For a whole day and night, Xue Qingcang practiced by the cold pool until his spiritual energy was exhausted and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
At this time, the sun was rising, and the earth was covered with a layer of golden light.
Xue Qingcang lay on a big stone, posed his limbs in a big character, and slowly closed his eyes.
But as soon as I closed my eyes, the figure of Hu Miaomiao appeared in my mind. Her crying and her laughter were still vivid in my mind, as if it was just yesterday.
The waterfall flew down and wet his hair and clothes.
Xue Qingcang suddenly opened his eyes, thinking that Hu Miaomiao had been up the mountain for more than a month, but he didn't even have a change of clothes, and he felt a little guilty.
Sure enough, I still neglected her too much.
Xue Qingcang dragged his tired body straight out of Tianyimen and came to a trading market outside the sect.
Although it was still very early, the market was very lively, with monks coming and going.
Xue Qingcang rarely goes down the mountain. After all, he has always had no shortage of cultivation resources and nothing to buy. This is the first time he has come to Duobao Pavilion.
As soon as the clever boy saw him, he stepped forward to greet him.
However, compared to the boy's enthusiasm, Xue Qingcang seemed particularly indifferent. After seeing the gorgeous dresses, he slowly showed a smile.
"Guest, these dresses are the proud work of embroiderers, and they are very popular among female cultivators."
Moreover, these dresses can also keep away dust, so they are sold at a slightly higher price.
Xue Qingcang touched a red dress and thought it would look good on Hu Miaomiao. She loves beauty so much, so she should like it.
"I want them all." Xue Qingcang waved his hand and bought all the clothes.
The boy was overjoyed and asked, "All of them?"
"My junior sister loves beauty. If I buy more, she can wear different clothes every day."
Xue Qingcang still remembered that the dress she was wearing had been worn for more than a month and it was time for a new one.
Immediately, Xue Qingcang also bought a lot of shoes and jewelry. As long as he thought it looked good and the boy enthusiastically recommended it, he bought everything he could.
Unknowingly, he had spent thousands of spiritual stones, which was already a huge sum of money for an ordinary monk.
Seeing his generosity, the boy said mysteriously: "Guest, our Duobao Pavilion bought two floating shadow dresses a few days ago. They are very beautiful. Do you want to take a look?"
Xue Qingcang became interested and asked him to take it out and take a look.
Soon after, the boy brought a large brocade box. When he opened it, he saw a brilliant dress shining brightly in the room.
"This dress is made from the floating yarn of the Shark tribe in the East China Sea. Each stitch is made from the silk of a mulberry tree that has been around for tens of thousands of years. The gems embellished with it are from the Miaoxian Mountain. It has the effect of calming the mind and calming the energy."
"Moreover, the powerful Nascent Soul has personally carved eight kinds of restrictions. Not only can it be invulnerable to water and fire, and it can hide its body, but it can also block the full blow of Jindan Zhenren!"
Xue Qingcang nodded slightly, thinking that Hu Miaomiao's cultivation level was too low and he accidentally lost Qingqing's life. If this dress can indeed block the full blow of Jindan Master, it would be an unexpected surprise. .
Seeing his excitement, the boy smiled and said, "Guest, whoever wears this dress will definitely look beautiful!"
"My junior sister was born into a peerless world. She was originally the most beautiful woman in the world." Xue Qingcang smiled, and he could imagine how beautiful Hu Miaomiao would be when she wore it.
"How much does your glossy skirt cost?"
The boy nodded and bowed, and said respectfully: "One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
Xue Qingcang frowned slightly when he heard this, because he didn't have that many spirit stones.
"Customer, we sold a Glossy Shadow Skirt yesterday, and this is the last one."
The implication is that if he doesn't buy it, he might even miss this one.
However, Duobao Pavilion has always been full of customers. Even if he didn't buy it, it would be sold sooner or later, so the boy just reminded him.
Xue Qingcang looked at it for a few times, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, "I don't have enough spirit stones now, can I give it a few days of grace?"
"this……"
The boy hesitated for a while and asked him to wait while he asked the deacon.
Xue Qingcang nodded and told him to go back quickly.
While waiting, he walked to the window and looked in the direction of Piaomiao Peak, and his mood suddenly dropped.
If we go back now, will we see Hu Miaomiao? Is she in better health?
Or is she disturbing Master's retreat?
Just when Xue Qingcang was deep in thought, the boy came back, "This guest, our deacon said, thank you for your visit today, you can keep this dress for three days."
Obviously, if he hadn't spent a lot of money today and was wearing the robe of a direct disciple of Tianyi Sect, Duobao Pavilion would not betray his face.
"Three days are enough, thank you very much!"
Xue Qingcang didn't wait any longer. After leaving Duobao Pavilion, he immediately returned to Tianyimen.
After returning this time, he no longer heard any rumors, and even the disciples in the sect dodged their eyes when they saw him. This shows that the news of Zhenjun Qinghui's strong suppression of the Law Enforcement Hall has spread.
Zhenjun Qinghui killed Chen Xingzhou without saying a word, and almost even the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall were not spared, let alone them?
It can be seen that in the face of absolute strength, many troubles cannot be avoided.
After Xue Qingcang left, there was a faint voice behind him.
"He is the direct disciple of Piaomiao Peak. He has understood the meaning of the sword at a young age. He has the heroic appearance of Zhenjun Qinghui back then."
"Silence! How dare you talk nonsense about the True Lord? Are you willing to die?"
"I'm just telling the truth..."
Xue Qingcang paused slightly as he listened to their words. He...had three of the heroic figures of his master back then?
These words were undoubtedly a blow to the head. Didn't it turn out that the talent he was so proud of was far inferior to his master?
At this moment, a huge gap seemed to appear in front of him. The master was on the other side, and he was on this side.
What should we do to catch up with Master, or even surpass him?
Xue Qingcang tasted sadness for the first time, but when he set foot on Piaomiao Peak, he hid all his worries in his heart.
Suddenly, he vaguely heard Hu Miaomiao's giggling voice, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he followed the sound.
But when he saw Hu Miaomiao, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.
On Piaomiao Peak, Hu Miaomiao gestured with a branch. Every move he made was extremely ridiculous. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was full of flaws.
However, the master was standing aside, smiling more lovingly than ever before, as if the world was big and all he wanted was the little girl in front of him.
Zhenjun Qinghui has always been very aloof and cold. He rarely smiles, and he never smiles so happily, even his eyes are full of affection.
No one would doubt how much Zhenjun Qinghui liked her and doted on her, so he would teach her how to practice swordsmanship step by step, over and over again without feeling bored, as if he was addicted to it.
Master, I really like her...
Xue Qingcang was stunned, but when he saw Hu Miaomiao looking at his master affectionately, he laughed to himself.
Ridiculous, really ridiculous!
