I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

Practice for one year

Dongfujing

Listening to Murongqin’s words, Jiang Lin felt that his fragile heart was deeply hit.

Jiang Lin knew Murong Qin's talent was high, after all, his apprenticeship was very discerning.

But this is too exaggerated.

How many years did it take to cultivate to the realm of Dongfu?

It seems to have been used for eight years.

And Xiaoqin, it only took a year

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Jiang Lin is a little skeptical of life. Although many people say that he is a genius, Jiang Lin found that he seems to be the best one.

"Senior I'm sorry"

Looking at Jiang Lin's "dull" appearance, Murong Qin, who thought that Senior was indeed disappointed in him, lowered his head deeper, his eyes filled with self-blame.

"Silly Nizi, what are you talking about." Jiang Lin scratched the tip of her nose, "I'm sorry, I arrived at the Dongfu realm in a year. This is unimaginable. It's too late to be happy for your teacher."

"Eh? Really? Isn't the senior really disappointed in Xiaoqin?" The girl's eyes flashed with joy.

"Really, but Xiaoqin shouldn't covet the speed of practice too much. It is even more important to lay a solid foundation."

"Yeah! Xiaoqin understands." The girl who had already become a young girl nodded, "By the way, Senior, my mother said that the meal has been prepared, and I asked Senior to stay for dinner."

"Huh?"

Just when Jiang Lin was puzzled, a woman had already walked in at the entrance of the yard and bowed to Jiang Lin dignifiedly:

"The son hasn't seen you for a long time."

"Mrs. Long time no see."

Jiang Lin made a bow.

"Can you stay here for dinner?" Madam Murong smiled.

"This" Jiang Lin's eyes showed a little embarrassment.

"Why, is the prince afraid that there will be a lot of right and wrong in front of this widow of mine?"

"How come, then bother Madam."

In the end, 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, Jiang Lin felt a kind of smoke in Mrs. Murong's dishes, something Jiang Lin hadn't experienced for a long time.

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

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

Especially Mrs. Murong's textile craftsmanship, Jiang Lin only now knows that Mrs. Murong's craftsmanship is already well-known in Demon Capital.

In the demon city, all kinds of noble ladies wanted to get any of Mrs. Murong's knitted garments. Everything was about first come first, no more money.

And after Mrs. Murong knits a piece of clothing for someone, she will not knit a second one for the same person. Similarly, no amount of money will work.

This kind of agreement of "getting money without making money" is indeed a bit strange, but it has made a reputation for Mrs. Murong, and even has the faint name of "Weaver Mother".

And this year, Mrs. Murong often entered the imperial palace of the demon capital, but she did not listen to the advice of Jiang Lin when she left a year ago, relying on the kingdom of ten thousand demon to lead a comfortable and stable life.

The palace of Mrs. Murong's demon capital first is to weave clothes, Nian and Qinglian's clothes, after knitting, it is to give clothes.

Another thing is to accompany Nian Nian.

During these hours when Jiang Lin was away, Mrs. Murong would visit Nian-nian every few days, and Murong Qin would play with Nian-nian after practicing, just like a sister.

"Don't the son ask how the concubine's uncle died?"

Add a chopstick dish to Jiang Lin, Mrs. Murong said slowly.

"I have learned from Miss Xiaolan. She fell to her death after drinking." Jiang Lin took a mouthful of food, "Well, I feel pretty miserable."

Listening to Jiang Lin's words, there was a complex expression in Mrs. Murong's eyes, but it just flashed past.

"Indeed, the concubine's little uncle is really unlucky." Madam Murong said with emotion, and also put an end to this topic.

After the meal, Jiang Lin said goodbye and left, and Mrs. Murong did not hold back.

After all, staying for dinner is already a bit bad. If you stay too much, it really doesn't make sense.

"Thank you Madam for caring about Nian Nian. Nian Nian and Qing Lian like the dress that Madam made."

"The concubine also likes them very much." Mrs. Murong owes a bow. "The concubine is afraid that he can no longer keep the son."

Jiang Lin bid farewell and Yu Jian left.

When Jiang Lin disappeared into the starry sky, Mrs. Murong and Xiao Qin slowly withdrew their gazes.

After telling her mother, Xiaoqin went to the room to meditate on Ming Wu Jianxin, while Mrs. Murong continued to sit in the courtyard and stepped back from the maid.

The evening breeze was blowing in the courtyard, and the cypress leaves in the courtyard were rustling, and Mrs. Murong poured herself cups of green tea.

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

The woman sat in front of her and poured herself a cup of tea "very bluntly". After drinking it all, Wu Suxu watched her slowly and said:

"You don't knit a dress for him"

Mrs. Murong shook her head, or the woman called the "Weaver Mother" slowly said: "I knit clothes for people, only one piece."

"I know, after all, your rules were like that thousands of years ago." Wu Suxu looked into her eyes, "You have already helped the young man knit?"

Zhiniang shook her head: "No."

"Oh?" Wu Susu felt a little accidental.

"I don't know which one to knit." As if recalling Jiang Lin's various postures, Niang Niang whispered, "I don't know if it is better to weave a Confucian blue shirt or a swordsman gown is more suitable."

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

"I guess neither of the two clothes." Wu Susu smiled. When she put down the teacup, her avatar had turned into thousands of dancing butterflies and flew away, and her voice was slowly spreading in the courtyard. Then go away with the wind.

"Indeed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After Wu Suxu left, Mrs. Murong shook her head, took up the needle and thread in her hand, and sew it stitch by stitch. The hands were not like Confucian blue shirts or swordsman gowns.

It looks like the open gold collar of an emperor's robe.

Two thousand years ago, there were a thousand great monsters under the Twelve Thrones, and one of them was very strange because she was a human race.

Not a mixed race, a real human race.

She traveled through the mountains and rivers, and did not know how many people weave for.

Because of your own mood, weaving depends on people, no matter how high or low.

Only one textile for the same person, without exception.

The clothes she weaves, although no one is superior in workmanship, some are good-looking and some are ugly.

But whether it looks good or not, no matter how annoying the receiver is, they will wear it someday.

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