Sect Uniform 02

The initial path of the Lingxian Sect was thus completed.

Jiang Youfu looked up at the still very empty mountain and asked Lin Xiao:

"Brother Xiao, when are we going to start building the houses and stuff up there?"

However, everyone saw Lin Xiao shake his head and smile, saying:

"We won't build up there. Everyone has built enough. This place was originally meant to be left for the latecomers, so let the future people build it themselves."

Hearing this, everyone nodded in understanding and had no objections.

It wasn't that they were too lazy to do it.

They just felt that Lin Xiao was right; they had to leave some work for the future people to do, right? Otherwise, they would be so bored.

The process of working together was also a process of quickly getting familiar with each other.

Having nothing else to do, everyone took advantage of the early hour and swarmed into the cultivation room to begin today's cultivation.

Ever since Lin Xiao came out of seclusion, the elders who were originally not very attentive to cultivation had tightened up, wanting to strive to be able to plant hundreds of acres of fields with a wave of their hands as soon as possible.

Under such an atmosphere, the younger generation was also infected and felt a bit of urgency.

Every day when they weren't doing proper business, they felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts.

But Lin Xiao also told them that everything must strike a balance between work and rest. They couldn't let themselves be in a highly tense state for a long time, as this would have some impact on their mental and psychological well-being.

By noon, everyone came out of the cultivation room feeling refreshed after their cultivation, and it was time for their free activities.

Some walked arm in arm towards the talisman-making room and the formation hall.

There were also twos and threes heading towards the spirit fields.

Others went to do other things.

Everyone had their own things to do.

Except for Lin Xiao and General Mo.

During this period, they had almost finished visiting the Lingxian Sect, so Mo Yuanjiao no longer kept his father by his side every day for fear of him getting lost.

At this moment, as soon as he came out of the cultivation room, he and Mo Que disappeared without a trace.

General Mo originally thought that this was exactly when their cultivation ended, so he came over to find his son to chat and take a stroll, but he didn't even get to see his son's face.

Before long, only Lin Xiao, the sect master, was left at the door of the cultivation room.

Seeing General Mo not far away, Lin Xiao took the initiative to greet him:

"Uncle Mo, are you looking for Yuanjiao?"

General Mo, having been spotted, smiled at him and said:

"Haha, no, no, I'm just taking a casual walk."

Lin Xiao stepped forward and said:

"Today is the fifteenth. Fuzi is going to make sweet dumplings later. What filling does Uncle Mo like?"

General Mo laughed and said:

"I have traveled north and south for decades, and I can eat any filling. Don't worry about me."

Saying that, he suddenly added:

"By the way, Sect Master Lin, I received news yesterday that the other two of the three major sects have made some moves. And the elders of the Shangyang Sect who were originally heading to the capital, after hearing the news of Wei Hai's destruction, seem to be planning to return to their mountain gate."

Originally, General Mo intended to tell Mo Yuanjiao about these things and let him convey them.

Hearing this, Lin Xiao nodded thoughtfully and said:

"Thank you for letting me know, Uncle Mo."

He didn't expect that after experiencing a split, this Shangyang Sect would ultimately return to their mountain gate.

However, in this way, who knows what the disciples of the Shangyang Sect who were left behind and not taken away would think of these elders and senior brothers who chose to leave.

What could be expected was that, regardless of the surface, their hearts would definitely not be too friendly.

From this, it could be seen that their neighbor, the Shangyang Sect, would not be able to rise again in the short term.

An organization with scattered hearts and minds would have enough internal problems to reorganize and adjust. It was nothing to worry about.

Seeing that Lin Xiao seemed to have a plan, General Mo said goodbye and left.

Lin Xiao remembered what he planned to do before, went under the ten-mile peach blossom trees, and found the master and apprentice, Yang Jinshu and Lin Yan, who were teaching embroidery under the trees.

Long before, Lin Yan had officially taken Yang Jinshu as her master in the art of embroidery.

"Aunt Yang! Sister Yan'er!"

"Brother Xiao is here, is there something the matter?"

Seeing Lin Xiao, Yang Jinshu, who was explaining needlework to Lin Yan, smiled kindly.

Lin Yan also greeted Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao then stated his purpose:

"Aunt Yang, do you have time recently to come up with a clothing style and pattern for our sect? I want to update our sect's uniforms. The old uniforms can be used as the clothing for entry-level disciples in the future."

Considering that the sect would recruit disciples in the future and there would be more and more people, Lin Xiao felt that it was quite important to make some distinctions in clothing.

It wasn't to show any superiority of class status or the like, but for the convenience of management.

Moreover, their sect uniforms were not just a unification of appearance; the most important thing was that they were Dharma robes with defensive functions.

Due to the different levels of cultivation, they couldn't let those in the Nascent Soul, Golden Core, and Foundation Establishment stages wear uniforms with Qi Condensation stage defense levels in the future...

Therefore, it was very necessary to remake some sect uniforms of different levels.

Lin Xiao thought about it and felt that although he could use the system's synthesis function to make uniforms, he still hoped that everyone in the sect could have more sense of participation in more things.

Regardless of how much they could do.

But he had to give them the opportunity to participate.

Instead of doing everything himself, he felt that this was not conducive to the long-term development of a sect.

Before, there was no choice.

But now everyone had money and free time, so he would try his best to consider these aspects.

Hearing this, Yang Jinshu was a bit surprised, but after seriously considering his words, the thought that everyone in the sect might wear the sect uniform of a style she came up with in the future instantly brought up many ideas about sect uniform patterns in her mind.

So she nodded happily and said:

"As soon as you mentioned this, I had a lot of ideas. Let me sort them out. I'll draw the patterns and show them to you in the next two days. If they're not good, don't be embarrassed to tell your aunt. I'll just ponder over it more."

Lin Xiao revealed his eight neat teeth and smiled at her:

"Of course not, I definitely won't be polite with you. If it's good, I'll definitely have to show it off everywhere! Then let's leave it at that for now. You guys continue learning, I'll leave first, waiting for your good news!"

By evening, Jiang Youfu had made several large pots of sweet dumplings, with several different flavors.

Everyone in the Lingxian Sect waited early at the large dining table under the Guiyuan Mountain Residence for mealtime.

With Jiang Youfu's fairy-like shout of time to eat.

Portions of sweet dumplings, served according to everyone's taste, flew in front of everyone.

The impatient crowd immediately picked up their spoons, hastily blew two breaths at the boiling hot sweet dumplings, and then devoured the baby-fist-sized sweet dumplings in a storm-like manner.

If Ma Changlong were here, he would probably shake his head and call it cows chewing peonies.

But the people of the Lingxian Sect didn't feel that way.

After devouring a bowl, they would wipe their mouths and heartily shout:

"Another bowl!"