Chapter 22

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In the world of martial arts.

Famous in the world of martial arts.

However, Yue Yuan was still enjoying his life, enjoying his first martial arts career. Although he had interacted with the Quanzhen Sect, the Crimson Snake Immortal, Yang Guo, and Xiaolongnü, there was nothing worth discussing in the martial arts world, so he had no reputation at all.

On that day, Yue Yuan did not make a stunning debut.

In a small town.

Yue Yuan stayed in the town for five whole days before leaving after everything was settled.

The reason he spent so much time here was that he needed to get a new set of clothes. The Daoist robe he was wearing had its sleeves torn from the confrontation with the Crimson Snake Immortal. Even after a skilled woman sewed it, Yue Yuan examined it thoroughly and found it still felt out of place, with a sense of disharmony.

Yes.

It was disharmony.

Because the town was small, in the Song Dynasty, it was a very minor place. There were no outstanding seamstresses here, so the result of the sewing was not satisfactory.

Out of necessity, Yue Yuan decided to have a new set of clothes custom-made.

Finally, Yue Yuan found several sheets of white paper and, using a combination of a brush and charcoal, designed a new set of clothes for himself. This time, it was not a blue and white Daoist robe but a set of apricot yellow clothing.

The only similarity was that both were luxurious.

With Yue Yuan's help, the tailor's shop put in a lot of effort, using almost an entire bolt of high-quality fabric to nervously create the final sample.

In the Song Dynasty, ordinary people were not allowed to wear yellow clothing, but martial artists did not pay much attention to this. They wore what they wanted. Except for those with great wealth and influence, who were more particular about their attire, others did not care.

Just look at the Crimson Snake Immortal Li Mochou, who wore yellow!

Five days later.

Yue Yuan received his satisfactory clothing at the tailor's shop. This time, it was not a Daoist robe but a very luxurious scholar's outfit for a young master. He wore a golden jade belt, held a folding fan in his hand, and had his hair loosely tied into a single ponytail at the back of his head. He also wore a unique golden head chain on his forehead. As he walked, gently waving the fan, he exuded a graceful and elegant demeanor.

Anyone who saw him would exclaim—what a handsome and radiant young master!

As he walked, Yue Yuan faced the astonished and shocked gazes of the passersby. He felt quite satisfied with the attractiveness of his new attire.

Finally, Yue Yuan found his little donkey at the inn. After a moment of reflection, he mounted the donkey and set off.

Even though the golden attire did not match the donkey, Yue Yuan did not choose to ride a horse. After comparing style and comfort, Yue Yuan ultimately chose comfort. In the world of martial arts, it was better not to be too rushed.

The scenery along the way was beautiful, and being too rushed would make one lose many things.

Good clothes, good donkey, good person, and good enjoyment!

However, Yue Yuan's thoughts were dashed when he reached the next larger city. Originally, he had chosen the golden attire to change his identity, not to always be a Daoist. More importantly, he had the idea of making a matching couple's outfit.

Although the golden attire did not perfectly match the apricot yellow of the Crimson Snake Immortal Li Mochou, it could still be considered a couple's outfit.

But...

While the idea was good, reality told Yue Yuan how tragic it was.

In the city.

Yue Yuan had already left his little donkey outside. At the moment, he stood in the middle of the street, holding a fan, with a slightly dazed expression on his handsome face.

"Hmm..."

"This doesn't seem right!"

Standing in the street, Yue Yuan looked at the passersby with a stunned expression, especially the women.

Yue Yuan knew that in the Song Dynasty, brothels were popular, and literati considered visiting courtesans a refined pastime. Women were not as repressed as in the Ming and Qing dynasties, so he could see many women on the street. The sounds of pleasure from the nearby brothels and the fragrances wafting through the air were quite noticeable.

While there were many women in traditional attire, and many were beautiful and graceful, Yue Yuan's attention was not on their appearance but on other aspects.

For example—

The woman who just passed by him wore a yellow robe, a yellow veil, and was adorned with gold and silver jewelry. She walked past Yue Yuan, leaving a trail of fragrance. As they passed each other, Yue Yuan could clearly see her give him a seductive glance.

"..."

Yue Yuan's gaze moved from her face, and the fan in his hand stopped moving. Although the woman was beautiful and her face was veiled, with Yue Yuan's current abilities, the veil could not hide her from his eyes.

The woman's makeup was too heavy, and her seductive manner was too vulgar!

After making this judgment, Yue Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked to the side. He then saw another woman approaching, wearing a tight yellow outfit and carrying a small bow and arrow. The bow and arrow looked too small and weak to even kill a rabbit.

The woman, accompanied by a group of servants, walked past Yue Yuan. As they passed, she glanced at the handsome man in the luxurious yellow attire with a gleam in her eyes.

As they passed, they exchanged a glance.

Too delicate!

After this exchange, Yue Yuan made this judgment.

Although the woman was dressed simply, Yue Yuan could still see her inner nature.

However, what made Yue Yuan feel helpless was why all the women he saw were wearing yellow clothes? This made him feel quite strange.

After inwardly complaining, Yue Yuan resumed the movement of his fan, deciding to ignore these women. He walked a few steps forward, but then stopped again, staring in shock at the end of the street.

There were two people.

A man and a woman.

Both were wearing yellow clothes.

The woman wore a light yellow wide-sleeved dress, and the man's attire was similar to Yue Yuan's, with a golden jade belt and a luxurious look. The man also held a fan, but unlike Yue Yuan, he wore a yellow chrysanthemum on the side of his head instead of a metal ornament.

The man and woman were cuddling and showing affection in broad daylight.

After a moment.

The man and woman stopped a short distance in front of Yue Yuan, and they looked at him with surprise and bewilderment.

"..."

Yue Yuan's gaze swept over the woman and then focused on the man. He looked at the man's attire, then glanced down at his own clothes, and then looked at the man's clothes again.

They were wearing the same outfit!

This was the first thought that came to Yue Yuan's mind, and he couldn't help but feel angry. He thought, wasn't it forbidden for common people to wear yellow clothes in the Song Dynasty?

Why can they wear it?

With various emotions swirling in his mind, Yue Yuan said nothing and had no intention of greeting them. Instead, he turned around, put away his fan, and walked straight to the tailor's shop nearby.

"Shopkeeper!"

As soon as he entered the tailor's shop, Yue Yuan took out a design he had already prepared, which was the original blue and white Daoist robe, and slapped it on the wooden counter. He said to the female tailor sitting inside with utmost seriousness, "Make me a set of apricot yellow Daoist robes with gold thread!"

I don't believe I'll have the same outfit again!

Looking at the shopkeeper, Yue Yuan thought with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

The shopkeeper was taken aback.