Super Sect System

If cold is an abstract word, then Wen Ping could feel that the chill had lifted the hairs on his arms, and goosebumps rose up his arms. Besides the chill, Wen Ping also noticed the unusual windows around him.

airtight.

There is no frame, just a board installed there, as if afraid of a little wind entering the house.

Slightly——

The door opened.

Yang Zongxian opened the door and greeted everyone in a heavy cotton-padded jacket. After the warm greeting, Wen Ping glanced at the secret room in the house. Yang Zongxian asked with a smile, "Sect Master Wen, do you want to come in and have a look?"

"This is?"

"This is the place where the Immortal Breeze Robe is made. Everyone knows that silver silk is good, but they don't know that silver silk is made of a special material that can only maintain plasticity in cold conditions, so this is specially made for cold rooms."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Wen Ping stepped into the house, and Huai Kong and the others followed suit. When Yang Zongxian closed the door, the door of the small room in the house slowly opened.

A piece of silvery white light spilled out.

Except for the workers in black padded jackets who are working, everything is silver and white.

However, when the coldness hit, it had no effect on Wen Ping and the others. After all, it couldn't force the body cultivators to also wear cotton jackets. Wen Ping directly lucked out the chill from his body.

Yang Zongxian looked Wen Ping up and down, and was quite satisfied with the Immortal Breeze Robe he made, and wearing it on Wen Ping would make him even more satisfied, and asked, "Sect Master Wen, did you put it on so early? "

"Well, try on new clothes."

"Sect Master Wen, in fact, the one yesterday was just a sample, not a finished product. Come with me, the real finished product is here!"

Yang Zongxian walked forward for a certain distance, pointed at the clothes hanging in the middle of the mezzanine hut, and showed a smug look on his face.

He seems to be proud of creating this dress.

Wen Ping felt that he was no longer a businessman, but a craftsman with special ingenuity.

Only this kind of people will be full of emotion in their works.

Wen Ping walked over slowly, touched its sleeve, and the coolness, softness and lightness were intuitively conveyed to Wen Ping's mind through the sense of touch. In addition, the finished product has more mature decorations than the samples worn by Wen Ping.

The pattern embroidered with silver silk has the majesty of armor and the softness of a breeze. Surprisingly, the cuffs and the two gauze ribbons hanging behind them are in gradient colors, ending in white to light blue, giving people a feeling of breeze entering the forest.

Yang Zongxian then said: "Sect Master Wen, we can finish them all tomorrow. 20 sets, no more, no less."

"Thanks."

Wen Ping withdrew his loving gaze.

"Sect Master Wen, why don't you just wear this one, it's a sample, why don't you send it up the mountain after we finish it?"

Wen Ping looked down at his clothes. Compared with the clothes on the wall, they were indeed a little less elegant, but they were not comparable to the immortal Qingfeng robes hanging on the wall, "No need, I'll just make do with it for now. Let's wear it."

After Yang Zongxian nodded, he continued to take Wen Ping to visit this small workshop...

...

Lu Yue, a former disciple of the Immortal Sect.

After leaving the Immortal Sect, life was not easy for her and her companions. For a person like her with poor aptitude and getting older, even if she re-enters a two-star sect, the same is true for a three-star sect.

Nobody paid attention.

Nobody cares.

There is no other way but self-education and expecting a miracle.

At this moment, when she was about to step into the market, she stopped suddenly, turned her head, and said to her companion beside her, "Aye, I seem to have seen Wen Ping just now, he..."

Ah Ye, who was on the side, patted her on the back, as if to make her look away and imagine, and then said, "Okay, why did Wen Ping appear here? He may not be in the Immortal Sect anymore."

"He is here. I heard a few days ago that he has started accepting disciples."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Shall we go see him then?"

"Forget it, we left the Immortal Sect and joined the Backing Mountain Sect. We probably broke his heart. It would be embarrassing to say goodbye, so it's better not to see him." After Ah Ye finished speaking, he touched his bosom subconsciously, "Our most urgent task is to Send this thing over there, and leave Cangwu City immediately."

"Uh-huh."

Lu Yue nodded.

...

When Wen Ping left the cold room workshop on the second floor, a woman hurried over, her complexion was pale and her breathing was short of breath. But she was richly dressed and as beautiful as most ladies.

Half-year-old mistress, the charm still exists.

After seeing Yang Zongxian, she hesitated to speak, and then glanced at the person beside Yang Zongxian.

"Sect Master Wen."

"Brother Huai Kong."

"Brother Yu."

Huai Kong replied, "Sister-in-law, why are you in such a hurry?"

"It's okay, I have something to ask Zongxian." After finishing speaking, the woman walked to Yang Zongxian's side and helped him take off the padded jacket, while whispering something, "Master, I have something to tell you, there's a 'letter' from home."

When he heard this sentence, Yang Zongxian's cheeks moved slightly, he turned his head and looked at his wife thoughtfully, then lowered his head again, and immediately ordered his servants to take Wen Wen and others to the lounge, while he followed his wife gone.

After hearing about the family affairs from his wife, Yang Zongxian couldn't help thinking of Wen Ping.

He let go of the spy for three years and jumped out on his own initiative. If it wasn't because of Wen Ping, then he couldn't think of who else it could be because of.

The last time Wen Ping made Mr. Rong lose face, now half of Cangwu City is spreading this story, saying that Mr. Rong has no medical ethics and his medical skills are deceiving. I heard that Mr. Rong passed out three times yesterday.

In addition, Hua Liao, the head of law enforcement, suffered a loss and would definitely retaliate.

After taking the note from his wife, Yang Zongxian nodded, then kneaded it into a ball and crushed it in his hand.

When Wen Ping sat in the lounge and hadn't had a few sips of tea, Yang Zongxian pushed the door in, and his expression didn't change when he entered the room. After all, he is an old fried dough stick who has been in the mall, so a facial expression can still be controlled.

After entering the room and exchanging greetings, he said to Wen Ping: "Sect Master Wen, I have someone prepare Feng Liuma for you. Please sit here and wait for a while, and I will fetch the golden ticket myself."

When Wen Ping heard this sentence, he didn't focus on the golden ticket.

Because Yang Zongxian's words are too strange.

Why did he suddenly help him prepare his horse, and it was an express Fengliu horse?

When Yang Zongxian was about to leave in a blink of an eye, Wen Ping raised his hands and called out, "Patriarch Yang, is something wrong?"

"A trivial matter."

"Patriarch Yang, if there is really something wrong, it seems that there are only disadvantages and no benefits if you hide it from me?"

Wen Ping stared at Yang Zongxian, and then his eyes met.

Yesterday, I almost pushed 888 daily. Everyone, there are still four hours left, so please give me a recommendation ticket. If you push 888 every day, we will add more updates at the risk of being scolded by the editor. (By the way, let me tell a few other readers about the 500-day push and update. Not long after I posted 500, it should have become 888, because the editor gave a big push, and the data on that day is already close to 500, so The 500-day push to add a single chapter is a BUG. Everyone forgot about 500, remember 888. Fafafa) Although it seems quite a lot, you may not know how much it was yesterday, so I should add more chapters, yes , just 3 votes short! ! ! ! Three votes! !