Hearing Duan Yun say that, Shen Ying’s eyes, as a skin fanatic, lit up as she said, "Really?"
Duan Yun nodded and replied, "Really. This ti, Young Hero Duan will absolutely keep his word."
Shen Ying let go of his hand, helped smooth out his ruffled clothing, and while doing so, said, "As long as you rember, that’s good."
...
Young Hero Duan says and does things promptly.
That very afternoon, without even having afternoon tea, he mounted Big White and set off.
The horse and Little Grey watched the man and bear duo departing, both showing an expression of "Don’t you need us anymore?"
Wangchun City, the great furnace, smoke and fog billowing.
This usually indicates that the forging masters of the great furnace are busy at work.
Duan Yun entered the shop at the great furnace, where he was greeted by that sweet Lady, as always.
She had a deep impression of the handso Duan Yun, and hurried over to welco him when she saw him.
"Custor, long ti no see, I’ve really missed you. I even thought you might not co again," the woman teased.
Duan Yun replied, "Thank you for your concern, Lady. I’m here for business as usual. Is your husband available?"
The woman smiled, her cheeks revealing two sweet dimples, and said, "Mr. Duan, you can talk to about anything."
Duan Yun took out the Xuanlei Iron sword and said, "Can the Lady take charge of such business nowadays?"
He rembered that last ti, business of this level would normally require the man to co forward.
The woman said, "Mr. Duan, it’s true that I’m now in charge of the shop. Alas, my poor fate, my husband passed away from illness two months ago."
"Dead?" Duan Yun said, sowhat surprised.
Firstly, he was surprised that the Shopkeeper had died so suddenly, seemingly in good health and possessing martial arts skills, yet carelessly fell to illness. Secondly, he was surprised at the woman before him, whose every nod and smile were so charming, her eyes seemingly enticing, showing not a trace of a widow’s sorrow, but rather an air of joy.
Seeing the young widow still gazing at him, Duan Yun quickly said, "My condolences, Lady. I wish to sell this sword."
The woman looked perplexed and asked, "You really want to sell such a precious sword?"
"Indeed, I do," Duan Yun replied.
He now had the more suitable Huangshan Golden Sword, so the Xuanlei Iron sword had been set aside. It was perfect to sell for gold and exchange it for silkworm silk to hand-craft stockings for Xiatou Ying.
The young widow looked at the sword and, struggling, said, "Mr. Duan, this sword is already a finished product, I fear it won’t fetch the sa high price as it initially did."
"Didn’t you say that the forging fee wasn’t cheap?"
Quickly serving him tea, the widow said, "You might not know, Mr. Duan, but now that the sword is made, it’s hard to alter due to the special nature of Xuanlei Iron. Plus, having been used by you for a while, it’s akin to second-hand goods.
It’s like , the woman of a dead man, to remarry would probably not be as valuable."
Saying this, she gave Duan Yun a mischievous look.
Duan Yun asked, "Then, what price does the Lady suggest?"
The woman quoted a figure that Duan Yun reluctantly accepted.
A man’s word is his bond, and acts of heroism ultimately have their rewards; there’s no need to fuss over a bit of money.
The woman, holding the sword, couldn’t help but ask, "You’re in a hurry to sell the sword, do you have an ergency?"
Duan Yun nodded and said, "I want to buy so silkworm silk."
"Silkworm silk? How much do you need?" the young widow asked.
"Do you sell silkworm silk here too?" Duan Yun asked in confusion.
"The Yunjin Workshop is the only place that sells silkworm silk around here, and it just so happens that I’m also, sowhat, the second boss there," the young widow replied.
Duan Yun couldn’t help but inwardly exclaim, "Wow, she’s actually wealthy."
Duan Yun inquired about the price and found that it was indeed 10% cheaper than if he were to buy on his own.
"Is this silk genuine?"
"Of course it’s genuine. If you’re still worried, we can do as we did before: take as collateral until you’ve thoroughly checked the goods, then you can let return, how about that?" the woman suggested.
Duan Yun quickly said, "I trust the Lady. Could you please deliver the silk by tomorrow?"
The young widow’s tone was slightly disappointed as she said, "You can rest assured, Mr. Duan. Although it will require so arrangent since you’ve requested quite a lot, I will still fulfill your needs."
...
Thus, Duan Yun acquired the raw material for the stockings.
Now that he had the materials for the stockings, what remained was to weave them.
Duan Yun had never woven anything before, not even a sweater, but now he had to at least weave two pairs of stockings within three days.
He had bought silkworm silk in two colors: snow and ink, and he had already planned to make two types of stockings.
White Silk for hugging long legs and Black Silk for pantyhose.
Although he was clueless about weaving, Duan Yun was far from anxious.
He was a one-in-a-million cultivation genius. If he could create his own Martial Arts, he didn’t believe he couldn’t co up with two pairs of stockings.
The next day, the young widow Shopkeeper personally delivered the silk, and Duan Yun, eager to start making stockings, barely exchanged pleasantries before sending her off.
The young widow Shopkeeper, looking at the dilapidated gate of the Mountain Villa, couldn’t help but feel annoyed, "What kind of person is this!"
Facing the half-bolt of snow and ink-colored silkworm silk, Duan Yun’s gaze was clear.
Crafting two pairs of stockings was not a particularly difficult task for him, especially since both of his Dharma Images wore stockings.
Dressing a Dharma Image in skin might sound simple in thought, but in reality, it’s not so easy.
You see, the more realistic and fine the skin, the more lifelike the Dharma Image will be, so whether it’s Little Yu or the Twin-tailed Boxer, Duan Yun was extrely familiar with stockings.
Now, he was about to "replicate" that skin in reality.
"Breaking Body Sword Energy, co forth!"
With a sudden shout from Duan Yun, the Breaking Body Sword Energy shot out from his fingertips like needles.
The next mont, his hand lifted and the snow-colored silk rose into the air.
The Breaking Body Sword Energy instantly pierced through the silkworm silk, like real fine needles, threading the silk strands.
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