Chapter 541

One year of practice

Cave territory

Listening to murongqin's words, Jiang Lin felt that his fragile heart had been deeply hit

Jiang Lin knows murongqin's talent is high. After all, his apprenticeship is very insightful.

But this is too exaggerated.

How many years did it take to practice in the cave?

It seems to have taken eight years.

And Xiaoqin, it took only one year

emmm.......

Jiang Lin is a little skeptical about life. Although many people say he is a genius, Jiang Lin finds that he seems to be the most delicious one

"Elder, I'm sorry..."

Looking at Jiang Lin's "dull" appearance, he thought that the elder was really disappointed in himself. Murongqin lowered his small head deeper, and his eyes were full of self blame.

"Silly girl, what are you talking about?" Jiang Lin scraped the tip of her nose. "What's the matter? I'm sorry. I arrived at the cave in a year. It's unimaginable. It's too late to be happy for you."

"Eh? Really? Elder, are you really not disappointed with Xiaoqin? " The girl's eyes shone with happy colors.

"Really, but Xiao Qin doesn't want to be greedy for the speed of practice. It's more important to consolidate the foundation."

"Well! Xiao Qin understood. " The girl who had finished her work nodded. "By the way, my mother said that she had prepared the meal and asked me to stay for dinner."

"Huh?"

Just when Jiang Lin was confused, a woman came in at yuanzikou and bowed solemnly to Jiang Lin:

"Young master, long time no see."

"Long time no see, madam."

Jiang Lin made a bow.

"Young master, can you stay for dinner?" Mrs. Murong smiled.

"This......" Jiang Lin's eyes showed some embarrassment.

"Why, are you afraid of more trouble in front of my widow?"

"How? I'll disturb your wife."

Finally, Jiang Lin stayed and had dinner with Murong's mother and daughter.

The dishes are made by Mrs. Murong herself. Although the taste is not that amazing, it is definitely outstanding.

And more importantly, in Mrs. Murong's dishes, Jiang Lin felt a kind of smoke and anger, which Jiang Lin had not experienced for a long time.

What we talked about at the dinner table was just a year's greetings.

Over the past year, Murong mansion's business in the demon capital has been getting better and better. Under the care of Mrs. Murong, everything is in order.

Especially Mrs. Murong's weaving skills, Jiang Lin now knows that Mrs. Murong's skills are already famous in demon cities.

All kinds of expensive ladies in the demon capital can't get a piece of Mrs. Murong's woven clothes. Everything pays attention to first come, first served, and no amount of money can be given.

Moreover, after Mrs. Murong weaves a dress for someone, she will not weave a second one for the same person. Similarly, no amount of money can be given.

This kind of "no money" agreement is really strange, but it has made a reputation for Mrs. Murong, and even vaguely known as "zhiniang".

This year, Mrs. Murong often entered the imperial palace of the demon capital, but she didn't listen to Jiang Linlin's suggestions when she left a year ago and live a comfortable and stable life by relying on the ten thousand demon country.

Murong Fu is the imperial palace of the human demon capital. The first is to weave clothes. Read and Qinglian's clothes. After weaving clothes, it is to send clothes.

Moreover, it is to accompany and read.

During the absence of Jiang Lin, Mrs. Murong would go to see Niannian every few days. Murong Qin would also play with Niannian after practicing, just like a sister.

"Young master, don't you ask me how my brother-in-law died?"

Added a chopstick dish for Jiang Lin, Mrs. Murong said slowly.

"I've learned from Miss Xiaolan that she died after drinking." Jiang Lin took a bite of rice, "well, I feel terrible..."

Listening to Jiang Lin's words, a complex look flowed through Mrs. Murong's eyes, but it flashed by.

"Indeed, my brother-in-law is really unlucky." Mrs. Murong sighed that it also ended this topic.

After dinner, Jiang Lin left, and Mrs. Murong didn't ask her to stay.

After all, it's a little bad to stay for dinner. It's really unreasonable to stay too much.

"Thank you for your concern for Niannian. Niannian and Qinglian like the dress made by your wife very much."

"I like them very much, too." Mrs. Murong bowed, "I'm afraid I can't keep the childe anymore."

Jiang Lin said goodbye and left with his sword.

When Jiang Lin disappeared into the starry sky, Mrs. Murong and Xiao Qin slowly took back their sight.

After telling his mother that he was safe, Xiaoqin went to the room to meditate on Mingwu Jianxin, while Mrs. Murong continued to sit in the courtyard and retired the maid.

The evening wind blew in the courtyard, and the cypress leaves rustled in the court. Mrs. Murong poured herself cups of green tea.

When Mrs. Murong filled herself with a cup of tea, a graceful woman was reflected in the green tea.

The woman sat in front of her and poured herself a cup of tea. After drinking it, Wu Su looked at her and said slowly:

"Won't you knit him a dress?"

Mrs. Murong shook her head, or the woman called "weaving mother" said slowly, "I weave clothes for people, only one."

"I know. After all, that's your rule thousands of years ago." Wu Su looked into her eyes, "have you knitted for the childe?"

Weaving Niang shook her head: "No."

"Oh?" Dance Su feels it's a little accident.

"I don't know which one to knit." As if recalling Jiang Lin's various posture, zhiniang whispered, "I don't know whether it's better to knit Confucian green shirts or swordsman long shirts."

"But now, maybe it's different. I seem to know what to do."

"I guess neither of the two clothes is." Wu Su smiled. When she put down the tea cup, her separation had turned into thousands of dancing butterflies flying away, and her voice spread slowly in the courtyard, and then dispersed with the wind.

"Indeed."

After Wu Susu left, Mrs. Murong shook her head, picked up the needle and thread in her hand and sewed it one by one. It was not like a Confucian green shirt or a swordsman's long shirt.

It's like the gold collar of the imperial robe.

Two thousand years ago, there were thousands of great demons under the twelve thrones. One of them was very strange because she was a human race.

Not a hybrid, a real Terran.

She travels through mountains and rivers and spins for many people.

Because of their own mood, no matter high or low.

Only weave one piece for the same person, without exception.

Although the workmanship of the clothes she weaves is unmatched, some are beautiful and some are ugly.

But no matter whether they look good or not, no matter how annoying the clothes collectors are, they will wear them one day.