The morning mist over Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau had yet to fully disperse, and the dew condensed on the bluestone slabs shattered into flecks of gold in the dawn light.
Yang Zhengshan stood beneath a lush Three-Yellow Plum tree, dressed in a loose Daoist robe.
The grayish-blue Daoist robe looked plain, but the green-pine patterns outlined by fine, dense stitching revealed its exquisite workmanship. If one observed it carefully with the Spirit Eye Technique, one would also discover the talismanic Spiritual Light hidden beneath the threadwork.
The Green Pine Daoist Robe, in truth, could not really be called a Daoist robe. It should be called a dharma robe. The green-pine patterns on it were merely Just To conceal the talismanic patterns within.
This was the dharma robe Yu Qingyi had sewn for Yang Zhengshan. Yang Zhengshan liked it very much, especially the green-pine pattern on the front lapel, which he found the most tasteful. Its outline was traced in gold thread, while the pine needles were woven from nine shades of dark-green silk thread.
The stitches were as dense as arrays of pine needles, and only up close could one notice that translucent fluorite fragments were actually hidden at the center of each cluster of needles. In dim light, they glimmered with a faint,幽 blue glow, like frost condensed on pine needles before the morning mist had cleared.
At the cuffs, pine branches wound down to the backs of his hands. The scale-armor-like bark was layered in silver-thread embroidery, and the raised lines happened to fit the course of the meridians.
Whenever magic power circulated, the pine branches would glow with a shimmering green, and the three snow-white cranes perched among the boughs would flap their wings with it, the gold-thread tassels held in their beaks swaying lightly.
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