"She doesn't hide it at all."
Ji Yanzhu commented on Tu Wei's series of performances, "I'm afraid the mirror won't be able to tell that she knows the mirror's identity."
Ji Jie Bi: "The leader won't tell the truth, so I don't know what kind of rhetoric is used to replace it. Looking at her like that, although she can't help it, it's not too exaggerated."
Ji Sha Jian: "Isn't this an exaggeration?"
Although Tu Wei sat still, his eyes kept glancing at Jing Yingrong. Take a look, take it back, take a look, take it back, take another look, take it back again.
The furtive look on her rough face was very funny.
Jing Yingrong spoke: "Old Tu."
Tu Wei was stunned for a moment, then responded with a smile on his face: "Hey!"
She then remembered the purpose of her coming here and said proactively: "That's right, I heard the message you left for her from Ding Huai. You want to customize something, right? Well... I won't beat around the bush, If you are looking for her, it is better to look for me. You must know that in the process of making the weapon, I am the second and no one is the first in the Taichu concept. What do you think, do you want to cooperate with me?"
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Jing Yingrong said without hesitation: "Okay."
"readily!"
Tu Wei held up his hands and laughed, then asked: "What do you want?"
Jing Yingrong copied what she said to Yinshan exactly.
However, unlike Yin Shan's reaction, after the initial surprise and shock, Tu Wei frowned and fell into deep thought.
For a long time, she considered her words and asked Jing Yingrong: "When this thing is made, will it be controlled by you alone, or will it be shared with others?"
Jing Yingrong: "You want to ask whether the sect can obtain certain management rights from it."
Tu Wei nodded heavily and said: "According to what you said, everyone can use this object to conceal their identity and speak freely, which means that someone will definitely use it to plot evil, leak secrets, provoke disputes, or even cause greater trouble. If not restricted..."
Jing Yingrong said calmly: "It doesn't matter."
Tu Wei was speechless by these three words.
She was stunned for a long time, then carefully studied the expression reflected in the mirror, and finally sighed helplessly.
"Okay, I'll go back and study it right away. I'll make the thing first and then discuss anything else."
After that, she made a quick calculation and said: "This thing is difficult to make. I will get a few experimental products for you to see the effect first. This stage will take one to two years. The cost...forget it later."
Tu Wei stood up and was about to leave, but before leaving, he remembered something.
"Please keep an eye on Liu Jie. When he wakes up, tell him that all the magical artifacts in the pavilion are waiting for him to design, and he also needs to check the selection of materials. Those young brats have such bad taste, and the things they produce are all ugly. "
Liu Jie is a monk in Room 11 on the fourth floor of the Residence Building, and one of the casters recommended by Wu Yaochen to Jing Yingrong.
Jing Yingrong agreed.
After Tu Wei left, Ji Shajian said: "Believe it or not, she immediately went to the head to complain?"
Ji Jie Bi laughed and said, "It's just a normal report. This matter must be reported to someone higher up. She can't make the decision."
Ji Yanzhu: "It doesn't matter, the leader has to agree anyway. Hey, do you want to make a bet, which one will be completed first by the Yinshan side, or by the Taichu Temple side?"
Jing Yingrong did not participate in the gambling game in Shihai. She lay down by the window and looked at the construction site in the distance.
The buildings there are nearly completed, and one of them is somewhat similar to the inner gate library.
She held her cheek with one hand and looked there leisurely. The breeze stirred up a few strands of hair, confusing the thoughts in his eyes.
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The main hall of the sect.
"That's what she said. I agreed to it first."
After Tu Wei finished speaking, he spread his hands.
The leader was silent and didn't speak for a long time.
Tu Wei couldn't bear it anymore, put his hands on his hips, and asked troubledly: "Since you said she is... why doesn't she consider the sect at all?"
The headmaster closed his eyes, and a vague sigh echoed in the hall.
He did not answer Tu Wei's question and said, "Just do as she asks."
Tu Wei's eyes flashed with suspicion, but without saying anything, he responded: "I know. Hey, regardless of the yes or no, I am indeed very interested in what she said. It is also a challenge for me. If I didn't have a mess to clean up, I would have to focus on it."
The leader nodded slightly, "Don't make this matter public for the time being. Choose someone you trust to assist you and complete it as soon as possible."
Tu Weiruo felt something: "Why, is there anyone else arguing with us? Did she tell others?"
Leader: "There is no airtight wall in the world. No matter whether she tells it or not, outsiders will always know about it in the future."
Tu Wei nodded: "Okay, I'll try my best to speed up the progress. For convenience, you have to open up part of the authority of the Supreme Treasure House to me. By the way, to make this thing, not only the casting skills are required, but also the formation, talismans and talismans are involved. look……?"
Leader: "I will talk to those two people. However, I am afraid that the help from the formation will be limited. They have more important tasks at the moment."
Tu Wei: "I understand, I won't need them for the time being. Let Lin Muyang concentrate on his work, that is the top priority now."
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Array Pavilion.
The ruined buildings have been repaired and are so intact that no trace of the disaster can be seen.
However, the few disciples, the deserted roads, and the fact that he can no longer wait to return to the owner's mansion are all telling of the pain that has not yet healed.
In an empty hall with the starry sky as its dome, twenty or thirty people formed several circles and sat on the floor with their eyes closed.
Some of these people come from the Wufeng Sword Sect and Niya Palace respectively, with Niya Palace having more people than the Wufeng Sword Sect.
The smallest ring in the middle is composed of the pavilion master Lin Muyang, a monk from Niya Palace and a monk from Wufeng Sword Sect.
In the center of the three people, there was a square pillar half as tall as a man, with a nebula-like substance suspended on top of it.
The small nebula exudes a charming glow, contracting and expanding in a strange rhythm just like the breathing of living creatures.
It is constructed from billions of formations that are smaller than dust.
A very thin luminous thread condensed between the eyebrows of everyone present, extending into the nebula, and using this thread to carve new formation patterns.
This move consumes a lot of spiritual energy and consciousness. From time to time, some people are exhausted and interrupt the painting to leave the scene to rest. Whenever this happens, someone will come out of the darkness to fill the vacant position.
With a low sigh, Lin Muyang diagonally opposite a monk in the second circle stood up and walked out dragging his tired body.
Another person then entered.
Lin Muyang seemed to feel something. He opened his eyes and looked, only to see Zhao Jinxu walking silently.
Zhao Jinxu walked to the previous monk's seat and sat down. As if he didn't see Lin Muyang's gaze, he closed his eyes and condensed silk threads to continue carving formation patterns.
The glow of the nebula reflected on his face, like a cold stone statue.
Lin Muyang opened her lips to speak, but she could only sigh.
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