Was watched by the master

"Sit tight, it's time to speed up."

Fang Mu immediately stabilized his figure, took two deep breaths, and said to Fang Zhi, "Okay... okay."

In the next second, Fang Mu's legs were hugged even tighter, as if to prevent him from being blown down by the wind.

Before I had time to think about anything else, the wind speed changed, and there was only the whistling wind in my ears, and I could no longer hear my own beating heartbeat.

In the sky, a beautiful landscape line passed quietly.

At this time, on the top floor of the Staircase, a handsome man with dark green hair narrowed his eyes and smiled as he watched the figure that was fading away in the sky.

He said to himself, "Soon."

No one knows what these two words mean, but they feel that the context is meaningful.

Fang Zhi sent Fang Mu home and left, and Fang Mu began to study this dragon crystal, completely forgetting everything that happened in the sky.

He first cleaned the dragon crystal with well water, and after cleaning it, he found that the dragon crystal was smoother and more translucent than he imagined. When there was light, he looked closely, and he could see the colorful inside, more than one color.

Fang Mu tried to scratch the surface of the dragon crystal a few times with his usual carving tools, but found that the dragon crystal was not affected in any way, not even a single scratch could be seen.

very hard.

It seems that the master was right.

He used the cutting tool to cut the dragon crystal again, but he didn't expect that the dragon crystal was not cut off, and the tool was broken first.

It's extremely hard, Fang Mu thought.

It seems that ordinary tools are useless to Long Jing, so I can only put it aside first, and ask the senior brother to help make a special set of tools at another time.

After that, Fang Mu exhausted all his strength and dragged Long Jing under the bed, and put it together with the fan he used to collect Fang Zhi before.

That's right, Fang Mu's collection is Fang Zhi's used fan, which he asked for from Fang Han.

This is the glass mirror fan that Fang Zhi used in his battles with various ethnic groups. It is said that the resources were relatively poor back then, so after Fang Zhi accepted Fang Jingze as his apprentice, he passed this fan on to Fang Jingze, and Fang Jingze later gave it to Fang. Cold use.

But this is what Fang Han said alone, and Fang Mu doesn't know if this is the case.

When Fang Mu saw the fan, the body of the fan was already tattered, only a few pieces of scales were left, and the bones of the fan were almost broken.

Fang Han put it in the Treasure Pavilion as a collectible.

At that time, Fang Mu was attracted by this fan at first glance. It looked very old, even broken, and the color of the fan itself had faded, but he was inexplicably attracted.

After knowing that this is the fan that the ancestor used back then, or the weapon used in that period, he liked it even more.

Being coquettish and cute, Fang Han insisted on giving it to him.

The fan itself was useless, so Fang Han simply gave it to Fang Mu.

After Fang Mu got the fan, he liked it very much. When he thought that it was the ancestor's battle-damaged equipment, he was very excited. He slept with it all night, dreaming that one day he could be as powerful as the ancestor.

When he realized that he had no spiritual bones and could not cultivate, his illusions were shattered, so he had no choice but to put away the fan and put it in a long box under the bed.He was used to this fan being with him, so even though he knew it was useless, he would put it in the place closest to him.

Now there is one more thing, which was also used by the master.

After tidying up, Fang Mu took Fang Zhi's clothes to the well at the door and filled a bucket of water.He took out his wooden basin and washboard for laundry, filled it with water, put the clothes in, and assumed a sub-professional laundry sitting posture.

He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his lean arms, and spread the clothes on the washboard.

Knead the soap locusts to produce foam, and gently wipe it on the clothes.

When everything was ready, Fang Mu pressed the washboard and one end of the clothes with one hand, and grabbed the other end of the clothes with the other hand, rubbing up and down on the washboard.

It went smoothly at first, and the oily handprint became clean after scrubbing several times, but Fang Mu was still not satisfied and wanted to wash it a little cleaner.

So he mustered all his energy and rubbed it hard!

"Prick~" The wet prickly sound pierced the surrounding silence.

Fang Mu lowered his eyes in horror... Σ(°△°|||)︴

Jiu Min~ What to do if the clothes are torn and swollen! ! !

Fang Mu froze, his heart rate seemed to pause for 2 seconds at that time, he was frightened. (°“°″)

Tremblingly, he picked up a palm of water and wiped the tatters on his clothes, as if he didn't want to believe it was real.

Master's clothes, how...how could they be torn so easily? ? ?This unscientific! ! !

But when he thought of his master saying that his master liked retreat very much, and once he entered it, he would start a thousand years ago, and he became wilted.

I'm afraid this dress has a history of thousands of years, right?Then... even if the fabric is the best, it won't be rubbed like this by him after a thousand years.

It's over.

Fang Mu is like an ant on a hot pot—circling around.

In the end, he washed the clothes and hung them up to dry. He sewed up the torn places with a needle and thread, but unfortunately it still didn't help, and he couldn't restore it to its original state at all. As a male Dikun, his needlework was too bad. T^T

Fortunately, the master told him before he left that there is no need to rush to send the clothes back, let him finish the class first.

In other words, he still has time.

Fang Mu didn't take much time to think, and ran towards the Nishang Pavilion.

Nishang Pavilion is the place where Penglai makes clothes, and the uniforms of the entire sect come from here.

So Fang Mu wanted to see if he could find the exact same clothes, so that he could steal them and exchange them, so that the master would not find out that his clothes were torn by him.

But when he went there, he searched all over the Nishang Pavilion but couldn't find the exact same ones, or even similar ones.He didn't dare to ask the person in charge, for fear that he would accidentally let the master know.

Just when he was disheartened and ready to go back home.He saw a piece of cloth that was exactly the same material as his master's clothes.

Excitedly, he stepped forward to touch it, no matter the feel or the color, it was the same as the master's clothes!

"Uncle Ninth Master, this cloth..." Fang Mu touched the cloth, and opened his eyes to look at the woman in charge not far away.

This woman is Fang Mu's Ninth Master Uncle - Fang Xuan, a woman with a graceful figure and an exquisite face, and she owns the entire Nishang Pavilion.

The party clothes inside the door are uniformly distributed by Nishangge, each person has two sets per season, but if they want other clothes or want more, they have to buy them with their own money, and the same goes for cloth.

Fang Xuan looked over when he heard the sound, and smiled when he saw that it was Fang Mu.

She waved her water-blue bamboo fan and walked over slowly.

"Why did Xiao Mu come here, but what orders does the sect master have?"

"Oh no." Fang Mu quickly waved his hand, and he was a little embarrassed and said, "I want to buy some cloth myself."

"Hey, our little Mu has also started to learn embroidery? Do you have someone you like and want to show off your purse for him?" Fang Xuan teased with a smile.

Fang Mu blushed, and quickly denied: "No, I want to make a suit myself."

Fang Xuan heard this, and looked at Fang Mu in surprise: "You want to make clothes?"

She is still familiar with this little apprentice of the sect master, and she has never seen him wear clothes other than school uniforms. The sudden mention made her curious.

"Do you do it for yourself, or for someone else?" Fang Xuan squinted her eyes, signaling gossip.

"Give it to me." Fang Mu was so guilty that she didn't dare to look at Fang Xuan directly, for fear that she would see something.

Seeing this, Fang Xuan didn't ask any more questions, but asked cheerfully, "But can you make clothes?"

"Ah?" Fang Mu completely collapsed, "Well...it seems not."

"What kind and size do you want to make, tell the uncle, and the uncle will send someone to help you." Fang Xuan blinked maliciously.

"No, no, no, no, I want to learn by myself." Fang Mu quickly waved his hand and refused. Wouldn't he let the uncle know that it was the clothes of the ancestor? He is not stupid. others know.

"Can you learn it by yourself? That thing is not easy to learn."

Fang Mu: "Then... the uncle, can you find a senior sister to teach me?"

"Okay." Fang Xuan smiled slightly, thinking in his heart, "Let's choose the cloth first, and which uncle you like will give it to you."

"This!" Fang Mu's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up the cloth.

Fang Xuan wanted to give Fang Mu a favor in front of Fang Han, but her smile froze when she saw the cloth Fang Mu was holding up, and she began to crazily regret what she just said.

She laughed awkwardly, and said, "You want this cloth? Do you want...how about you look at other things? I'm afraid the uncle can't give you the cloth made of this material. If you wear it yourself or give it to your sweetheart , You don’t have to use this, it’s too extravagant, haha.”

"Is it expensive?" Fang Mu asked.

Fang Xuan nodded firmly: "Well, it's very expensive, because this kind of fabric is very rare, and most disciples don't use it to make clothes. Only people who are above the sect master level use this to make clothes."

That's over, the master's level is much higher than the master's.

Fang Mu thought.

He held the cloth and refused to let go.

"You don't mean to give..."

"En!" Fang Mu nodded heavily, "I want to make a piece of clothing for Master."

"Uh... for the sect master, actually... other fabrics can also be used."

Fang Mu hugged the cloth tightly, "No, use the best one for Master."

His mouth is firm, but his heart is very empty. After all, he is lying!

"Ah... If this is the case, then the uncle can't give it to you, you have to pay for it yourself."

"how much is it?"

"This number." Fang Xuan leaned into Fang Mu's ear and said a number that Fang Mu never dared to think of in his life.

【Speak】

It's over, it's over, Xiao Mumu is going to go bankrupt to change clothes for her master!What should I do if I don't have enough money? ? ?

Explanation: Battle damage does not mean defeat, but damage during the battle.Battle-damaged weapons refer to weapons that have participated in battles, that is, weapons used on the battlefield, of course, duels are also counted. (So ​​you should be able to understand, right?)

In addition, the relationship needs to be gradual and warm up slowly, and you won't fall in love suddenly by leaps and bounds~