Is it possible that you are fond of Chi Ye? "
"No, I didn't..."
"Yes, what's so good about him?"
Jing Yingrong was about to take the next sentence when someone came to visit.
It was the disciple named Zeng.
"Fellow Daoist Mirror, Senior Sister Lin said that we will arrange to make Su Qin's first appearance today. I will take you to Senior Brother He's place to change clothes and put on makeup first."
"good."
When He Zongtao saw Jing Yingrong, he was still in the same posture of rubbing his hands and itching unbearably.
He asked Jing Yingrong to put on one of Suqin's several sets of clothes. This set of clothing is relatively simple and sophisticated, with only one bracelet and simple hair accessories.
Before changing clothes, Jing Yingrong first took off the bodies of Yun Luo and San Ling and put them in the rings.
Then, she sat upright, closed her eyes, and allowed He Zongtao to tinker with her face.
"Okay! Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk! I am really a genius, and so are you, fellow Taoist Jing!"
After finishing her makeup, He Zongtao threw away the tools and couldn't wait to admire his "work".
Ji Yanzhu exclaimed: "Wow, mirror, you look like you are a few years younger."
The make-up done this time is more youthful and delicate, which gives people a completely different feeling from the real appearance reflected in the mirror, but it does not appear out of place, as if she was born this way.
Ji Jie Bi: "According to the setting, when Su Qin first appeared, he was a foundation-building monk who had just come down from the mountain to experience. Looking at it this way, it is indeed consistent."
Ji Sha Sword: "Little sister."
Jing Yingrong held a thin sword - the magic weapon used by Master Suqin. He took out the Jisha Sword body and poked it in the scabbard.
"It's sister."
"Is there a sister who stabs her younger siblings with scraps of metal?"
"Yes, I am."
"..."
The disciple surnamed Zeng over there came upstairs again and asked, "Senior Brother He, has Brother Jing's makeup been finished? Senior Sister Lin is urging me."
"It's done. You can take her there."
A disciple named Zeng took Jing Yingrong to the foot of a hillside. On the hillside, a group of people covered the colorful mountain wall with red rocks and black soil; on the other side, several puppeteers surrounded a puppet that looked like a monster. The shape of this puppet is still very rough and can only be vaguely seen. It appears to be a monster beast like a large long insect; there are several shadow-tracing stones suspended in the air. These shadow-tracing stones are of extremely high quality. Each one has forty-nine sides, shining with bright brilliance. The disciple uses spiritual power to control the shadow tracing stone to move in the air. In addition, there are many people who are very busy performing their respective duties.
In the crowd, a woman was looking around to supervise. The disciple surnamed Zeng brought Jing Yingrong to the woman and said: "Senior Sister Lin, I have brought fellow Taoist Jing." Then he said to Jing Yingrong: "Fellow Taoist Jing, this is Senior Sister Lin Zhi. "
Lin Zhi looked at Jing Yingrong from head to toe several times. The originally cold and serious face softened slightly and said: "It seems that they are not forcing people to enter without reason. He Xiaopang has good eyesight. This is for you." Have you memorized everything?"
Jing Yingrong: "I know it by heart."
Lin Zhi: "Okay, now they are setting up the scene and preparing props. I will take you there to practice first. This scene is very simple. Try to pass it in one go."
While talking, the two came to another nearby hillside.
Lin Zhi moved her finger, and a circle outlined by white light appeared on the slope. She pointed at the circle and said: "Suppose this is the place where Suqin and the Iron-headed Centipede fight. The first scene is when the Iron-headed Centipede rushes towards you. , you used a magic weapon to attack it, but failed to break through its defense, and was knocked away by it and fell to the ground."
After speaking, she took out a white ball with a diameter of three feet, and used her spiritual power to lift the ball into the air corresponding to the circle.
"You think of this ball as the head of an iron-headed centipede. When acting, keep your eyes on it and don't look elsewhere, let alone the shadow-tracing stone."
Jing Yingrong nodded.
"You have the golden elixir cultivation level. When attacking the iron-headed centipede, remember to draw back your strength and use a little spiritual power. You are playing the role of Su Qin, who has a delicate personality, so the range of your movements should not be too large. But she was at a disadvantage at the time, so she should not appear too weak. Too calm. Let me set an example for you. Watch carefully."
Lin Zhi took the rapier from Jing Yingrong's hand, and made several chops lightly and quickly. The sharp sword light came out of the sword. It seemed to be the same as the attack released by the monks in the foundation building period, but the power it contained was extremely small. All the energy is spent on the external performance of the spell, which is almost equivalent to a flower display.
"The shadow-tracing stone cannot record the strength of energy, so the battles in the immortal drama do not need to have real damage that matches the character's cultivation level. If it were real, it would be more realistic and the visual effects would be better, but if that were the case, it would be harmful to the actor. There will be strict requirements on your cultivation and spiritual power control, otherwise it will be easy to accidentally injure people present."
Lin Zhi returned the rapier to Jing Yingrong, pulled Jing Yingrong's sleeves and led her to fly to the front of the ball, saying: "Do as I say, target it and do it."
Jing Yingrong stared closely at the ball, completely restoring Lin Zhi's sword action from body posture to hand details.
The only difference was that the sword light she released was extremely bright, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, attracting the attention of all those nearby.
Lin Zhi frowned: "You used too much spiritual power. This doesn't look like a blow from a foundation-building monk."
Jing Yingrong: "...only used a little bit."
Lin Zhi was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said: "I forgot that you are a Taichu Guan person... I don't have time for you to adjust slowly now, so use this."
She took out a stack of talismans, took out one of them, and stuck it on the hilt of the rapier, just in time to cover it when Jing Yingrong held the sword.
"Change it to activating the talisman while making movements. Come on, do it."
Jing Yingrong followed her words and did it again. This time she directly activated the talisman with her spiritual power, and the sword light emitted by the talisman was similar to Lin Zhi's.
"Well, it's still convenient." Lin Zhi nodded.
Jing Yingrong lifted up the talisman and looked at it for a moment, then said: "Using a low cultivation level to pretend to be a high cultivation level, is this the same method used during battle?"
"Yes, this is a specially customized performance talisman. However, the situation you mentioned usually requires other means to assist. It is quite difficult for characters with advanced cultivation levels to express their strength."
Lin Zhi replied, pasting another talisman on the hilt of the sword, and then talked about the next step: "Next, I will let the 'Iron-Headed Centipede' rush towards you. You should do what you did just now, don't hide. Be an Iron-Headed Centipede." When the centipede happens to hit you, you have to fly out backwards and land in this position."
She flew to a place more than ten feet away and drew a small circle with white light. "Suqin was knocked away, so you have to be in an awkward position when you land. You can roll in two circles. Do you understand?"
Jing Yingrong thought for a while and said, "I understand."
"Okay, you'll take action after I say 'start'. Get ready-"
Jing Yingrong stared at the ball.
"start!"
The ball hurtled toward her.
Jing Yingrong made a move and activated the talisman. The sword light passed over the ball without any hindrance. The next moment, the ball touched her clothes.
Jing Yingrong flew backwards with lightning speed. During the fall, he bent his knees, curled up his body, and protected his head and face with his hands. After landing on the ground, he rolled a few times and then stood up gracefully.
Lin Zhi: "..."
Ji Sha Sword: "This skilled reaction, this smooth movement, tsk, I don't know who I learned it from without telling you."
