulled her away.

"Stop watching cartoons all the time, come on, let me teach you to write."

"Write? But I'm only in kindergarten, I can't write yet."

Xiao Qiu was a little lost. She preferred watching cartoons to writing.

But Shen Qingzhou had already lifted her up and removed her from the computer screen. Her short legs kicked a few times in the air, but seeing that she couldn't resist, she resigned herself to her fate.

"Woof woof..."

Seeing this, Wu Ying jumped and hopped behind the two of them, calling out twice, as if she wanted Shen Qingzhou to put Xiao Qiu down.

"Go away, go away, stop causing trouble." Shen Qingzhou kicked it lightly, and Wuying quickly hid to the side.

Shen Qingzhou carried Xiao Qiu back to his workstation, then opened a drawer and took out a tightly sealed bag.

The bag was full of fine, grayish-white ash, which was the incense ash that Shen Qingzhou had specially collected.

Incense ash is also a material for casting spells, and it can be very useful in certain situations. Moreover, the incense ash that Shen Qingzhou used was not ordinary incense ash.

Shen Qingzhou took an A4 sheet of paper from the side and laid it on the table. Then he poured a little incense ash on the paper and spread it evenly.

Then he pointed his finger and wrote the character "⩊" on the incense ash.

"This is fire."

Shen Qingzhou pointed to the text above and explained it to Xiao Qiu.

"Fire?" Xiao Qiu asked, puzzled. She raised her head and glanced at him sideways, saying, "Are you trying to fool a kindergarten kid? That's not the word for fire."

As she spoke, she stretched out her little finger and wrote the character "fire" directly in the blank space of the incense burner.

She had no idea that her fingers could leave marks in reality.

"This is fire. What you're doing is wrong. That's...that's a mountain?" Xiao Qiu asked uncertainly.

As a member of a "literary family," Xiao Qiu received literacy education from her mother and maternal grandfather from a young age, so even though she is only a kindergarten child, she still knows some characters.

"What I'm teaching you is a completely new script. Just remember it and practice writing it whenever you have free time," Shen Qingzhou instructed.

"Oh?"

Xiao Qiu obediently kicked her legs, then stretched out her little finger, trying to imitate the "⩊" character written by Shen Qingzhou.

But she found that as soon as she looked away from the "⩊" character, she immediately forgot how to write it, and when she saw it again, she had a sudden realization.

So she kept looking up at the words and then looking down at her fingers, going back and forth like this, which looked very strange.

Jiang Xinyue came out of the kitchen and saw this strange scene, but she didn't say anything and just stood aside and watched.

Gradually, she understood what was going on and couldn't help but worry about Xiao Qiu. Xiao Qiu wasn't this stupid before. Could it be that her IQ had dropped after she became a ghost?

At this moment, Shen Qingzhou spoke again.

"You don't need to look at your finger. Just look at the character above and write it directly with your finger," Shen Qingzhou reminded him.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qiu immediately did as instructed, and sure enough, she wrote the character "⩊" in a crooked and uneven way, but it looked more like a little earthworm.

But Xiao Qiu was very satisfied with this. She looked up at Shen Qingzhou with a smug look, as if waiting for his praise.

Shen Qingzhou grew up in an orphanage, so she learned to take care of children at a very young age.

So he patted Xiao Qiu's head and said, "That's really great, it's almost exactly the same as what I wrote. Remember how to write it first, and then practice slowly later."

"Okay!" Xiao Qiu exclaimed happily, kicking her little feet up and down.

Shen Qingzhou smoothed out the incense again, then wrote the character "⩊" at the far corner, and then let Xiao Qiu practice on her own.

"When you can write it exactly the same without looking at the characters, you've pretty much learned it," Shen Qingzhou said.

Then he got up, put Xiaoqiu on a chair, and let her stand on his chair to write.

Jiang Xinyue finally realized what was happening, her eyes widening as she asked excitedly, "Xiao Qiu... she can touch reality?"

Through this period of contact, she has gained a deeper understanding of ghosts.

Ghosts cannot interfere with the material world; this is almost an ironclad rule.

It's like being in two different dimensions, not interfering with each other, which to some extent protects both humans and ghosts.

She could only see Xiao Qiu and hear her speak through the talisman bone.

But what we see now has broken this ironclad rule.

"That's incense ash, and not just any incense ash," Shen Qingzhou explained casually, before walking back to the sofa.

Jiang Xinyue glanced at her daughter, then at Shen Qingzhou, and finally decided to follow.

"Are you teaching her to read? The characters look a bit strange," Jiang Xinyue asked curiously.

"Yes, that's a special kind of script. She can't stay like this forever. It would be best if she learned something," Shen Qingzhou said.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyue immediately thought of the runes that appeared on Shen Qingzhou's body when he cast the spell.

It looks like some kind of script, a script that should possess some kind of peculiar power. Could this be the script he was teaching?

However, she was also a smart person and did not ask casually. Instead, she said, "Xiao Qiu knows some words. She is very smart and should learn quickly."

"And that's precisely the problem," Shen Qingzhou said.

"Just because she knows other characters could become a cognitive obstacle for her, it might be easier to teach her if she doesn't know any characters at all."

"Huh?" Jiang Xinyue was a little anxious upon hearing this. She immediately stepped forward and sat down next to Shen Qingzhou, her pert buttocks and thighs pressed tightly against him. She placed her hands on his legs and said somewhat pleadingly, "Then please take extra care of her. Xiao Qiu is very smart."

Shen Qingzhou glanced at the slender, pale hand resting on her lap and the long, shapely legs next to it before turning her gaze away to meet Jiang Xinyue's pleading look.

Jiang Xinyue possesses a unique blend of gentleness and melancholy characteristic of women from Jiangnan, evoking both a protective instinct and an urge to torment and manipulate her.

"Don't worry, since I'm going to teach her, I will definitely teach her with all my heart. But whether she can learn it or not depends on her comprehension and talent."

"Thank you," Jiang Xinyue said.

The two stood close together, neither of them speaking.