Chapter 6 Daily Life in Zixiao Palace (2)
Looking at the only three things in Zixiao Palace: pond water, stones, and unripe peaches.
Chang Hao fell into deep thought and finally dug out some useful skills from his memory. He had once been curious about how water could be woven into silk and had asked the Mermaid King for advice. He was grateful for the Mermaid King's careful teaching.
Chang Hao dipped his fingers into the water, and with a flick of his wrist, he quickly wove a batch of silk.
This was my first time using this skill, and I wasn't very skilled at it. This batch of silk was extremely sheer and thin, with a cold white hue, and it was clearly a failure.
Fortunately, with each failure, Chang Hao gradually mastered the technique, and finally, a fairly successful piece of silk appeared before him.
The silk had the sheen of the pool water itself. Chang Hao measured it against his own body and planned to make several sets of Taoist robes and everyday clothes for himself.
Chang Hao, who was used to having to change into formal attire for different occasions, made a complicated outfit without thinking. It was not only cumbersome, but also difficult to put on and take off.
When the first finished product appeared, Chang Hao closed his eyes. Those days had almost become his inner demons.
What he was ashamed to admit was that the layers of clothing gave Chang Hao an extraordinary sense of security. Even after realizing this, when making new clothes for himself, Chang Hao would still choose elaborate styles.
When the first set of self-made clothing appeared in the world, a golden light of merit descended from the sky, half of which went to Chang Hao, and the other half was sprinkled on the elaborate Taoist robe, where it was completely absorbed.
The originally plain-colored wide-sleeved robe now has a faint golden sheen, turning into a black robe with gold trim. The collar and cuffs are marked with silver Daoist patterns, and even the four layers of sleeves that Chang Hao had not yet finished have been adjusted according to his ideas.
The inner garment is about an inch longer than the outer robe, while the inner robe is an inch shorter. Once the outer robe is worn, the exquisite cuffs of all four layers of sleeves can be seen...
Chang Hao was no longer calm. The golden light of the merit that had entered his body was like a drop of water flowing into a river. The creation merit hidden in Chang Hao's body was finally noticed by Chang Hao. His merit was more than half more.
The merit was activated and wanted to merge into Chang Hao's body to enhance his cultivation. Chang Hao noticed this and stopped it without thinking. Cultivation can be trained again, but merit is not easy to obtain. It is better to save it for a life-or-death situation and use it unexpectedly.
Under Chang Hao's manipulation, the three different merits gradually merged into one. Chang Hao concealed his surprise and doubt, and then made several Taoist robes of different styles.
Although there was a lot of water in the pool, it all belonged to Hongjun. Chang Hao didn't forget to offer a couple of Taoist robes to Hongjun as a token of appreciation, but unfortunately, no more merits were bestowed upon him.
"It seems that it's because it's the first time I've 'made' this garment." Chang Hao pondered. The appearance of the silk had not brought any merit, which was probably because it was formed by his magical power, rather than because he wove the silk himself.
If it weren't for his remaining rationality, Chang Hao would have lost control of stroking the Heavenly Dao Merit, which was a rare golden light of merit, like a death-exempt token.
"It's a pity," Chang Hao sighed, "I'm now powerless to control my own destiny."
Chang Hao's gaze drifted to the first failed attempt, and he decided to repurpose it as a couplet to decorate the palace.
Standing in front of the 'funeral hall' he had set up, Chang Hao questioned his life choices, wondering how he had ended up with a funeral hall.
Everywhere was cold white; one can imagine that the palace must have been decorated like this when he passed away.
The wind rises and the silk flutters, the cold sleeves dance in the hall, all that's missing is a mournful, choked sob.
Exhausted, Chang Hao reached out and decided to take it down the same way he had done.
"It's acceptable." Hongjun, sparing with words, stopped Chang Hao's actions in time, puzzled as to why Chang Hao had made the arrangements and then rejected them. Were all cubs so troublesome?
Chang Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he gripped the curtain tightly. Sure enough, the difference in their cultivation levels was too great; he hadn't even noticed Hongjun's appearance.
Little did Hongjun know that after thwarting Luo Hou's plan, he did not stay in the prehistoric world to travel as before. Instead, he was worried and rushed back to Zixiao Palace. Just then, he saw the golden light of merit falling and came to investigate. He almost thought he had wandered into another place. He stared at Chang Hao's slender and well-defined hands and examined his gorgeous clothes, silently wondering whether Chang Hao would be yin or yang after he truly took human form.
This purple-fuzzy thing is always fussing over flashy but impractical things. One minute it needs a 'bed,' and the next it insists on borrowing tools from him. Then it's missing 'cups' or 'tables'... It never stops, it's so pretentious. Unlike him, who just sits there on his futon for thousands of years.
Chang Hao withdrew his hand guiltily, forcing a smile to save face: "You think it's acceptable? This silk looks like it's floating on clouds, drifting in the breeze like a misty cloud, so why don't you keep it?"
As long as he doesn't have a guilty conscience, no one will know that this is a funeral hall.
With his hand behind Hongjun's back, Chang Hao made a hand seal, and a gentle breeze stirred the curtains of the hall. Chang Hao had intended to create the effect Hongjun had described, but it fell short of expectations, and the fake smile on his face vanished.
"Good." Hongjun praised. He didn't understand what a mourning hall was, but he knew it was good. Since Chang Hao had put so much effort into setting it up, he should keep it. It was much better than the previous empty cave.
Seeing that Chang Hao's youthful appearance was still an illusion, she frowned slightly. "Come here." Could it be that something went wrong with his cultivation?
With the cultivation of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, this cub should have already transformed into human form. The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain were only Great Luo Golden Immortals when they first transformed. This purple qi ball that he picked up casually could not possibly be on par with the Three Pure Ones.
Chang Hao, puzzled, honestly stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"
Hongjun placed his hand on Chang Hao's head and examined him again. It turned out that his origin was missing. His origin was also very strange, ethereal and elusive, as if his true spirit had separated from his body. But how could this be?
"Do you know your own origins?" Hongjun was puzzled, so he directly asked the person in question. There were many origins in the prehistoric world, and it was normal for a primordial god and demon like him not to know.
"Following my foot?" Chang Hao's still somewhat immature face was full of doubt, and he raised his chin slightly, saying sincerely, "I don't know."
Hongjun lowered his head in disbelief, and Chang Hao was caught off guard when he met Hongjun's indifferent and unwavering eyes.
Chang Hao saw his own insignificance in Hongjun's eyes, while Hongjun's gaze was like the deep sea, unfathomable.
Chang Hao blinked to hide his trembling heart. Was he now considered to be formed from a condensed soul?
“Your origin is your foundation. The Three Pure Ones of the Primordial Era were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu. The Qi of Taiqing, the Qi of Yuqing, and the Qi of Shangqing are their foundations.” Hongjun realized that Chang Hao had not lied to him, and felt even more absurd.
Chang Hao shook his head. "I don't know."
He truly didn't know. If it were before, he could still be said to be light, but now, he couldn't feel even a trace of the source of light.
Hongjun thought of Chang Hao's unknown destiny, "If that's the case, then the time is not yet ripe. Focus on cultivation and improve yourself."
"Okay." Chang Hao obediently agreed. Only a child who doesn't cause trouble can survive under the big boss. Occasionally throwing a little tantrum is also a way of testing Hongjun's bottom line.
Hongjun nodded slightly. Although this cub was troublesome, it was quite easy to take care of. It had always been quiet and well-behaved. Now it seemed to have good fortune and was expected to become a quasi-saint in the future. It was quite talented. He would just keep raising it.
On the stone in the outer courtyard, several sets of robes were neatly stacked. With Hongjun's keen eyesight, he could naturally tell that they were simply woven from his Three Lights Divine Water. It was these robes that attracted the golden light of merit.
Ignoring Chang Hao's reckless squandering of the Three Lights Divine Water he had gathered, Hongjun flipped his hand, and the Qiankun Cauldron stood in mid-air, "Watch..."
In front of Chang Hao, Hongjun threw several sets of white Taoist robes into the vessel for purification, his hands moving at a steady pace, casually forming hand seals. "Mix them together in the vessel, command the fire to refine them, for the first nine days and nights, then forty-nine days, to make them shine, to forge their essence..."
He verbally explained the secrets of weapon crafting, revealing the principles of weapon crafting. Golden lotuses bloomed, clearly instructing Chang Hao on the way of weapon crafting.
Chang Hao stared intently at Hongjun's hand movements, quickly memorizing this weapon-refining technique personally taught by Hongjun. This kind of knowledge was something he had previously tried every means to obtain, so this opportunity was rare.
But Hongjun actually taught him the art of weapon crafting. Could it be that he intends to take him as a disciple? It's not impossible for an accomplished person to be one's teacher.
Forty-nine days later, a great white light appeared, and several sets of white robes with purple gauze were delivered to Chang Hao. The Dao patterns on the robes were deep and complex, revealing the colors that the Three Lights Divine Water should have, shining like stars and the moon.
Chang Hao made a quick decision and returned the set of clothes that had absorbed the golden light of merit to Hongjun, saying, "Here you go."
Kindness is kindness, and resentment is resentment. Since Chang Hao listened to the lessons taught by Hongjun, Hongjun naturally owes him a debt of gratitude for teaching him, and he must respect him greatly.
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