Chapter 15 Buying Clothes

While cleaning up the flowers and plants that were accidentally destroyed in the fight, Jun Changning thought about the tricks he used when he and Wei Qingli were fighting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info To be precise, all of her moves are counterattacks based on the opponent's shots, not to mention the system, if it is based on this creation technique, the starting point is too narrow!

She shook her head, she was not Lin Chaoying, she specially created her own swordsmanship to restrain Wang Chongyang's sword moves. Practicing the sword, for Jun Changning, is not just a matter of self-defense and fighting, it is also her yearning for countless times in her previous life to imagine the sword light in the void like a raincoat fluttering characters!

Jun Changning subconsciously waved the broom in his hand. The sword light bloomed little by little, and the buds bloomed instantly, and in an instant, as if the shyness of the cool breeze was overwhelmed, trembling slightly, the petals withered, and every starlight that fell on the ground easily pierced the bluestone brick surface. Jun Changning came back to his senses, helplessly looked at the holes on the ground that seemed to be drilled out by a drill, and began to fill them in resignation.

Isn't it good that no one came to inspect her work? Jun Changning thought bitterly. When you are a mortal, you don't fantasize about magic almost all the time, and whatever you want will automatically fly into the palm of your hand. Now that I have stepped into the path of cultivation, my fantasy has come true, but I have found that it is a different taste to do it myself!

The so-called peace of mind is not about looking down and mastering from above, but about having the ability to do it easily as long as you want to. Therefore, most of the people in high positions in the world have the calmness of others who seem to have collapsed in front of Taishan and their faces have not changed.

Set up a bonfire, Jun Changning grabbed a handful of rice into the pot, held his cheeks and began to be in a daze.

The faint light of the fire illuminated her face transparent and beautiful, and her eyes were dark and deep under the shadow of her excessively long eyelashes. When I looked at it in a trance, I thought it was a lonely adult.

The man sitting on the eaves of the library held a wine glass and, like the children below, cast his eyes on the dancing flames. These days, he often came to this place, hid his body, and stayed for a day.

He watched the child learn to read and write in the early morning, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes dancing the sword. The sound of the piano is lonely, and it seems to run wherever she thinks of the tune, there is no fixed melody, and her gaze is as scattered! The swordsmanship of the mortal world is always good-looking, she dances with tree branches, her body is smart, her body is elegant, and she is very ornamental. Other times, I like to be in a daze, and there will be a childish laziness on my face, as if I am coquettish with a relative around me.

The spirit wine has no fragrance, and it can only taste the sweetness when it pours into the throat. Playing with the rough porcelain wine glass between his slender fingers, he lay on his back on the roof with his eyes closed, his white hair spreading out like water, sparkling like mercury in the moonlight.

The moon outlined his slender outline, and the grace and dignity that had been passed down for thousands of years escaped from his expectation. In the library of extinct people, he looked at the child without sorrow or joy, letting time go by and the wind and clouds changed.

The next morning, Jun Changning was practicing calligraphy when footsteps came from outside. She followed the prestige, it was Wei Qingli!

In the thin morning mist, the sun was thin and pale, shining on him, looking youthful and radiant. Dark blue brocade robe, carrying a long sword, eyebrows and eyes flying, with a restrained and arrogant expression!

Jun Changning was a little envious. Xu is people will yearn for what they don't have, she likes to see proud and indulgent people, and is very willing to maintain their publicity!

Just after noon, Jun Changning stopped writing and dried his handwriting. Wei Qingli, who was meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes.

Flying sand and rocks again, you come and go, and the two figures crisscrossing the air sometimes fight and sometimes separate. Suddenly, a sword qi slid towards the big tree in the courtyard, and it was about to cut a deep hole in it. A trace of spiritual power caught up like lightning, and it was worthy of strangling that sword qi.

"Hey, be careful!"

"I'm sorry, I just missed!"

Once again, the sound of a sonorous metal clash came harshly, and the figures of the two separated from the air and slowly landed. Jun Changning had a sword wound on his shoulder, which was deep enough to penetrate into the bone. On the other side, Wei Qingli's face was blue and red, and his expression was guilty.

Jun Changning's face was covered with cold sweat in pain, and he had to comfort the young man who didn't know what he was thinking: "Let's stop here today, you can come to me in a few days to talk, and then we will change places." ā€

When fighting just now, Wei Qingli seemed to have made a breakthrough, and slashed towards the library pavilion with a sword out of control. Jun Changning was shocked, for fear that her job would be ruined, she took the sword in a flash. The wound on his shoulder seemed to still carry the sword qi remaining from that sword, and the surrounding meridians seemed to be torn by sharp blades. Jun Changning turned around and rushed to the second floor of the Library Pavilion, where she had made the ointment according to the recipe in the book in her spare time.

Wei Qingli opened his mouth to shout, paused, and thought that there was a difference between men and women. He threw the best trauma medicine in his storage bag to the window on the second floor, and apologized loudly guiltily: "I'm sorry, I will definitely be able to control my spiritual power next time!" ā€

"Got it, don't send it if you go slowly!" Jun Changning's impatient voice floated down from the window.

Wei Qingli consciously took care of his loss, arched his hand, and turned away hesitantly.

Jun Changning on the second floor was in a very bad mood, she didn't complain that the guard hurt her. It's just that she only has such a dress, and now that it has been scratched, she can't sew it. Do you want to go out in an avant-garde beggar's outfit? Not quite right?

She endured the pain and used her spiritual power to heal her wounds while thinking about it. Inadvertently glanced at Su Qin resting on the table, a thought flashed through his mind, and his face changed strangely.

Expelled the sword qi in the meridians, Jun Changning ruthlessly pulled a hair as a needle and thread, hastily sewed the hole in his shoulder, and slipped down the mountain to buy clothes without caring about any danger.

With black eyes, he came to the Fang City where he came with He Qianyue last time, and Jun Changning looked around uncomfortably. There weren't as many people in the market as there were that day, but it wasn't deserted either.

She walked through the street where the stalls were set up for a long time before she came across an alley with many female nuns. When I went in, I saw that there were all small shops selling rouge gouache, and there were all kinds of delicate and small things, which were very pleasing to the nuns.

Jun Changning's cheeks were slightly red, and he stood still in front of a silk shop, unable to say that he was nervous or anything, and he didn't dare to go in. The guy in the store greeted her very warmly: "The little fairy wants to buy clothes?" Our clothes here are beautiful and cheap, what do you want? ā€

Most people who do business no matter what they think in their hearts, they will always look very good on their faces, and they don't look disgusted in the face of Jun Changning, a child in shabby clothes.

Jun Changning nodded lightly, and when he walked in, his eyes lit up. The dazzling array of men's and women's dresses of different styles is dazzling, even if she has never been particular about food and clothing, she can't help but be happy.

She was embarrassed to ask, "Is there anything for me to wear?" ā€

The young man was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted and explained with a smile: "These clothes all have the most basic telescopic function, as long as they are not orcs who are more than three meters tall, they can wear them." ā€

His eyes slipped over a plain skirt made of plum green and embroidered with pink and white roses at the corner, Jun Changning felt that his face was about to burn, and asked in a low voice, "How much is the price?" Is it expensive? She'd never asked that question before.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive," the young man seemed to have seen too many of these shy female cultivators, and he didn't care about Jun Changning's shyness at all. He eloquently introduced the price of each piece of clothing, and even the various functions of the clothes, such as how much waterproof and fireproof can resist the attack of repair strength, and so on.

Jun Changning's fancy is relatively inconspicuous, except for the basic transformation size, it only has a waterproof function. The color of the clothes is too plain and very provocative, although there is no shortage of beauties in the cultivation realm, but it has few functions, and the price is not low, so it is not worth the ticket price at all. So, a lot of people tried it, but it never sold.

Three hundred lower-grade spirit stones, Jun Changning flinched as soon as he heard the price. She pointed to two black coarse cloth clothes in the young man's surprised gaze, and after telling them to expand and retract the size of the function, she sat down on the small bench of the shop and waited.

Clothes and various functions need to be bought and processed, but due to the different materials used in the clothes, the better the clothes, the more functions can be added to them. Jun Changning is so poor, he can only buy two ordinary cost-effective pieces to wear.

At this moment, a group of servant girls dressed as subordinates walked in with a delicate girl in their arms. Another guy who was in the back hall before hurriedly greeted him, and the enthusiasm of his attitude made Jun Changning in the corner raise his eyebrows and slander him.

The girl is very discerning, no matter how flattering the guy and maid are, among a large number of dresses of different colors and styles, she picked out the one that Jun Changning liked at first sight.

"My cousin has such a good eye, this dress is so beautiful!" A soft voice sounded gently and enviously, with the softness and sweetness unique to a slender girl.

The girl who was held by the stars pulled down her face almost instantly, and her eyes were full of anger. Jun Changning couldn't help but look at the person who spoke curiously.