My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 529 - 348: The Self-Cultivation of a Master_3

Chapter 529: Chapter 348: The Self-Cultivation of a Master_3

Li Bai quickly shook his head, being lectured by the young girl, his head bobbing like a rattle-drum.

"Hmph, that style isn’t fashionable at all anymore. That sloppy look is only good for deceiving country bumpkins. Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn’t buy into that. You’re still clinging to that style; it’s so out, just so out," she huffed.

Zhao Qian’er hummed in displeasure, summarizing her experiences and taking note of the fashion trends among those who had come down from the mountains for cultivation recently.

"Um, let me tell you, Uncle Bai. A true master definitely needs to wear an outfit that’s pure and dashing, clean and decisive, with a touch of understated luxury, able to inadvertently exude a sense of purity. That’s what’s high-end. Got it?"

She glanced at Li Bai.

The latter was holding his sword, his body unconsciously leaning forward and bowing, eyes unblinkingly focused and listening intently.

But when faced with her question, he alternated between nodding and shaking his head.

"So silly, just so silly! Uncle Bai, you’re such a blockhead," Zhao Qian’er scratched her forehead and sighed with a hint of frustration.

"Ah, how to make you understand... To aim for high-end elegance, the shortcut is to first emphasize one element."

"For example..." Her eyes lit up, "Remember that album I showed you last time? Have you finished it? That peerless swordsman, dressed in white surpassing the snow, standing alone under the moon, wasn’t he handsome? Featuring the element ’white’, doesn’t it convey a deep meaning, very high-class?"

Li Bai’s body jolted, his expression froze and he had an epiphany.

"Humph humph." Zhao Qian’er stood with her hands behind her back, like a little schoolteacher, lifting her head proudly, her chin pointing at Li Bai.

"Have you learned your lesson? Hmm, still, dirty can’t be the emphasized element. Cleanliness is the most basic requirement. Oh, and when you’re done, return the album to me; I borrowed it from Little Moon Servant."

Li Bai nodded vigorously, "Definitely, definitely, Qian’er, I’m almost finished with it, I’ll return it to you right away."

He sighed deeply again, for he couldn’t draw his sword, and couldn’t help but lament, "You’re right, Qian’er, I’ll go back and figure out a way to clean up. Also, that white surpassing the snow really is damn handsome, especially standing under the eaves in the moonlight, with his back to the viewer, tsk. Sweet Qian’er, kind Qian’er, let’s go with that look, please pick out a suitable set for me."

Zhao Qian’er held her head high with pride, almost turning into a little swan, and said coyly, "Ho ho, you have no idea about my taste in picking clothes? Let’s go! Brother Rong’er, don’t stand there daydreaming, let’s move. Uncle Bai, I have a few ideas, let’s chat more specifically."

Zhao Rong: "........."

Zhao Qian’er and Li Bai huddled together, discussing the important matter of ’changing the skin’ of a master.

Zhao Rong stood by, looking baffled.

He couldn’t help but take a closer look at Li Bai.

No wonder he felt something was off when they first met.

It seemed that Li Bai was somehow different.

Back then, after not seeing him for so long, he thought he was still the same person, fond of holding a sword and pretending to be a master...

Just now, while waiting for Qian’er to come out, he was looking all around.

Turns out, it was because he was so much cleaner and tidier, no longer the disheveled, drunken master style of the past.

And then he wanted to buy clothes, aimlessly looking around on the streets...

Come to think of it, can a master’s style even change so frequently?

Wow, quite the professional.

Is this the self-cultivation of every master?

Zhao Rong looked at Little Qian’er and Li Bai with admiration.

The two were earnestly discussing something.

Li Bai was asking Qian’er for advice on clothes that, while modest and restrained, could still exude a hint of supreme authority.

Qian’er, looking like a crafty military advisor, squinted thoughtfully, holding up a finger and wagging it as she began to strategize.

Impressive, the two of you!

Zhao Rong shook his head and fell silent for a moment.

He covered his mouth and gave a light cough, unable to resist secretly leaning in to eavesdrop for a while.

A few moments later, Zhao Rong’s eyes gradually widened, nodding slightly as if he had gained great insights.

So our little Qian’er knows so much?

Such good taste in clothes? Why not say it earlier! Hmm, it’s like finding a treasure.

I need to pamper this woman...

Later on, I’ll have to get myself a set too.

Zhao Rong took a few steps forward and joined in, saying earnestly to the two:

"I want in too."

Zhao Qian’er: "..."

Li Bai: "..."

The two exchanged glances.

"Come on, let’s chat as well. I think Uncle Li Bai doesn’t suit the greenish stubble, it doesn’t give off the vibe of a world-weary expert at all. Maybe we should start with the hairstyle... don’t you agree, Qian’er?"

Zhao Qian’er blinked.

Before long, Zhao Rong, the new freeloader crying ’I also want,’ along with the dog-head strategist Zhao Qian’er and the bronze expert Li Bai, were back to wandering the streets.

They left behind Gu Yiwu, who was still waiting laboriously inside the Pavilion, completely out of their mind.

At some point on the street, Zhao Qian’er suddenly turned her head curiously and asked, "Brother Rong’er, how many more days are we staying in Xingzi Town?"

Zhao Rong furrowed his brow, contemplating his attire, how he could make a striking impression upon his appearance that would stun the courts of the Great Li, leaving everyone tongue-tied and bowing their heads in awe.

He came back to his senses and, while looking around leisurely, said in a calm voice, "We’re not in a rush."

Zhao Qian’er pondered, yet her pretty brows remained slightly furrowed.

"Brother Rong’er, why do you have that Gu-something Wu take others to the biggest Zuixian Building in Xingzi Town every day to drink flower wine, enjoy dances and listen to operas? What’s the reason?"

The young girl paused her speech, then suddenly stood on tiptoe, pinched Zhao Rong’s nose and said, "And when we go to find Gu-whatever Wu later, you’re not allowed to drink flower wine!"

Zhao Rong immediately looked at Zhao Qian’er with an innocent expression.

The latter squinted at him like a little fox.

Zhao Rong nodded vigorously, the picture of integrity.

Zhao Qian’er, satisfied, let go of his nose, but didn’t withdraw her hand immediately. Instead, she paused her small hand at Zhao Rong’s collar and started adjusting it for him, her movements gentle and well-behaved.

After a moment, she tilted her head and continued to ask curiously:

"Oh right, you still haven’t explained, why do you have Gu-whatever Wu waiting every day and meeting us at Zuixian Building later? What are these two things about?"

Zhao Rong turned his head and took another glance at the largest Pavilion on Xingzi Lake, the one named Zuixian, and softly said:

"To see who’s getting anxious."

"Who?"

"Who," Zhao Rong nodded.

About half an hour later, the three, having enjoyed themselves, stopped their street wandering.

Together, they headed to the Zuixian Building in the middle of the lake...