Chapter 14: I am the one who has died for three days

Dingjiu City, the largest city in the northern part of Zhongzhou. Coming down from the mountain gate of the Supreme Sect and walking through the misty sea of ​​clouds that protected the mountain, Mo Lin led them into a dense forest. However, in the blink of an eye, they changed their shapes and the dense forest behind them disappeared, and they arrived at the largest street in the city.

On both sides of the wide square stone road are the Junding Mansion and the post station courtyard where distinguished guests and disciples of the Supreme Sect can stay temporarily. The courtyard walls are extremely high, gray and solemn, and extremely stern.

Going further ahead, you will gradually see some special products and shops of the Supreme Sect.

Mo Lin introduced the children along the way. The guards all bowed and saluted, and some people came out to greet him.

"Uncle Master, take the new disciples out to play?"

"Yes," Mo Lin returned the greeting and explained to them, "You are the direct disciples of the Supreme Sect. If the people in Junding Mansion are high-ranking officials, they will call you uncles. If they are ordinary workers, they will probably call you little masters. There is no need to panic, just respond."

In the world of cultivation, the strong are respected. The new disciples of the Supreme Sect will definitely become heroes in the future. The word "supreme" represents strength.

Mo Lin brought the group to the more lively and casual East Market. It still had the wide bluestone pavement, but there were some very different changes along the street. It was bustling with people and traffic, and it was connected in all directions. Along the way, there were shops lined up with green signs and golden plaques, carved windows and doors, and painted buildings and red railings.

This is the most prosperous thing in the world.

Lin Du looked up and saw a group of paper ibis in the distance, flying in the blue sky in rich colors, creating a beautiful contrast.

"What do you think? Our Dingjiu City is a good place, right?" Mo Lin saw a group of children like birds out of a cage, with excitement flashing in their eyes and hearty smiles on their faces.

Lin Du lowered his eyes and smiled, "It's a good place."

Couldn't be better.

"That's the largest clothing store in Dingjiu City. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Ni Jinxuan was the first to respond to the call of the senior brother, "Let's go!"

As soon as they entered the clothing store, Ni Jinxuan's eyes lit up and she pulled Lin Du straight to one of the rows, "Junior Master, this one looks good and it suits you very well."

"Master Junior, take a look at this?"

Lin Du was like a Shiba Inu being dragged here and there, and under Mo Lin's deliberate indulgence, he was forced to try on several pieces of clothing.

"I forgot to tell you that disciples of our Supreme Sect can get discounts at all the stores in the city. We can also keep a record of it and deduct it from the rent they submit. You can just give it to the headmaster or me when the time comes."

"Moreover, all disciples receive a subsidy of 10,000 low-grade spirit stones for their spending in the city each year, which is one of the annual allowances given to you by the sect. Junior Master Uncle does not need to worry about not having money."

Mo Lin's smile was sincere, and Lin Du felt warm in his heart.

"You don't need to take care of me like this. I actually have a little money."

Mo Lin sneered, then thought of taking care of Junior Master's self-esteem, and said softly, "There are many other places to spend money, Junior Master, keep it for yourself."

Lin Du felt a bit of a headache looking at the complicated skirt and not knowing how to wear it. Fortunately, he found along the way today that some female cultivators also wore crane cloaks and robes, and only used crowns instead of colorful exquisite buns. The customs of the people in the cultivation world are open-minded and they don't really care how you dress.

Even if one's clothes and accessories are extravagant and one is lost in the crowd, one will still stand out as bright.

Lin Du really likes this kind of world where everyone can be their own person, just like the first-tier cities in his previous life.

A world where clothes and attire are not defined.

She picked out a few pieces of clothing, tried them on, and then came out to signal for her to pack them.

Ni Jinxuan and Mo Lin were speechless as they looked at the pile of clothes. There were black, gray, pale blue, and green clothes, but not a single bright color. Even her thousand-year-old master wore brighter clothes than her.

"Little Master... Actually, you are only thirteen years old this year."

Lin Du raised his eyelids and glanced at the two of them. "Just look at my sickly face. Even someone who has been dead for three days is not as white as me. I don't even need to let my hair down when I go out in red. People will think I'm a ghost."

As soon as he finished speaking, even the waiter who was packing the food started to laugh. He looked up and carefully examined him, then said, "The young master's temperament matches the light color, making him look as delicate as a snowman."

After buying clothes, Ni Jinxuan bought a hairpin. Seeing that Lin Du was hesitant, she wanted to ask, but she turned around and smiled at her, "Jinxuan, I don't know what these are. Why don't you teach me what they are for?"

Her frank and open attitude made those who had hesitated to speak earlier feel ashamed.

They all knew that Lin Du grew up without a father or mother and ate at various houses. He was lucky enough to catch up with the sect election held once every ten years in Zhongzhou. When he entered the sect, he was just wearing a green robe and his sleeves were clean. He had probably never seen these things before.

Who would have thought that she would ask so frankly, which made Mo Lin, who was afraid to hurt her by explaining it himself before, feel a little emotional.

Ni Jinxuan immediately smiled and said, "Let me teach you. Here are the hairpins, hairpins, pins, and combs..."

She picked up a pink butterfly-shaped gold hairpin and gestured in front of Lin Du. For a moment, she found it difficult to imagine what her junior master would look like dressed like this.

"Little Master, do you like this?" Lin Du leaned back slightly to avoid the damn pink, holding the other's wrist and gesturing to her head, "Since you like it, waiter, please pack it up and put it on my account."

As she spoke, she handed the disciple token that the sect leader personally gave them a few days after they entered the sect to the waiter, lowering her eyes and smiling.

The base of the Supreme Sect's disciple token is made of eternal purple gold, and it is engraved with a formation to lock the aura and bloodline to prevent it from being used by others. On one side is the Supreme Sect's sect emblem, and on the other side is the disciple's seniority and name, and it also incorporates an inlay technique that cannot be imitated by others. No one in Zhongzhou disrespects this token.

The waiter took the token, turned to the name side, and was stunned.

The words on the iron and silver hook clearly read, "99th generation disciple Lin Du"

The slick waiter who always had a smile on her face couldn't help but look up at the skinny boy in front of her. She glanced at him lazily, slightly raising one eyebrow, as if asking what was wrong.

The waiter knew that the Supreme Sect had reached its 100th generation of disciples, but he never expected that this little disciple, who was only at the initial stage of Phoenix Realm, was actually of the same generation as the current sect master. The smile on his face became more genuine.

Ni Jinxuan originally wanted to stop him, but it was too late. She tied her hands and wondered whether she should give a return gift.

Lin Du saw through her thoughts and said with a smile, "You taught me this today, so you are half my master. In the future, I will only ask you about these things. This hairpin is my apprenticeship gift. Don't think too much about it."

"Junior Master, you don't have to be so nice to me. We are from the same school and should help each other." Ni Jinxuan looked at the person in front of her with her big watery eyes.

Lin Du sneered, "You need to know that whether a person is good to you or not is not determined by a small gold pin, but by what he does to you on a daily basis."

In the original plot, the Demon Lord casually gave a golden hairpin to Ni Jinxuan, which made her anxious and worried, thinking that the Demon Lord bullied her because he liked her.

This education for children must be subtle and gradual.

Lin Du sighed deeply in her heart. Being a mother is a long and arduous journey.