HCB Chapter 225 Comprehending Slow Happiness
Chapter 225 Comprehending Slow Happiness
In these days, Qin Qingrou has accumulated a lot of restlessness in her heart.
All because she couldn't fully enjoy herself during dual cultivation, which made her anxious.
The more anxious she became, the more she buried herself in diligent cultivation.
No matter how he tried to comfort her with tenderness, he couldn't resolve her worries.
Because of this, he thought about taking his wives and concubines out for a wild excursion.
Now it seems that Qin Qingrou's state of mind has recovered quite a bit.
At least here, she has become much more cheerful.
It seems that in the future, he should often take his wives and concubines out for excursions to relax their minds.
If a cultivator has pent-up frustration in their heart, it is easy for them to lose control and become possessed by demons.
Especially when Qin Qingrou has just entered the Foundation Building stage and her cultivation level is not yet stable.
Delaying cultivation is a small matter, but it can cause damage to one's state of mind.
After thinking for a while, a series of prompts sounded in his mind.
[Female cultivator Qin Qingrou's appearance index +20]
[Female cultivator Qin Qingrou's deep affection for you, happiness index 200]
[Beast Dark Root additional effect: Beast Soul affinity +20]
[Spirit beasts or Beast Souls will have an inexplicable fondness for you.]
[Spirit Tamer: Human Rank Third Grade (2257178/10000000)]
[Cultivation Aptitude: Fairly talented (2775176/3000000)]
Hearing these prompts, Lu Yu couldn't help but think of the Wind Spirit Root that had advanced from a high rank to an Earth Rank before.
And the rank of the Pill Refiner was also approaching the Human Rank Second Grade.
Although the progress of the Five Elements Spirit Root was slow, it was also approaching the Earth Rank.
What made him most regretful was Wen Wen's happiness index.
Since settling in the Broken Cloud City, it has not changed in the slightest.
But fortunately, she married him relatively early, and now her divine sense has been steadily increasing.
At the current rate, in at most half a year, his divine sense will surpass the threshold of the low level of Foundation Building.
Of course, the most pleasing thing to him is the speed of gathering spiritual energy.
After layer upon layer of accumulation, his current speed of gathering spiritual energy is not much inferior to the cultivation prodigies with Heaven Spirit Roots.
The later it gets, the weaker the spiritual energy gathering bonus provided by the system becomes.
At this moment, Lu Yu looked at the boundless grassland and gradually felt a sense of relief in his heart.
He hadn't felt this way in a long time.
The more relieved he felt, the more things he could think and feel in his heart.
He even thought of all the past experiences since he entered the Broken Cloud City.
Especially every moment spent with his wives and concubines, it made him feel deeply moved.
Besides establishing the foundation of this immortal cultivation world, his wives and concubines also brought laughter, tenderness, and companionship...
He suddenly realized that since successfully building the Foundation, the time his wives and concubines spent begging for mercy had become earlier and earlier.
Improving his cultivation level was one reason, but his own impatient and restless mood was also the culprit that haunted him every night.
He seemed to be wrong.
A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Lu Yu's mind.
Although he treated his wives and concubines with extreme kindness and tenderness, he always had the thought of becoming stronger, stronger, and even stronger in his heart.
For his wives and concubines, such a life of dual cultivation might be a kind of torment.
The joy he enjoyed also plummeted.
If it weren't for his efforts to resolve Qingrou's restlessness, perhaps he would never have entered such a relaxed state of mind.
Without this state of mind, he might never have discovered the flaws in it.
Lu Yu looked at the endless grassland and sighed deeply.
Scenes of his wives and concubines joining hands and advancing and retreating flashed before his eyes.
He heard their playful pleas.
In this moment, he truly and vividly dreamed back to the Holy Spirit Mountain, even calling it the days of poverty.
He seemed to still be in the small quiet room he had built himself, sweating profusely as a low-level pill refiner making spirit beast pills.
And now, the kind of humble emotions that often appeared in the eyes of his wives and concubines seemed to be happening frequently.
He thought about how he could rely on external assistance to improve his skills, but what about his wives and concubines?
They could only rely on their husband.
Thinking of this.
Lu Yu suddenly turned around and thought about the reason why Qin Qingrou had to fight against him with all her might that day, and finally he understood why he was in the wrong.
Lu Yu's heart was filled with mixed emotions.
He closed his eyes tightly and savored the fragrance of the grass in the air.
Fortunately, he understood.
The spring breeze brushed his face, and Lu Yu's eyes slightly reddened, but he had a smile on his face.
...
After the wild excursion.
Lu Yu remained largely unchanged compared to before.
But his wives and concubines had a completely different feeling.
Their husband was no longer in seclusion, and they had more time to play and have fun with their sisters.
Every night, they were more affectionate.
At the same time, his wives and concubines often worried that this would hinder their own cultivation.
But Lu Yu only responded with a faint smile.
Moreover, he no longer enjoyed showing off his past bravery.
At night.
As soon as the moon rose, Lu Yu walked out of the seclusion.
He walked lightly and quickly to the main bedroom.
His wives and concubines were pushing and playing here, but they were all dressed very lightly.
Ling'er was half-kneeling in the middle of the three large beds placed side by side.
On her left and right sides, Wanwan and Qin Qingrou were constantly teasing her in her thin attire.
As the legal wife, she often took the lead in competing with Lu Yu.
Among them, the mischievous Wanwan was imitating Lu Yu's appearance and sticking out her tongue to get close to Ling'er's face.
But Ling'er flicked her hand, and Wanwan, who was also dressed lightly, immediately covered her chest with a surprised and amused expression.
When Lu Yu walked into the main bedroom, the wives and concubines stopped playing and their beautiful eyes revealed waves of affection.
Lu Yu pinched a spiritual technique, and his Daoist robe instantly fell off.
Then, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he stirred up countless spring colors.
Wanwan smirked and said, "Sister Ling'er, you really messed up my body yesterday."
"Today, let's see how I'll get my revenge."
But before she could say anything bold, she was pressed down by a solid figure.
She blushed and said, "Husband, I was wrong, it was Ling'er who started it."
Lu Yu didn't pay much attention to it and lowered his head to seal Wanwan's lips.
After a long time, he finally let go and said, "Wanwan, today I want to change the order."
"It's more exciting to play like this."
Ling'er, who was next to them, approached Wanwan with her messy hair from playing.
She leaned in and chuckled, "Little brat, let's see if you're still arrogant."
"Today, sister will teach you how to be a concubine."
After saying that, she didn't say anything else.
Qin Qingrou was not idle either, and she also launched an attack on Wanwan.
Wanwan felt deceived in this boundless spring scenery and complained that her husband was a bad person.
Before long, the bed creaked, gradually playing a spring song.
No need for miraculous fruits or golden concubines.
No need for the golden concubine's transformative pill.
Lu Yu's movements were neither fast nor slow, gently caressing and teasing, the front door was like a colorful dress, and the back door was like a waistband.
The murmuring sounds were like a torrential rain, and the jade fingers and fragrant tongue fell on the peach.
The intermittent bird songs slipped beneath the flowers, and the faint murmurs flowed under the ice.
The icy spring was cold and rigid, and the rigidity was temporarily silent.
There was hidden sorrow and hidden resentment, and Wanwan's silence was more powerful than words.
The figures on the bed slowly intertwined, until Lu Yu changed partners, and the moaning sound finally resounded.