Zi Yue and Jin Yan came to Qin Luo's side. They looked at the new clothes and quilt and couldn't stop smiling.
"Wow, it's so warm."
Ziyue touched her new clothes.
Zhao Qing'er made it according to their body shapes.
Qin Luo had just washed his robe, so he put on the white robe that Zhao Qing'er had sent him. The new white robe was made of silk, which felt very comfortable to the touch and was also very warm to wear.
"You should thank Miss Zhao."
"Miss Zhao is a good person!"
"I think so too."
Seeing them praising Zhao Qing'er, Hua Ying gripped the broom tightly. She swept the floor every day but never received any praise.
Qin Luo chuckled and said, "Change into your new clothes and give your old clothes to that lady; she'll wash them for you."
Upon hearing this, Hua Ying gripped the broom tighter, smiled at Qin with narrowed eyes, and said, "Okay, I'll remember that!"
......
In the blink of an eye.
Half a month has passed.
The weather is getting colder and colder.
The market at the foot of the mountain is not as lively as it used to be.
Early in the morning, Huaying was sweeping snow in the courtyard in front of the main hall of the Taoist temple. She was used to this kind of life and did not find it boring. A young Confucian scholar walked into Longhu Temple. When he saw Huaying wearing an old Taoist robe, his surprise was evident in his eyes.
"Flower Fairy, what are you doing here?"
Hua Ying looked up at the young scholar and said softly, "Meng Qingyun, what brings you here?"
Meng Qingyun cupped his hands in a respectful bow, "I've come to deliver a message. Flower Fairy, have you suffered any hardship?"
What do you think?
Hua Ying pouted.
Seeing Hua Ying's appearance, Meng Qingyun asked angrily, "Did they bully you?"
Hua Ying pointed at Qin Luo not far away and smiled sweetly, "He bullied me, you have the guts to teach him a lesson for me."
Qin Luo wore a kind smile.
When Meng Qingyun saw Qin Luo, he smiled and bowed, "I am not good at fighting, I am just a messenger."
Hua Ying knew he didn't have the guts.
Qin Luo asked curiously, "Deliver a letter? To whom?"
Meng Qingyun took out a letter and said politely, "Fellow Daoist, this letter was sent by the Zhang family and needs to be delivered to Senior Zhang Lin in person."
"Zhang Lin?"
Qin Luo had never heard of it.
Could this be Master's secular name?
"Please wait a moment."
Qin Luo turned and headed deeper into the Taoist temple.
Meng Qingyun looked at Huaying, who was sweeping snow, and was momentarily lost in thought. Back in the capital, the fairy who wore a purple dress and stood at the highest point of the Wushang Temple was actually being treated as a maid.
"Flower Fairy, do you need me to deliver a message for you?"
"unnecessary."
Hua Ying wrote a letter to her master.
Since her master wasn't coming to Longhu Temple, there must be a reason. Writing another letter wouldn't help; she didn't like asking for favors.
Meng Qingyun said respectfully, "Flower Fairy, as long as you ask, countless geniuses will surely come to your aid."
Hua Ying swept the snow, her voice cold and clear: "Are they here to die, or to laugh at me?"
"Is Longhu Temple really that terrifying?"
Hua Ying did not answer.
Deep within the Taoist temple, Qin Luo respectfully said, "Master, a scholar has come to deliver a letter, saying it is a letter from the Zhang family to Zhang Lin."
Upon hearing this...
Zhang Fulong suddenly stood up.
Qin Luo watched his master hurriedly leave the room, and he guessed that Zhang Lin was probably his former name.
When Zhang Fulong arrived at the front yard, he was startled to see Hua Ying. He had been unwell recently and had been resting in his room during the day, so he hadn't seen Hua Ying before.
He knew that Hua Ying didn't pay for fortune telling and even assaulted people, but he didn't know why she was still at Longhu Temple.
Meng Qingyun bowed respectfully, his manner refined. "You must be Senior Zhang Lin. This is a letter from the Zhang family that I asked you to give to you."
"Thank you, young friend!"
Zhang Fulong took the letter back to the backyard.
Meng Qingyun looked at Qin Luo and said, "Fellow Daoist, please treat the Flower Fairy well, otherwise the Four Heroes of the Capital will be unhappy."
"no problem."
Qin Luo nodded with a smile.
Meng Qingyun turned and left Longhu Temple.
Qin Luo, seeing the upright and righteous aura emanating from him, knew he was a scholar. "You two know each other?"
"Not really, but I'm quite familiar with his master. His master is the Sage of Calligraphy, and he taught me calligraphy."
"I want to tell you something, it's very important."
I don't want to hear it.
"When would you like to hear it?"
"When I'm in a better mood."
Hua Ying, holding a broom, smiled and said, "If you want to massage my shoulders and legs, I might consider it."
Qin Luo smiled and said softly, "Keep shoveling snow. You're not allowed to stop until I tell you to rest."
"snort!"
Hua Ying snorted coldly.
Not long after.
Zhang Fulong came out carrying a bundle.
Qin Luo and Zi Yue were both startled when they saw this. "Master, where are you going?"
Zhang Fulong said with a serious expression, "I have very important matters to attend to in Wangdu."
"Master, what is it?"
Qin Luo was somewhat curious.
“I can handle it. If I don’t come back, this Dragon Tiger Temple will be yours. You must take good care of your junior brothers and sisters.” Zhang Fulong patted Qin Luo on the shoulder.
"Master, don't worry!"
Qin Luo nodded heavily.
Zhang Fulong left Longhu Temple with his bundle on his back.
Qin Luo and the others stood on the mountain and watched him leave. After watching Zhang Fulong walk away, Zi Yue and Jin Yan returned to Longhu Temple one after another, while Hua Ying stood outside the temple looking into the distance.
What are you looking at?
Qin Luo was somewhat puzzled.
"nothing."
Hua Ying shook her head.
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