In the light silence of the night, the cloud tree strolls in the wheat cutting city. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At that moment he froze, and looked around, and the street was empty.

Yun Shu immediately turned around, kicked three steps in a row, stepped on a high wall, and then used his strength to jump onto the eaves of the house in the courtyard.

Just now, he passed by this compound before, and saw that the door was locked, so no one must have been there. Although you can't break into the house and be a thief, it should be considered a ...... to borrow the roof of this house

"It's over, right?" Yun Shu sat down and muttered to himself, and after a moment he sighed again, "Ugh...... A prodigal son like me should have nothing to do with the quilt......"

Lie down and pull up the black sheath, just like in the past. The red clouds that are pressed under him are always warm and can be used to warm his back.

After closing his eyes, he entered his own chaos, and then, he saw the Great Rift.

"Uncle, what makes people uncomfortable is not that they keep hurrying, but that they have walked the road once, and they have to walk a second time......" Looking at the dark mountains in front of him, Yunshu said in pain.

............

Looking away from the eaves not far away, Qing Ling stood still on the side of the street for a while, and then leaned against the root of the wall, melted into the thickest darkness, and walked elsewhere.

The street is getting narrower and narrower, and Qingling is walking faster and faster, when you step on this road, and then look at both sides, you will be doing all kinds of handicrafts to make a living.

Tea houses, woodware, flower houses, ready-to-wear shops...... One house after another, all closed. Halfway down the street, she stopped at the door of a shop.

Inside, the dim candlelight shrouded an old man, whose legs and feet did not look very dexterous, walked and stood up. The candle was being held behind his shoulder in a slightly strange posture with great effort. In the other hand, holding a duster, he swept the dust off a row of cloths. It's a cloth line.

"Knock knock. Qing Ling stood outside with his hands in his hands, and after hesitating for a long time, he knocked lightly on the door twice.

The old man in the room was stunned when he heard the voice, dropped his hand that raised the fire, turned his head, and squinted his eyes at this place.

“...... Oops!"

The old man shrank in fright, staggered, hurriedly held on to the cabinet, and examined it a few more times before he patted his chest and exhaled.

"You girl, why do you have a mask? I think I'm going to see a ghost......

Qing Ling hurriedly bowed to him, and after the old man stood firm, he crossed the threshold and stood at the counter on the left.

"Girl, what are you...... Some cloth?" asked the old man.

Qing Ling nodded.

"Haha, the loss is that it's winter, and at this time, my body always hurts, if it's as usual, I'm the same as other families, and I'll be closed long ago." The old man changed the candle and said, "Besides, why did you come at this time? It's dark in the morning, and you can't see the color of this cloth, how should you pick it......

“...... I, can, see. Qing Ling's hand curled up in front of him, and after a while, he said timidly.

"Can you see that? Okay...... You choose. The old man tugged a few times and removed the tarpaulin that was covering the counter in several places, "My shop, although it is not as big as those who came after, but it has been in business for decades, and all the vendors from all walks of life recognize it." I naturally have the cloth that other families have, but they don't, and I may have a few rolls here......"

The old man approached, looked at Qing Ling carefully, and said in surprise: "Your armor is really extraordinary, it turns out that you are a person who knows how to cultivate, no wonder...... By the way, girl, what kind of clothes are you going to make when you choose cloth?"

“...... I want to make a cloak ......," Qingling said.

"Cloak...... There are a lot of materials for making cloaks. The old man waved his hand and pointed to the side, turned back to the cabinet, took aside the several rolls of cloth attached to the head, patted the bottom and said, "Silk and cotton are all here, you can choose according to your preference." Winter is coming, and the lining should also be made of woolen ...... Hey, girl, which tailor do you want to give the cloth to? The ones on the street are very good-knew, and I know a few of them. ”

"No need to ......" Qing Ling shook his head, "I can do it myself." ”

"Oh, will you? haha...... Good girl, good woman!" The old man laughed, "The hand can dance the sword, and the needle can be handled, it's not easy......"

Qing Ling bowed his head and didn't say anything more.

"In that case, when you have chosen, I will give you some silk threads and so on. The eyes are already broken, and those are no longer needed...... Come, come and take a look and find the one you like. The old man stepped out of the way.

Qing Ling stood up, her head moving slightly, and after a moment, she reached out and stroked it on a roll of cloth.

"Haha, good eyesight!" The old man looked at it from behind, immediately praised it, and introduced it in detail: "This red cloth is produced in the thirteen villages of Nanling in Xialang, and the safflower dye made by the people there is the most positive color. The tassels hanging under the eaves of the Apocalypse Imperial City are knotted with this kind of cloth, which is exposed to the wind and sun, and it will be like new for hundreds of years. People in other places call it 'Phoenix Fire'. ”

After listening to this, Qing Ling nodded, and his eyes under the mask were also very bright.

"Let's pick it first. ”

"That's good. The old man unfolded the cloth and counted Qing Ling's height by eye. Then, with open his hand, he measured the cloth one by one, and after stopping, said, "These should be enough, and I will go and get the scissors ......."

"No, I don't. Qing Ling stopped the old man, and then, in his puzzled gaze, stretched out his arm.

The fingers, glowing with a thin silver light, pressed against the cloth, and as soon as he swiped along the place where he had just measured, the cloth broke silently.

"Wow, girl, what a good trick. The old man exclaimed.

Qing Ling folded the cloth and said again: "I want some cloth too." ”

"Cloth ...... Then you just need to choose one that is warmer...... the old man looked around, walked to the middle counter, rummaged in it for a long time, and came out with a roll of cloth, "This is spun with wool, and the most velvet is added, but it is light and strong, no wrinkles, and no fluffing." In the Northern Wilderness, very few people can have such craftsmanship......"

Qingling stretched out his hand and twisted on the material, the silky smooth and soft and comfortable feeling immediately appeared on the fingertips, imagine the feeling of it covering the body, it should be......

"Take a piece. Qing Ling pointed and folded the cloth again, "I have to choose another ......"

The old man smiled: "I chose the Phoenix Fire on one side, but what about the other side?"

"Black...... No, let's take a look first......" Qingling said.

"Haha, that's it, girl's house, you should choose something bright and lively. The old man smiled even more, and took a box from the cabinet, "The sample cloth in here is all brocade from the south, you can pick one of them...... Here, you take a candle and take a look in front of the mirror. ”