I Am the Righteous Master

"Eat a piece, it's alright."

Jiang Yun looked at the little girl's saliva expression and began to persuade others to break the precept.

"I'm not too young anymore..."

"What does it have to do with being small? You can see that I like these snacks very much."

Jiang Yun followed suit.

"But I..." Lu Ning'er swallowed again.

"You can't let you go shopping in vain when you go shopping with me, right." Jiang Yun said as he should, "I invited you."

"Okay, just eat a little..." Lu Ning'er said with difficulty.

Because she hates being told that she is young, Lu Ning'er has always avoided these snacks and cakes.

Although some of them are really delicious... Lu Ning'er swallowed the cake in her mouth, thinking about it.

It has to be said that in terms of "eating", the capital of the Floating Cloud Kingdom is called a gathering of heroes.

From the south to the north, from the east to the west, there are all kinds of dim sum.

From the south to the north, when the two of them were almost at the end, Lu Ning'er realized that she had already carried a large bag of food in her arms.

This is because Jiang Yun has been buying, buying, buying, and constantly persuading people to eat.

She hadn't touched these "kid like" things in about three or four years.

"I'm obviously only going to eat a little bit..."

Lu Ning'er held the dim sum, thinking blankly about the fact that she had relapsed.

Jiang Yun stood beside her, smiled and looked sideways, thinking it was wonderful.

"Come on, come in with me and have a look."

Jiang Yun looked at a store next to him and led Lu Ning'er in.

This store mainly deals in women's accessories, fragrance powder and other items.

It was early morning, and there were not many customers in the store, but Jiang Yun, as the only male customer, was even more eye-catching.

"What does this gentleman want?"

A girl in a small jacket walked forward with a smile. She could be thirteen or fourteen years old, but she was much taller than Lu Ning'er.

"You are……

"This store is owned by my father."

The girl smiled slightly, and then looked at Jiang Yun's side, Lu Ning'er, who was holding a big bag of snacks: "Young master loves girls, it's really enviable."

Lu Ning'er stuck her head out from behind the bag of snacks, her little eyebrows wrinkled: "I'm old enough to propose marriage."

Jiang Yun thought to myself that I was so young that I could be regarded as a brother and sister, otherwise people would think that we are father and daughter...

The girl covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, then straightened her face: "What do you want, son?"

"I'll take a look at it myself, and call you if I need it." Jiang Yun nodded.

He came to this store to pick some things for An Qingtan.

"Master doesn't use things like perfume and powder, and ordinary things like gold beads and jewelry are like waste paper for cultivation..."

Jiang Yun shook his head. For monks, these things were useless at all.

Whether it is perfume rouge, or jewelry, there are better substitutes in the world of comprehension.

At this moment, his eyes were attracted by an object.

It was a neatly folded pair of stockings.

There are samples in front of the counter for customers to choose. Jiang Yun picks up one, which is translucent, soft and smooth to the touch.

"This is... made of Nilongsi?"

Jiang Yun pulled it slightly. The stockings were very thin, but they were quite elastic and could fit well on the skin.

[There is a dragon in the East China Sea, named Nilong, which exhales its breath and turns into silk, and its colors are colorful...]

This is the earliest record of Nilongsi in the "Hai Jing Zhu" by the ancients.

In fact, neon silk is not naturally formed. Its raw material is a special plant produced on the coast of the East China Sea. The silk thread spun from this plant is called neon silk.

Compared with the nylon stockings of the previous life, this neon silk is not only smooth and elastic, but also has excellent breathability.

More importantly, although it is easy to be torn, it does not come off the line when torn, but only forms a hole with smooth edges and various shapes...

It is simply a good material for making stockings!

Although there are similar magical instruments and spiritual treasures in the cultivation world, such as Tianluobing silk and the like.

But this kind of refined magic weapon is always less charming than real stockings.

And it's not easy to tear.

Neon silk is naturally not stockings, but stockings are naturally Neon silk!

As for why Jiang Yun understood so clearly...

The Xuantian Sect has Miaoyu Pavilion, and Nilong stockings are the standard configuration of the demon girls.

He is engaged in intelligence work again, and he understands that these things are normal.

And men, when it comes to their XP, they will always pay attention...

Jiang Yun raised his arms and shouted, "I want to buy ten pairs!"

The girl Shi Shiran came over: "What color does the son want?"

"Black." Jiang Yun didn't hesitate.

"Are all ten pairs?" the girl asked.

Jiang Yun fell into thought.

Although he likes smooth and thin black silk.

But An Qingtan's temperament seems to be more suitable for Bai Si.

For Jiang Yun, this is more difficult to choose than the salty and sweet tofu brain.

and so--

"Ten more pairs of white ones." Jiang Yun made a choice.

"How thick is that son?" the girl asked again.

"Well, let me be healthy..."

Lu Ning'er didn't have a problem with stockings. In her impression, such things were only suitable for women with tall stature and long legs.

And she obviously doesn't have that.

But seeing Jiang Yun watching, she followed suit.

Soon, Jiang Yun chose the black and white silk that he liked.

Twenty stockings were taken out of the warehouse, packed and delivered to him.

Looking at the exquisite gift box in front of him, Jiang Yun pondered for a long time:

"Have to find a way to get the master to wear this."

Chapter 20 Drunken Wind House

After leaving the store, Jiang Yun, led by Lu Ning'er, went to the medical clinic opened by her master.

Dr. Lu did not attend the clinic today. It was his eldest disciple who saw the doctor. He received the true biography of Dr. Lu. It is said that he is expected to enter the Taiyuan Hospital on duty next year.

Then Jiang Yun took the medicine and said goodbye to Lu Ning'er.

………………

"Master, I'm back."

On the third floor of the inn, Jiang Yun pushed open the door and placed a bag of pastries on the table.

"Well."

An Qingtan nodded and glanced at the disciple who pushed in the door.

She was cold and had no strength, so she could only rest on the bed.

Jiang Yun noticed that An Qingtan was holding a book in his hand, something like a folklore book.

Master never read novels before.

Liuyun Country has developed commerce and cultural industries.

However, in Floating Cloud Country, the life of a novelist is quite pitiful.

They are often sick, injured, and take leave, and they can barely make ends meet by selling leather drums.

And those who can't even eat, can only cleanse themselves and go to the palace to serve the emperor...

Those who see are sad, those who hear are weeping.

Therefore, Jiang Yun, who is kind-hearted, often votes for them something called "tickets" to encourage these writers to persevere.

Moving the table to the bed, Jiang Yun came to the balcony.

As a "upper room", this room is indeed large enough, and even has a balcony.

Jiang Yun took out a stove and a classic black casserole borrowed from the proprietress from the storage wrench.

Put water, decoction.

The torment time of traditional Chinese medicine for wind-cold is shorter.

After a stick of incense, take out the pot.

Jiang Yun estimated the time, drank the medicine and rested for a while, just not delaying the meal.