Qin Xinyao planned to walk around Qin City with a mirror on this day. She is like a child who writes beautiful articles and can't wait to show her work to her elders.
It's just that she ignored her current identity for a moment, and before she even left the door with her mirror in hand, a group of cronies quickly gathered behind her.
"No need to follow."
She dismissed the attendants with a wave of her hand, took Jing Yingrong's arm and walked out amidst everyone's blank and curious eyes.
However, after leaving the Qin family mansion and walking less than a hundred steps to the street, the two of them had already heard "I have met the master of the family" no less than twenty times.
When another shop owner dropped his work and ran out to greet him, Qin Xinyao reluctantly returned to the mansion with Jing Yingrong.
"I can't go shopping like this. I have to change my appearance."
Qin Xinyao said that she was going to activate her spiritual power. Now that she has achieved spiritual cultivation, it is not difficult for her to deceive low-level monks with her transformed appearance.
Jing Yingrong's eyes lit up, and several items suddenly appeared in his hands.
"I can put makeup on you to disguise yourself."
Although Qin Xinyao had never used the thing in her hand, she knew what it was.
"Sister, when did you learn this skill?" Qin Xinyao looked at those things with interest.
Jing Yingrong replied decisively: "I haven't learned it."
Qin Xinyao was stunned.
Jing Yingrong looked at the ones in her hand and added: "These were given to me by others."
Along the way to Changhuan Mansion, He Zongtao gave her some of his favorite works from time to time.
Qin Xinyao looked hesitant: "But you haven't learned..."
"Others have done makeup on me, and I've seen it done many times."
Jing Yingrong's eyes brightened even more, revealing an eagerness to try, and his plain words seemed to have inexplicable confidence.
Qin Xinyao now understood her intention, looked at her in surprise and amusement, then closed her eyes and opened her eyes, and said with great pride: "Come on!"
Jing Yingrong imitated He Zongtao's posture, using both hands to dance left and right on Qin Xinyao's face, and even Yun Luo rolled up her makeup to join the "battle".
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Xinyao felt the strange touches on her face disappear, and then heard Jing Yingrong's voice: "Okay."
She opened her eyes and her consciousness swept across her face.
Jing Yingrong: "How is it?"
She was not only asking Qin Xinyao, but also asking the three spirits in the sea of consciousness.
Qin Xinyao blinked, her expression a little stiff.
"Very good." Ji Shajian replied.
A small burst of joy rose in Jing Yingrong's eyes.
Ji Sha Jian continued: "Barely like a human being."
The excitement was extinguished.
Ji Yanzhu said angrily: "Why are you being sarcastic? The mirror won't like this kind of joke."
Jing Yingrong: "Well..."
Ji Yanzhu continued: "Just say it's ugly."
Jing Yingrong: "..."
Ji Jie Bi: "How many times have I told you that you two don't need to talk if you can't talk."
Jing Yingrong stared at Qin Xinyao, who had been silent since just now.
"Isn't it pretty?"
"Well……"
Qin Xinyao looked thoughtful, and then said seriously: "It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not. As a first practice, the experience process is the most important. The worse it looks, the more it means that you have a lot of room for improvement, sister!"
Jing Yingrong thought for a moment, arched her eyebrows, and nodded vigorously in agreement.
Qin Xinyao turned her eyes and glanced at the cosmetics placed on the small table beside her by the mirror. She smiled slyly and said, "As courtesy, it's my turn to do your makeup!"
She grabbed the cosmetics and rushed towards the mirror.
…
When the moon was in the sky, the two men, whose appearance had changed drastically, swaggered out of the Qin family mansion after hiding their cultivation.
Although there were strange looks thrown at them from time to time along the way, they were never disturbed by anything else.
The construction in Qin City is centered on the Qin family's mansion and radiates outward. The closer to the Qin's mansion, the more prosperous and prosperous it is, and the higher the level of monks' strength.
Around the mansion, the two of them went to the Preaching Academy to teach martial arts, the War Spirit Arena to teach martial arts, the Shangshan Hall to provide a place for retreat, the major palaces to train alchemy and talisman talents, and the punishment hall. Zhengmingtang, Wan'an Yuan, which is responsible for the city's defense work, etc., are all departments with important functions.
In the past, the Qin family also had Tangkou responsible for these affairs. At that time, they were all set up within the high walls of the mansion, with several courtyards set aside as venues for their duties.
But now, they have become independent gardens, and the area of each place is as large as or even larger than that of a large house. The mansion has become the place where the core figures of the Qin family live, practice, and discuss decisions.
People are not allowed to walk around in many places within these departments, but there is no harm in traveling outside. When passing by the main entrance of Shangshan Hall, Qin Xinyao pointed to the distinctive pavilions and buildings inside and introduced them to Jing Yingrong. The guard not far away looked like he was used to seeing them. It was probably because there were too many foreign monks visiting here and it was a common sight.
Further to the outer circle, there are a variety of shops and buildings with various uses, as well as large and small residences. In one of the shops, Jing Yingrong saw specialties from the Wufeng Sword Sect of Niya Palace in Taichu Temple and other sects.
Further to the periphery, there are strict defense forces everywhere, training grounds that simulate different environments, as well as large public areas such as spaceship parking areas and monster breeding gardens.
Finally they came to the southern corner of the city.
A towering building stands in the south of the city. It was originally an abandoned tower, but was later renovated to make it look new and even more grand than before. The natural texture on the stone on the outer wall forms a pattern that resembles auspicious clouds. The wide and long steps spiral up like a dragon around a column. The highest spire looks like a dragon holding a pearl in its mouth, shining with brilliance.
Many boys and girls were climbing the long steps. These young monks who had just entered the path and were not yet able to fly with weapons were playing a game of foot strength competition to see who could reach the top of the tower the fastest. When they pass by Qin Xinyao, who is slowly climbing up the stairs, they always look at her curiously, but their speed is not slow, and they disappear around the corner in front of her like flying.
Looking up from below, the spire piercing the sky is very sharp. When you reach the top, you will find that the spire is a platform several feet square.
There is a human-shaped sculpture in the center of the platform. The crystal white material is transparent and moist. It is bathed in rain, dew, wind and frost, and glows with infinite brilliance.
The statue has a graceful figure and its clothes are flying, as if it will fly away in the wind the next moment. Her facial features were blurred and her face was slightly drooped, as if she was overlooking the entire Qin City.
Jing Yingrong stared at the statue for a while and asked, "Is this me?"
Qin Xinyao responded with a smile. She reached out and touched the blank base of the statue, looked up at the statue's face, and said, "I was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble to you, so I didn't carve your true appearance."
She paused, took a breath, and said firmly: "When the time is right, I will definitely complete it."
"The time is right..."
Jing Yingrong took her eyes back from the statue and stared at Qin Xinyao.
"If you want, start a sect."
Not a question, but a statement.
Today's Qincheng is like the prototype of a sect.
It is weak, crude, crude, and has many flaws and shortcomings, but it truly reflects the ambition of those in power.
Qin Xinyao answered bluntly: "Yes!"
She stood under the statue and looked into the sky.
"The Qin family is too small, and Helianzhou is too small."
Qin Xinyao raised her arms and opened her palms to the sky.
"I want to establish a sect, create a foundation for eternity, enjoy eternal prosperity, want the mountains and rivers to remember my name, and the sun and the moon to praise my achievements."
The palms suddenly tightened, as if the universe was held in their palms.
Her voice was not loud, and no one nearby noticed it, but it was like thunder, resounding throughout Qin City.
Qin Xinyao looked back at Jing Yingrong, her eyes burning:
"Sister, am I just wishful thinking?"
Jing Yingrong thought carefully.
"I once heard someone say that only with infatuation can you realize your dream. So, it doesn't matter if it is true or not, you can keep going."
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She paused for a moment, her eyes lit up, and she smiled softly and said, "I'm looking forward to it."
Qin Xinyao exclaimed happily.
The two stayed at the top of the tower for a while. Before leaving, Jing Yingrong suddenly thought of something and asked Qin Xinyao, "Can I write an inscription here?"
She pointed to the blank pedestal beneath the statue.
Qin Xinyao: "Of course, what do you want to write? Poems or songs? Warning words? Is it a magic formula?"
She did not answer, but concentrated her spiritual power on her fingertips, and brushed a line of large characters on the base:
Mirror Yingrong comes here for a visit.
