Cross the collapsing iron and rebuild Yaliluo

Xia Zhihui followed Yanqing into the courtyard.

The doors and windows of the houses in the yard were all open, and cloths of various colors were hung inside, red, yellow, and green. The cloths of various colors were like waterfalls, flowing freely in the house.

Under the large eaves outside the house, a beautiful woman wearing a dark red cheongsam was using a sewing machine to carefully cut out a piece of children's clothing.

The woman in the cheongsam has a lustrous face, and a calm temperament is still there. Only the thin crow's feet at the corners of her eyes tell you at a glance that she is no longer young, but is extremely well-maintained.

In the open space of the yard, there are several benches placed under the trees.

Yanqing unceremoniously picked up a bamboo stool and sat next to the cheongsam woman.

When Xia Zhihui saw this, he naturally had no choice but to do as he was told, except that he moved a chair.

Usually Yanqing comes alone, but this time he brought another one.

The cheongsam woman asked with curiosity on her face.

"Who is this?"

"This is Xia Zhihui, Mr. Xia, an unknown guest of the Star Train. The master asked him to come here this time to learn sword skills from me."

"But I just bought a new sword, so he has nothing to do and just walks with me."

Xia Zhihui sat up straight and cupped his hands.

"Hello, my name is Xia Zhihui, the summer of summer, the brilliance of brilliance."

This serious self-introduction made the cheongsam woman amused. She also let go of the utensils in her hands, cupped her hands and smiled playfully.

"Hello, my name is Wen Qiansu, Wen means culture, Qian means Qianbai, and Su means vegetarian."

She is obviously no longer young, but her smile still has a somewhat innocent temperament.

After introducing herself, Wen Qiansu opened the drawer under the sewing machine and took out something similar to a temperature measuring device.

Yanqing cooperatively placed a long sword on the table.

Wen Qiansu pressed the button of the temperature measuring device and scanned the long sword.

Within two seconds, Xia Zhihui saw the specific data of the long sword appearing on the small screen of the 'temperature measuring instrument'.

He suddenly realized that it was used to measure sword data.

Now that we've come to this point, shouldn't we also give Long Que a set of swords, no, a sword suit?

Xia Zhihui felt a little itchy for a moment and asked curiously.

"How many credits do you need to make a sword suit?"

Yanqing thought for a moment.

"I usually range from a few thousand to tens of thousands, but it depends on the fabric, right?"

Wen Qiansu shook her head with a smile on her face.

"No, Xiao Yanqing."

Yanqing looked shocked.

"Isn't it?"

"What are you looking at?"

"It depends on whether the weaving technique is complicated and how much energy I spent on conceiving the design of the sword jacket."

"As for the fabric, I don't really care. Anyway, I will make money, hum!"

"But why does Mr. Xia ask this question?"

She smiled slyly.

"Don't you also want to customize the sword suit?"

"Not only can I customize sword clothes here, but I can also customize clothes, quilt covers, etc. Don't you want to customize a set of clothes for your beloved lady?"

"Or are you just like Xiao Yanqing, a heartless fool?"

Yanqing picked up the long sword on the table and tied it to his waist, turned his head and said angrily.

"I'm not a heartless idiot!"

"But in the past ten years, you have only customized sword clothes here."

Wen Qiansu turned up her nose and smiled as she should.

"Xiao Yanqing, sister, I am short-lived and cannot stay with you for a long time."

"After you were adopted by the general, you came to me to customize your sword suit. Now I have completed a fraction of my life, and you have only completed a few hundredth of it."

"If you don't decide on your future wife in advance, how can I make her a wedding dress?"

"Now before I get old, you should find a partner quickly!"

Xia Zhihui opened his mouth and was at a loss.

what's the situation?

Isn't Yanqing only a teenager?

Why did you start urging your partner and marriage?

Did I skip any plot points?

Yanqing said nothing, and Wen Qiansu could only shake her head helplessly, with a look of doting on her face.

But soon she noticed that Xia Zhihui was still nearby, so she turned to look at Xia Zhihui.

Xia Zhihui waved his hand quickly.

"I have a girlfriend, but I haven't planned to customize clothes for her this time."

"I just made a temporary decision and wanted to customize a sword suit for my sword."

"If I want to customize clothes for my girlfriend later, I will definitely take care of Sister Wen's business first!"

Wen Qiansu smiled.

"Haha, it's settled then."

"But I don't mean to rush you. It seems that you are a short-lived species like me, and you will always understand emotions better than the long-lived species."

"Their emotions go to extremes too easily."

This is a well-known shortcoming of immortality in the galaxy.

But it’s not a drawback.

The emotions of long-lived species are indeed much more extreme than those of short-lived species.

After all, the relationship between short-lived species can only last three to five years, while the long-lived species can last for thirty or even fifty years.

A short-lived love that lasts for fifty years is something worth celebrating.

As for the long-lived ones, they have just graduated from school, but the depth of their friendship as classmates over the past fifty years is almost comparable to the fifty-year love of the short-lived ones.

And what about the eternal love?

After hundreds of years of mutual support, life with the other person has become deeply instinctive.

Once one party suddenly disappears or betrays, then everything in life will be different from before, going against instinct.

Therefore, it is easier for people to go to extremes if they are emotionally rooted in immortality.

Xia Zhihui took out the dragon bird from the system space and placed it on the desktop.

Yanqing couldn't let go of his emotions after being teased just now, but he still glanced sideways.

But once I saw it, I couldn't move away.

"Mr. Xia, can this knife cut love?"

"I'll give you next month's salary, the next month, or even the next month, all of it will be fine!"

Xia Zhihui smiled slightly and decisively refused.

"no!"

"It's okay if I can't become a sword fairy in white, but it's pretty good to be a sword demon in blood now."

"Anyway, as long as it's not like now, every time there's a fight, you just sneak up behind people and slap them with bricks."

"I finally got the chance to change my image, how could I give it to you!"

Wen Qiansu held the scanner and recorded the basic data, then curiously picked up the dragon bird.

Xia Zhihui looked at her actions and was frightened. He quickly covered her eyes and at the same time closed his own eyes.

"what--"

Yanqing's screams came.

After waiting for a second, Xia Zhihui let go of Wen Qiansu, and at the same time opened his eyes and took back the dragon bird.

"I forgot to mention that my sword is a rare thing. Every time it is taken out of its sheath, it will shine with a very strong light."

He closed his eyes and turned his head, leaving only an afterimage.

Wen Qiansu covered her eyes, but it had no effect.

Only Yanqing covered his eyes with his hands and fell off the stool. He still covered his eyes and did not get up.

Wen Qiansu quickly went over and pulled away his hand, and saw Yanqing's red and tearful eyes.

She looked up and was slightly angry.

"Why didn't you say anything just now?"

Xia Zhihui spread his hands.

"Did not have time."

"Now what?"

"Hel him up and I'll give him eye drops."

"Then why are you covering my eyes?"

"Don't be angry. I've been tricked before. As for saving you, he is a destiny walker and it will take less than half an hour to recover. If it were you, I'm afraid you need to go to the Aland Cauldron Division for treatment."