Chapter 28.2

The Two Dumb People (2)

Shen Rongyu had no concept of money. He merely responded with a hum and put a bag of spirit stones in front of the shopkeeper. He explained to him, “Regardless of the price of what she buys, just tell her it costs 50 medium-grade spirit stones.”

“Fellow Daoist Shen, you are so strange.” Now that the shopkeeper received the spirit stones in satisfaction, he could agree to any condition.

Ji Qingzhou lacked the same keen hearing as cultivators, so she did not hear anything. She just lowered her head and studied the last silk strap in her hand.

This strap…how is it supposed to be used? Is it wrapped around the waist, or tied to the hand?

In the end, she still clutched the light and soft floating ribbon and walked out embarrassedly.

Shen Rongyu was leaning against the bench in the store. His head was turned, looking at the people going to and fro outside the door, thinking of something.

The little Profound Frost Beast cub was obediently lying by his side. It retracted its wings and seized the opportunity to take a nap.

Ji Qingzhou pushed the door of the fitting room and called out to him, “Xiao Yu-shixiong.”

There were no mirrors in the store, because women who could afford to buy clothes here could casually summon a mirror to admire how they looked after wearing their new outfit.

Ji Qingzhou herself didn’t know if she looked beautiful or ugly.

Shen Rongyu raised his head and looked at her. The thin ice at the bottom of his eyes seemingly shattered, and what remained was her image dressed in a long pale blue dress. The skirt cascaded in the shape of a lotus leaf.

Ji Qingzhou was born beautiful. In the past, perhaps it was because of her attire or her aura that she remained unnoticeable, but this dress fit her perfectly. It was simple yet elegant and pristine. It was not the vivid color she resisted. Like the ripples made by the dew drops falling on the lotus pond after the rain, it was subtle and restrained.

Her appearance was reflected in Shen Rongyu’s eyes. He seemed to be looking at a flower silently blooming in a small corner of a dead tree.

Noticing his silence, Ji Qingzhou tilted her head and asked, “Xiao Yu-shixiong, does it not look good?”

Shen Rongyu shook his head, his throat moved imperceptibly underneath his side profile.

Ji Qingzhou clenched the silk sash in her hand. She was organizing her language, trying to ask the shopkeeper for help with the sash.

But Shen Rongyu discovered her subtle movements first: “You don’t know what this is for?”

“Yeah.” Ji Qingzhou responded. Her fingers rubbed the silk sash, looking a little overwhelmed.

Shen Rongyu stepped forward confidently and pulled the silk sash out of her hand. Ji Qingzhou’s dress bared a large spot of

skin on the chest, fair and flawless, along with her delicate collarbones.

“It should be tied around the neck.” Shen Rongyu didn’t know, but that didn’t stop him from talking nonsense.

He wrapped the silk sash around behind Ji Qingzhou. The light sash fell on her neck, and he almost gathered her in his embrace.

Ji Qingzhou didn’t resist, and left him to fiddle with it. She stared at Shen Rongyu’s lapel embroidered with immortal dark clouds, and smelled that seemingly non-existent scent.

Shen Rongyu’s fingers flexed, and the light blue sash slipped over his bulging knuckles, but he easily wound the silk sash.

Just as he was about to tie it, the shopkeeper who had chosen not to speak wisely finally couldn’t bear it anymore. He would never allow his careful design to be ruined.

These two fools!

The shopkeeper coughed lightly and reminded them, “It’s a frill on the sleeves. Fellow Daoist Shen, please stop tying it.”

Shen Rongyu released it, and the pale blue sash dangled and stacked in front of Ji Qingzhou’s chest. Soon, the end also fell down.

Ji Qingzhou lowered her head, and when she glanced at the falling silk sash, she froze for a moment.

Shen Rongyu tugged the other end of the silk ribbon. It fell softly, and then in the next moment was wrapped around Ji Qingzhou’s sleeves. It magically hovered on it, and no matter how it was shook, it wouldn’t fall off.

As a dress designed for female cultivators, this fairy ribbon, once put on, naturally wouldn’t fall off no matter how you shake it.

Ji Qingzhou licked her lips awkwardly. She was so nervous just now that her lips dried.

Fortunately, this dress could be considered wearable. And from Shen Rongyu’s reaction, she shouldn’t look ugly wearing it.

Ji Qingzhou decided to buy this set and was about to leave after paying with spirit stones, but Shen Rongyu grabbed her wrist: “Look some more.”

Shen Rongyu picked out a lot of sets, blue, purple, pink, and yellow, all kinds of gorgeous clothes, falling like drifting clouds.

“It won’t be very expensive, right?” Ji Qingzhou remembered that she had to return Shen Rongyu’s spirit stones on their return.

“No.” Shen Rongyu had already paid the shopkeeper with a big bag of top quality spirit stones.

In the end, Shen Rongyu pretended to pay the shopkeeper 50 medium-grade spirit stones and left with Ji Qingzhou. In hindsight, the little Profound Frost Beast cub unfurled its wings and flew out after them.

Ji Qingzhou thought of the 100 medium-grade spirit stones of allowance she could receive every month. She felt a little pained, because her expenditure was equivalent to spending half a month’s salary.

But Shen Rongyu took her out to play. She couldn’t be timid, so just continued spending. She usually didn’t use them anyway, she comforted herself.

She was holding large and small bags of clothing, and the little beast that was following her also carried a bag in its mouth. Shen Rongyu’s hands were full, and his appearance was quite awkward, not at all the image of an elegant immortal cultivator.

“Zhouzhou, is there anything else you want to buy at the store?” Shen Rongyu asked.

“No,” Ji Qingzhou answered honestly.

“It is indeed the first time that Elder Yu has accepted an apprentice,” Shen Rongyu commented casually.

Yu Sukong had just thrown a big problem at him.

“What do you usually use to hold items?” Shen Rongyu extended his hand to her.

Ji Qingzhou patted her waist and took out the small purse hanging around her: “Xiao Yu-shixiong, my valuables are all packed inside.”

Shen Rongyu poured out the contents. Three coins of silver fell into his palm, as well as a golden spiritual harness.