Just as she had practiced before, Jing Yingrong secretly activated the talisman while drawing out her sword. The sword light flew out with her movements and dissipated instantly when it hit the iron-headed centipede.
The iron-headed centipede swung its tail and hissed, and its momentum continued unabated. The moment it hit Jing Yingrong, it did not bring much impact. Jing Yingrong flew backwards and fell to the ground as if it had been severely injured. The hillside rolled twice before stopping, looking very embarrassed.
She turned her head and looked back, and saw that the iron-headed centipede was already approaching. An expression of panic and fear appeared on her face, her eyes were closed tightly, and she looked extremely helpless.
There was another sound, and Lin Zhi's voice sounded: "Okay, the festival is over."
Jing Yingrong opened her eyes. The iron-headed centipede was fixed a foot away in front of her. From its open bloody mouth, she could see the soft flesh and mucus inside.
Lin Zhi came over, knelt down and asked her, "Do you want to take a rest?"
Jing Yingrong shook his head.
"Then continue."
Lin Zhi exited the scene, Jing Yingrong closed her eyes again and resumed her previous posture.
The sound started again.
Several sharp lights suddenly flashed on the body of the iron-headed centipede, as if it had been attacked by some kind of attack. A large amount of blood spurted out like an underground spring, and the entire body was broken into several sections. The sections were simulated flesh and bones, and even steamed.
Following Lin Zhi's instructions, Jing Yingrong silently counted five breaths, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes. The body of the iron-headed centipede came into view, and she showed a look of surprise.
Outside the venue, several square light curtains were suspended in front of Lin Zhi. The light curtains displayed images from different angles recorded by the shadow-tracing stones near the mirror.
She looked at one of the pictures showing Ying Rong's face in the mirror, and couldn't help but nodded slightly, very satisfied with the expression on Ying Rong's face.
Jing Yingrong was truly surprised, not only her, but also the three spirits.
Jijiebi said: "Even the inside is so realistic. The art of puppeteering has developed to such an extent."
Ji Yanzhu: "Yeah, I thought it was full of broken parts."
Ji Sha Jian: "How come there are no puppeteers in the Taichu Guanbai Arts Competition who use this technique?"
"It will reduce combat effectiveness." Jing Yingrong stood up and replied in the sea of consciousness.
Her steps were frivolous, and she calmly withdrew her spiritual consciousness from the iron-headed centipede's body, while looking around to find something, "The simulated flesh and blood body has extra weight, which will consume more spiritual energy."
"Yes, after all, it is not as flexible as a real puppet." Jijiebi said suddenly.
Jing Yingrong raised her head and looked at the sky.
A branch flew by high up, and her eyes followed the movement of the branch until it fell in the distance.
When she stared at the branches, several shadow-tracing stones were suspended on both sides of her, far or near.
In the light curtain in front of Lin Zhi are all silhouettes reflected in the mirror, some showing the whole body, some showing the upper body, and some only showing the face in profile. Without the frontal eyes, it looks like a picture of a woman looking longingly into the distance, as if her heart is shaking.
A slight smile appeared on Lin Zhi's face, and she raised her palms lightly. The disciple beside her understood and struck each other with short sticks.
After hearing the sound, Jing Yingrong lowered her head and looked in Lin Zhi's direction.
Lin Zhi waved to her and said with a gentle expression: "Well done."
Before Jing Yingrong could react to these words, other people present cheered first. The disciples who controlled the shadow tracing stone gathered around Lin Zhi, while the other group of people surrounded Jing Yingrong.
"You're so awesome. It's so easy to participate for the first time."
"I'm not nervous at all. It's really not easy for an amateur."
"I was prepared to re-record five or six times, but now I don't have to use any spare parts for the puppet. It's very, very good."
"Thanks to your smooth performance, everyone can finish work early! Hahahaha!"
People said nothing to me, and they didn't hesitate to praise their reflections in the mirror.
Lin Zhi took the time to look over here and shouted: "Don't stand around here, let fellow Taoist Jing go change clothes and take off your makeup. Also, who told us to end the work early? We have to make the scene between Wen He and Yuan Yi later. Keep me up for every game and don’t let up!”
The whole place was wailing.
The crowd surrounding Jing Yingrong dispersed and plunged into a new round of busyness. Jing Yingrong was about to leave, but was stopped by Lin Zhi.
"Wait for me to inform you about the next scene. You should practice the part with Suhua, and we will do that part first. The person who plays Suhua is Yu Shuihan. You can talk to her when you have time."
"good."
Jing Yingrong returned to the makeup store, changed into her own clothes, and He Zongtao removed her makeup.
"How about it, I told you it's not difficult, right?" he said proudly.
Jing Yingrong: "It's difficult."
"Huh? But I think you finished it very quickly."
"Lin Zhi helped me."
"Oh, Lao Lin, she has been in the industry for more than two hundred years and is really good at bringing in newcomers. Don't be burdened. The role of Suqin is originally a decoration to show Chi Ye's charm. It's enough to look good. If you act well, you can do it well. The difference will have no impact on the entire fairy performance."
"Um."
He Zongtao asked again: "Have Lao Lin told you about the arrangements for the next show?"
"As I said, let's do the part with Venerable Suhua first."
"Let me think about it, the part between Su Qin and Su Hua... Oh yes, we can do it here by setting up the venue. The two parts with Chi Ye will have to wait until we go to Feiyu Stream."
"Do you want to go to Tianchanque's realm?"
"Tian Chan Que? No, no, that place is now the territory of Junquan Palace. Tian Chan Que...that all happened a long time ago..."
Jing Yingrong: "Tianchanque is no longer here?"
He Zongtao recalled hard: "I'm still here, but it's almost the same as not being there. I don't know very well. This sect seems to have angered a beast king a long time ago and was attacked by a monster. There is no news after that. I usually don't If you want to know how to pay attention to this, you can ask others. By the way, you have nothing important to do, right? If so, I will discuss it with Lao Lin for you. We can finish it here together. The main thing is to go to Feiyu Stream. It’s because Ikeha’s home field has to be done there.”
Jing Yingrong shook his head, took out the map, looked at it, and said, "On the way."
"By the way? Where were you originally going?"
"Sea of Death."
"..."
After coming out of the makeup building and on the way back to his residence, Ji Yanzhu said in the sea of consciousness: "Tian Chan Que, it sounds so familiar."
Ji Jie Bi: "Li Chengkong once mentioned a sect that is very popular when forming a team to fight against the enemy."
Ji Yanzhu: "Ah, I remembered, it's that sect that specializes in healing and assisting others, right? It's very ancient, is it inevitable to decline?"
"The prosperity will inevitably decline," Jijiebi said with some emotion, "No matter how strong the sect is, it will eventually decline. The length of time will vary. I don't know how long Taichu Guan can persist."
Jing Yingrong said calmly: "As long as the family is not wiped out."
"...The requirements are really low."
