While the northwest is experiencing the most difficult heat of the year, the northern foot of Tiannan Mountain at the southern tip of the mainland is the most brilliant season of the year. Under the snow line that has not melted all year round, a large patch of mottled green is finally revealed, and the wind blowing in the mountains and fields seems to have a slight sense of tenderness. The oblique sun seemed to have gone through a long journey, looking a little tired and lazy, projected in the atmosphere of the grass and warblers flying, and in the trickle of melting ice and snow, everything was so bright as the swaying of small flowers. Everyone who stands here wants to stretch their limbs and yawn, or tilt their necks back and open their nostrils to ...... the clear blue sky.

The streets of Roaring Town were still muddy, and the black-brown surface of the frozen soil that covered the mountains was untouched, and the snow mixed them with sticky black sesame paste. They were carried by the soles of the low-ranking monks' boots and wheels, and carried to all corners of the bluestone pavement.

In the center of the town, those bright robes engraved with Jingwen dodged and complained, as if they were so expensive that the cost of dozens of spirit stones was blind. In fact, even if those fabrics are rolled in the mud, they will look new as long as they are shaken lightly.

In the courtyard of the 'Yunshang Garment Workshop', the weavers were not idle with their fingers flying in their mouths, and the rumors in the market were enthusiastically stir-fried in the sound of the loom clicking. It seems to be a completely different world from the street outside, and you are in a trance to the interior of a beehive.

Fang Wanrong, the owner of this room, was in the center of the courtyard, really like a queen bee, reclining in the wide and comfortable back couch, lazily supporting her plump chin.

This couch is her beloved thing, and everywhere she goes, this couch is inseparable from this nine girls. She is the ninth daughter of the 'Imperial Treasure Pavilion', the largest Shang cultivation sect in the Southern Continent, and the only nine girls in the Fang family's generation who have never married. In this continent that likes marriage, a pearl in the palm of a rich country like her used to be the desire of the children of many sects, and even a few immortal monarch-level figures who have lived for hundreds of years have also thought about her.

This chair was given to her at the age of sixteen, and she never left it until she was thirty. Even after a few years, she would not hesitate to customize a few more extravagant ones, but it would not be long before the chair was moved back to its original place from the underground warehouse and wiped as new. After the age of thirty, no new chairs came in her storeroom, and she seemed to be completely married to this couch. Like an ancient jade that has been polished by a master player, this not very valuable chair has a warm luster, and it is even more soaked into the painstaking efforts of the maker and the tarsal thoughts of the nine girls for that person.

The natural feeling of comfort is so tugging at the heartstrings that everyone who comes near it wants to experience what it's like to sink in, especially when it's empty. But you have to bear the consequences. Once the deacon of the treasury, because of the excitement of the inventory, this guy who didn't know how big his ass was, was finally beaten from the left and right halves to the horizontal and vertical eighteen and a half, and he was lying on his stomach all his life except standing.

Now, the Fang family has monopolized the cicada silk business for a full hundred years, and she, the ninth girl, is also over forty years old. Although the face of countless elixirs is still as tender as twenty-eight years, only the green world is missing in his eyes, and some are hot and cold. These eyes, which had once fascinated countless sect disciples, were now drifting to a loom in the corner from time to time, the figure that was blurred by the silk thread.

Three full days, which is long enough for a summer tour to the south. Because the origin of snow cicada silk is very rare in this vast Tiannan Mountain, but it is by no means only one town roaring, and the customary stay in each place is only two days at most. As one of the nine masters, especially as a woman, she doesn't have to look at anyone's face, two days or two days are enough to deal with any situation.

Since she inadvertently began to notice this figure, Fang Wanrong's heart was like rubbing a handful of salt, and she always subconsciously looked at her twice. From the moment she answered the name 'Cher', the quiet girl was deeply watched. There is no 'er' in the accent here, and no matter how hard you try, you can only shout the long sound of "Xue'e".

Among the more than 100 weavers in front of her, more than a dozen were weavers she brought out of her home. They were the main focus of the tour: the cicada cocoons were collected from the hands of private gatherers, and the silk drawing workshop was in the adjacent courtyard, where there were more than 1,000 female cultivators, and there were less than 90 people who could actually sit here and weave with silk threads. These men were the master weavers in the town, earning three times as much as the usual silk pullers. However, the expensive cicada brocade can not tolerate too many imperfections, and must be guided and supervised by a weaver all year round. There will be two weavers left here, who will be replaced next summer. Their vision and approach will make these primary fabrics more delicate and high-end.

As for the process of moire and pure text, it will be processed in the secret ground of the sect. What her Fang family is doing is not a mainland business of dozens of spirit stones, but her Fang Jiuniang said that there are as many spirit stones as a foot, and there are as many spirit stones as a foot high-end. If you add the in-depth craftsmanship in the later period, it is not a valuable thing that is circulated in the market, but a luxurious line that the nobles of the sect are eager to do.

But this woman named 'Xue'e', all the fabrics that pass through her hands are not defective, and they are dense and supple Grade A products. The precision and length of her weaving in the past three days have been the most prominent, but she has been here for less than a month. Now even if she is crowned as the first weaver girl in Roaring Town, she is worthy of the name and has no exaggeration. What's even more rare is that this woman seems to be born quiet, and she only nods and shakes her head, smiles and frowns all day to express almost all meanings.

"With such a person sitting here, do you still need to keep people?" Seeing that quiet figure, Fang Jiuniang thought. However, this is not the most important issue, usually one woman suddenly starts to pay attention to another woman, I am afraid that it is directly related to the dreams of girlhood. For example, a dazzling garment, jewelry, etc., the so-called vulgar but flooded thoughts, or a face that I can think of and look forward to is on my face.

With Fang Jiuniang's cultivation, the face that she tried to hide seemed to be close at the moment, causing her to keep thinking: "I haven't seen her groom and dress up in the past few days, she is sincere." Even the uniforms with Jingwen in the clothing shop were dressed in a bloated appearance, and there must be something tied around the waist. Gao Wan's hair was also deliberately unkempt and hung down half of it, covering most of his cheeks. In this place, where there are no men in and out, it is still like this, and I am afraid that it will be even more disguised on weekdays. It's like a man in the family who always carries a knife to kill people for her." Thinking of this, the only female head of the Fang family pursed her mouth.

"The corners of the eyes are straight, not strong or demonic, they are a little more upright than me, the eyebrows are long and beautiful, they are a little clearer than me, and the bridge of the nose is also higher, and the lips are more delicate... But it's these damn little bits, which make her a lot more beautiful than her mother. What is her mother's name? I actually forced my mother to want to scold people so much!"

Especially in the past two days, Fang Jiuniang was tormented by her sometimes evil and sometimes loving thoughts. "What does it say in the ancient books, 'Lan Xinhui', yes! That's it, as long as those stinky men in Fengxian City see her, they will definitely say so." Thinking of this, she sighed, "Hey—no wonder, under such a face, even if she spun a mess of hemp, who cares? The nun doesn't care whether it is or not, as long as she is willing to sit in front of the loom with her pretend, let alone look like this, but if there is a little sunshine, it will not brighten the eyes of those grandsons!"

She changed her posture and leaned half-leaning on the armrest on the other side, and after a while, she finally made up her mind to take Xue'e away. Of course, before leaving, you need to talk to Xue'e, so there is the following paragraph.

"Xue-E! I heard that you are an orphan? That Grandma Yan is not your relative?"

"But they saved me from the snow. ”

"So, you're alone in this realm? Have you ever been to Fengxian City? Where is the largest Yunshang Workshop in the Southern Continent, with your understanding, you may be able to become a good rune master. ”

"Family Master, can you finish this month? I want to leave the spirit stones of the income to Grandma Yan and them. ”

"No, I can give it to you now. Don't get me wrong, the length you spun is already someone else's month-long size, so you deserve it. Now you don't have any requirements, can you come with me?"

"Yes!" Xue replied unusually calmly and simply, which surprised Fang Jiuniang a little. "There really are no other requirements, such as treatment or something?"

"Yes! I don't want to show my face. As for the rest, I'll have to wait until you're happy with me. Cher remained firmly calm.

"Yes! I like your personality! But you don't know me yet. I like to hear why, or why, first. ”

"I came here because I didn't see a person, a fellow villager from Kyushu like me. Xue'er lowered her chin and her chin was very dignified, and her voice was lowered. The same voice in my heart continued: "It's a sad man who ran away." ”

Fang Jiuniang smiled heartily, as if she was sixteen years old, and thought in her heart: That must be your beloved. A man whose heart aches at the mention of it. ...............。

This kind of conversation seems to be a tacit agreement.

Two clever women were playing a game of good and evil, and one of them was thinking: this girl who was the same age as herself loved the same, but what was the result? The other uses her heart to gamble on an adventurous journey. She knew profoundly that the cultivator in front of her, who had a strong background for her, might turn herself into a shattered shell, whether for good or evil. But at the moment, she had no choice, no one knew her or him, the world was so big, if she couldn't take this step from Roaring Town, then the chances of her meeting him would only be even slimmer.

However, he didn't know all this, and he didn't know that if he hadn't come here, this world wouldn't exist for her.