"Okay, that's decided for the time being. I'll write it down and sort it out, and give it to Junior Sister Jing to read later."
After the discussion among the people in this room was over, Yu Xian took out a pen and paper and started writing, mixed with some scribbling.
"Why haven't you finished it yet?"
Shu Pinghui stared at the wall made of wisteria, with eyes wide open.
Huo Xiumao: "This kind of thing must be quite complicated and will definitely take a lot of time."
Shu Pinghui rolled her eyes and said with a wicked smile, "How about we go take a sneak peek?"
Huo Xiumao was stunned for a moment, then his cheeks turned red and he stuttered: "No, no, no, no need!"
Shu Pinghui was also stunned and said in confusion: "If you don't want to see it, you won't see it. Why do you react like this?"
"puff!"
Wu Yaochen's laughter came from the side. He looked at Huo Xiumao amusedly and said, "Miss Shu means peeking at Fellow Daoist He's technical secrets, not Senior Sister Jing."
Huo Xiumao: "..."
"Hahahahahaha——" Shu Pinghui covered her stomach and laughed, "Senior Brother Huo, are you serious? Why am I peeking at Rong Rong? I already saw it last time when Rong Rong and I took a dip in the colorful fairy spring together."
Facing the banter and teasing of Shu Pinghui and Wu Yaochen, Huo Xiumao felt ashamed and embarrassed, so he turned away and came close to Yin Xueze.
Yin Xueze glanced at him and said coldly: "Do you think they are annoying?"
Huo Xiumao said angrily: "Yes, it's so annoying."
"..."
Yin Xueze expressed his dissatisfaction with the fact that his habitual words were robbed with his eyes.
After a while, the vines suddenly dropped and scattered, and a figure walked out slowly.
Shu Pinghui, who was the first to see the figure, had his eyes shining and his mouth opened in a wide circle.
"Wow!--"
She let out an uncontrollable exclamation.
The reactions of others, while not that exaggerated, were not that good either.
The man in white clothes seemed to have come from another world, and his handsome face was like the snow on the distant mountains or the ice on the cold pond, without any trace of fireworks.
For others, they were more shocked by He Zongtao's magical skills, which could make them completely unable to detect any flaws, and even their spiritual sense could not detect them, as if Jing Yingrong was originally a man. As for the extraordinary male image reflected in the mirror, because she was originally stunning, although they were also surprised, the freshness and surprise accounted for most of it.
But Yu Xian is different.
Her eyes almost popped out of her head, and saliva almost flowed out of the corner of her mouth.
"Jing, Junior Sister Jing, do you and your father look alike?"
Yu Xian was a little awkward when talking.
"My dad?"
I don't know what kind of technique He Zongtao used, but everyone heard a magnetic male voice from Jing Yingrong's mouth.
Jing Yingrong frowned slightly, as if this was a difficult question to answer.
Finally she nodded gently.
Yu Xian: "Then does he look like you now?"
Jing Yingrong touched her face, but shook her head.
"Not so much now."
Yu Xian said "Hey" in confusion.
He Zongtao, who was walking behind, said: "I don't know her father, so of course I can't do it for her like her father. You can understand the truth just by thinking about it."
Yu Xian patted his head: "Yes, I got distracted. Hey, beauty is misleading. Beauty is misleading."
Shu Pinghui: "Master is indeed a master! Rong Rong, I want to touch——"
Jing Yingrong raised her arms, her white sleeves hanging down on both sides, and let Shu Pinghui move her hands up and down.
Shu Pinghui poked here and touched there, praising her endlessly.
Yu Xian lowered his eyes, thought of something, and asked, "Hey, has that place changed too?"
Jing Yingrong: "Well, there is an extra male penis - um."
Shu Pinghui stood on tiptoe and reached out to cover Jing Yingrong's mouth.
Yu Xian: "Can it be used?"
Jing Yingrong raised her head and avoided Shu Pinghui's hand: "No."
Yu Xian: "What's the use of the extra money?"
Jing Yingrong: "Just in case."
He Zongtao: "What if Huan Mei moves her hands and feet and finds out that there is something missing? The secret will be exposed."
Yu Xian: "That's right."
The three male cultivators present except He Zongtao looked at each other in silence at this moment.
He Zongtao warned with a serious look: "Fellow Taoist Mirror, please remember that there is no problem with ordinary touching. You must avoid any skin-to-skin contact that is too close. Try to stay away from powerful magical powers, especially those of water and fire. besides……"
Jing Yingrong agreed one by one.
Afterwards, Jing Yingrong asked everyone: "Do you have a suitable magic weapon?"
The magic weapons she possesses are either too eye-catching and inconsistent with her apparent cultivation, or their appearance does not match the image and style she is currently creating.
By the way, her clothes and accessories were all made by Wu Yaochen and the three of them.
Everyone rummaged through their storage rings.
Yu Xian dug out a pile of axes, sledgehammers, maces, thick knives and other magic weapons, but He Zongtao was the first to exclude them.
Wu Yaochen and Yin Xueze both found a pile of swords, guns, sticks, axes, axes, hooks and forks. There were many kinds of magic weapons. However, these magic weapons were either gorgeous or showy or sinister. He Zongtao selected them and waved his hand.
Most of the magic weapons Huo Xiumao had obtained in the past were sold by him, and the ones that remained were all very practical or had certain special effects, and none were suitable for use.
Finally, He Zongtao picked a jade-white Yaoqin from the magic weapon that Shu Pinghui took out.
The simple and elegant Yao Qin is suspended in front of the mirror, complementing her appearance and clothing at this time, adding a bit of charm.
Shu Pinghui temporarily taught her how to use the Yao Qin and some simple and easy-to-use spells. Jing Yingrong mastered it very quickly, and soon he could use the Yao Qin to perform decent offensive and defensive methods. In Yu Xian's words, as long as he didn't fight against anyone for a long time, it was probably enough to fool the Beast King.
"Junior Sister Jing, take a look at this."
Yu Xian handed Jing Yingrong what he had just written on the paper.
Jing Yingrong glanced at it and said, "What is this?"
Yu Xian: "I've made up a new identity for you. You're not good at lying, so we'll just make it up for you. When Huanmei asks you, it will be easier for you to deal with it. Well, your name is Li Murong, and you are more than six hundred years old. A casual cultivator with no family or sect, he was born in Shuiming Village, Changnan City, Ninghuan Prefecture - this place did exist but disappeared three hundred years ago, so there is no need to worry about Huanmei sending people to investigate. His parents were mortals and had died long ago. The life experiences are written in great detail, and there are basically no loopholes.”
Jing Yingrong stared at the page in her hand and fell into deep thought.
Jijie Pen: "This is useless, right? It's not that you're not good at lying, it's just that you can't."
After thinking about it, Jing Yingrong said in a deep voice: "It will work, I will find a way."
Ji Jie Bi: "Hey, are you still aroused to fight?"
After seeing his face reflected in the mirror and remaining silent for a long time, Yu Xian asked, "Is there anything unclear about you?"
Jing Yingrong: "Your handwriting is not very clear."
Yu Xian: "...It's useless if you don't fix it."
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