"This is a stone bow, the guest officer will try his hand?" The store did not slack off because of the age of the ink dyed clothes, this little girl who looked like she was about to be blown away when the wind blew, but she was wearing the student uniform of the Mo Family School, and her identity was self-evident. ~

Ink dyed clothes, she is still a little educated, one stone, is ninety-four pounds, her current weight is less than forty pounds, this boss also looks up to her too much.

But she still wants to save face, she can't say that she may not be able to pull it away, but she took it with a natural expression, and started slightly, fortunately she was prepared.

This is a trumpet longbow, it is the most basic bow shape, generally used for usual training, mainly to practice arm strength, slightly shorter than her, it seems to be specially used for children, the bow body is wooden, pasted with a few thin pieces of iron, the bow shape is natural and smooth, the polishing is very fine, there are decorative horns on both sides, glued with gelatinous flake tendons, the bow is wound with fine silk threads, and the dark red lacquer is painted.

A good bow, but not for her.

The ink-dyed clothes turned his gaze away, and handed the bow in his hand back to the black, tall, and very strong man in front of him.

This time it was the man's turn to be embarrassed, he was a little at a loss, in other words, he was an ordinary iron shop, although there were some knives, guns, bows and arrows, usually there were guests to the door, he always boasted of his craftsmanship, but that was just for mortals like him, suddenly a fairy child came to the door, said to buy a bow, he was really scared, but people spoke, he couldn't say Miss fairy child, you found the wrong door, we don't have what you want, we can only take out the best trumpet longbow in the store, even the name he gave this bow "shooting the sun" didn't dare to report it, only honestly commensurate with one stone.

"Is there a crossbow?" Ink Dye Yi looked around and asked.

The man's face was immediately black and red, and he was silent for a long time, but he didn't hold back a word.

Ink-dyed clothes blinked, "That's it." She was referring to the small wooden bows stacked in the corners, all made of bamboo, which was the worst in terms of materials.

……

Holding a bow behind her back, she walked slowly down the street, carrying a quiver behind her with more than a dozen bamboo arrows stuck in it.

But no one looked at her more, in this Wanhua City, not to mention a little girl holding a small bamboo bow, even holding a three-foot Qingfeng, no one would be surprised.

The Brocade Workshop is the property of the Mo family, which is engaged in the trade of cultivators, with a total of four layers, from fabrics to ready-to-wear, from ordinary decorative sachets to storage bags used by cultivators, as well as various sets of great value.

The spiritual silk products of the Mo family are very famous in the whole Yanzhou, and there are also many cultivators who are famous for coming here, and the business is not good.

Ink-dyed clothes glanced inside, then turned to the back.

The main entrance is to welcome customers to do business, and the back door is the boundary of receiving embroidery.

There was a long queue at the back door of the brocade workshop, and there was a person guarding the door, and someone came out of it before he accepted the sign in front of the team and let him in.

She looked left and right, but didn't see Su Niang's shadow, thinking that she probably went in, so she stood aside and waited.

Most of the people who came to sell embroidery were some old women, and she was a little girl standing on one side was very eye-catching, and many women looked at her at a glance, their eyes were very hesitant, as if they wanted to come and did not dare to come.

She naturally knows what the reason is, in the past in the school, but also heard such an ear, every time to the brocade workshop to collect embroidery, these embroidery girls come to sell embroidery, you can take the opportunity to buy some cheap things, such as purse handkerchiefs and the like.

Of course, the people who came to buy were girls, they were all fairy children with spiritual roots, even if they couldn't enter the sect, they would have a good future when they got married in the future.

However, they don't come forward by themselves, they don't lose their identity, they usually come forward by the maidservants around them, so, like ink-dyed clothes, standing here alone, no one dares to move forward, although they think very much.

"Miss, Miss Dye is also there." As soon as Xiangmei saw the ink-dyed clothes, she immediately retreated and told the ink-dyed paintings.

She secretly looked at her young lady's expression, and sure enough, there was a thin layer of anger in her eyes.

sighed lightly in her heart, Miss Dyeing and Painting is obviously Miss Yanzhi, with a noble status, and she can let the brocade workshop send it to the house to choose what she wants, but she likes to come here, and she has a good face, and she doesn't want to bump into other people, once or twice, the other ladies have understood her strength, so she automatically staggers this time, but I didn't expect that Miss Dyeing is here today.

"Humph! However, the daughter of the concubine of the side branch also dares to compete for Miss Ben! The ink dye painting pursed her lips and walked over quickly, Xiangmei lowered her head and followed behind.

Of course, Mo Dye Yi saw the two of Mo Dye Painting coming over, and frowned slightly, she didn't want to be contaminated at all with this willful and rude lady.

"Sister Dyeing and Painting." Ink-dyed clothes made a peer salute.

"I can't afford it, my mother is the lady of the main room." In one sentence, the identity of the daughter of the ink-dyed concubine was pointed out.

She slowly straightened up and glanced at the other party lightly, "What advice does Miss Dyeing and Painting have?" ”

"Advice? Do you deserve it too? Get out of here quickly, don't get in my way anymore, and take back your pitiful appearance, Miss Ben is most impatient with you like this, a poor and sour little family, delicate and pretentious, disgusting! The disgust of the ink dye painting was undisguised, and it was placed on his face, and his tone was extremely disdainful.

"Yiyi!" A slightly trembling high-pitched voice intervened, and the fierce color in the eyes of the ink dyeing clothes flashed, and he glanced deeply at the ink dyed painting, and turned to greet him.

"Mother, you're out."

Su Niang looked up and down uneasily, and saw that she was fine, and then she was relieved.

"You're here to pick up your mother? Let's go, don't let your dad wait at home. After speaking, she grabbed the hand of the ink-dyed clothes, squeezed it gently, and whispered: "Tell this young lady, let's go back first." ”

How could she not know who the young lady in front of her was, but she had seen with her own eyes the scene where the young lady who dyed and painted set people's hair on the spot, laughed on the side, and did not allow anyone to extinguish the fire.

The little girl who was ordered to have her hair was burned and half of her face was disfigured, I heard that it was the daughter of the owner of the restaurant on the street next door, and she was also a side branch of the Mo family.

That's the young lady of this sect, they can't afford to provoke it.

"Let's go, mother." Mo Dye Yi shook her head firmly at Su Niang, and walked away with her, she put up with this breath for the time being, there will always be a time to think about it in the future.

Su Niang glanced back uneasily, only to see the dyeing and painting lady staring at their departing figures, her anger was not vented, she actually slapped the maid behind her fiercely, the strength was so great that the maid fell to the ground, and the bright red at the corner of her mouth stinged her eyes.

Turning his head in shock, he grabbed his daughter's hand a little harder.

Feeling Su Niang's worry, Mo Dyed Yi said softly: "It's okay mother, my sister is an inner disciple!" ”

"Yes, your sister is an inner disciple, so you have to be careful." Su Niang relaxed a little.

Ink dyed clothes smiled lightly, these words are also Meng Su Niang, but if the ink dyed painting has a little scruples, he will not insult her on the street.

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