After waiting for a while, two figures appeared not far away.
"Junior sister!"
Mao Hu waved to Su Yuening enthusiastically.
Ning Su beside him had a kind and gentle look on his face.
After listening to Mao Hu's story about the embarrassing incident that night, he liked his disciple Su Yuening even more.
As a true disciple, he is not only gifted in riddles, but also has a good temperament.
She is not spoiled, nor is she as arrogant as other female disciples.
He is popular everywhere.
"Master, Senior Brother."
Su Yuening walked over.
"Tutu, how come you are dressed so beautifully?"
Ning Su said with a stern face, "What if we get out here and those men try to hold you back?"
Su Yuening: "..."
"Master, these are the ordinary everyday clothes that the sect provided for me at my residence."
"It's similar to what maids in the secular world wear."
A white dress without any extra decoration.
Three thousand black hairs were fixed with a wooden hairpin.
It's so simple that it's shabby.
It’s really not that good looking.
To prove that she was telling the truth, Su Yuening raised her sleeves and turned around on the spot.
The dress is "dumb" and not flowing.
It adsorbs on the surface of the body and has a very poor shape.
Su Yuening calmly checked the shallow cuffs of her dress and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I didn’t bring the little fox.
If you carry it, your clothes won't be able to cover it, and it would be terrible if you get discovered.
There is another main reason. Su Yuening was afraid that there would be powerful cultivators at the auction who would discover the little fox's uniqueness.
If it is stolen, you can never get it back no matter how hard you try.
So she put the little fox on the bed.
I guess he's still half asleep.
Ning Su nodded in agreement, then shook his head.
"If someone else wears it, it might just look like a maid's earthy outfit, but if you wear it, it's completely extreme. It makes the clothes look like an immortal, floating into the world."
"Right, Mao Hu."
He poked the stunned Mao Hu with his arm.
Mao Hu recovered from Su Yuening's stunningly beautiful face and said with deep understanding:
"What godfather said is absolutely right."
"Disciple, you may not believe what Master says, but you can't disbelieve your senior brother."
"He represents the aesthetic taste of the vast majority of men."
Su Yuening hummed helplessly, "I believe it. I believe everything Master and Senior Brother said."
"Just believe it." Ning Su stroked his sparse beard with a smile.
With a disciple, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth becomes richer.
It also makes people feel happy.
He cleared his throat, took out a white veil from the storage ring and handed it to Su Yueningli.
"Come here, Disciple. I have already made preparations for you. Put on the veil."
Ning Su looked around, afraid that some strangers would target his little apprentice.
When I get a disciple in my old age, I am afraid that he will melt in my hand, so how can I let other men take advantage of him?
Otherwise, he would not have specially arranged Mao Hu to protect Su Yuening's safety.
"good."
Su Yuening didn't waste any time and put on the veil skillfully.
Ning Su was so satisfied that he couldn't stop smiling.
"Disciple, does your master have good vision?"
"At that time, I was surrounded by a sea of veils and fell in love with this one at first sight."
"Sure enough, I haven't been disappointed. This is very suitable for my disciple's elegant and refined temperament."
Su Yuening's eyelids twitched.
Isn’t this veil the style that normal women wear?
The only thing you can choose is probably the color.
"I see that Master likes it more and more the more he looks at it. Otherwise, shall I return this veil to you?"
Su Yuening asked jokingly.
"No, no."
Ning Su waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm an old man, old, and not a beautiful girl. What do I need this veil for?"
If he wears it, people will laugh to death.
At his age, he is disrespectful and imitates women by wearing a veil.
He's almost bald, and wearing a veil is like trying to cover up his guilt.
I'm afraid that others won't notice him.
It’s okay if you don’t recognize him, but if you do, shouldn’t you spread the news everywhere?
By then, his century-long reputation will be ruined.
Afraid of being forced to wear a veil, Ning Su strode forward after saying this.
He was still mumbling:
"We should get going. The auction in White City happens once a year and it's very rare. If you're late, you won't be allowed in."
"Godfather, you are going in the wrong direction. We should go to the left."
"You can exit the sect on the left."
Mao Hu realized that they were going in the wrong direction and quickly called Ning Su.
Ning Su turned a corner calmly.
"Could I be going in the wrong direction? I'm just loosening up my muscles."
"Ahem, follow me."
Su Yuening and Mao Hu looked at each other: "..."
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As one of the top twelve cities, Baicheng has always had a unique operation and management method.
The road is bustling and the shops sell a wide variety of goods.
Ning Su led Su Yuening and Mao Hu as they walked along the crowded streets...
I was almost squeezed into a persimmon cake.
"Godfather, why are there so many people on the street?"
“It wasn’t such a spectacular sight before.”
Mao Hu often came to the streets of Baicheng to purchase herbs, and had never seen such a large crowd.
"I am also puzzled."
"I don't usually see many people, but today they all showed up at once."
"It must be because of the auction. It only happens once a year, so it's so rare that everyone came out to join in the fun."
Ning Su used his cultivation to protect his body.
No one else could touch him.
But he could still feel the squeezing sensation.
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