surnamed Wang

Wang Gingquan walked out of the restaurant, looked around in a daze, after a long while, sighed, and continued to walk north along the street, now he only has [-] spirit stones left on him, and he wonders if he can buy a suit of clothes.

After walking no less than a hundred steps, a familiar voice came from my ear:

"Zhao Daoyou, what a coincidence?"

Wang Gangquan turned his head and saw a pleasing pink shirt, his original boredom was immediately swept away, he approached with a smile on his face and said:

"Ah, Fairy Honghong, why are you here?"

"I made some clothes to sell, Mr. Zhao, would you like to have a look?"

"Okay."

Wang Gingquan lowered his head with a smile, and a pink mood immediately came into view, and he saw that the stalls in front of him were all pink clothes of various colors.

"Miss Honghong, the color of this dress is so pretty." The corner of Wang Tingquan's mouth twitched.

"That's right, it's a pity that no one came to visit."

"They are all short-sighted, how can they appreciate it?"

"Since Mr. Zhao likes it so much, I'll give it to you as a gift."

After finally finding a bosom friend, the woman showed joy, and pulled out a long robe from it. The style was not to choose, and the material was also of the best quality. It was a man's attire, but it was still pink.

"This..." Wang Gingquan was in trouble for a while, although he admired the other party very much, he really didn't have the courage to wear the pink clothes.

"Humph!"

At this time, a sudden cold snort came from next to his ear, Wang Gangquan turned his head, and said with a smile on his brows:

"Miss Lu, long time no see."

"Do I know you very well, do you buy clothes or not? This is sewed by my sister herself."

"is it?"

Wang Gangquan turned his head, but saw a blush quietly appearing on the cheek of the woman in the pink skirt, his heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he coughed dryly:

"Zhao really likes it very much, but it's a pity that he is so shy. He was just cheated by a bad old man for a meal, and now he has [-] spirit stones left in his pocket."

"Oh? Mr. Zhao is talking about the old man at the gate of the restaurant in the south?"

"Exactly, Miss Honghong knows him?"

"He is there every day. Many monks have already been fooled, and the local monks know him."

"It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, it's a good deed. Miss Honghong, in my humble opinion, the material of your clothes is very good. It should be woven from the top-quality silk of Chixia Peak. In addition to being warm in winter and cool in summer, it can also resist Some magic damage, coupled with your own priceless craftsmanship, a hundred thousand spirit stones for a suit of clothes is not too much."

Wang Gangquan's horse, which was full of hype, was photographed so that his face was flushed and his face was full of smiles. The younger sister at the side was afraid that her elder sister would be tricked by that hateful guy's sweet words, so she snorted again.

Unexpectedly, Yan Hong, who was smiling coquettishly just a moment ago, immediately lowered her face, turned her head and said:

"Hmph, what, didn't you see that I was talking to Mr. Zhao?"

"Sister, you..."

"What are you, are you done with Qitang?"

"You didn't call me..."

In the middle of speaking, Yan Lu saw her sister staring at her, so she could only honestly say "oh", then turned and left.

Wang Gangquan smiled awkwardly but politely, he couldn't see through the two sisters in front of him more and more.

Yan Hong turned her head and said with a smile again:
"No money, I'll give it to you."

"Ah, what's the point of this?"

"Take it."

The woman forced the clothes into the opponent's hands, her face turned red again, Wang Gangquan, a senior man, was also a little embarrassed, smiled smirkly, thanked him and left.

……

Back at the Lingyun Sect, Wang Bingquan lay on the dragon chair in a daze. Every time he saw Yanhong, he always had a different feeling.

When they met for the first time, the other party was like an innocent little girl, holding flowers in their hands, and smiling brightly at her; the second time they met, Ji Lu put herself into the gourd, and she became a strict sister, who ruled the playful little girl to death. Submissive post; the third time, on Chixia Peak, Yan Hong was with another female monk, gentle and elegant, like a lady of everyone; this time was the most outrageous, almost like a girl in love, with eyes full of endless words affection.

Just as he was thinking, footsteps came from the entrance of the cave. Nie Zhongliang walked in with a fish, and was obviously taken aback when he saw Master.

Wang Qingquan raised his eyelids and said:

"Why, isn't this new clothes handsome for the teacher?"

"Master looks handsome in whatever he wears."

"Stinky boy, don't fool around with Xu Tiedan in the future. By the way, why does the fish in your hand look so familiar?"

"is it?"

Nie Zhongliang raised his hand and carefully looked at the aura-rich carp. Not to mention, he also had a sense of familiarity. At this moment, both master and apprentice recalled it almost at the same time, and rushed out of the hole.

……

A few days later, wearing a pink shirt, he walked from the east side of Yanjun Peak to the north side, attracting the attention of many monks along the way, and some of them had already begun to doubt his orientation. Wang Bingquan walked towards the sword hall alone as if nothing happened.

Nie Zhongliang left the school a long time ago. The master knew that the apprentice had a thin skin, and he didn't want to follow him to lose this person.

Xu Tiedan has been fined and banned for a month, and the dog Huang Jinguang doesn't know which forest he is in at the moment. After all the calculations, Xia Xiaoyu is the only one of these apprentices.

The sword hall is located on a huge rock, and there is a big "sword" character on the cliff beside the door, showing something unusual.

The word "sword" in this world is different from Jiuyuan, which is left and right sword, which means both offensive and defensive.

This is the case with the sword characters right now. The left half is vigorous and reserved, which should come from a monk who has practiced swords for many years.

With Wang Bingquan's superficial understanding of swords, he can't tell which one is better or worse. If he is allowed to choose, he will naturally prefer the right half.

When he came to the door of the sword hall, before he could knock on the door, the little apprentice Nie Zhongliang opened the door first, looked around, and made a subtle gesture.

"You boy, are you just so unimpressed with the teacher's clothes?"

"Master, do you know what people are talking about you on the mountain now?"

"Don't worry about them, you won't be afraid of the shadow if you stand upright. When you can realize this, you will be considered a teacher on the road of cultivating the mind."

After getting along for a few months, the master and the apprentice are already familiar with each other, and it's okay to make some irrelevant jokes.

……

Wang Gingquan and his disciples came to the sword hall. As soon as they entered the door, everyone's eyes turned to this side, and a woman with gorgeous makeup came forward and said:

"This is Daoyou Zhao."

"It's down."

"My name is Nanfeng Zuiwu, acting head of the sword hall, and I will be responsible for teaching you sword skills for the next month."

After all, the woman looked at Nie Zhongliang with approval in her eyes, "I don't comment on Zhao Daoyou's personal style, but you have indeed taken in a good disciple."

"What's wrong with my personal style?" Wang Bingquan looked puzzled.

The woman didn't continue to talk about it anymore, she walked directly outside, and said as she walked:

"Fellow Daoist must have read the writing on the cliff outside, what do you think?"

"The sword energy is awe-inspiring, and it comes from the hands of a young man and an old man respectively."

"good."

While talking, the three of them returned to the gate and looked up at the calligraphy on the cliff, or the sword technique.

The woman looked at the master and the apprentice and said indifferently:
"Whether in the Three Realms or outside the territory, all are respected by art, but now the immortal emperor of Sanxian Island is proving the way with a sword. Of course, this is also inseparable from his profound cultivation.

For thousands of years, countless monks imitated the Taibai Immortal Emperor back then, but in the end there were very few outstanding ones, and none of the few who are most likely to succeed the Immortal Emperor now use a sword.

Only Zhao Shuquan, who guarded Bai Yujing, saw the Immortal Emperor's neck on the way of the sword. "

As she spoke, the woman looked up at the word "Sword" on the cliff again, and murmured:

"However, there is one thing you guessed wrong. The right half of the sword is written by the elders, and the left half of the sword is written by the young."

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