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Standing at the entrance of the courtyard were naturally Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng, as well as Du Xiaolin, who was somewhat embarrassed but curious.

"Miss Zhuo, happy New Year!"

Yi Shuyuan cupped his hands and said something, while Zhuo Qing quickly walked to the courtyard door and opened the entire courtyard door that was originally ajar.

"Sir, please come in quickly!"

"Aunt Zhuo, happy New Year, this is Xiaolin, my best friend - and this, we brought you a gift!"

Shi Sheng was the first to speak out, pulling Du Xiaolin in front of Yi Shuyuan, still holding the big salted fish in his hand.

Zhuo Qing didn't mind it either, and reached out to take the straw rope that passed through the mouth of the dried fish, touched Shi Sheng's face, nodded to Du Xiaolin with a smile, and then waved them in.

Du Xiaolin was in a daze after seeing Zhuo Qing's appearance clearly. Although there were differences, they were so similar!

It’s so similar to the way Mr. Yi transformed into the sword fairy sister!

Is she a relative of Mr. Yi?

No, sir, your relatives are in Yuezhou! The Yi family doesn’t seem to know about this sister either!

"Xiaolin, why are you in a daze? Come in quickly!"

Shi Sheng pulled Du Xiaolin into the courtyard, but he seemed to have forgotten that he was stunned when he saw Zhuo Qing for the first time.

Although it is already the first month of the new year, and although the snow has not melted in many places, there are still chrysanthemums blooming beside the fence in this courtyard, which gives Yi Shuyuan, who has discussed gardening with Yan Bo for a long time, a somewhat different sense, as if he can feel a few different things. The feeling of dividing flowers.

Seeing Yi Shuyuan looking at the flowers in the courtyard, Zhuo Qing smiled.

“I don’t know how to take care of it, but it drives very well!”

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but smile again when he heard this. Such words would be completely ironic to some people who want to grow flowers but cannot grow them well.

But this is actually metaphysics, well, it's not the kind that I can't understand, but the true meaning of metaphysics, which is related to Zhuo Qing's practice here.

Shi Sheng and Du Xiaolin had already run to the wooden porch in front of the house, staring curiously at the groups of suspended threads. The glow on them was still bright and dark like breathing.

"Aunt Zhuo, your Taoist practice is so amazing. You collected the morning glow and even spun it into silk thread!"

Zhuo Qing walked over with the salted fish, looked at Shi Sheng, and then looked at Du Xiaolin with a smile, who nodded in agreement.

"Me, I don't think it's Taoist practice, I just want to spin beautiful silk threads and weave beautiful cloth. When my husband taught me to weave Xiayi, I thought it was very beautiful, and I longed for that beauty. Over time, I did it!”

Du Xiaolin's delicate little face was flushed red by the glow of the silk. After hearing Zhuo Qing's words, she couldn't help but praise her from the bottom of her heart.

"Sister, you are so awesome. Master told me that the more a seeker pursues the Dharma and the Tao, the further away from the Tao in many cases. If you control the Tao with your heart, the Tao will become its own, but a Taoist heart is the most difficult!"

Zhuo Qing reached out and touched Du Xiaolin's face. Du Xiaolin hesitated but did not move away, which made Zhuo Qing's smile become even brighter.

This is Du Xiaolin. It was really heartbreaking to hear Shi Sheng and the others mention the experience of this child being kidnapped. Now it seems that she has already come out of the gloom.

"Then your master must also be a very powerful expert. I have only heard similar words from my husband and Hui Mian before. Also, your name should be Xiaolin."

"Um!"

"Looks so good!"

I don't know why, but Du Xiaolin's whole face turned red when Zhuo Qing praised her like this.

"Sister, you are also very beautiful."

"Don't call me sister, don't mess up the hierarchy, call me Aunt Zhuo!"

"Oh, Aunt Zhuo"

"well!"

Zhuo Qing's eyes were as bright as the moon when she smiled, and she just responded softly, which made Du Xiaolin, who already thought she looked like Mi Li, feel more friendly.

"If you like, how about I use this silk thread to spin you a dress? The shape of your clothes is very beautiful, but the workmanship is a bit rough."

If anyone else dared to say that the clothes in Taiyin Palace were a bit rough, Du Xiaolin would definitely be angry, but when the person in front of her said this, she did not dare to refute it.

Anyone who has seen Zhaoxia's spinning hand just now will not have any doubts about this sentence.

"That's great, thank you Aunt Zhuo!"

"You're welcome, oh by the way, sir, please sit down for a while and I'll make tea for you!"

Zhuo Qing said as she walked towards the kitchen carrying the dried fish, and Shi Sheng hurriedly followed.

"I'm here to help!" "Then I'll go too!"

Du Xiaolin, who had just received the promise of benefits, also quickly ran over to express her goodwill.

On Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, Hui Mian spread his paws.

"Oh, what a skill, we get along so harmoniously!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at Hui Mian, wondering whether it meant Zhuo Qing or Du Xiaolin.

On the wooden corridor under the eaves in front of the house, there was still the same long table. Yi Shuyuan sat down and Hui Mian jumped on the table. They both looked at the room over there where Zhuo Qing often weaved.

What I saw was not the spinning wheel, but the bamboo flat bed where silkworms were raised. There were more than a dozen crystal clear silkworms lying on the edge, as if looking out with their heads exposed.

When they saw Yi Shuyuan and Hui Mian, especially when they came into contact with Hui Mian's gaze, the dozens of silkworms all shrank back.

Just like ordinary people celebrating the New Year, there was not only fragrant tea on the table, but also a lot of preserved fruit pastries, and even some mulberries that looked very fresh. Zhuo Qing must have had a clever way to preserve them.

Zhuo Qing also sprinkled some sugar into Shi Sheng and Du Xiaolin's tea.

Yi Shuyuan at the table did not go straight to the topic. He just chatted with each other about their experiences in the past few years, gradually talking about life and practice, and then inevitably talked about the matter of the light of the immortal silk attracting the attention of the heavens.

"The Chief of Heavenly Realm, Zhi Tianfang, seems to be particularly concerned about this and wants your Xian Ling very much."

Hearing what Yi Shuyuan said, Zhuo Qing smiled.

"They may not be able to use Xian Ling just by taking it away. I can help them!"

Hearing this, Hui Mian, who was holding a teacup alone, raised his head in confusion.

"So you agree? Why do the Kaiyang Water Tribe and General Crab say you're not interested?"

Zhuo Qing just smiled and said nothing, and looked at Yi Shuyuan subconsciously.

"Oh, I understand. You know General Crab will come to see you, right?"

"I can't say that what General Crab said is wrong. It's just that when I was here, I really wasn't very interested in it. But my husband is here and it means that this matter is still meaningful, so I am willing to help!"

Zhuo Qing's explanation was obviously far-fetched, but her expression was very natural, and she even lifted the teapot to refill Yi Shuyuan's tea.

Everything falls into place here, and there is no need to worry too much. Zhuo Qing even feels more at ease than Yi Shuyuan imagined. On the contrary, Yi Shuyuan laughed at himself a little in his heart. After all, he was a little embarrassed to be here.

In contrast, when Yi Shuyuan came here, he was most at ease when he transformed into Mi Li, while Long Feiyang had not thought about it at all.

Perhaps at this point, Yi Shuyuan felt that he was not as transparent as Zhuo Qing.

Thinking of this, Yi Shuyuan smiled freely, but also felt a little more comfortable. He reached into his sleeve and took out a long and narrow thing of pale gold and placed it on the table.

"This is."

"This is a golden shuttle, but it is also extremely tough and has an edge!"

Everyone's eyes were attracted to what Yi Shuyuan took out. It was not an oval-shaped shuttle, but it looked even and long, with an empty slot for hooks, but it also looked like a shuttle with no edges on both sides, no sheath and no handle. The light golden dagger!

"so beautiful"

Zhuo Qing exclaimed softly, with infinite joy in her heart, not only because of the beauty presented by the golden shuttle, of course, it is also really beautiful!

Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand and hooked it gently, and the golden shuttle slowly floated into the air. A mysterious smile appeared on his face and he looked at Zhuo Qingdao.

"You understand the Tao but are not good at the Dharma. This is the magic weapon given to you. How you use it depends on your will. Of course, you don't need me to teach you about weaving, but I can show it to you in some places!"

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan made a move with his other hand, and a ball of silk thread glowing with glow flew out of the room over there.

The thread wound around the golden shuttle several times in Yi Shuyuan's hand, and then formed a piece around the golden shuttle, as if wrapping around a light red sword hilt, which was then held in Yi Shuyuan's hand.

But the next moment, the sword finger of Yi Shuyuan's right hand was attached to the sword body, and he moved forward gently.

"Zheng~~"

A sword cry seemed to indicate something, and the golden shuttle stretched out instantly, turning into a long sword with a thin blade at the moment.

Yi Shuyuan just held the sword in front of him, and felt a sharp and agile feeling coming to his face!

And the display was not over yet. The next moment, Yi Shuyuan stood up and pointed towards the outside of the courtyard with a golden sword in his hand, seemingly casually but actually naturally.

"Buzz~~~~"

The sound of the rumble made even the people standing next to Yi Shuyuan feel a numb chill.

An invisible ripple spreads, the chrysanthemums in the courtyard covered with residual snow are swaying, the surrounding trees are swaying slightly, and the river in the distance breaks through cone-shaped ripples.

All this gradually calmed down after a few breaths.

Yi Shuyuan flicked the sword with his finger.

"Dang~"

The blade of the sword seemed to bring about a blur of ghosting, and was held down by the sword finger of Yi Shuyuan's left hand. He regained his composure, then held the sword with his backhand and handed it to Zhuo Qing with both hands.

"gave it to you."

Zhuo Qing took a deep breath, took a step forward, looked at the golden shuttle sword in Yi Shuyuan's hand, then looked up at him, and then carefully took the sword.

"Thank you! This sword also has some changes from Mr.'s!"

With that said, Zhuo Qing stretched out her hand to gently touch the sword body and hilt. She smiled at the silk in the faint glow, then reached out and flicked the hilt of the sword.

As a result, the silk at the hilt of the sword automatically merged and weaved a hanging silk knot.

When several people, including Yi Shuyuan, thought it was a sword spike, the Golden Shuttle Sword kept shrinking in Zhuo Qing's hands. She held the sword in one hand, held her hair in her head with the other, and inserted the Golden Shuttle Sword in her hand. on the hair.

This sword turned out to be a hairpin, or to be precise, it turned into a buzhao!

"How about it?"

Zhuo Qing looked at Yi Shuyuan, who couldn't help but be amazed.

"Wonderful idea and pleasing to the eye!"

Hui Mian stared blankly at the golden shuttle on Zhuo Qing's head that turned into a walking hairpin, and he felt infinite envy in his heart. Shi Sheng, Qi Xiaozi and Zhuo Qing all had them. Xiaolin was a direct disciple of the Taiyin Palace, and she would definitely not be short of treasures.

Sir, won't you forget me?