On the highest platform, Zhenjun Hongbo and Dr. Wei stood together and looked down.
After Jing Yingrong entered the main hall, the two people's eyes invariably focused on her.
Zhenjun Hongbo, who is dressed in a green shirt, looks gentle and elegant. Even his probing eyes are very reserved and restrained.
"Is it her?"
she asked Dr. Wei beside her.
Doctor Wei nodded gently.
True Lord Hongbo: "She seems to be much more worldly than I imagined."
Dr. Wei was noncommittal.
After observing silently for a while, the two of them walked slowly on the platform and continued the conversation they had been having before Jing Yingrong came in.
Doctor Wei: "According to the master's wishes, I will leave after all your people have arrived. I don't know how long it will take?"
Zhenjun Hongbo: "It sounds like you don't want to stay here?"
Dr. Wei: "I am a doctor. The affairs here are too far from my ability. There is no point in my staying."
Zhenjun Hongbo smiled helplessly, "I'm not any better than you. Exercises and teaching materials are really two completely different things. I really don't have the confidence to take on this important task."
Doctor Wei: "Since the boss has entrusted this matter to you, he naturally trusts your ability."
True Lord Hongbo: "It's also because the candidates are limited. Those who are more suitable than me, the leader sent people to check in, and they are still opposed to this matter."
Dr. Wei looked at her and asked, "Why do you agree?"
"The human race has encountered a bottleneck in the realm of spiritual cultivation for a long time. It has been over a hundred years since the last innovation of the sect's representative technique, "Xuanhong Dao Tu", and it is difficult for other techniques to make progress. The supreme realm techniques are so far illusory. "
The eyes of Zhenjun Hongbo were far away, as if gazing through space at all living beings.
"If you are in extreme situations, you should think about changes."
After she said this, her thoughts immediately returned and she looked at Dr. Wei.
"Why are you doing this?"
Doctor Wei's face was calm and he said calmly: "I work for the boss."
True Lord Hongbo: "Is it the leader or the next leader?"
Dr. Wei moved his eyes slightly and cast a dark and unpredictable glance at her. When he spoke again, it was an irrelevant topic:
"Are you sure you have accepted a disciple?"
"It's decided, the ceremony will be tentatively scheduled for seven days later. In view of the current wars and disasters, and the desolation of the common people, it is not appropriate to publicize our actions, so we plan to keep everything simple and save the need for others to watch the ceremony."
Hearing this, Doctor Wei remained silent. True Lord Hongbo looked at her expression and said casually: "My disciple often comes to the island. Doctor Wei, you have been in contact with her from time to time. What do you think of her?"
Dr. Wei pondered for a long time and said: "It may not be good to pay too much attention to what you want."
Zhenjun Hongbo smiled: "I see. She is a bit stubborn in nature, but it is her enthusiasm that I like, and her talent is second. If she can be obsessed with it, why should she abandon some human principles and worldly feelings for it? No."
Doctor Wei said no more.
…
Jing Yingrong's so-called application was actually made verbally to Dr. Wei.
Doctor Wei asked her to wait, left for a quarter of an hour, and returned, telling her that the boss had invited her.
The main hall of the sect.
Except for the leader and Jing Yingrong, there was no one else present, and the hall was quiet and empty.
The head's expression was calm, and the way he looked at his reflection in the mirror seemed to be the same as looking at ordinary people.
"Are you going to Shijue Mansion?"
"Um."
"Going under what name?"
"..."
Jing Yingrong thought for a moment and said, "Exchange and learn."
Ji Shajian in the Consciousness Sea laughed at the reason she came up with, but she ignored it.
The leader accepted the project without blinking an eye, and said with a calm expression:
"There are indeed many things worthy of our imitation in Shijue Mansion, and our sect will definitely support this matter."
He paused for a moment and then said: "Between sects and sects, when sending disciples to the other side's gate for training, both parties must agree on matters in advance. It will take a month from the beginning of communication to the issue of the pass certificate for Shijue Mansion. You can Wait peacefully at the sect."
Jing Yingrong: "No need."
Leader: "Huh?"
Jing Yingrong: "I have this."
She took out the inky black token.
That was the palace master's order that Qian Ran, the master of Shijue Palace, asked the leader to pass on to her after the ceremony of accepting disciples of Tongsheng Daojun.
With the palace master's order, she can go to Shijue Palace at any time and be personally received by Qian Ran. This is greater than any other pass.
The leader naturally recognized this token. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and a look of regret flashed in his eyes.
"Now that you have this, you don't have to go to all that trouble. When do you want to go?"
"After you get out of here."
The leader's lips moved and he only said the word "good".
Then he fell silent.
The reflection in the mirror stood quietly, and the clear eyes reflected the silhouette of the other person.
It seemed like a long time passed before the leader's voice was deeper than usual:
"Have you ever resented the six patriarchs?"
Jing Yingrong's expression remained unchanged, as if answering a common question:
"No."
Leader: "Did Tao Zun still blame them later?"
Jing Yingrong lowered her eyes, as if searching in her memories.
"He misses them often," she answered.
The leader was startled.
Jing Yingrong: "When each of them passed away, he secretly came back to visit."
She looked at an unknown place, as if looking at the past years.
"He is very sad. He cannot hide well and is discovered every time."
The leader was stunned for a long time, and at the same time he showed a hint of surprise.
"No wonder, before the six ancestors emerged, they had to send away their relatives, friends and descendants..."
He sighed softly, then took out something and handed it to Jing Yingrong.
"This is a reflection left by one of the six of them. The things recorded in it are related to you and Tao Zun. I will give it to you today."
"Thanks."
Jing Yingrong took the things and didn't look at them in a hurry.
Leader: "There's nothing else to do, just go ahead."
Jing Yingrong: "I have a question."
Leader: "But it doesn't hurt to ask."
“What aspects of Shi Jue Mansion are worthy of our sect’s imitation?”
"...It's getting late, you should set off now."
"oh."
After Jing Yingrong left the hall, the headmaster received a spiritual message.
The message came from the formation pavilion, and the content was that the final inspection process of the formation has been completed and can be officially started at any time.
He looked outside the hall, a look of regret reappearing.
"It's a pity that it's this time..."
…
In the square outside the sect's main hall, Jing Yingrong looked at the gift he had just received.
That's a shadow stone. Unlike today's Shuoying Stone, which has been improved over generations, this piece has a bulky appearance and simple spiritual patterns. I don't know whether it's due to quality or age, but turbid floc has grown inside.
After activation, it emits a hazy white light, and images gradually appear in the light.
The images were all over the place, and six figures were vaguely discernible, but their faces and clothing were all unclear.
"Get out of the way, let me record how drunk someone is. Look at her blushing hahahahaha."
"Hit your ass! I, hiccup, I'll beat you to death! Let go of that broken stone! Listen, hiccup, do you hear that!"
"I see you're both quite drunk."
"Stop talking nonsense and drink! It's a rare time for the seven of us to get together. We won't go home until we get drunk today!"
Compared to the picture, the sound was very clear, and it sounded lively and lively.
"Where's Kong? Where did he go?"
"He doesn't like to drink, so don't leave early again."
"He dares! Let's go and catch him."
Just as he was talking, a seventh figure suddenly broke into the screen.
"Stop for a moment and listen to me announce something."
The familiar voice carries unparalleled joy and excitement.
"My magic weapon has awakened its spiritual consciousness!"
He laughed and held up a round, glowing object.
"It spoke to me!"
Drunk people congratulated him one after another.
Someone asked: "What did it say to you?"
"..."
The laughter stopped suddenly, and an air of embarrassment almost filled the screen.
But then he temporarily forgot about that trouble and immersed himself in joy again.
Standing between the six drunk people, he raised the things in his hands high, and his excitement did not fade even across distant time and space.
"Haha! My mirror can talk!"
