Pastoral pamper: Cultivating the field, cultivating immortals, giving birth to cubs

Chapter 221 Young Sect Master

Zihua scratched her head, obviously did not expect to become like this suddenly, help Zixin at a loss: "You are my sister, I can still blame you. It's okay, don't cry, your eyes are red like rabbits. "

"Pfft! You have the eyes of a rabbit!" Zixin smiled through tears, chasing and fighting with Zihua.

"Don't run too far, let's go to the cloth shop in front." Mu Nuanan put down the money and picked up the things on the table: "Boss, the money is on hold, please accept it."

"Come on, guest officer, go slowly."

When passing by the two people next door, Wuyin's body was tense, and he helped Mu Nuan'an carry things with one hand, and followed her quickly with his head down.

"Junior brother, did you notice? That woman looks similar to our young suzerain." The tall man was drinking tea, looking deeply at the familiar figure from behind.

Hearing this, the short cultivator put down the teacup in his hand, followed the tall man's line of sight, only saw a petite figure from the back, and a detection technique hit him: "No way, why is our young suzerain a mortal who can't cultivate. Brother, don't think too much, maybe it's just someone who looks similar."

"Maybe..." The tall monk was obviously not very interested.There are so many similar people in the world, maybe it is really just similar people?but……

Looking deeply at the woman who took the lead to leave...

A girl whose cultivation level he couldn't see clearly, a kid (girl) who had left two qi refining periods before.

"Let's go." The tall man threw down a low-level spirit stone, got up and left. "We still have to go to the next few towns to see."

"Ah? Isn't it? I haven't finished drinking yet. Eh? Wait for me!" But seeing that the senior brother didn't wait for him, he drank the tea in the teacup in one gulp and hurriedly followed.

"Sister, what do you think of this batch of fabrics?" Zixin caressed the fabrics in her hands.

Hearing the sound, Mu Nuan'an put down the material in her hand, and walked up to the piece of fabric that Zi Xin said.

"Well, it's not bad, it's a rare piece of Shu brocade..."

"This girl's fiery eyes are so golden!" The proprietress with a large peony flower twisted her waist and walked in front of Mu Nuan'an, picked up the fabric in Mu Nuan'an's hand, and introduced Shu brocade to Zi Xin with a smile. "This is a rare piece of material. It was brought from Wujiao, but my boss's energy was ruined. President Qing Tianfu only got this one, only this one."

"Ah? Isn't that very expensive?" Zixin put down the material in her hand in embarrassment, for fear that her hands would be too rough and scratch it.

"It's okay, Sister Qian still has some." Mu Nuan'an patted her on the head, telling her not to worry.

"Hey, don't slap your face and make yourself fat!" A sharp voice sounded from behind, and Mu Nuan'an heard the voice and turned around to see a woman who was more beautiful than the proprietress of the cloth village, with her head full of gold hairpins and jewels. She faltered step by step.

Mu Nuanan secretly worried about her neck, isn't she tired with such a heavy thing?
"Hmph!" The woman turned to her, and looked at Mu Nuan'an's fair little face, which was distorted to the point of deformation.Just looking at her sluggish expression again, she said with a mocking smile: "Who am I? I'm not afraid that Dafeng will flash his tongue, I just think I'm a fool."

After finishing speaking, he covered his handkerchief and smiled, laughing so that the flower branches trembled.

Mu Nuanan frowned, wrinkled her small nose together, and waved her hands to try to dispel the choking aroma in front of her.

Unfortunately, the fragrance didn't dissipate, instead it became stronger because of her approach.

(End of this chapter)