Dingjiucheng, the largest city in the north of Zhongzhou, came down from the mountain gate of the Supreme Sect and walked through the sea of clouds that protected the mountain. Mo Lin led them to a dense forest, but in the blink of an eye, they disappeared. Changing his image, the dense forest behind him disappeared, and he arrived at the largest street in the city.
On both sides of the broad square stone road are the Junding Mansion and the courtyard of the post station where distinguished guests and disciples of the Supreme Sect can stay temporarily. The walls of the courtyard are extremely high, gray, solemn, and extremely fortified.
Walking further, you will gradually see some specialties and shops of the Supreme Sect.
Mo Lin introduced the children all the way, and the guards all bowed their hands and saluted, and some people came out to say hello to him.
"Uncle Master, are you bringing the new disciples out to play?"
"Yes." Mo Lin returned the greeting and turned around to explain to them, "You are the direct disciples of the Supreme Sect. If the people in Junding Mansion are high-level people, they will call you uncle, and if you are ordinary workers, they will call you little master. There’s no need to panic, just respond.”
Respecting the strong is the general direction in the world of cultivation. The new disciples of the Supreme Sect will definitely become heroes in the future. The word "Supreme" represents strength.
Mo Lin took the group to the more lively and casual Dongshi. It was still a wide bluestone road, but there were extraordinarily different changes along the street. It was bustling with people, busy with traffic, connected in all directions, and interconnected. There were rows of shops along the way. There are golden plaques on the green list, carved windows and beautiful doors, and painted pillars and red railings.
There is nothing more prosperous than this in the world.
Lin Du raised his head and saw a group of paper kites in the sky from a distance. They were rich in color and colorful, flying in the blue sky, creating a beautiful contrast to each other.
"How's it going? Let's settle on Nine Cities. Isn't it a good place?" Mo Lin saw a group of children who were like birds out of their cages. His eyes flashed with excitement, and a hearty smile appeared on his face.
Lin Du lowered his eyes and smiled, "It's a good place."
It couldn't be better.
"That's the largest clothing store in Dingjiucheng. Would you like to go in and have a look?"
Ni Jinxuan was the first to respond to Senior Brother’s call, “Let’s go!”
As soon as she entered the clothing store, Ni Jinxuan's eyes lit up, and she pulled Lin Du straight to one of the rows, "Uncle, this one looks good, and it feels like it suits you very well."
"Uncle Junior, look at this?"
Lin Du was like a Shiba Inu being dragged around. Under Mo Lin's intentional indulgence, he was forced to sign several pieces of clothing.
"I forgot to tell you that our disciples of the Supreme Sect can get discounts at all shops in the city. They can also record the discounts first and deduct it from their rent. You can just hand it over to the boss or me when the time comes. "
"Furthermore, all direct disciples will receive a subsidy of 10,000 lower-grade spiritual stones for consumption in the city every year, which is one of the annual rules given to you by the sect. Junior uncle does not need to worry about running out of money."
Mo Lin's smile was sincere, and Lin Du felt warm in his heart.
"You don't need to take care of me like this. I actually still have a little money."
Mo Lin sighed, then thought of taking care of his junior uncle's self-esteem, and said softly, "There are still plenty of places to spend money, so junior junior uncle can keep it for himself."
Lin Du looked at the complicated skirt and couldn't even put it on, and had a headache. Fortunately, when he came along today, he found that some female cultivators wore crane cloaks and only wore crowns instead of various kinds of exquisite buns. The customs in the cultivation world were open and not very special. Pay attention to how you dress.
No matter how exaggerated the clothes and decorations are, if you are drowned in the crowd, it is just a bright compliment from someone.
Lin Du really likes this world where everyone can be their own person, just like the first-tier cities in his previous life.
A world where clothes and attire are not defined.
She picked a few clothes, tried them on, and then came out and motioned to pack them.
Ni Jinxuan and Mo Lin looked at the pile of clothes without words. They were black, gray, gray, and green, but there was no bright color. Even her master who was thousands of years old wore brighter clothes than she did.
"Uncle Junior...Actually, you are only thirteen years old this year."
Lin Du raised his eyelids and glanced at the two of them, "Just look at the sick look on my face. Even those who have been dead for three days are not as white as me. I don't even have to let my hair down when I wear red. People think I'm a ghost." "
After saying this, even the waiter who was packing the bag laughed. He raised his head and looked at it carefully before saying, "The young master's temperament matches the light color. He is as delicate as a snowman."
After buying clothes and a hairpin, Ni Jinxuan saw Lin Du was not moving, and wanted to ask, but she turned around and looked at her with a smile, "Jinxuan, I don't know any of these, why don't you teach me What do I do all this for?"
Her attitude was calm and generous, which actually made the few people who had hesitated to speak feel ashamed.
They all knew that Lin Du grew up without a father or a mother, and he was lucky enough to catch up with the sect election held every ten years in Zhongzhou. When he entered, he was only wearing a green robe with two sleeves, and he had probably never seen these things before.
Unexpectedly, she asked for advice so openly, which made Mo Lin, who was previously afraid of hurting her by taking the initiative to explain, feel a little emotional.
Ni Jinxuan immediately laughed and said, "Let me teach you, here, hairpin, hairpin, hairpin, comb..."
She picked up a pink butterfly-shaped gold hairpin and gestured it in front of Lin Du. For a moment, she couldn't imagine what her junior uncle looked like dressed up like this.
"Little Master, do you like this?" Lin Du leaned back slightly, avoiding the damn pink tenderness, holding the other person's wrist and gesturing to her head, "Since you like it, waiter, please wrap it up and charge it to my account."
As she spoke, she handed the disciple tokens that the headmaster personally gave them a few days after joining the sect to the waiter, lowering her eyes and smiling.
The disciples of the Supreme Sect use the eternal purple gold as the base, and the formations that lock the breath and blood are engraved on it to ensure that it cannot be used by others. On one side is the sect badge of the Supreme Sect, and on the other side is the seniority name of the disciple. , and also incorporates inlay technology that cannot be imitated by others. No one in Zhongzhou disrespects this token.
The waiter took the token and turned it to his name, and was startled.
The writing on the iron painted silver hook clearly says, "Ninety-ninth generation disciple Lin Du"
The slick waiter, who always had a smile on his face, couldn't help but raise his head and take another look at the slender boy in front of him. She looked over lazily and raised one eyebrow slightly, as if asking what was wrong.
The waiter knew that the Supreme Sect had now reached the 100th generation of disciples, but he didn't expect that the young disciple in front of him, who was no more than the Great Perfection of Fengchu Realm, was actually of the same generation as the current leader, and the smile on his face became more genuine.
Ni Jinxuan originally wanted to stop him, but it was too late. She wrung her hands and thought about whether she should give a return gift.
Lin Du saw through her thoughts at a glance and said with a smile, "You taught me this today, and you are considered half of my little master. I will only ask you about these things in the future. This hairpin is considered a apprenticeship ceremony, don't think too much about it. "
"Young Master Uncle, you don't have to be so nice to me. We are from the same sect and should help each other." Ni Jinxuan looked at the person in front of her with her big, watery eyes.
Lin Du sighed, "You need to know that whether a person treats you well or not does not depend on a little golden hairpin. It depends on what he does to you in daily life."
In the original plot, the Demon Lord casually gave a gold hairpin to Ni Jinxuan, making her worry about gain and loss, thinking that the Demon Lord bullied her because he also liked her.
Of course, educating children must be subtle.
Lin Du sighed at the vicissitudes of life in his heart. The road to becoming a mother was long and arduous.
