Feng Qing said honestly, "I only know how to embroider... I've never made clothes."
"Sister, you know me well. I know nothing about music, chess, calligraphy, or painting." Jiang Zhiling scratched her head, then stared at Jiang Deng with shining eyes. "I remember you made shoes for Lin Jun! You should be able to make clothes, right?"
Jiang Deng: "...You remembered it wrong."
Well, the original owner knew how to make clothes, and the method was also in her memory, but the key was her current temperament. How could she possibly calm down and sew clothes!
Then the three of them looked at each other.
What to do?
How can you wear these fabrics if you don't make them into clothes? You can't just drape them over your head like a bed sheet, right?
Just as the three of them fell silent, Zhan Ji, who had walked out of Qingfeng Tower to digest her food, picked up the cloth and said in a very generous manner, "Let me do it."
"You?" Jiang Deng was a little skeptical. "This is a mid-grade yellow-grade spiritual cloth. Ordinary needles and threads can't penetrate it."
"Nonsense! If I can't do it, what's the matter with the spiritual clothes on me?"
As soon as Zhan Ji said this, the eyes of the three of them fell on the red dress Zhan Ji was wearing.
No wonder they had long thought that this red dress was particularly dazzling. It turned out that it was a spiritual dress made by Zhan Ji herself. It seemed that she did have a set of tools specifically for making spiritual clothes.
but……
Jiang Deng looked at Zhan Ji's obviously tight-fitting and complicated dress and urged, "Can you make our clothes lighter and simpler? After all, we still need to wear them for sword practice and fighting. If they're too tight, they'll tear."
"I know~" Zhan Ji held up her chin and stared at Jiang Deng, "How are you going to thank me for helping you so much?"
Jiang Deng patted his chest and said proudly, "I'll provide you with meals every day, and you can eat meat every meal!"
Zhan Ji frowned slightly, wondering whether eating meat was better or losing weight was more important.
Seeing Zhan Ji's hesitation, Jiang Deng improvised a poem, "Eat meat and you'll grow fat. Don't eat meat and you'll be skinny. Skinny people get sick and die early!"
Zhan Ji's face turned pale and she hurriedly said, "I don't want to die early! I eat!"
In this way, the job of making funeral clothes was taken over by Zhan Ji, who was excellent in needlework.
That night.
Jiang Deng took Jiang Zhiling up the mountain.
As for why she didn't bring Feng Qing, one reason was that she didn't tell Asu in advance, fearing that Asu would be unhappy. Another very important reason was that Feng Qing had not yet drawn Qi into her body, so it would be useless even if she brought her along.
"Sister, the spiritual energy here is indeed very rich!"
The two were approaching the top of the mountain. Jiang Zhiling took a deep breath, her mouth filled with rich spiritual energy, and she couldn't help but sigh.
A cold wind blew.
The next moment, a faint female voice sounded in Jiang Zhiling's ears.
"What a familiar smell..."
The voice was as lingering as a lover's whisper, yet also as eerie and cold as the voice of a wronged soul. It sounded strange no matter how you listened to it.
Jiang Zhiling was so frightened that she hugged Jiang Deng's arm and trembled, "Sister, there is a ghost..."
After Jiang Deng finished comforting Jiang Zhiling, he looked at the empty front and said impatiently, "A Tu, come out and stop scaring my sister."
"Hmph, boring."
The next moment, the dodder seeds entwined on the spiritual grass condensed into a human figure.
With a light yellow long skirt and fluffy hair, Ah Tu looked gentle, but there was a strange light in her eyes, as if she was a wild beast ready to devour someone.
Ah Tu stared at Jiang Zhiling eagerly and swallowed his saliva. "Our sister smells so good. Can I have a bite of her? Just one bite..."
"Of course not!" Jiang Deng protected Jiang Zhiling behind him.
Seeing Jiang Deng acting like a hen protecting her chicks, A Tu was sad and started drawing circles.
While practicing at the Hongmeng Spring on the top of the mountain, Jiang Deng and Jiang Zhiling's training speed was very fast. Apart from having to endure the harassment of Asu, there were almost no disadvantages.
In a flash, three days passed.
Jiang Deng's cultivation level has risen to the sixth level of Qi Refining Realm, Jiang Zhiling has also successfully entered the third level of Qi Refining Realm, and although Feng Qing has not entered the first level of Qi Refining Realm, he has also successfully drawn Qi into his body.
“Try them all on!”
Early that morning, Zhan Ji excitedly took out the four sets of clothes she had hurriedly made and distributed them to Jiang Deng and the other two. "Hey, there's still one set left. What should I do?"
"Keep it for yourself!"
Jiang Deng pulled Jiang Zhiling and Feng Qing and excitedly went into the house to change clothes.
Not long after, the three people who came out had a drastic change in their demeanor.
The clothes designed by Zhan Ji for them were not like the Taoist robes worn by the disciples of Taichu Sword Sect, but more like the tight-fitting clothes worn by mortal warriors. The arms were tied tightly with straps, the hem of the clothes only reached the knees, and the pants were loose, making them very light to wear and allowing them to move more freely.
The sky-blue fabric of their clothes makes them look youthful and full of vitality.
Especially since she started practicing, Jiang Deng has grown a lot taller, and her delicate facial features have also grown. Now she has a slender figure, and the sadness between her brows has been swept away, and she has become heroic.
Jiang Zhiling has also become more clever and quirky, full of youthful energy.
Feng Qing's appearance was already aloof, but after changing into a sky-blue outfit, she was no longer as beautiful and fragile as the Tianshan Snow Lotus, but as majestic and inviolable as a snow mountain.
Looking at the three people who looked so different, Zhan Ji couldn't help but reach out to touch the remaining set of clothes. A bold idea came to her mind: what would it look like if she put it on?
After just a brief thought, Zhan Ji quickly shook her head and gave up the idea. Others could do it, but she couldn't. If she really changed her appearance, that person would definitely not like her...
"well!"
Jiang Deng looked at Jiang Zhiling and Feng Qing and couldn't help but sigh.
Jiang Zhiling asked in confusion, "Sister, what's wrong?"
Jiang Deng said with deep sorrow, "All you two lack now is a sword. If each of you possesses a spiritual sword, you will be considered a true sword cultivator!"
Jiang Zhiling blinked.
They also want a magic sword, but their elder sister won’t let them buy it. It’s impossible for a magic sword to fall from the sky, right?
——
Pond of Vitality.
Lin Jun exhaled a breath of foul air, and the spiritual energy around him became turbulent.
Foundation Establishment Realm, second level!
It took him ten days to build his foundation first, and now it only took him three days to reach the second level of the foundation building stage. His cultivation was incredibly fast!
Lin Jun's eyes were filled with the determination to win. Now that he had stabilized his Foundation Establishment Stage, it was time to deal with Jiang Deng...
He stood up and walked out of the cave.
Lin Jun looked at Xia Chenqing, who had been guarding outside the cave and protecting him, and asked, "Jiang Deng, where are you now?"
Although Xia Chenqing had been guarding here all the time these days, he knew everything that was happening outside. When he heard Lin Jun's question, he answered honestly, "Jiang Deng is in Zang Peak. She is now the Peak Master."
Hearing this, Lin Jun's face turned pale. Jiang Deng had actually become the Peak Master? Didn't that mean she was of the same generation as him? And... he even had to respectfully address Jiang Deng as "Senior Sister"?
"Junior Master, are you going to come out and look for her?" Xia Chenqing saw that Lin Jun's face was not right and vaguely guessed some of his inner thoughts.
Lin Jun's eyes turned cold, "None of your business, don't follow me."
After saying that, he flew towards Zangfeng on his sword.
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