My Cold Sword Master

"Be calm, or else things will go wrong." As if sensing the ripples in the boy's heart, Ruan Danyun smiled softly beside the boy's ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Or do you want your sister to help you?"

"No need." Shangguan Yun calmed his mind and wrapped the elixir with the sword energy. As expected, he isolated the strange and incomplete rules of alchemy. The spiritual liquid slowly condensed and formed a pill.

"boom--"

With a bang, six crystal clear green elixirs slowly floated from the cauldron into the young man's hands. Nine dragon-like elixir patterns on them were faintly flashing with green light.

After taking the pill, Shangguan Yun flashed out of the green-clothed woman's arms. The tips of the boy's ears were already red, and he bowed and said, "Thank you, Miss Ruan."

"No problem." Ruan Danyun looked at the handsome young man in front of her who had obviously recognized her but was still a little reserved. His slightly red ears and gentlemanly manners made a rare smile appear in her blue eyes.

This boy is much cuter than those hypocritical and greedy guys.

Dan Qingzi took the Nine-Pattern Soul-Enriching Pill made by the young man and glanced at An Qingru, who was standing beside him with a sullen look on his face. "Since that's the case, what else do you have to say?"

"Hmph!" An Qingru snorted angrily and left in a huff.

After dealing with this matter, Dan Qingzi put on a warm and smiling face and looked at Shangguan Yun: "Since the Budan Conference has been decided, when will you come back to Danzong with us?"

He is now looking forward to the scene where the group of old monsters from the Dan Sect come out one by one, swallowing their shamelessness and turning into thugs to compete for the young man's apprenticeship.

Hmm... definitely pleasing.

"Um..." Shangguan Yun touched his nose, showing a rare hint of embarrassment.

"I have something important to do in Yanyun. For the time being, I cannot follow you into Danzong."

The warm smile on Dan Qingzi's face froze, and the atmosphere in the alchemy field froze as well.

There was a look of surprise in Ruan Danyun's blue eyes.

During the previous contact, she had already recognized the snow-white sword that the boy was carrying.

The personal sword that accompanied the Qingyou Sword Master in his cultivation from the Condensing Qi Realm to the Shattered Void Realm - Tingxue.

If it weren't for this sword, the Qingyou Sword Master would not let the young man go down the mountain like this.

Chapter 8: Ice Silk Stockings

When the Budan Conference ended, Ruan Danyun leaned over and chuckled into the young man's ear a few times, then followed the people from the Dan Sect back to the sect.

This familiar playful smile made the boy helpless.

He took up his sword, put the jade token of the inner disciple of the Dan Sect and the fire crystal into the spirit ring, walked down the alchemy field amid the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, and came to his aunt's side.

"Yun'er, why don't you go back to Danzong with that little girl?" Su Wanrou tapped the boy's forehead lightly and said with a soft smile.

But it is unknown whether there is some jealousy hidden under her gentle smile...

When Ruan Danyun appeared at the alchemy field, she recognized this childhood sweetheart who had accompanied the boy since childhood.

Her intuition as a woman told her that the girl no longer had the same intimate attitude towards the boy as she did when they were children.

"Hmm?" The boy always felt that his aunt's smile was weird...

But he just thought it was his aunt teasing him, so he took out the fire crystal from his spirit ring and handed it to her: "Here, aunt."

Su Wanrou was stunned, and her pure jade hand picked up the fire crystal that was emitting a soft orange light. She finally realized the boy's intention of participating in the Budan Conference, and her soft heart was filled with tender feelings.

This child...why is he always so embarrassing?

A few strands of warmth flowed through her fingertips into the spiritual veins entrenched in the death frost. Although it was unable to expel the bone-pecking death frost, the warm feeling was able to suppress the coldness.

She looked at the boy. His pure and spotless eyes always caused gentle ripples in her soft heart. She raised her hand to ruffle the boy's hair and asked softly.

"Yun'er is attending this Budan Conference just for this thing?"

"Hmm..." Shangguan Yun nodded, looking at the fire crystal thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, Auntie."

"What's wrong?"

"How did Master become enemies with the Dan Sect?" The young man was still somewhat concerned about this matter.

His master, who was aloof and isolated from the world, would never casually cut through the protective formation of the Dan Sect on Yunlian Mountain with a single sword.

"Wanqiu?" Su Wanrou put her hand on her cheek and thought for a while, then said softly, "Auntie remembers it was because of Yun'er."

"Hmm?" The boy blinked. "Me?"

"When my aunt first arrived at Jiange, Yun'er was still in her infancy and fell seriously ill. Wanqiu took Yun'er to the Dan Sect to ask for elixirs."

"But Ruan Xueshao was not there that day, and the great elder of Dan Sect, An Qianzhuo, not only refused to allow Wanqiu to enter Dan Sect, but also activated the Dan Sect's great formation to prevent Wanqiu from entering Dan Sect."

"Well... Wanqiu didn't tell me what happened later.

My aunt only remembered that afterward, for some reason, Danzong sent people to the Ministry of Works in Yanyun to find a formation master to rebuild the protective formation for the sect. Danzong leader Ruan Xueshao rushed back from Yanyun to Danzong to take charge. The Danzong chief elder seemed to have suffered from a mental disorder since then and closed himself off for ten years. "

"..." The young man was speechless and shut his mouth tactfully, not telling anyone that his master had cut open the Dan Sect's protective formation with a single sword.

In my mind, some fragmented and vague fragments gradually emerged.

On a snowy and rainy night in the cold winter, the cold and beautiful sword fairy in white stepped on the air with her lotus feet. Her long sword was as white as snow and shining with cold light as she swung it towards the ancient Four Symbols Formation below.

The sky was filled with snow and rain, and the ancient Four Symbols Formation was split into two by this sword, like an ice lotus in the snow pushing away duckweed, or like a willow branch cutting apart the cold moon in a deep spring.

The purple thunder of Jingzhe in the snow and rain highlighted the extremely frightened faces and the withered and pale old face under the Danzong formation.

Since then, Danzong and Jiange almost broke up. If Ruan Xueshao had not urgently returned to Danzong from Yanyun, personally went to Jiange to explain to Qingyou Sword Master, and exiled the troublemaking Danzong elder outside Danzong for ten years, the situation would probably not have been settled.

Master... is quite cute sometimes...

However, An Qingru’s father is the Dan Sect’s great elder An Qianzhuo.

The boy secretly took note of this.

After finishing the business here, the boy strolled leisurely on the street with his aunt to buy supplies for tomorrow's trip.

Su Wanrou was obviously in a very good mood today. She took the young man to stroll from the east to the west of the city. In addition to daily necessities, she also bought a lot of other things.

The boy was still a little bit excited at first. After all, he had been staying in Jiange for all these years. Even when he went down the mountain, he only went to buy some clothes and daily necessities. There were not many shops in the ancient town and there were few new things.

But after strolling from noon to dusk, even the young man, with great enthusiasm, felt a little tired. However, the aunt was still leisurely and elegant, and even more energetic than him, a monk.

However, this time when he came to Yangling City, he was very interested in the dazzling array of shops in the city.

Dairy products, barbecue, mounts, exotic beasts, and spiritual pets from the Northern Barbarian State. He even saw a few barbarian beasts that were being driven out of the capital to be sold.

Silk and silk fabrics from Eastern Youzhou are also mainstream commodities, but the slightly ambiguous thing is that the silk fabrics from Eastern Youzhou... are too open and too diverse.

Along the way, apart from some goods from Manzhou and herbs from southern Xinjiang, the most impressive thing for the young man was the extremely ambiguous silk products from Youzhou.

Youzhou has a cool climate, which is very suitable for raising silkworms and growing mulberry trees, and there are many varieties of silkworms.

The icy silk spit out by the ice silkworms is woven into ice silk stockings and socks as thin as cicada wings, or hip-hugging tights embellished with hollow craftsmanship.

The black silk spit out by the black silkworms, combined with the exquisite weaving skills of the female workers, is woven into light and charming black lace lotus-edged stockings. The light and close-fitting hip-hugging stockings are extremely loved by the female generals riding war horses and wearing long boots.

In addition to ice silkworms and black silkworms, blue butterfly silk, fire lotus silk and purple cloud silk are extremely popular in the palace or among wealthy businessmen and ladies.

The shiny flesh-colored silk stockings that wrap around the hips and are woven from the oily flesh-colored silk spit out by flesh-colored silkworms are extremely popular among beautiful wives and women, while young girls prefer the ice silk socks woven from ice silkworms.

In addition to these silk stockings, the silk is sometimes used to weave women's close-fitting silk pockets, close-fitting silk underwear, or light and hazy transparent silk gauze skirts. These thin silk fabrics are extremely suitable for women's underwear and lace-up silk skirts for resting at night.

These silk stockings and the cool, translucent silk gauze skirt are extremely expensive and can be considered luxury goods.

Just a pair of ice silk white silk was sold for as much as one or two taels of silver, which was enough to cover the monthly expenses of an ordinary family of three, with some left over.

As for the long stockings and hip-covering tights made of Tianyun silk worn by female monks, they are not only impervious to water and fire, but also able to resist spiritual treasures. Their selling price also varies with the quality of the Tianyun silk, ranging from one low-grade spirit stone to hundreds or thousands of high-grade spirit stones.

The young man just took a look at the dazzling array of silk stockings and couldn't help but be amazed by the dazzling styles and high prices.

This is almost comparable to the stockings styles in my previous life...

These ice silk stockings are also very popular among the female disciples of Qingyou Sword Pavilion.

The master would occasionally put on snow-white, light and tight ice silk socks. When he was lazily taking a rest in the study or practicing sword with him alone, he would also put on cool and hazy white silk gauze clothes, ice silk stockings and simple and elegant snow-clear cloud-patterned jade shoes, which was quite lazy.

However, Aunt Su Wanrou doesn't like these Youzhou ice silk stockings and ink-colored stockings, or she is rather shy about them.

When my aunt was in Jiange, she often wore a close-fitting silk dress. Her clothes were always dignified and elegant. She had never worn those slightly sexy transparent silk skirts and silk stockings.

Even if she wore anything, they were ankle-length boots and white silk stockings, which barely exposed the young woman's delicate legs wrapped in the transparent, pure, icy white silk stockings.

"Yun'er, what are you daydreaming about?" Su Wanrou looked at the thoughtful boy, leaned down slightly, touched the boy's forehead with her soft jade finger, and chuckled.

"We have bought everything we need to buy. It's time to go back to the inn, Yun'er."

"Oh……"

The young man stopped his wild thoughts, counted the things he had, and returned to the inn with his aunt.

As soon as I returned to my room, an uninvited guest knocked on the door.

"Hey~ So, Xiaoyun, you live here?"

Ruan Danyun took off her cloud lotus veil and looked at the young man who opened the door for her. She blinked her autumn eyes, an intimate smile on her pretty face, and walked briskly around the elegant room with her hands behind her back.

Shangguan Yun was slightly stunned when he saw his childhood sweetheart who had come uninvited.

He glanced outside the door and saw four elegant, tall and graceful female guards in green clothes guarding the door with swords in hand. He frowned and said, "You sneaked out again!"

"I have some free time after returning to the sect, so I came here specially to play with Xiaoyun." Ruan Danyun turned around, tapped the boy's forehead lightly with her slender finger, and said with a little anger.

"Come to think of it, after four years, Xiaoyun's memory is much worse than her sister's."

She pinched the boy's pretty face with her slender white jade fingers and smiled playfully.

"Xiaoyun didn't recognize me when we first met. I was really upset."

"First of all, you were wearing a veil, and I recognized you from behind..." Shangguan Yun took off the snow-white ancient sword on his back and explained seriously, "Secondly -"

"Um...can you stop pinching my face..."

The boy's eyes were filled with helplessness.

Forget about his aunt, his master does it occasionally, and it seems like his senior sister does it too, and now there’s this childhood sweetheart. Why do all these women like to pinch his face?

But he really had no choice at the moment. Although they were childhood sweethearts, he was much younger than Ruan Danyun. Now he was only as tall as her shoulders and they looked more like siblings.

"Then... Xiaoyun, can you tell me why you haven't come to see me in the past four years?"

The playful look in Ruan Danyun's eyes softened into tenderness. She hooked her arms around the boy's shoulders and held him in her arms, burying her face in the boy's jet-black hair and rubbing it intimately, sniffing the boy's fresh scent that made her feel at ease.

"Sister, in the past four years, I have been waiting for Xiaoyun to come to me. Sister really wants to go to Jiange to find Xiaoyun, but mother has never allowed it."

The soft hair beside her ears and the refreshing fragrance of the elixir made the young man feel a little overwhelmed. He could only raise his hands to hug her graceful waist and pat it gently: "It's here."

"Oh? Really?" Ruan Danyun glanced at the snow-white ancient sword behind the boy and snorted, "I thought Xiaoyun was so busy practicing sword skills that he forgot about his sister."

"That's not true." Shangguan Yun explained helplessly, but before he could finish, something soft, smooth, and milky wrapped around the back of his head.

"Okay, let's talk about the past later." A pair of soft and white hands took the boy's slender body away from Ruan Danyun's arms.

Su Wanrou put her arms around the boy's shoulders from behind, her eyes filled with the tenderness of a beautiful woman and a hint of imperceptible coldness as she looked at the beautiful and elegant Ruan Danyun in front of her, and said softly.

"Yun'er is very tired after attending the Budan Conference. If you have nothing else to do, Miss Ruan, please take a rest. Yun'er will go to Yanyun with me tomorrow."

"Greetings, Su Niang."

Ruan Danyun looked at the mature, gentle and beautiful woman in front of her with her clear blue eyes. As a woman herself, she could also sense from the beautiful woman's soft eyes the same possessive desire for the young man as she did.

But what made her feel strange was that during the time she lived in Jiange, although Su Wanrou was particularly intimate with the boy, she was mostly gentle and did not have a strong possessiveness.

But now when they met again, this beautiful woman who had always been gentle showed her possessiveness towards the young man, just like... a mother cat protecting her cubs, or a newlywed wife protecting her young husband...

During the time that Xiaoyun was away...she wasn't particularly well-behaved.

"In that case, why not let me take Xiaoyun to Danzong to have a good rest." Ruan Danyun smiled playfully, her fair jade hand quietly hooked around the boy's head, and her soft and slender fingers gently stroked his black hair.

"No need. Yun'er should go to bed early with Auntie tonight. We still need to travel tomorrow."

"Why not take my Danzong Cloud Boat?"

"Xiaoyun, you haven't ridden a cloud boat yet, right? Tomorrow I'll take you on a ride. This boat is powered by a magical stone and can travel a thousand miles a day without any shaking. You can even rest on it."

"The Yunzhou is so impressive that it attracts too much attention." Su Wanrou said in a cold tone, "Besides, this is Yun'er's training journey, so there is no need for external help."

"If you want to gain experience, why not go to my Dan Sect's Xu Ling Cave? It's full of spiritual energy and contains countless spiritual treasures and medicinal herbs, which will be of great benefit to Xiaoyun's cultivation." Ruan Danyun chuckled, but her eyes were cold.

The two women glanced at each other and talked to each other. On the surface, it seemed like a daily conversation between a woman and an elder, but the young man who was caught in the middle seemed particularly confused.

He had only refined two furnaces of Soul-Nourishing Pills, so how could it be a question of whether he was tired or not?

Although it is a bit tiring to accompany my aunt shopping.

"Um...actually." The boy raised his little face and was about to say something.