If cold is an abstract word, then Wen Ping can feel that the cold has lifted the hairs on his arm, and he has got goose bumps. Apart from the chill, Wen Ping also noticed unusual windows around him.

tight and airtight.

did not make a frame, just a board was installed there, as if afraid of a little wind entering the house.

The door opened.

Yang Zongxian opened the door and greeted everyone in a heavy padded jacket. After the warm greeting, Wen Ping glanced at the secret room in the room. Yang Zongxian smiled and asked, "Sect Master Wen, do you want to come in and see?"

"this is?"

"This is where the immortal wind robe is made. Everyone knows that silver silk is good, but they don't know that silver silk is made of special material, which can only maintain plasticity in cold conditions, so this is a cold room specially created."

"Thank you."

Wen Ping stepped into the house, and they walked in with empty space. When Yang Zongxian closed the door, the door of the small house in the house slowly opened.

A piece of silvery white light spilled out.

Except for the workers who are working in black quilted jackets, they are all silver and white everywhere.

But when this coldness hits, it has no effect on Wen Ping and the others. After all, it can't force the cultivator to wear cotton jackets. Wen Ping drove the chill out of the body by direct luck.

Yang Zongxian looked up and down Wen Ping a few times, and was quite satisfied with the immortal Qingfeng robe he had made. Wearing it on Wen Ping would make him even more satisfied. He asked, "Sect Master Wen, you put it on so early? "

"Well, try new clothes."

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

Yang Zongxian stepped forward for a distance, pointing to the clothes hanging in the middle of the mezzanine cabin, with a smug look on his face.

He seems to be proud of making this dress.

Wen Ping doesn't think he is like a businessman anymore, but like a craftsman with special craftsmanship.

There is only this type of people who are full of emotions for their own works.

Wen Ping walked over slowly and touched its sleeves. The coolness, softness and thinness were intuitively transmitted to Wen Ping's mind through touch. In addition, the finished product feels more sophisticated decoration than the samples worn by Wen Ping.

The pattern embroidered on silver silk has the majesty of armor and the gentle breeze. The trouser legs. What surprises people are the cuffs and the two light gauze ribbons hanging down behind them. They are actually in gradient colors, ending in white to light blue, giving people a feeling of breeze entering the mountains and forests.

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

"Thanks."

Wen Ping retracted his favorite gaze.

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

Wen Ping looked down at his clothes. Compared to the clothes on the wall, it was indeed a bit less elegant, but it was not comparable to the immortal Qingfeng robe hanging on the wall. "No, I will just put it on. Wear it."

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

Lu Yue, a former disciple of the Outer Sect of Immortal Sect.

After left the Immortal Sect, her life with her companions was actually not very good. People like her with bad aptitude and getting older, even if they re-enter the two-star sect, the same is true for the three-star sect.

No one takes it seriously.

No one cares.

There is nothing else but self-study and expecting miracles.

At this time, when she was about to step into the shop and enter the market, she suddenly stopped, turned her head, and said to the companion beside her: "A Ye, I just seemed to see Wen Ping, he..."

A Ye patted her on the back, seeming to want her to withdraw her gaze and conjecture, and then said: "Okay, how come Wen Ping is here? He may no longer be in Immortal Sect."

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

"Really?"

"Yes. Then shall we go see him?"

"Forget it, we left the Immortal Sect and joined the Patriarch Sect. It is estimated that we have hurt his heart. Goodbye is also embarrassing. It would be better not to see." After Ah Ye finished speaking, he subconsciously touched his arms, "Our first priority is to Send this thing over and leave Cangwu City immediately."

"Hmm."

Lu Yue nodded.

When Wen Ping got out of the cold room workshop on the second floor, a woman hurriedly walked over, her face was a little pale, and her breathing was short. But she was dressed luxuriously, as beautiful as most ladies.

Semi-old milfs, the charm still exists.

After she saw Yang Zongxian, she stopped talking, then glanced at the person next to Yang Zongxian.

"Sect Master Wen."

"Brother Huaikong."

"Brother Yu."

replied, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

"It's okay, I have something to do with Zongxian." After all, the woman walked up to Yang Zongxian to help remove the cotton jacket while whispering something in a low voice, "My husband, I have something to tell you. I've got a letter from home."

When he heard this sentence ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Yang Zongxian's cheek moved slightly, turned his head to look at his wife in deep thought, and then dropped his head, and immediately ordered his servant to take Wen Ping to rest. Room, he followed his wife.

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

He let the spy for three years, so he took the initiative to jump out, not because of Wen Ping, then he can't think of someone else.

The last time Wen Ping made Lao Rong's face scandalized, now a small half of Cangwu City is telling about this, saying that Lao Rong has no medical ethics and medical skills are deceptive. I heard that Rong Lao was fainted three times yesterday.

In addition, Hualiao, the master of the Law Enforcement Hall, suffered a loss and will inevitably get revenge.

After receiving the note in his wife's hand, Yang Zongxian nodded, then directly knead it into a ball, and smashed it directly in his hand.

When Wen Ping was sitting in the lounge before taking a few sips of tea, Yang Zongxian pushed the door in, and his expression did not change when he entered the room. After all, it is the old fritters in the shopping mall, a facial expression can still be controlled.

After a few words of greeting, Chong Wenping said, "Sect Master Wen, I have already asked someone to help you prepare Feng Liuma. You can sit here for a while, and I will personally fetch the golden ticket."

Wen Ping heard these words and did not focus on the gold ticket.

Because Yang Zongxian's words are too strange.

So good, why suddenly help him prepare his horse, and it is a limited express horse?

When Yang Zongxian was about to leave, Wen Ping raised his hand and called out, "Clan Chief Yang, has something happened?"

"It's not a trivial matter."

"Clan Chief Yang, if there is something really wrong, it seems that there is only a bad thing and no good to hide it from me?"

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