Chapter 59 59 Trying on the Clothes Bai Xian strode forward and pulled him apart...

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, the morning of June 21st, Linghuang Mansion.

Ning Changkong took the millet porridge that Bai Xian brought over and stretched out his hand, saying, "Cellphone."

"It's confiscated." Bai Xian put his bowl on the table and picked up the chopsticks. "Just stay well and get well."

Ning Changkong's eyes widened slightly: "What if someone else sends me work information?"

Bai Xian didn't even raise his eyelids: "I'll show it to you for half an hour every day."

Chu Qingge told him that Bai Xian wanted to lock him up in Linghuang Mansion to recuperate. Ning Changkong was unwilling to accept the situation and struggled desperately: "It will be the same if I go back to Jinwu Garden to recuperate..."

"Do you know how scary you were last night...scaring a demon?" Bai Xian interrupted him.

Ning Changkong's neck shrank. Oh, are you really angry?

Chu Qingge interrupted at the right time: "Nonsense, you woke up in the middle of the night and vomited blood without any warning, which is much more frightening than being injured and vomiting blood or being sick and having a fever."

Throughout May and June, except for the serious injury he suffered in the fight with Li Bo at the training school and one or two low fevers caused by overwork, his overall physical condition was relatively stable. Last night, he suddenly had a "nightmare" and was about to vomit blood, which inevitably made Bai Xian re-evaluate his health.

After the final exam, Ning Chang was relieved but still had a lot on his mind. He thought about it: although there were many things that required him to worry about, from the affairs of the Hundred Birds Tribe and the Soul Guarding Division to the two major projects of "Shen Ge" and "Qi Hui", but they could still function without him for the time being, and it seemed that he could indeed take a week off.

"Wow, it's vacation." Ning Changkong said exaggeratedly.

Chu Qingge warned him: "Don't bother, or I'll go on strike."

She works overtime every day.

Ning Changkong did not argue with Bai Xian anymore and drank the porridge obediently.

"What did you dream about last night?" Bai Xian asked carefully.

He pondered over it all night. Lin Jinsong was young and inexperienced. After all, the only thing that could scare a person this badly was a near-death experience.

Ning Changkong swallowed the porridge in his mouth. He and Bai Xian carefully reviewed the experience of the Lantern Festival night, talking about how Phoenix and Li Bo seemed to have stolen something, and how he accepted the Phoenix inheritance when he was on the verge of death, but he didn't mention the soul blood crystal that sealed the Phoenix heart.

Ning Changkong has been a member of the Hundred Birds Clan for a long time, but he is still the "young master". As long as there is no strange phenomenon caused by the falling phoenix, the leader of the Hundred Birds Clan will be Feng Qingwu who has been "reclusive" for a long time.

However, no one knew better than Ning Changkong that the Phoenix Feng Qingwu was dead.

As for the strange phenomena in the world that were not caused by the Phoenix Fall, Chu Qingge commented: "Because it is the Tongshan illusion that 'rejects death', the sealed heart is still beating, so it is not recognized as dead by the world."

This explanation even made Ning Changkong feel a chill down his spine. After thinking it over, he vaguely said that he suddenly had the power of a phoenix, but he didn't know where that power came from.

Ning Changkong slowly organized his words and said evasively: "...I dreamed about Phoenix, probably because I saw him yesterday."

Sure enough, the shadow of death is not so easy to get rid of. Bai Xian comforted him awkwardly: "It's okay, I will follow you every day from now on, and he won't be able to do anything to you again."

After all, he is a great demon who has cultivated for thousands of years. Even if he cannot defeat him, he can still send him away. Bai Xian thought confidently.

I don’t think I’m looking forward to it. Ning Changkong thought.

He carefully considered Bai Xian's words. He had tried to test him several times before and found that Bai Xian really knew nothing about Phoenix. He only said that he seemed to have heard of the name in the mythical age, but had never seen it.

As for the things Phoenix stole, Bai Xian had no idea since he didn't know Feng Qingwu had passed away.

Ning Changkong was in a good mood after a long absence from vacation. The chef at Linghuang Mansion was also very skilled, so he drank most of the bowl of sweet porridge.

Bai Xian handed him the warmed medicine and said softly, "Why didn't you say you wanted to go back to Jinwu Garden?"

Ning Changkong drank the medicine in one gulp, and was so bitter that he could not help but rub his bloated and painful stomach, and said casually: "Anyway, I have nothing to do for the time being, and I have to eat the food you cook when I go back, so why not stay here for a few days."

Bai Xian rolled his eyes and took back the rock candy in his hand: "No more."

“Stop!”

The first year of the resurrection of spiritual energy, the morning of June 21st, Penglai, Yuxiang, Jinxiufang.

"Why do you want to take me out shopping?" Ning Changkong complained unhappily, "I want to read a book——"

Bai Xian said mercilessly: "All you do all day is work and study. You just study too hard and don't know how to relax."

Qing Geng always told him that he was overworked. Since Ning had a lot of free time and didn't want to sleep all day, Bai Xian decided to take him out for a good meal and a good rest.

"It's too hot to go shopping outside in the summer." Ning Changkong held out his hand, "Give me your phone, so I can relax indoors."

Bai Xian slapped his hand away and frowned: "Your hands are so cold, where is the heat?"

Ning Changkong shut up angrily and started walking down the street, looking around.

Jinxiufang is one of the most prosperous commercial areas in Yuxiang. As its name suggests, it is famous for its exquisite fabrics and embroidery. The streets are full of silk and brocade hanging for display.

"The cloth shop in front is quite famous. You ordered your spring clothes there before." Bai Xian raised his chin. "Since you are here, I will measure your size again and make you some summer clothes."

Ning Changkong said reluctantly: "What size do you want to measure? This fits me well... Stop it, I can walk by myself!"

He was still dragged into the cloth shop by Bai Xiansheng. The owner of the cloth shop recognized their identities at a glance and was surprised and happy to personally welcome them in.

"Zuo Zhuan·Zhaogong 17th Year": "Five pheasants are responsible for the five crafts. They are good at making tools and measuring. They are the barbarians." Among the five crafts, the craftsman of five colors, or dyeing craftsmen, is performed by white-crowned long-tailed pheasants.

As expected, the most famous thing about the White-crowned Pheasant is... Ning Changkong lowered his gaze and stared at the two long feathers exposed under the shopkeeper's clothes.

It's just right to pluck it and make the phoenix-wing purple gold crown.

The fur of bird demons is gorgeous and colorful. After transforming, whether to keep the original color of the clothes or to show the tail feathers, every beauty-loving bird demon has her own ideas, so all kinds of cloth shops and satin shops have been booming in Yuxiang.

Ning Changkong was pushed into the dressing room. He had already taken off his dark outer robe, revealing his white inner garment. He looked up at Bai Xian who was standing by his side and said with a smile, "You want to see my measurements too?"

Bai Xian frowned and looked him up and down, feeling a lingering sense of disharmony.

When I saw him this morning, I felt that his pajamas looked empty, but how come this undershirt made in the same period fits him so well?

He suddenly thought, "Take this off, too."

Ning Changkong was stunned and subconsciously pulled his clothes tighter.

Bai Xian, who had been watching his movements closely, reacted immediately, took two steps forward and ripped open his collar.

The first year of Reiki's revival, the morning of June 21st, in the fitting room.

Ning Changkong began to unload his equipment piece by piece resignedly.

Well, actually he was originally planning to wear a muscle suit for cosplay, but that kind of clothes was too troublesome to put on, so he and Chu Qingge made a simple one themselves.

After all, it is worn close to the body, so it doesn’t need to be too delicate. You just need to sew some sponge pieces on the top to pad the skinny parts, such as the waist and upper arms...

Ning Chang hollowly untied the sufficient gauze tied around his thighs. This was a temporary preparation, so it had not yet become part of the underwear.

Bai Xian's face was gloomy. He should have guessed it earlier. This guy, no matter how well-behaved and cooperative he seems to be, is actually very deceitful and suicidal.

But this was too thin. He looked at the pale body in front of him with fear and horror.

The muscle lines were still smooth, but the muscles close to the bones had obviously shrunk, and the whole person looked much thinner. The protruding ribs at the lower edge of the chest were faintly visible under the pale skin. This body did not look like a warrior's at all, and even had a bit of sickness.

Ning Changkong quickly put on his white undershirt again, coughed twice awkwardly, and motioned for the shopkeeper to come forward and help him measure his size.

He couldn't eat all day and was busy all the time, so it was natural for him to lose weight. But he lost weight too quickly and too obviously, and he didn't want to show his weakness in front of others and expose his physical condition, so he came up with such a stupid idea, but he didn't expect to be exposed by Bai Xian.

The shopkeeper hesitantly stepped forward to measure the dimensions, and the more he measured, the more shocked he became.

Ning Changkong felt the atmosphere was heavy, and he felt a little uneasy and wanted to say something, but when he looked at Bai Xian and the shopkeeper, who both looked unhappy, he could only whisper, "I'm sorry."

After hearing this, Bai Xian's anger disappeared by half, and he was left with a lot of heartache. Instead, it was the shopkeeper who spoke first. She whispered, "You should take care of yourself. If you lose weight like this, you may not be able to wear the dress you will wear during the Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix."

This reminded Ning Changkong. He was close to being a hybrid in his form of existence, and could not freely transform into a phoenix prototype, so Zhu Huan and he both pretended to be deaf and dumb, and kept delaying the matter of the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix.

Ning Changkong took the opportunity to change the subject: "Have you started making those dresses?"

"Not really. The clan has not issued an order to organize the ceremony." The shopkeeper measured his waist and frowned as he wrote down the small number. "But everyone is eager to try. Being able to participate in the production of the Phoenix dress is the highest honor for us tailors."

Ning Changkong hesitated for a moment before speaking: "You guys start making it first, according to the dimensions measured this spring."

Seeing the shopkeeper's surprised and happy expression, he smiled and said, "By that time, my body should be better, and the previous size should be a good fit."

Now that they had the record of the other half of the Phoenix's heart, he and Chu Qingge had an idea of ​​how to further extract power from the Phoenix's incomplete heart so that he could temporarily transform into the Phoenix's form.

It would probably take several months to make those suits, and even longer to prepare for the ceremony. He should have time to practice well and maintain his phoenix posture.

Well, didn't Yue Jingting and the others suspect that he was Lin Jinsong? He turned into a phoenix right in front of them.

Seeing him in person as a half-demon, half-human being might help dispel some suspicions. As for the excessive attention paid to the three protagonists, perhaps Qingniao could dispel suspicions...

Before leaving the cloth shop, the shopkeeper did not allow him to wear the round-necked robe that was too loose after he took off his clothes, and prepared to pick out a ready-made piece of clothing for him to wear first. Ning Changkong blurted out that he wanted her to help find a piece of clothing that "would not make him look too bad", which caused Bai Xian to give him another cold glance.

The shopkeeper helped him pick out a light-colored wide-sleeved top with a dark red cross-collar underneath. The shopkeeper also combed his hair and tied it up halfway. The loose coat and the deliberately let-down long hair did make him look less thin.

"It's just a little hot." Ning Changkong combed his long hair unhappily. The hotter the weather, the more troublesome his hair became.

Bai Xian said unhappily, "Why don't you feel hot when you stuff so many things into your clothes?"

Ning Changkong said nothing more, and dragged Bai Xian to continue shopping. He took the initiative to pay for some snacks on the roadside and stuffed them into Bai Xian's hands.

Bai Xian took a bite and found it was sickeningly sweet, just the taste someone liked. He watched Ning Changkong struggling with his long hair while eating, laughed dumbly, and helped him lift up the hair that was causing trouble.

The deputy director of the Soul Protection Department changed out of his dark-colored uniform and put on this elegant and gorgeous robe, shedding his indomitable and sharp aura in the political arena and looking like a young master from an aristocratic family.

Bai Xian sighed and said helplessly, "When will you stop worrying?"

When will you learn to take yourself seriously?

"...I'm sorry." Ning Changkong swallowed the pastry and said vaguely without any sincerity.

A man and a demon were strolling slowly down the street.

"Hey, is it a human custom to give children longevity locks? The kind with 'Long Live a Hundred Years' engraved on it?"

"Yes, yes. What are you doing?"

"I want to get you one."

"...That's not how it's given in custom. It's given by elders to newborn babies so that they can be raised from childhood."

"That's how I understand it. You see, a human in his teens gives a longevity lock to a baby who is only a few days old. So, isn't it appropriate for me, a thousand-year-old monster, to give a longevity lock to you who is in your twenties?"

"——Why are you looking at me like that? Tell me where I misunderstood you! Don't go!"

The first year of the Reiki Recovery, the evening of June 21st, Jinwu Garden.

The little boy serving in Linghuang Mansion saluted in a formal manner.

"I have met with the Left Pavilion Master and the Yue Prison."

"My young master has returned to Penglai. He said he wants to take a vacation and will be back in July."

"Well, just give me the gift, I will bring it to the young master."

"Oh, yes. The young master said that even though he won't be here next Saturday, we should still deliver the things, otherwise he won't come back."