My Taoist Companion Thumb Demon

Ye Lin lowered his head and stared at the shoe with a big hole in it.

Su Qingyun followed his gaze and said, "I was negligent."

"Ah?" Ye Lin raised his head quickly, with confusion on his small face.

Su Qingyun patted his head. "Your clothes are so shabby, no wonder you are called beggars. If you still wear these rags to participate in the Immortal Trial Conference tomorrow, it is really inappropriate."

"Here... I still have new clothes in my luggage, which Mr. Su sewed for me before." Ye Lin said hastily.

"That's sackcloth, it's too rough." Su Qingyun led him to the Zhenwu Academy. "After arranging your accommodation, I'll go buy some new clothes for you."

Ye Lin panicked. "How can you let Mr. Su spend money?"

Su Qingyun said: "It won't cost much, so there is no need to save money for me."

"Uh..." Ye Lin was a little at a loss.Mr. Su was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his tone was full of ease and joy, as if he didn't care about money.

The steward of the Zhenwu Academy is an earth immortal, wearing an ordinary mask, respectful when he sees Su Qingyun, Su Qingyun entrusts him with more than [-] teenagers, and he is in charge of business, and he does not reveal his identity because of the tattered clothes of the teenagers. Contemptuous eyes.

Ye Lin handed the Xuanyun order that Liu Xin gave him to the steward. After the steward took over, he counted the fifteen teenagers in Hening Village, looked at their headbands one by one, and said that there was no problem. He called the servant boy and brought them They go to stay.

Ye Lin breathed a sigh of relief, took Ye Yan's hand, and looked back at Su Qingyun who was standing in the hall.

Su Qingyun nodded to him, Ye Lin bit her lip lightly, dragged Ye Yan, bowed deeply together, and followed the servant boy.

The other teenagers lined up obediently and handed tokens to the steward one by one. When it was Qing Ziyue's turn, the steward let out a surprise, paused, called the servant boy, and led him to another direction.

The boy at the back asked puzzledly, "Why did he go to the other side?"

The steward said: "He belongs to the Qingshuang family, which is different from you."

"Qing...Shuang family?" The young man was confused.They walked all the way together, why can't they feel the difference in Qing Ziyue?

The steward took his token, confirmed his headband and said: "The Qingshuang clan is a minority ethnic group in the north. They participate in the Immortal Trial Conference every hundred years. Only one person comes each time, and that person must enter the immortal gate. Become an inner disciple, and you will achieve extraordinary things in the future."

All the teenagers were dumbfounded.

Su Qingyun, who was about to leave, was thoughtful when he heard what the steward said.

"Brother, do you know the Qingshuang family?" He walked out of the gate of Zhenwu Academy and asked Jun Xuanmo who had been hiding in his collar.

Jun Xuanmo sticks out his small head, puffing up his face. "Have not heard."

Su Qingyun chuckled lightly. "Brother still angry?"

"Hmph." Jun Xuanmo rested his cheeks, his chin stuck on Su Qingyun's collar.

Su Qingyun couldn't help raising his hand, and rubbed him lightly with his fingertips, Jun Xuanmo tilted his head, and pressed his small fist against his finger.

Su Qingyun said softly, "After I've bought clothes for Ye Lin and the others, I'll go buy a mask for Senior Brother Trading."

When he came out of the mask shop, the brother strongly asked for a mask, but Su Qingyun felt that it would be a waste to buy a mask with his current small body. He planned to study the refining method of the mask and create a mask for the brother himself. The same mask that can be enlarged or reduced arbitrarily.

Unexpectedly, the senior brother twisted up, got into his collar and sulked.

Su Qingyun looked helpless, and left the trading house in a hurry because he was concerned about Ye Lin and the others who were waiting outside.

After such a busy journey, I finally sent these youngsters to Zhenwu Academy safely, and it was a matter of my mind.

"I've changed my mind." Jun Xuanmo held his finger and gnawed it. "I want my junior brother to make a mask for me with my own hands."

"Okay." Su Qingyun replied.

The corner of Jun Xuanmo's mouth twitched, happy, and Baozi rubbed his face against Su Qingyun's fingertips.

Feeling that the senior brother was in a good mood, Su Qingyun's eyes were full of smiles.Walking on the streets of Fengtian City, you can enjoy the scenery along the way by the lighting stones inlaid on the doors of shops on both sides of the road.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, he entered a ready-made clothing store. The shopkeeper was an ordinary person. When he saw a masked fairy in Chinese clothes coming in, he grinned and greeted him warmly.

Su Qingyun looked at the ready-made clothes in the shop, and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you have ready-made clothes for children in their teens?"

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "Yes, yes."

Su Qingyun said: "Then come 36 sets."

The shopkeeper was taken aback, thinking he had heard wrong. "Three... 36 sets?"

"No?" Su Qingyun asked.

"Oh, no, no, there should be some, but I don't know what grade of clothes the fairy needs?" The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes, thinking in his heart that there will be a big deal tonight.

"Grade rank?" Su Qingyun said, "What rank?"

The shopkeeper said: "Xianjun, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea first, and then talk about it in detail?"

"No need." Su Qingyun said, "You just need to show me clothes of different grades."

The shopkeeper saw that the immortal seemed to be in a hurry, so he didn't dare to delay, he yelled, and asked the staff to take out several sets of clothes of different grades from the warehouse behind, and put them on the table one by one for Su Qingyun to choose.

After Su Qingyun looked at them one by one, he asked for twenty sets of first-grade bamboo green clothes and sixteen sets of second-grade indigo clothes. He paid for a top-grade fairy stone and put them in the Yin-Yang Pearl Pendant.

The shopkeeper held the high-grade fairy stone with an excited expression on his face.

Clothes below the third level are all low-level, 36 sets of ready-made clothes, a middle-grade fairy stone is enough, but the fairy gave him a top-grade fairy stone, only saying that he does not have a low-level spirit stone, the shopkeeper He wanted to retrieve some spirit stones from him, but Xianjun waved him away and asked him about the best silk shop in the city.

"The best silk shop? That must be Bixiafang." The shopkeeper said, "The silk in Bixiafang is of the upper class, and it has been cooperating with various immortal sects all the year round. The Liuren God of the Glazed Immortal Sect is its regular customer."

Su Qingyun asked where Bixiafang was, and left the garment shop.

On the way back to Zhenwu Academy, Jun Xuanmo asked, "Your brother wants to buy silk?"

"Hmm." Su Qingyun said, "Although the cassock on my brother's body is bright satin, its grade is not high. I first learned the rune formation a hundred years ago, and my technique was clumsy. Now it seems that I am really ashamed."

Moreover, when he woke up and saw his brother turned into a puppet, he fell into self-blame.Senior brother gave him the Tianyu Zhenlin robe, but he was wearing the low-level magic robe refined by him. When he was traveling through the boundary wall, he faced the unfathomable Yinfeiyuan. He had no defense, and was easily broken by Yinfeiyuan. Fang slapped him and turned into a puppet.

This time, he decided to make a high-grade cassock for his brother.

Jun Xuanmo touched the little robe on his body, and said: "Junior Brother wants to refine a new dharma robe for me. I am very happy, but I am afraid that there is no Yaoguang satin in this broken small world."

Su Qingyun said: "Whether there are or not, let's go and have a look first."

Jun Xuanmo held his small chin, his purple eyes danced with joy.

Su Qingyun went to Zhenwu Academy, found the steward, and asked about Ye Lin's residence.

The steward hesitated and said: "According to the rules, Xianjun brought them here, that is to say, they have completed the guiding task, and they can't ask any more questions."

Su Qingyun said: "These children have experienced a lot of hardships on the road, their clothes are ragged, and their luggage is almost lost. Tomorrow, they will not have a decent dress for the immortal test meeting. They are not only pitiful but also ridiculed. I am destined to be with them. I couldn't bear it, so I bought some clothes and sent them, and asked the steward to be more accommodating."

The steward looked surprised.How many guiding immortals he has come into contact with in Zhenwu Academy, he has never seen such a considerate monk.

Su Qingyun waited patiently with sincere eyes.

The steward stared at the mask on his face, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and finally remembered, isn't this mask the treasure of the Qiyao shop of Xinlei Trading Company?

Heavenly Cicada Light Feather!

The person who can make the shopkeeper of the Qiyao shop sell the light feather of the celestial cicada is extraordinary.

The steward made a bow and made an exception to agree.

"Thank you steward." Su Qingyun said gently.

The steward personally took him to find Ye Lin's residence, and gave him a quarter of an hour to explain.After watching him leave, Su Qingyun knocked on Ye Lin's door.

After a while, Ye Lin's room lit up, and the door opened gently.

"Are you still asleep?" Su Qingyun asked.

The watery moonlight shone on his body, which seemed to be coated with a layer of silver light. Ye Lin raised his head and stared blankly.

"Su...Su son..."

Su Qingyun took off the mask, revealing a handsome face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a gentle expression, which made Ye Lin's nose sore, and he felt an urge to cry.

"Where's Ye Yan?" Su Qingyun asked.

Ye Lin hurriedly stepped aside and asked him to come in. "Ayan, he is too tired, go to sleep first."

"Have you eaten yet?" Su Qingyun asked.

"I've eaten. The steward sent me dinner. It's ample and full." Ye Lin said.

"That's good." Su Qingyun fumbled inside the Yin-Yang bead pendant, and took out the clothes he bought from a tailor's shop, and filled the table with Ye Lin's shocked expression.

"Master Su, this is..."

"I bought clothes specially for you. These sixteen sets are second-level robes. It is very beneficial for you to wear them to participate in the immortal test meeting. The other twenty sets are first-level vestments. You send them to those who come with you .” Su Qing went to order.

Ye Lin touched the indigo cassock with trembling fingers. He was flattered that he had never worn such a good dress in his age. With tears in his eyes, he took a few deep breaths.

"I don't get paid for nothing, I can't..."

"Ye Lin." Su Qingyun called him suddenly and seriously.

Ye Lin was startled, and looked at Su Qingyun in surprise.

"With your aptitude, it is not a problem to become an inner sect disciple, but from what I have inquired, it is very difficult for the mountain people to stand out in the Immortal Trial Conference. Those noble disciples, in addition to their aptitude, also have vestments to protect their bodies." , the difference in strength is too great, how can you beat them?" Su Qingyun said in a deep voice.

Ye Lin frowned, clenched his hands into fists, his heart was full of contradictions.

Su Qingyun rubbed his hair, which was still a little wet just after taking a bath, and said, "This second-level cassock is for Qing Ziyue."

Ye Lin was rubbed on the top of his head, his face was slightly red, and he was taken aback when he heard the word Qing Ziyue.

"Qing Ziyue belongs to the Qingshuang clan. This clan should not be underestimated. If you make friends with him, you will also have someone to take care of you after you enter the fairy gate." Su Qingyun said.

Ye Lin nodded hesitantly.

Seeing that he accepted, Su Qingyun smiled with satisfaction: "That's very good."

"...Thank you Mr. Su." Ye Lin saluted.

Su Qingyun took out a small spar from the Yin-Yang bead pendant and handed it to him. "This is a token. I have set up an exquisite formation in it. If you encounter danger in the future, just crush it, and I will be able to sense it and come to rescue you."

Ye Lin stared blankly at the small spar handed to him. "this……"

"Take it." Su Qingyun said.

Ye Lin took it carefully and squeezed it tightly.This time... is it a real farewell?

Su Qingyun said: "Divide up the clothes, go to bed early, and gather enough energy to participate in tomorrow's immortal test meeting. I wish you success soon."

Ye Lin lowered his head, and after a while, he raised his clear eyes with firm eyes.

"Please don't worry, Mr. Su, I will definitely be able to enter the immortal gate and cultivate into an immortal!"

"Okay." Su Qingyun patted him on the shoulder, turned and left.

Ye Lin looked at his back, and the blood in his whole body was boiling.One day, he will follow in Master Su's footsteps and become his follower!

Su Qingyun left the Zhenwu Academy and walked on the bustling street, feeling a little melancholy.

"What's wrong, Junior Brother?" Jun Xuanmo poked his head out of his collar.

Su Qingyun avoided the crowd and stood on the street corner. "We've been together for two months, and I feel a little emotional."

"Why don't you give up? It's just a mortal." Jun Xuanmo said indifferently.

Su Qingyun sighed: "Although he is a mortal, he always feels that he has a close relationship with him. This child has a secret in his heart, which is hidden very deep, and he doesn't know what will happen in the future."

"If you are worried, go back to the Heavenly Palace to retreat for a hundred years, and then come out to see his achievements." Jun Xuanmo stretched out his small hand and stroked his chin.

Su Qingyun's eyes lit up, and he felt that the brother's suggestion was good.

But before returning to the Heavenly Palace, he had to buy silk for his brother's new robe, and prepare the materials for refining the mask.

Turning around, he walked in the direction of Bixiafang. However, after walking a few steps, he met a person.

Lei Heng led two guards and rode down the street on horseback. When he saw a monk in a red robe, he quickly chased after him.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."