Tomorrow is the last day of the morning snow festival, and I heard that in the early morning, there will be a heavy snow in the mountain that does not sleep, which indicates the end of the morning snow festival in the mountain and the arrival of winter that will help the world.

The cold night is coming.

Under the urging of his little sister Hongshao, Li Zijin finally came to the city that never sleeps, intending to buy a dress that could be seen in the past.

After entering the flowery city that never sleeps, a white-haired old woman appeared in front of the two and blocked the way.

She casually threw Li Zijin seven fairy coins, and said: "In the picture scroll of the small cave sky, the Cave Mansion Realm Tree Demon Demon Pill sold twenty-one frost money, my young lady, Ding Yu of the Cangyun Sword Sect, and you, each have seven pieces." ”

Li Zijin was stunned in place, crying and laughing "for no reason" The seven frost coins that fell into his palm, if it weren't for the white-haired old woman who came to send the money, he probably forgot the scarlet demon pill that was held by the girl when he left the palace in the small hole of the picture scroll.

I don't think the other party will hack his money, and the Yanyu Sect will not.

Li Zijin was just a little strange and asked, "Why don't you come by yourself tomorrow night?"

The white-haired old woman snorted coldly, and glanced at Hong Shao behind Li Zijin intentionally or unintentionally, "The stinky boy is eating in the bowl and looking at the pot, you are also worthy?"

After saying this, the old woman shrank into inches and disappeared in front of the young man's eyes in an instant.

Leaving a confused young swordsman with a question mark on his face, he said helplessly: "What is in the bowl, where is this?"

The girl Hongshao, dressed in white and wearing a hosta on her head, asked her curiously the best senior brother in the world, "Senior brother, what does it mean to eat in the bowl and look at the pot?"

"Hell knows. He stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the girl's little head.

In a cloth shop called "Weaving Clouds" in the city that never sleeps, the young swordsman looked at the two clothes that looked good on the left and right, and he was entangled.

"Since Senior Brother likes it, why don't you just buy both?" The girl is extremely simple, in fact, so far, she has no concept of the word "money".

During the Sleepless Mountain Morning Snow Festival, food, clothing, housing and transportation do not need to pay a penny from the Qi refiners in the world, so Hong Shao does not know that walking the rivers and lakes, without silver in his pocket, it will be difficult to move an inch.

And Li Zijin doesn't need to worry about this problem at all now, after all, he had twenty-five frost coins before, which was the harvest of selling the golden turtle, and because of all this, he spent two frost coins before, and there were still twenty-three left.

In addition, today's white-haired old woman "deliberately" came to give the boy seven frost money.

Now, even if Li Zijin doesn't count the hundreds of stunning coins left by Su Hu, just counting his own belongings, there are enough thirty frost money.

And even though this is already the best cloth shop in the city that never sleeps, the clothes and brocade in the shop are actually sold extremely cheaply.

For example, the two brocades that the young man is looking at at at the moment cannot be called clothes, the same indigo and the same bamboo blue, are only sold for nine small full coins and fourteen small full coins respectively.

Even if you buy both, it is nothing more than the price of twenty-three small full coins, which is just a drop in the bucket for Li Zijin today.

But the boy is used to being diligent and thrifty.

It is said that it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift, but a teenager who started as a scholar since he was a child has been diligent and thrifty for more than ten years, and he can't get rid of this problem of picking on himself for a while.

Moreover, Li Zijin does not think that thrift needs to be changed.

"When both things are good and you can have them, I just want the better one," he laughs. ”

Hong Shao held his chin with one hand and his elbow with the other, thinking about how to tell which one was better.

Just a short moment when the koi girl fell into deep thought, Li Zijin had already asked the embroidery girl in the weaving cloud cloth shop to take off the bamboo blue brocade.

In the weaving cloud cloth store, Luo brocade and gezuta satin, silk yarn spinning, silk and silk velvet, dazzling, everything.

And the fairy cloth shop is different from those cloth villages and embroidery villages in the secular dynasty that are mainly embroidered girls.

The main force in the Xianjia cloth shop is a tailor who is mainly a paper figure made of Taiping techniques.

These paper figurines, who have been enlightened by the Taiping Technique, not only look no different from ordinary people, but also have flesh and blood, and even have a trace of consciousness and know how to communicate with people.

The craftsmanship of tailor-made clothes and silk tailoring for guests is quite exquisite, and it is more attentive and meticulous than ordinary people. It is a more advanced art of pointing.

And such a magical power that can turn the pale paper man into consciousness is just a fairly ordinary technique in the Taiping Essentials.

What's even more powerful is that it turns day into night, scattering beans into soldiers, turning stones into gold, and swinging swords into rivers.

A book of Taiping techniques, calling for wind and rain, turning mountains and seas, almost omnipotent.

It is rumored that Buyeshan started with the Taiping Qing collar book handed down by the ancestor of the sect master, and he was forced to expand the development of the sect to the terrifying scale it is today.

Many of the places in the city that never sleeps are also full of shadows of magical powers above the Taiping Technique.

The husband who fights in the city that never sleeps, the night envoy who is stationed outside the city at twelve o'clock, the paper embroiderer of the embroidery village, and the paper tailor.

Even the dusty "women" in those Fengyue places in the city that never sleeps, there are many of them, who are paper figures who have been ignited with consciousness and flesh and blood.

It's just that when they are enlightened by the Taiping Technique, they are almost the same as ordinary people, and some of them are smart and clever, and they can continue to learn from human experience and know how to think.

The seven emotions and six desires will also be gradually completed.

In the end, the original piece of paper has become a living person, and he can even get through the sea of knowledge, start cultivating, and become a mountain man who is the envy of ordinary people.

At this moment, the beautiful lady who is about to be responsible for tailoring Li Zijin is a paper tailor who has been lit.

With a smile on her face, she introduced Li Zijin and the girl Hongshao into the inner room, made a pot of tea for the two guests, and said with a smile: "If the son doesn't take it off, how can the little woman measure the child?"

Li Zijin reacted, took off the Cuiqu sword on his back, and smiled awkwardly: "Do you still have to measure it? ”

He looked at the beautiful girl, holding a fairy softness, and the lotus step moved lightly, walking towards him, and couldn't help but feel a little infiltrating.

The beautiful lady should have said: "Without being measured, the clothes that are cut out will not fit, for example, the Taoist robe on the child's current body is a negative example, look, the waist is so tight, the cuffs and collar are not loose enough, and the piece on the back is about to be broken······"

When explaining to Li Zijin in words, the beautiful lady who was lit up also approached and "pointed" at the clothes on the young man's body.

But it's all out of good intentions, after all, what Li Zijin is wearing at the moment is still the little boy of the Cangyun Sword Sect, Ding Yu's robe, which really doesn't fit well.

It had been three days since the three of them came out of the small cave in the picture scroll.

Two days ago, Li Zijin also went to the small building near the lake where the Cangyun Sword Sect lived to visit Ding Yu.

At that time, the little boy was asleep, Li Zijin visited through the window and saw Qi Changsheng giving him medicine, and the skin injuries on the little boy's body had already healed most of them.

I just heard Qi Changsheng say that he still has some bruises in his body and needs to recuperate for a while.

And the reason why Li Zijin agreed to buy clothes was because he planned to put on new clothes as soon as possible, so that he could return the robe to Ding Yu.

Otherwise, what's the matter with always wearing other people's clothes?

The green shirt that he loved quite much before was soaked by the lake in the picture scroll cave sky, and I heard the girl say tomorrow night that it was Ding Yu who changed his clothes for himself.

When he left Dongtian, he couldn't delay because of Ding Yu's injury, so he left in a hurry, so he didn't have time to take the green shirt.

Tomorrow night, after leaving the picture scroll cave, she actually changed into a black dress, looking at it, it was exactly the same as what she had worn before.

Obviously, it was the "same" piece of clothing, the same color and style, and the girl bought countless pieces.

In the end, it is the daughter of a big family, and it is not something that I can compare with a little scholar.

"That's fine······ Li Zijin stood up, straightened his hands, and stood up straight, waiting for the beautiful lady to measure herself.

The beautiful lady approached the young man, stretched the soft rectangular, gave Li Zijin up and down, measured it, took out a pen and paper, recorded the size of the young man's body, and asked with a smile: "If the son wants to measure more finely, you can go to the back room, take off your clothes and let the little woman measure it for you again." ”

"No need!" Li Zijin almost blurted out, blushing a little, this paper tailor, when he was measuring him, although his demeanor was all necessary and did not exceed the rules in the slightest, but the young man just felt strange and uncomfortable.

The beautiful lady didn't care, she covered her mouth and chuckled: "The little woman is a paper tailor, not the woman in the world, if the son is afraid that this girl will be jealous, there is no need." ”

It seems that she mistakenly thought that Hong Shao was Li Zijin's Taoist companion.

Li Zijin asked curiously, "Paper tailor?"

She nodded and smiled, and briefly introduced to Li Zijin, her origin, and a few words about the flesh and bones, enlightenment, and consciousness for the paper man.

Hearing this, the young man was amazed, and looked the beautiful girl up and down again, but he really didn't see any difference from a human woman.

The beautiful lady took out a handful of gilded silk from the counter, and then twisted the paper that recorded Li Zijin's body measurements on her fingertips, and gently cut the paper with a gilded silk stick. Then he recited the mantra silently, holding the gilt silk with one hand, and pinching the bamboo blue brocade with the other, under the gaze of the boy and girl, at an incredible speed, a green shirt was cut in an instant!

"Wow, senior brother, she's so fast!" Hong Shao stood up suddenly, amazed.

"This?" Li Zijin was dumbfounded, and it was cut in an instant? The beautiful lady who called herself a paper tailor just now was just holding the gilt silk and throwing it on the bamboo blue brocade, and then the speed soared sharply, and Li Zijin was dazzled, this cutting speed can be compared with the speed of the old man's body, but it pulled out a burst of afterimages, which is slightly inferior.

In no more than one breath, Mei Jiaoniang cut out a green shirt tailored for Li Zijin in front of the two.

The scraps on the ground are the best proof, and the two of them can't help but believe it.