Hey, senior brother, you are back! "
A passing disciple greeted He Zongtao, who was holding a bucket of flesh-colored mud-like unknown objects in her arms. After hearing the sound, the busy people around them also stopped their work and greeted He Zongtao.
He Zongtao said to one of them: "Junior sister Zeng, go and bring Suqin's sets of clothes to the third floor."
"Okay, Senior Brother He!"
The man looked away from Jing Yingrong and hurried to the other side.
He Zongtao took the mirror and climbed the stairs to the second floor. The first thing you see on the second floor is a floor-to-ceiling mirror wall several feet long. Mirror Yingrong looked at herself in the mirror, and her frown deepened.
There were only a few dozen people on the entire second floor. When they saw He Zongtao, they greeted him politely and at the same time glanced at the reflection in the mirror.
He Zongtao suddenly stopped as he walked up the stairs to the third floor. He turned his head and glanced at a monk sitting on a chair, and then said to the makeup artist beside the monk:
"Re-do your eyebrows and make them thinner. His eyes are already small. Don't you think it will be a big stress to have two big black sticks?"
"Senior Brother He taught me a lesson, and I will change it now."
The makeup artist quickly picked up the tool and started tossing it on the monk's face. The monk smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother He."
Other makeup artists took the opportunity to say:
"Senior Brother He, please help me take a look at this makeup. Where do I need to change it?"
"Senior brother, the rouge on her face dries and changes color when exposed to a slightly stronger fire spell. Should I add spiritual patterns to the rouge or change the formula?"
"Senior Brother He, the color of the makeup powder you talked about last time that can resist the influence of spiritual power below foundation building is wrong. Did I make a mistake in any step?"
"What should I do if the flesh glue is too thick and prevents me from making subtle expressions, senior brother? I've added several spiritual lines but it still doesn't work."
The originally quiet second floor suddenly became noisy.
He Zongtao said loudly and impatiently: "Ask me about even the most serious matters. Are you embarrassed to stay on the second floor and all your classes are in vain? Go check the information on your own. Don't bother me. I'm busy."
After saying that, he ignored the silent crowd and went upstairs with a mirror to reflect his appearance.
There were no mirrors or other people on the third floor. There were various objects piled on the floor, tables, and chairs, but it was not considered cluttered.
Jing Yingrong's frowned eyebrows relaxed, and she asked with some confusion: "There are mirrors downstairs, why aren't they here?"
"I don't need that thing. My eyes are enough. Oh, if you need it, I'll ask them to send one up."
He Zongtao replied while sorting out the items. He picked up a ball soaked in crimson liquid, took a look at it, and cursed: "Sure enough, it's over time. It's all because of the old guy named Yin who kept grinding. I'm so angry. I have to do it again." After saying that, he threw the ball out of the window.
Jing Yingrong: "I don't need it. What did you throw?"
"The semi-finished lip balm is a new type I have been developing recently. If it is successfully applied, it will last for ten years without fading or drying out. It will not affect your mouth even if it is injured. Don't stand, just sit down wherever you want."
Jing Yingrong found an empty chair and sat down.
There were footsteps on the stairs, and the disciple who had just been asked by He Zongtao to get clothes came up with a pile of clothes.
"Senior brother, I brought you some clothes."
"Put it over there."
"Okay... well, who is this fellow Taoist?"
"Fellow Taoist Jing from Taichu Temple. Oh, yes, go and tell them that the person who will play the role of Suqin has been decided, and she is her. And help me inform Lao Lin to see when Suqin's part will be arranged, and ask her to have it. Come over when you are free to give guidance to fellow Taoist Jing so that she can practice in advance."
"yes!"
The disciple went downstairs.
He Zongtao walked to the pile of clothes, picked out a complete set including underwear, shoes, socks, and hair accessories, and said to the mirror: "Fellow Taoist Mirror, please put on this set."
Su Qin's several sets of clothes are all light-colored. The one Jing Yingrong puts on at the moment is pure white and crystal clear like Chuxue. It is embroidered with light blue dark patterns. It is very elegant and beautiful. It is a low-grade spiritual weapon. .
He Zongtao couldn't take his eyes away and said: "Wonderful, I don't believe that any of those people is more suitable for this role than you. Wait, wait, I will help you put on the jewelry and leave the hairstyle to me. Just sit back and say goodbye." move."
He put on the exquisite jewelry that were also low-grade spiritual weapons one by one for Mirror Yingrong, and then combed her hair.
"Why are you pulling out my hair?"
He Zongtao retracted his hand coquettishly: "I don't know what's going on with your hair. It makes me feel like each hair is like a magic weapon. It's so strange that I can't help but... Don't worry, there will never be a next time."
The matching hair accessories were fixed in the cloud-like hair. He Zongtao pressed his palms down on his chest and took a long breath, as if he had completed a series of preparations and foreshadowing and adjusted his state to meet the most critical and important part.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! -"
He let out a series of strange screams, and various tools and items appeared between his fingers, moving at a dizzying speed on Jing Yingrong's face, creating afterimages.
Something covered his face, and the mirror reflected his face: "Why..."
"Stop talking! Close your eyes!"
"..."
Jing Yingrong closed her eyes.
I don’t know how long it took, but He Zongtao’s voice sounded in my ears: “Done!”
She slowly opened her eyes.
He Zongtao stared at her as if looking at a peerless work of art, and said excitedly and proudly: "Wonderful, so wonderful!"
Divine consciousness told Jing Yingrong that some changes had taken place in her face. The rosy color on the cheeks disappeared, the already fair and flawless skin looked paler, the chin became sharper, the eyebrows became thin and curved, and the ends of the eyes that were originally raised turned downward, making it look like Innocence is harmless.
Although still beautiful, this face has a delicate and frail look.
Jing Yingrong studied the attachments on her face and said, "These have a certain defense against spiritual consciousness and spiritual power."
"Of course, otherwise what would it look like if the makeup fell off during a fight?"
He Zongtao still stared at her intently, his expression full of pride.
"Why don't they use magic to transform or change their appearance?"
"Come on, look at their cultivation, how can they do this? Even if they can do it, how long they can persist is a question, not to mention their spiritual power control, which makes their eyes too big and their eyebrows too ugly to look at. , or it looks like a dummy, so don’t count on it.”
He Zongtao said with disdain.
He then thought of his own cultivation, and hurriedly added: "Our sect is different from big sects like yours. We don't have high requirements for cultivation. The main thing is good skills."
Jing Yingrong nodded with understanding.
He Zongtao became excited again: "Come here, I will take off your makeup. Change one set to the next and try on a few more makeups."
Jing Yingrong: "..."
