Chapter 14 Those who have died for three days have not died in vain

Dingjiu City, the largest city in the northern part of Zhongzhou, came down from the mountain gate of the Supreme Sect, walked through the misty sea of ​​clouds of the mountain protection formation, and Mo Lin led them to a dense forest. However, in the blink of an eye, 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 very high, gray and solemn, and extremely stern.

Going further, there are gradually some special products and shops of the Supreme Sect.

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

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

"Yes," Mo Lin returned the greeting and turned back to explain to them, "You are the direct disciples of the Supreme Sect. If the people in Junding Mansion are high-ranking, they will call you Uncle Master. If they are ordinary workers, they will probably call you Junior Master. Don't panic, just respond."

The general trend of the cultivation world is to respect the strong. The new disciples of the Supreme Sect will definitely become heroes in the future. The word "Supreme" represents strength.

The group was led by Mo Lin to the more lively and casual East Market. It was still a wide bluestone road, but there were very different changes along the street. There were a lot of people, a lot of traffic, and it was connected in all directions. Along the way, there were shops lined up, with green plaques and golden plaques, carved windows and doors, and painted buildings and red railings.

The prosperity of the world is nothing more than this.

Lin Du looked up and saw a group of paper geese flying in the sky. They were painted in rich colors and colorful, and they were flying in the blue sky, which was very interesting.

"How is it? Dingjiu City is a good place for us, right?" Mo Lin saw that the children were like birds out of the cage, their eyes were full of excitement, and they also showed a hearty smile on their faces.

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

It couldn't be better.

"That's the largest garment shop in Dingjiu City. Would you like to go in and take a look?"

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

As soon as they entered the garment shop, Ni Jinxuan's eyes lit up and she pulled Lin Du straight to one of the rows, "Junior uncle, this one looks good. It seems to suit you very well."

"Junior uncle, take a look at this?"

Lin Du was like a Shiba Inu being dragged around. 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 in all the shops in the city. You can also keep a record of the discounts and deduct the money from the rent they hand in. You can give it to the Sect Master or me when the time comes."

"Also, all direct disciples receive a subsidy of 10,000 low-grade spirit stones for consumption in the city every year. This is one of the annual allowances given to you by the sect. So, little master uncle doesn't need to worry about having no money."

Mo Lin smiled sincerely, and Lin Du felt warm in his heart.

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

Mo Lin sneered, and then thought of taking care of the self-esteem of the junior master, and said softly, "There are many places to spend money, so the junior master should keep it for himself."

Lin Du looked at the complicated skirt and didn't even know how to wear it. He had a headache. Fortunately, he found that some female cultivators wore crane cloaks and coats along the way today. They only used crowns instead of colorful and exquisite buns. The customs of the cultivation world are open and they don't pay much attention to how you dress.

Even if the clothes and decorations are exaggerated, they will be drowned in the crowd, but someone will exaggerate that they are bright.

Lin Du likes this world where everyone can be themselves, just like the first-tier cities in his previous life.

A world where clothes and dressing are not defined.

She picked a few clothes, tried them on, and then came out to indicate that they were packing.

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.

"Junior 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."

After he said this, even the waiter who was packing laughed. He raised his head and took a closer look, and said, "Junior Master's temperament matches the light color. He looks like a delicate snowman."

After buying clothes and the crown for her head, Ni Jinxuan saw that Lin Du was hesitant and wanted to ask, but she turned around and looked at her with a smile, "Jinxuan, I don't know anything about these. Why don't you teach me what they are for?"

Her attitude was frank and generous, which made the few people who were hesitant to speak before feel ashamed.

They all knew that Lin Du grew up without a father or mother and ate at many houses. Luckily, she caught up with the ten-year sect election in Zhongzhou. When she entered the sect, she was only wearing a green robe and clean sleeves. She had probably never seen these things before.

Who knew that she would ask for advice so frankly that Mo Lin, who was afraid to hurt her by explaining it, was a little moved.

Ni Jinxuan immediately smiled, "I'll teach you. Here, hairpins, hairpins, hairpins, combs..."

She picked up a pink butterfly-shaped gold hairpin and gestured in front of Lin Du. For a moment, it was a little hard to imagine what the little master uncle looked like dressed like this.

"Young 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."

She handed the disciple token that the head of the sect gave them a few days after entering the sect to the waiter, lowering her eyes and smiling.

The Supreme Sect's disciples have a base of purple gold that never decays, and it is engraved with a formation to lock the breath and blood to ensure that it cannot be used by others. On one side is the sect emblem of the Supreme Sect, and on the other side is the name of the disciple's generation, which is also integrated with the inlay technology that others cannot imitate. No one in Zhongzhou does not respect this token.

The waiter took the token and turned it to the name side, and was immediately startled.

The handwriting on it, written with silver hooks and iron, clearly reads, "Ninety-ninth generation disciple Lin Du."

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

The waiter knew that the Supreme Sect had already reached the 100th generation of disciples, but she didn't expect that this little disciple who was only in the initial stage of the Phoenix Realm was actually of the same generation as the current head of the sect. The smile on her face became more genuine.

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

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

"Little 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 is not based on a small gold hairpin, but on what he does to you on a daily basis."

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

This education of children must be subtle.

Lin Du sighed in his heart. The road to being a mother is a long and arduous journey.