"Sigh, these two girls are really good at shopping …"
Ying Feiyang waited in a secluded place, but his mind was already elsewhere. He originally wanted to walk around with the Holy Maiden and Mu Xiaomei before the Treasure Auction started, but he obviously overestimated his stamina and patience.
He had spent three days with Lu Tianlan. Although it was not a big deal for a cultivator to not sleep for a few days, once he relaxed, he immediately felt tired. It was unknown where the two girls got their enthusiasm from, but they didn't let go of any of the stalls. No matter what was useful or not, they would pick and choose to look through it.
Ying Feiyang finally could not wait any longer. He asked them to walk around for a while while he waited for them to rest. But he waited for more than an hour.
"I'm tired of waiting. Aren't they tired?" Ying Feiyang could not help but yawn again. But at this moment, he heard a clear voice, "Brother Tianming, you must be tired of waiting."
"Finally here …" Ying Feiyang turned around lazily. But the moment he turned around, he felt refreshed and all his sleepiness disappeared.
He saw Mu Xiaomei pushing a shy girl in front of him, "I'm here to see how it is. Is Sister Shi beautiful?"
The girl was wearing a sapphire blue short dress with the "Ten Zhang Light Dust" as a ribbon wrapped around her jade-like arms. There was a pair of jade bracelets on her wrists. She was wearing a snowflake dress with bells. As the dress swayed in the wind, the small silver bells at the corner of the dress rang softly. In the middle of the dress, a snow-white waist could be faintly seen. A pearl veil hung over her ears, covering her beautiful face. But other than the Holy Maiden Ling Xin, who else could it be?
Under the reflection of the bead curtain, the Heavenly Maiden's unparalleled beauty was even more dazzling. At this moment, her cheeks were blushing, and she looked at Ying Feiyang with a hint of shyness and anticipation. However, seeing that Ying Feiyang did not respond for a long time, she lowered her head and mumbled to Mu Xiaomei, "I already said I don't want this, it's too … inappropriate."
Mu Xiaomei said, "When a girl comes to the Langya sea market, it's like going back empty-handed if she doesn't buy a set of silk clothes. Besides, how is it inappropriate? The Eastern Sea isn't like the Central Plains. It's wet and humid here, so it's nice and comfortable to dress like this. Look at everyone else, don't they all dress like this? "After that, Ying Feiyang said," Brother Tianming, are you dumbfounded?
The light, exotic dress made her look delicate and charming, but when worn by Ling Xin, it added an innate elegance and elegance to her. The two completely different temperaments converged on her, making her look like a fairy who had descended from the heavens, noble and alluring at the same time. Even Ying Feiyang was momentarily dazed. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, or else he would have been embarrassed. Now that Mu Xiaomei was pressing him, he could not speak for a moment, and could only point at Ling Xin's face.
Goddess Ling Xin touched her face blankly and felt something sticky. Suddenly, she let out a soft cry and turned around. She took out a piece of silk cloth and wiped her face.
Mu Xiaomei had bought her a stick of candied haws. The overseas fruit was coated with a layer of red and even syrup. When she bit into it, it was crispy, fragrant, and sweet. It was a taste she had never tasted before. But she was so focused on eating that she left a trail of syrup at the corner of her mouth.
Thinking about how she had syrup at the corner of her mouth and how she had asked Ying Feiyang to evaluate her attire, the Holy Maiden Ling Xin was so embarrassed that she wanted to jump into the sea.
The Holy Maiden turned around and refused to turn around. Mu Xiaomei said to Ying Feiyang with a look of disgust, "Brother Tianming, you're hopeless. You're really hopeless."
"I thought it was because I smeared my lipstick …" Ying Feiyang hurriedly explained. Seeing the Holy Maiden stomping her foot again, he knew that he was making things worse. He coughed and changed the topic, "How many times have I told you? Brother Tianming, call me Fei …"
Ying Feiyang looked around cautiously and stopped abruptly. Mu Xiaomei caught the opportunity and smiled. She lowered her voice and said, "Oh? Are you sure? Sister Shi doesn't want to attract attention, so she asked me to change the way I address you. What do you want me to call you in City B? Brother Feiyang, Brother Tianming, pick one. I'll count to three and you'll think about it. After three counts, I'll shout it out loud! "
"You're already attracting a lot of attention. Everyone is looking at you!" Ying Feiyang said angrily.
"That's because Sister Shi is beautiful. Don't change the topic. One!"
"Call me that like before. I won't correct you, okay?"
"No, I want you to say it out loud! Two! "
"I'm in the middle of something. Don't cause trouble for me!" Ying Feiyang said with a straight face.
"You don't have a chance. Three!" Mu Xiaomei put her hands by her mouth and was about to shout it out.
"Call me Brother Tianming!" Ying Feiyang said through gritted teeth.
"Bingo!" Mu Xiaomei said excitedly as if she had won a battle. "Brother Tianming, it's been more than ten years. You've finally accepted this title."
"Childish!" Ying Feiyang said angrily.
"You're the one who has no right to say it!" Mu Xiaomei stuck out her tongue and said to Ling Xin, "Sister Shi, I've already taught him a lesson for you. Turn around now."
Just as she was about to persuade Ling Xin to turn around, she suddenly heard a stern voice. "Mu Xiaomei, you're running around again!"
Mu Xiaomei trembled when she heard the voice. In the crowd, a middle-aged female cultivator in black separated the crowd. Mu Xiaomei greeted her with a bitter face, "Mas … Master!"
Hearing Mu Xiaomei's greeting, Ying Feiyang knew who she was. "Oh? Is this one of the Six Primes of the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals, Xiaomei's master, Yan Tithun? "
While he was sizing up Yan Cechun, Yan Cechun was also sizing them up. Yan Cechun's gaze roamed around Ying Feiyang and the Holy Maiden before he asked, "Xiao Mei, who are they?"
Mu Xiaomei quickly said, "They … They're my new friends!"
Yan Tithun frowned. In her opinion, the East China Sea was full of crooks and honest people. Moreover, Ying Feiyang and Ling Xin were both secretive people. They were not people that could be easily made friends with. She then said, "Judging from your attire, you two should be attending the treasure sale. Why are you with my disciple?"
Ling Xin said, "I just saw your disciple is cute and obedient, so I wanted to chat with her."
Yan Tithun dispelled her doubt. "My disciple is naughty. If she offended you, please don't blame her. Mu Xiaomei, come with me. You still have work to do."
"But …"
"Follow her!" Yan Tithun shouted. Mu Xiaomei immediately kept quiet out of fear and dared not to say anything. She secretly waved her hand at the two of them, indicating that she would come to them when she had time, and then quickly followed them.
"Ha, retribution comes fast. I've long heard that Yan Tithun of the Six Yuan Sect of the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals is strict. Mu Xiaomei falling into her hands can be considered as meeting her nemesis." Watching Mu Xiaomei being dragged away, Ying Feiyang gloated.
"You're really narrow-minded." The Ling Xin rolled her eyes at him and then said, "Yes, I've always forgotten to ask, why does Sister Xiaomei always call you Brother Tianming?"
"It's because of my master who likes to change people's names …" Ying Feiyang bitterly told her about his nickname.
The Ling Xin paused and couldn't help but laugh. "One person, two names. No matter which one she calls, doesn't she always call you? You're really not qualified to say that Sister Xiaomei is childish … "
Ying Feiyang discontentedly said, "Aren't you the same? Both Ling Xin and Shi Lingxin are you, how can they be called together?"
However, Ling Xin's face turned gloomy, and then she said emotionally, "Ling Xin is me, but is Shi Lingxin really me? Inheriting the cultivation and will of the Ling Xin. Inheriting the responsibility and destiny of the Ling Xin. Walking on the path planned for the Ling Xin … Brother Ying, if the purpose of Shi Lingxin's birth is to become another person, then does Shi Lingxin really exist? "
After being defeated by the Ling Xin in the past Buddhist and Daoist Conference, Ying Feiyang had a moment of envy and jealousy. He thought that she was born lucky and could easily obtain the supreme cultivation that ordinary people couldn't reach in several lifetimes. But now, looking at Goddess Ling Xin, who had her head lowered, Ying Feiyang suddenly felt pity for her. Perhaps she had never obtained what she wanted, and what she had lost was more than what she had obtained.
Ling Xin seemed to have realized something, and she laughed at herself. "I'm sorry, Brother Ying, I forgot myself for a moment and let you hear my sentimental words. You became the Ling Xin that others admired and admired, but I'm not satisfied, and it seems like I'm greedy."
"Of course it exists!" Ying Feiyang suddenly nodded and said firmly. He then said, "Wait for me." After that, he left Ling Xin and ran far away.
"Hey, where are you going?" Ling Xin shouted. Ying Feiyang didn't look back, so she shook her head and said, "Really …"
After a while, Ying Feiyang ran back and handed a hairpin to Ling Xin. "This is for you, take it!"
The Ling Xin was stunned, and when she looked at the hairpin in her hand, she couldn't help but tremble. The hairpin was emerald green, and the workmanship was simple, yet it glowed faintly. It seemed to be a valuable artifact, but to her, the most valuable thing was the four words on the hairpin: "For Shi Lingxin."
Ying Feiyang said with a straight face, "No matter what you choose in the future, I will always remember the girl who wore beautiful clothes, who was gluttonous and didn't wipe her mouth clean. She is Shi Lingxin, and even if she only existed for a day, I will always remember her!"
Ling Xin looked at Ying Feiyang's serious face, and her beautiful eyes widened. She clutched the hairpin tightly to her chest, and after a while, she said hesitantly, "That … Brother Ying, I don't really understand, but is it appropriate for a man to give a hairpin to a woman?"
"Huh?" Ying Feiyang was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized that as a sword maniac, he had never been very open about matters of the heart. Although he met the Little Flower Demon and guided him to the right path, he was still much slower than ordinary people. Even though he had a good time with the Ling Xin, now that he understood, he couldn't help but be at a loss, afraid that the Ling Xin would misunderstand him. "It does seem inappropriate. Should I return it to me first?"
"It's too late!" The Ling Xin smiled mischievously, and her eyes curved into crescent moons. She inserted the hairpin into her hair, "Let's go, the treasure sale is about to begin!"
As she said that, she picked up the hem of her dress and ran away. The silver bells on the hem of her dress swayed, leaving behind a series of tinkling bells …
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