At dusk, a pale moon hangs low in the eastern sky.

The star town is thousands of miles high in the sky.

There was a spaceship in the sea of ​​clouds filled with moonlight, passing by the eastern sky. The monk on the ship held the railing and looked down. The Star Lake was inlaid with stars, moving slowly, like the Milky Way on earth, or like fireflies in the forest.

If you look closely, you will see that there are rows of lighted boats and brightly lit pleasure boats gathered in the lake, like stars falling into the lake.

By the Xingzi Lake, the ten-mile-long street gradually became lively, and many cultivators from hundreds of miles around gradually gathered here.

At this moment, Li Bai took over three feet at a corner of this long street by the water.

He glanced at the scabbard that had been tightly closed by Zhao Rong, nodded slightly, and held it in his arms again.

Li Bai glanced at Zhao Rong and Zhao Qianer who were huddled together.

He suddenly remembered the pot of girl's red wine he drank in Cheng'en Tower in the Duke of Jingnan's mansion more than half a year ago when Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei were newly married.

In fact, the pot of daughter's red wine that Li Bai buried when he first arrived at the Duke of Jingnan's Mansion seventeen years ago should not have been taken out and drunk at that time.

Because it's not time yet.

Or maybe he was just greedy.

However, it all seems to be the same at the moment, drinking that bowl of daughter's red wine.

Li Bai muttered something, then smiled and walked forward.

After Zhao Rong returned the sword, he came to Zhao Qian'er and said jokingly, "You came out early this time."

Zhao Qian'er shook her head. "It looks lively here, but it's not even one ten-thousandth as interesting as Duyou City. There's nothing interesting in the store. I looked through it all in a flash. But... there's a Liuxian skirt that's pretty good."

She glanced at Zhao Rong secretly.

What, shopping is boring? Then this place is great.

Zhao Rong didn't notice anything unusual, and thought to himself, but he said, "Oh, it's okay. We'll be back to Duyou City soon anyway, so you can go shopping and buy what you want then."

At this moment, he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to look at the largest pleasure boat on the brightly lit Xingzi Lake.

If you look from high up, it looks like the brightest star in the night sky.

In the night on the lake, this pleasure boat looks like a mountain, occupying the center of Xingzi Lake.

The small boats and pleasure boats around it all avoided it.

Zhao Rong said with a smile, "By the way, Brother Yiwu must have been waiting there for a long time. If he doesn't want to go shopping anymore, then let's go find him now."

Zhao Qian'er didn't even look at Xingzi Lake. She smiled sweetly, pulled up the sides of her skirt with both hands, and spread out the pure white fairy skirt she had just bought into a semicircle.

"Brother Rong'er, does it look good?" The little girl looked expectant.

She stood in front of Zhao Rong, lifted the hem of her new skirt, and turned around in a circle.

Zhao Rong, who had forgotten to pay attention to Zhao Qian'er's new skirt since she came out, thought to himself that he was careless.

Then, he raised the corner of his mouth and looked up and down with admiration.

At this moment, what came into view was the skirt with beautiful pleats blown by the evening breeze and the few strands of hair scattered on her temples.

This little girl, who dresses up to please herself, has a petite figure, but she is naturally slim and well-proportioned, and is a natural clothes hanger.

Wearing a Liuxian skirt, she tiptoed around, her posture and the hem of her dress were elegant and agile.

She looked like a fairy, attracting the attention of many passers-by around.

However, the look of amazement in the eyes of the passers-by had not yet faded. Soon they turned their heads and saw the man with a sword next to this extremely beautiful little fairy, and the young man in a scholar's robe who was looking up at her with expectant eyes.

Many eyes glanced at the jade disk on Zhao Rong's waist.

All this happened in just a few breaths.

Soon these passers-by monks passed each other, and most of them looked reluctant and envious.

No one stayed.

Zhao Rong was about to praise Xiao Qian'er according to the familiar business process and was about to speak.

But at this moment, Li Bai's expression suddenly changed.

He straightened his back and took a deep breath.

"Hiss, whose fairy is this? She is so beautiful? Am I dazzled again? Fairy, are you real or fake? Could it be that you are the most beautiful person in my heart created by the gods and demons from outside the world? It's over, it's over. I can't beat such a lovely and invincible fairy... I surrender!"

Zhao Rong, who was hesitant to speak, couldn't help but look sideways.

Zhao Qian'er, on the other hand, was still holding the corner of her clothes with an unchanged expression. She raised her head and looked at Zhao Rong with sparkling eyes.

A pair of peach blossom eyes with slightly pink corners were filled with anticipation and the expression of a certain guy.

I didn't look at Uncle Xiaobai, nor did I pay attention to the people passing by.

When Gai Yin was with the young lady, he was no longer surprised by such stares. He remembered that there were pedestrians passing by them and bumped into the flagpole on the roadside. It must be because of poor eyesight.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Li Bai coughed and turned around to look around to ease the embarrassment.

But soon after, he looked at Zhao Rong with an unhappy expression.

What came into view was the pretty little girl standing in front of Zhao Rong, her eyes not blinking, and some expression on her face. In the next second it might be a smile, or it might be a look of disappointment and sadness. At this moment, she was waiting for certain words to appear.

Zhao Rong looked the little fairy up and down several times and pinched his chin.

He glanced at Li Bai, wondering why his flattering lines were snatched away.

Zhao Rong also wanted to praise Xiao Qian'er as a fairy or a goddess? No, it sounds too fake now.

And after listening to Uncle Xiaobai's flattery just now, I suddenly realized that no one in this business seems to be as proficient as him.

I can only change direction, I can’t say everything, I’ll leave some words for later…

So, Zhao Rong nodded solemnly, "Well, it's okay, it looks good."

A smile suddenly bloomed on Zhao Qianer's little face, as pure, clean and moving as a mountain flower.

Finally getting the attention and praise from this 'big guy', the happy little girl ignored her ladylike appearance for a moment, stood still and suddenly leaned forward to pounce.

She hugged Zhao Rong's left arm, which was hidden in her sleeve, and using his body to support her balance, she looked up at his face with a smile.

Zhao Qian'er said happily: "Is it true?"

"It's fake." Zhao Rong's face turned stern, and his tone immediately became cold and indifferent.

"You...you dare!" Zhao Qian'er glared at him. She raised her hand, pinched Zhao Rong's nose with her slender fingers, and said viciously: "Humph, say it again!"

Zhao Rong blinked and was about to open his mouth, "Fake..."

The little girl was quick-eyed and quick-handed. In the next second, her white and tender palm covered his mouth.

She continued to glare at Zhao Rong and wrinkled her nose.

"Hehe, Brother Rong'er, do you dare to say it again?"

Zhao Qianer, who looked like a gentle little fairy the previous second, now bit her lips and puffed her lips with a ferocious expression, or like a domineering little female bandit.

It's just that the slightly bitten pink lips are a bit out of place, giving people a feeling of weakness and being bullied.

"Mmmmm."

Zhao Rong said something.

Zhao Qian'er pricked up her ears and listened for a while. She seemed to understand and nodded calmly.

She shook her little head and turned her face to Zhao Rong, "Are you kidding? Well, that's more like it. But, humph, Rong'er brother is not allowed to joke anymore in the future, not even this kind of joke. Um, do you know what I mean, you big pig's hoof?"

"Mmmmm."

Hmm? What did Rong Erge say...

Zhao Qian'er felt a little confused, then worried. She glanced at Zhao Rong who was "kidnapped" by her.

But the next second, seeing Zhao Rong's gaze, Zhao Qian'er quickly returned his gaze and nodded in a serious manner, "Well, you promised Qian'er, right? Well, if you... yes, then nod your head and speak from your heart. You can't regret it once you've said it."

Zhao Rong, whose mouth was gagged, looked helpless and nodded twice.

Zhao Qian'er immediately let go of her little hand, but then pinched Zhao Rong's nose with lightning speed.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, retracted her hand, and spat, "Stinky pig's hoof."

Zhao Rong: “…”

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded silently, "Okay, okay. Well, Qian'er is really pretty. Also, if nothing else, let's go find Brother Yiwu. He must have been waiting for a long time."

Zhao Qian'er looked at the bustling streets on both sides and waved her little hand.

"Now? No, who said it's okay? Brother Rong'er, you promised to go shopping with me, and you also said that I can play here as I please in the next few days. Well, let that guy wait a little longer, and we can go shopping for a while."

Zhao Rong sighed and tried to persuade him.

Zhao Qian'er adjusted the bangs on her smooth forehead and hugged Zhao Rong's arm again.

"Let's go, let's go over there and take a look. There are so many people at that snack stand. By the way, we also need to check out some clothes for Uncle Xiaobai. He was so-so on the road before, so let's reward him this time."

Li Bai, who originally looked a little listless, raised his head and suddenly became energetic like an old dog who heard some noise.

The man holding the sword rubbed his hands, his eyes sparkling, and said to Xiao Qian'er anxiously:

"Qian'er still cares about Uncle Rong'er. She loved him when he was young and it was not in vain. She will help you teach little Rongzi a lesson. All right, let's go, good Qian'er, little Rongzi, let's go buy some clothes."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and glanced at Li Bai, who seemed like a different person.

Uh, wasn't he still the transcendent master just now, as if he had no interest in anything, detached from the house, and now...

Zhao Qianer nodded, raised her chin, and said in a clear voice:

"Okay, Uncle Xiaobai, don't worry. I'll pick out a more handsome and neat outfit for you this time. I guarantee it will be better looking than the elegant green shirt you wore last time, and more like a master. It will definitely make people see at a glance that you are not simple and different..."

Li Bai frowned, showing a rare attitude of concentration, and listened.

Zhao Qian'er suddenly paused, her pretty eyebrows raised, and said with a tone of regret:

"But these clothes alone are not enough. You also need to wipe the scabbard in your arms frequently, and the hilt as well. Look, the white cloth wrapped around the sword is so dirty."

She counted on her fingers and taught the eager-to-learn Uncle Bai a lesson.

"And human hands are also very dirty, didn't you know that? You have to wash your hands frequently too. If you want to be a peerless master, you have to wash your hands. Look at the masters in the books who defeated the enemy with one sword. Their swords are not stained with blood. How well do they maintain their swords? Not to mention stains and dust, of course there is none."

When Li Bai heard this, she looked as if she had suddenly realized something, but later she heard Xiao Qian'er say.

Ask him to often take out the sword in his arms, wipe it clean and remember to apply oil and maintain it well. If necessary, you can also consider putting it on the roof to bask in the sun and moonlight, and absorb some essence of heaven and earth, etc.

The man holding the sword glanced at the sword in his arms, and felt a little sad in his crotch.

Seeing Uncle Xiaobai looking embarrassed, Zhao Qian'er sighed with an air of old age, "Alas~ I've told you so many times before, why don't you change? Do you want to go back to the past, be sloppy every day, and become a sloppy and outdated master?"

Li Bai hurriedly shook his head, and because of the scolding from the little girl, his head shook like a rattle.

"Humph, this isn't popular at all nowadays. This sloppy thing is just to fool the country kids. Who would believe it if they have a bit of brains? You're still clinging to this thing. It's too lame."

Zhao Qian'er snorted tenderly and summed up her experience and the recent dressing trends of the people practicing in the mountains.

"Well, let me tell you, Uncle Xiaobai. Today's masters must wear a pure and chic outfit, neat and tidy, with a touch of luxury, and can inadvertently reveal a very pure meaning. This is high-end, do you understand?"

She glanced at Li Bai.

The latter was holding a sword, his body bent forward subconsciously, his eyes not blinking, listening attentively.

But at this moment, faced with his questions, he nodded and shook his head from time to time.

"So stupid, so stupid! Uncle Xiaobai is so stupid." Zhao Qianer scratched her forehead, shook her head and sighed, feeling a little annoyed.

"Ah, how can I make you understand... Actually, if you want to be high-end and classy, ​​the shortcut is to emphasize one element first."

"For example..." Her eyes lit up, "Have you finished reading the atlas I showed you last time? That peerless swordsman, dressed in white as white as snow, standing alone under the moon, isn't he very handsome? The word white is highlighted, isn't it very artistic and advanced?"

Li Bai's body trembled, his expression froze, and he suddenly realized the truth.

"Hehe." Zhao Qian'er put her hands behind her back, raised her little head like a little teacher in the school, and pointed her chin at Li Bai.

"Have you learned it? Well, but dirtiness cannot be a prominent element. Cleanliness is the most basic requirement. Well, by the way, return the album to me after you're done reading it. I also borrowed it from Xiao Yue Nu."

Li Bai nodded vigorously, "Of course, Xiao Qian'er, I'm almost done reading it, and I'll give it back to you later."

He sighed again, because he couldn't draw his sword, so he couldn't help but sigh: "Qian'er, you are right, I will find a way to wipe it when I go back. Also, the white clothes white snow you mentioned are really damn handsome, especially standing on the eaves at the end of the month, with his back facing people, hiss. Little Qian'er, good Qian'er, just do it like this, you choose a suitable one for me."

Zhao Qian'er raised her head proudly, almost like a little swan, and said proudly: "Wow, don't you know my taste in choosing clothes? Let's go! Brother Rong'er, don't be in a daze, let's go. Uncle Xiaobai, I have a few ideas, let's talk about them in detail."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Zhao Qian'er and Li Bai got together to discuss the important matter of changing the 'skin' of the master.

Zhao Rong was stunned as he listened.

He couldn't help but look at Li Bai carefully.

No wonder I felt something was wrong with Uncle Xiaobai when we first met.

It feels like he's a little different.

It's just that I haven't seen him for a long time, and I feel that he is still the same person, liking to hold a sword and pretend to be an expert...

Just now, when he was waiting for Xiao Qian'er to come out, he was also looking around.

It turned out that he was much cleaner and tidier, no longer the sloppy drunkard-like style he used to be.

Then I wanted to buy some clothes, so I looked around the streets...

By the way, can the style of an expert change all the time?

Wow, really professional.

Is this the self-cultivation of every master?

Zhao Rong looked at Xiao Qian'er and Li Bai with admiration.

The two of them were having a serious discussion together.

Li Bai was asking Qian'er what kind of clothes could be low-key and restrained yet exude a hint of dominance.

Xiao Qian'er narrowed her eyes and thought like a military strategist. She raised a finger and shook it, and began to give advice.

You guys are amazing!

Zhao Rong shook his head and remained silent for a while.

He covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and couldn't help but quietly tilt his ear and eavesdrop for a while.

After a few breaths, Zhao Rong's eyes gradually widened, and he nodded slightly as if he had benefited a lot.

It turns out that our little Qian'er knows so many things?

Such good taste in clothes? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Well, I found a treasure.

I have to appease this woman...

I'll prepare a set for this young master later.

Zhao Rong took a few steps forward and approached them, saying to them seriously:

"I want one too."

Zhao Qianer: “…”

Li Bai: “…”

The two looked at each other.

"Come on, let's talk about this. I don't think Uncle Xiaobai is suitable for having a blue beard. He doesn't look like a seasoned master at all. Why don't we start with the hairstyle... Don't you think so, Qian'er?"

Zhao Qianer blinked.

Not long after, the new freeloader monster Zhao Rong, who said "I want one too", continued to stroll down the street with the dog-headed military strategist Zhao Qian'er and the bronze master Li Bai.

He forgot about Gu Yiwu, who was still waiting anxiously in the houseboat.

At one point, on the street, Zhao Qian'er suddenly turned around and asked curiously, "Brother Rong'er, how many days will we stay in Xingzi Town?"

Zhao Rong frowned and thought about his outfit, how he could shock the Dali government and the public as soon as he appeared, making everyone smack their lips in amazement and bow their heads in submission.

He came back to his senses, looked around, and said four words in a leisurely tone: "We are not in a hurry."

Zhao Qian'er seemed to be thinking about something, but her beautiful eyebrows were still slightly furrowed.

"Brother Rong'er, why do you let Gu Shiwu take others to the largest Zuixianlou in Xingzi Town to drink wine and watch dances and operas every day?"

The little girl paused, then stood on tiptoe and pinched Zhao Rong's nose, "Also, when we go to find Gu Shewu later, you are not allowed to drink wine!"

Zhao Rong immediately looked at Zhao Qian'er with an innocent expression.

The latter squinted at him like a little fox.

Zhao Rong nodded vigorously, full of righteousness.

Zhao Qian'er then put down her hand with satisfaction, but she did not take it back immediately. Instead, her little hand paused at Zhao Rongyi's collar and then straightened his hair again, her movements gentle and obedient.

After a moment, she tilted her head and continued to ask curiously:

"Oh, you haven't told me why you asked Gu Shewu to wait for you every day and why you asked us to go to Zuixianlou later. Why are these two things happening?"

Zhao Rong turned his head and took another look at the largest pleasure boat on Xingzi Lake with the inscription "Drunken Immortal" and said softly:

"Go see who's anxious."

"who?"

"Who." Zhao Rong nodded.

About half an hour later, the three people who had enjoyed themselves stopped shopping.

Together we went to Zuixian Tower in the lake...