Light like broken silver filtered through the vermilion window, making the toes of the girl in the tent appear as white as jade.
Li Qingran pinched the ball of light fabric, his fingertips sinking into the misty silk.
"Is this the white silk that Master mentioned? It is said that it is woven bit by bit from the silk spit out by a very rare monster, the Western Region Wan Ting Winter Silkworm..." She curiously pressed the thin socks against her cheek and rubbed them gently. The cool and smooth touch startled her earlobes.
Master has just briefly explained how to wear it.
But it still feels a bit awkward.
Li Qingran gently lifted the band at the root of the thigh, and the remaining material was tightened at the toes, making it smoother all of a sudden.
There was the sound of a folding fan tapping against the screen.
[Does it still fit?] There was a hint of smile in that cold voice.
Li Qingran hurriedly crossed her legs, the hazy color of snow revealed under her pale blue skirt, as if the newly fallen snow was wrapping up little peach blossoms.
"I always feel like I'm going to slide down..." She pulled the hem of her skirt and stuck out half of her face, the bell on her wrist jingling as she moved.
Suddenly I felt my ankle tighten.
A bamboo folding fan lifted the veil, and the fan fell just past her tightly bound feet.
The faint scent of sandalwood wafted over as Master leaned over.
[놚It closes like this.] The fan bone rubs across her calf through her stockings.
Li Qingran hurriedly lowered her head and curled up her toes, revealing light pink scratches on the translucent gauze.
"Master, Master, you, you are too close..." The diamond-shaped mirror reflected the two people's overlapping figures. The girl turned her face away with trembling breathing, and curled up into a ball. The scarlet corners of her eyes were brighter than the cinnabar on the desk.
"Moreover, moreover, the way your disciple is dressed... doesn't seem to be dignified?"
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's. The green smoke from the incense burner hooked her long black hair and even her watery eyes became hazy.
Chen Huai'an stood up, clapped his folding fan in his hands, and his face turned serious.
"What do you mean by dignified or not? This is called freedom of dress! Besides, the fat under your skirt can't be seen, at most your calves to your knees... This is a good thing, warm in winter and cool in summer. It's a cool night right now, don't you feel much warmer?"
Li Qingran was stunned for a few seconds by the sudden change in his master's behavior.
She pursed her lips and was about to say that she was no longer afraid of cold or heat after her foundation was built.
The words came to her lips but she shrank back, lowered her head, and obediently followed the master's meaning, and hummed: "Master is right, I do feel a lot warmer, worthy of being the winter silkworm of the world."
She knew that Master loved to hear this.
So she said this to Master.
"Yeah, so you have to wear it every day." Chen Huai'an nodded with satisfaction.
In another hour it would be morning, when all the disciples of Jian Ge would go to the Zhongzhou Secret Realm. Every sect had a strong person guarding the exit of the Secret Realm, but Jian Ge had few people, so in order to keep the situation under control and to prevent anything from happening to Li Qingran when he came out of the Secret Realm, he decided to guard the exit himself.
Since I have money now, I bought a one-day experience card for the Goddess of the Underworld and planned to go to the Zhongzhou Secret Realm to see what the situation is like.
Whether he came in person or not, he still couldn't touch Li Qingran, but the folding fan could.
I'll burn that folding fan as soon as tonight is over - jealousy.
"Stand up and show me?"
Li Qingran stood up obediently.
The drapery in front of the diamond-shaped mirror was suddenly blown up by the wind, and Li Qingran hurriedly held down the fluttering skirt. Her calves wrapped in transparent white silk shone with pearly luster in the moonlight, and her little feet disappeared into the shadow of the drapery as she retreated.
"What are you hiding from?" Folding Fan gently pressed down her trembling knees, "Turn around."
She spun slowly with her bare feet rubbing against the petals of the purple iris, and when the hem of her skirt opened up, her round and curved legs were vaguely revealed.
Li Qingran clutched the corner of his sleeve and dared not look up, his hair brushing his collarbone:
"Master, what do you think? Would it be weird for me to wear this..."
Chen Huai'an wiped the tip of his nose imperceptibly, lowered his eyes to look at the arc drawn by the girl's straight toes on the floor tiles, and silently opened the game translation: [Not bad, much more beautiful than the jade lotus I saw in Yaochi last time! ]
"How does it compare to Master's fish monster with beautiful legs?"
"Ahem, what's the difference between a mere fathead fish demon and my disciple?"
"Then Master, do you admit that the fish monster's legs are beautiful?"
"That's not what I meant, Master..."
"Hehe~" Li Qingran smiled and turned around while lifting her skirt.
As her skirt fluttered, Chen Huai'an felt herself immersed in a cluster of flowers, and a spoonful of osmanthus honey filled her brain.
"Master, will I wear this tomorrow?"
"Don't you think it's not decent?"
"It's not that bad. In fact, when female cultivators walk in long skirts, you can see a little bit of their legs. The stockings that Master gave me actually cover my legs. But the skirt I'm wearing now is for sleeping, it's very short and thin, and I'm in front of Master, so I'm not used to it..."
Li Qingran let down the hem of her skirt and stood in front of Chen Huai'an with her hands behind her back.
She looked up, her eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly, her eyes filled with indescribable emotions.
"Master... do you think this looks good on me?"
"pretty."
"Then Master, do you like to see your disciple wearing it?"
"Yes, yes."
"So I like it or I don't like it."
"Yeah... I like it."
"Then I will wear it!"
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The next day.
The disciples of Jian Ge gathered at the sect square.
Su Qi waited and waited, but Chen Huaian and Li Qingran, the master and apprentice, did not come.
Little did he know that at this moment Chen Huai'an was facing the choice of spending money.
[Main Quest: The Zhongzhou Secret Realm has been opened. Please take Li Qingran to the Zhongzhou Secret Realm]
[Currently, Li Qingran's survival rate is 99.999%]
[Tips 1: After Li Qingran enters the dungeon, players cannot interfere with the dungeon]
[Second tip: Demon cultivators and a small number of devil cultivators will appear in the Zhongzhou secret realm]
[Tips: There will be a big commotion when the Zhongzhou secret realm is closed]
【Please choose your means of transportation! 】
＜1＞Recharge 1888¥ to obtain the right to use a large flying boat, which can carry all the disciples of Jian Ge.
＜2＞Recharge 9999¥ to gain the right to use the Lingxiao Sword Formation, and the floating sword formation will carry all the sword pavilion disciples.
＜3＞Recharge 188888¥ to obtain the Nine Dragons Emperor's Holy Pavilion, which can accommodate all the disciples of Jian Ge.
＜4＞Without a penny, I stepped on your broken flying sword and took Li Qingran to the secret realm of Zhongzhou in a shabby manner.
"Hey! I have a bad temper!"
When Chen Huai'an saw option 4, his face darkened.
Although I don't like spending money on face-saving projects, the game is already very shabby.
Can you bear it? Just go for option ＜3＞!
Today, we must show off the ancestor of 놛劍阁 to the fullest, and let those sects see the strength of 놛劍阁!
"Qingran, get ready to go!"
Chen Huai'an chose to receive the Kowloon Imperial Palace.
“Ouch!”
Nine dragon roars came from the sky.
The layers of clouds parted, and a ray of light poured down.
I could vaguely see the winding dragon shadows dancing in the light - at the end of the clouds dyed golden by the morning sun, nine black dragons pulled the majestic Shengxuan through the barrier of the sword pavilion and circled over. Before they came close, the strong wind from the nine flying dragons had already bent the grass and trees on the top of Luoxia Peak.
"Master!" the girl in the hut responded.
Chen Huai'an turned around, his eyes filled with astonishment.
As the morning light flooded the window sill, Li Qingran leaned out of the door frame. The morning breeze lifted the corner of her white skirt. One foot was half-dressed in a shoe, her fingertips hooked on the heel, and the other toe wrapped in white silk tapped lightly on the blue brick. The golden bell just tied to her ankle was kissing the rouge marks that were carelessly applied.
“Right here!” Feeling the Master’s gaze, the girl stuck out her tongue and jumped over.
Chen Huaian was distracted for a moment, and the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to pick up the folding fan first or the throbbing heartstrings.
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