The two brushed past each other like strangers.
Tu Longjian stared intently at his senior brother's gray figure from the past.
He and Yuan Jialiang were on the verge of conflict over the same piece of clothing.
The round-faced shopkeeper was still chattering on the side, "Fairy, you've been holding this dress for quite a while now, do you need it wrapped up?"
She glanced down at the moon-colored long robe in her hand, and casually waved her hand, "Then wrap it up."
It's perfect to give to my senior brother so he can change out of his drab gray clothes.
"Okay. Please choose which size."
Tu Longjian said, "Look, see that gray-clad man over there? Buy the item based on his build."
"Okay. This one has a special price, buy three get one free! Is there anything else you need?"
Tu Longjian looked around impatiently. The male cultivators' robes were all pretty much the same and not very interesting. She didn't have the patience to choose, so she said, "Do you have a wholesale price? I'll take a dozen of the same style."
The round-faced shop assistant beamed with joy. Although the moon-colored shirts were inexpensive, the large quantity still earned him a substantial commission.
He didn't think about why the customers wanted to buy so many of the same items, and happily went to the warehouse to get the goods.
Sigh, after selling clothes for so long, I've seen all kinds of people.
Previously, there were female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect who would wholesale clothes to their many lovers; such behavior is not uncommon.
Having finally gotten rid of the round-faced waiter, Tu Longjian continued to quietly watch the commotion over there.
Song Liqing, dressed in gray, stood before Xuan Ye in his crimson robes, as proud and unyielding as a pine tree.
A long, dark blue sword, gleaming with a cold light, rested on his back, its soft ringing suggesting a shared hatred of the enemy.
Yuan Jialiang's initial anger tightened as he sensed the unfathomable cultivation of the man before him, causing his morale to plummet.
He spoke cautiously, with a hint of flattery and respect, "Brother Dao, have you also taken a fancy to this garment?"
"Unfortunately, my fiancée also likes it very much. Could you part with it?"
Song Liqing coldly said, "This female cultivator and I spoke at the same time. Why don't we fight to determine the winner, and the victor can buy it?"
Instantly, a fierce fighting spirit arose, as if a whirlwind had been unleashed.
Yuan Jialiang took a step back, wiping the sweat from his brow. Such overwhelming power; he was no match for it.
"This... Brother Dao's cultivation is profound, I'm afraid I..." He looked at Shangguan Yao for help, as if asking her to give up or send an elder to fight the gray-robed man.
Shangguan Yao frowned as she looked at Yuan Jialiang's cowardly appearance.
Fighting within the city is forbidden; one can only compete in the arena.
It wasn't a life-or-death duel, and besides, she had many experts around her who could surely protect Yuan Jialiang, yet he didn't even dare to fight.
If it weren't for the fact that he possessed a magical spring that could cure her congenital illness, she would never have wanted to marry this man.
Shangguan Yao spoke softly, ultimately offering Yuan Jialiang a way out:
"Fine, fellow Daoist, you can buy it. I don't need it."
Her voice, like a gentle breeze, drifted weakly into the ears of those present, inevitably arousing their pity.
Song Liqing, the sword fanatic, remained expressionless, offered a dry thank you, bought the Xuan Ye Crimson Robe, and turned to leave.
He gathered his clothes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
This outfit would definitely look good on my junior sister, and it's also perfect for moving around.
Little did he know that his junior sister had been quietly witnessing the whole thing from the sidelines.
Shangguan Yao sighed softly, withdrew her reluctant gaze, and lowered her eyes to hide the regret in them.
That kind of neat and tidy outfit didn't suit her at all; she was just a sickly and delicate young lady.
Even if one's heart yearns to soar, one's body is confined to a small space.
[Fellow Daoist, do not be sad. Perhaps things will turn around in the future.]
[The female eagle, after all, must return to the blue sky—]
A woman's voice rang in Shangguan Yao's mind, her voice clear and melodious.
Tu Longjian had just learned from the fortune-telling device that Shangguan Yao in front of him was also a person with poor luck. If given the opportunity, she could bring a turning point for her.
Shangguan Yao was startled and looked around. She saw an ordinary-looking female priest about to leave through the doorway.
As if sensing something, the ordinary female cultivator, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, turned around and smiled at her.
That plain face suddenly came to life, as if a paintbrush had applied the finishing touch, and was etched into her heart.
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Back at the entrance of Xufeng, Tu Longjian gradually transformed back to his original form. Otherwise, if he were to run into his senior brother in an unfamiliar guise, he might be slit in the throat again.
At the entrance to her cave, a cool and upright figure stood.
"Senior Brother? Did you come to see me?" Tu Longjian jogged over and asked.
Song Liqing paused, her fingers tracing the storage bag, hesitating for a long time before finally stopping.
He nodded expressionlessly, his thin lips moving slightly: "I heard from Master that you haven't learned to fly on a sword yet, so I'll teach you."
Upon hearing this, Tu Longjian felt a slight blush creep onto his face. As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, not knowing how to fly on a sword seemed a bit embarrassing.
However, her cultivation speed is like a rocket, and there is so much to learn, so it's inevitable that she will miss some basics.
She touched her nose, her embarrassment fading, and smiled, nodding, "Thank you, Senior Brother!"
Song Liqing hummed in agreement and began his simple and unpretentious teaching, unaware that the corners of his mouth were slightly curved upwards.
He was about to take out a spirit sword from his storage bag when he saw the dark blue longsword he carried on his back rush out and affectionately nuzzle Tu Longjian.
Tu Longjian was delighted to see this beautiful longsword with its extraordinary spirit and couldn't help but tease it.
Seeing his sword casually approaching Tu Longjian, Song Liqing's lips twitched, and he connected with the sword with his divine sense: "Hanxing, come back."
The longsword smugly refused him, "No, I want the fairy to rule me."
Song Liqing frowned. "Stop fooling around."
After making a few fuss, Hanxing Sword flew directly to Tu Longjian's feet, lay flat, and looked completely at his mercy.
"I wonder who stood in front of someone's cave for so long, wanting to give them a piece of clothing but not daring to."
"A brave swordsman enjoys the life of a sword. Sometimes, a sword is worse than a man. Don't be jealous of me, hehe."
Song Liqing covered her forehead, her head throbbing with pain.
"Hey, senior brother, your sword seems to want me to go up... Is that alright?"
Hmm? There's dust?
As Tu Longjian asked the question, he rubbed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were red.
Looking at his junior sister who was on the verge of tears, Song Liqing staggered back a step.
What should we do? He made his junior sister cry!
Song Liqing hesitated, awkwardly trying to speak but not knowing what to say.
He pursed his thin lips, gently lifted Tu Longjian, and placed him steadily on the Cold Star Sword.
Song Liqing stood behind her to protect her, tilting her head slightly and speaking in a weak voice, "It's okay, Junior Sister... don't cry."
"Huh? I didn't cry." Tu Longjian tilted his head and turned his upper body to look at him.
Song Liqing suddenly realized how close the two of them were. He swallowed hard and regretted that they had both drawn the same sword.
But... but Junior Sister can't fly on a sword, it would be bad if she fell.
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