Back in the real world, Fang Ti, whose appearance has changed dramatically, immediately took out the mask and sunglasses at home, and then rushed out of the hotel directly.

After walking around, it didn't take much time at all, and Fang Ti bought a lot of fabrics, needles and wigs.

Holding these things, Fang Ti returned to the hotel, closed the door, and returned directly to the other world.

Appearance, supernatural powers, and even flying swords, Fang Ti is complete, and the only thing missing is a decent outfit. But this outfit, Fang Ti has no way to get it in the real world.

Fang Ti, who intends to break the rules of this world, carefully avoids all possibilities of exposing himself.

He would rather do needlework himself than choose to buy a ready-made set of ancient costumes, because once he becomes popular, he can be picked up by netizens in minutes to find out the style of ancient costumes, and then the imperial court will obtain some information.

As for wigs, I bought this thing, and I would repair it anyway.

Holding a piece of cloth and still holding needlework in his hand, Fang Lei's face that had become handsome and unparalleled because of his divine power plastic surgery was full of confusion.

Sewing socks or something, it's not a problem for Fang Ti, who grew up in the countryside, if you ask him to make clothes, it's really embarrassing for him.

Throwing things on the bed, Fang Ti smiled bitterly: "Who said that God is omnipotent? At least I, a god, are now stumped by needlework." ”

But no matter how difficult it is, it's better than dying.

Fang Lei gritted his teeth, turned on the computer and began to flip through the large amount of information he had reserved.

"How to make clothes, what are the stitches for sewing clothes, and ...... basic ideas of clothing design"

Three hundred and sixty lines are like a sea of smoke, fortunately, the time advantage in the other world is here, and Fang Ti, who was forced to have no choice, stubbornly learned and did it, but it also made him stumble out.

After a day and a night, Fang Ti looked at himself in the mirror with red eyes, looking at himself in white clothes like a fairy, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Self in the mirror...... Or the Stardust Sword Immortal in the mirror, with a handsome face and that white dress, the long hair that is shiny like ink is simply tied and draped behind his head, just standing there, just like a fairy who came out of the painting.

The style of the clothes is somewhat similar to the ancient Chinese swordsman Hanfu, but there are some differences, which are more in line with the aesthetics of modern people.

At that time, Fang Ti pondered that if there were extraordinary and strong people in the real world, they would definitely keep pace with the times, so he referred to a lot of picture materials......

To tell the truth, such a white dress is very intolerant of dirt, but it can't stand the fact that Fang is tired and has divine power, and a layer of faint divine power is attached to the clothes, which can not only keep the clothes from dust, but also make the clothes look like they are out of shape.

After twisting his body a few times, and finding that the carbon steel sword with his back behind his back and carefully wound with white cloth would not damage his image, Fang Ti finally looked straight, and after taking a deep breath, he took a deep look at the endless light outside the mouth of the cave, and said in a deep voice:

"Whether you can continue on the path of God depends on today's fight!"

After speaking, Fang Lei passed through the door of space and appeared in the hotel room again.

In the real world, when Fang Ti was doing needlework, it was unconsciously evening, and the Dharma ceremony would start after dawn.

The hotel selected by Fang Lei is not a hotel in the city, but a hotel in the mountains, so that things like monitoring are naturally not as pervasive as the urban area.

In addition, the previous game had already figured out some monitoring arrangements, so Fang Lei didn't have much pressure on how to sneak into Sanqing Mountain, as a flying god.

Of course, with his current divine power, if he wants to fly, the light effect is a bit bluffing...... Therefore, Fang Ti didn't plan to fly to the interior of Sanqing Mountain like this.

Through the screen window, looking at the majestic Sanqing Mountain under the moonlight, Fang Lei muttered to himself:

"It is rumored on the Internet that there is an area in Sanqing Mountain that is not open to the public, is it where the powerhouses of the Daomen in the real world live?"

But then, Fang Lei's eyes became indifferent: "Whether there is a strong person or not, tomorrow I will definitely ask someone to appear in front of the saint." ”

......

After a good night's sleep, restoring his spirit, which was exhausted by continuous needlework, to the peak, in the darkness before dawn, Fang Ti quietly groped towards the interior of Sanqing Mountain.

He did not use his divine power to fly, but with the help of his strong physical fitness and divine power, he avoided the sight of everyone and monitoring equipment like a light master.

On the way to the Daomen Festival, Fang Ti walked back and forth several times, and finally chose a location.

That position can ensure that you appear unexpectedly, but it will not make people feel abrupt.

"It should be fine, enough for me to use as a foreshadowing. ”

After deducing it in his mind a few times, Fang Lei nodded with satisfaction, and after firmly remembering this position, Fang Lei found a place and hid himself.

The sun rises in the east, and the mountains are filled with fog.

In fact, this time is not the time for tourists to enter, but the staff of the gate and the scenic spot have begun to work one after another.

The Daomen Dharma Festival is not very grand, but it can't be shabby, and there are a lot of things to prepare.

For ordinary people, traveling, who still gets up early in the morning!

And for those rich people who admire the Daomen, now is not the time for them to come.

Fang Ti carefully hid himself, quietly waiting for the passage of time, and at the same time silently calculating in his heart.

"It's been almost five days since the other world, isn't it? Time is really getting tighter......

In the anxious waiting, it was not until more than nine o'clock in the morning, when it was almost ten o'clock, that the number of tourists on the mountain road of Sanqing Mountain began to increase.

It was originally an important scenic spot, and coupled with the gimmick of the Daomen Festival, Sanqing Mountain at this time was actually more crowded than usual.

Of course, this flow of people is still incomparable to Golden Week. But these people are enough for Fang Lei!

Looking at more and more tourists with flickering eyes, Fang Lei took a deep breath:

"It's almost time for me to play......"

"Tianhe Sword Sect Sword Immortal - Stardust!"

Quietly looking at the corner of the mountain road, taking advantage of the moment when the flow of people was faulty, Fang Lei's eyes flashed, and he suddenly used his divine power to rush towards the mountain road at the corner!

ps: Wen Jun has a ticket name recommendation, and I can't help but yearn for it. Jun Su Yada, will not make me.