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Chapter 210

"Senior Brother He, you are back!"

A passing disciple greeted He Zongtao, who was holding a bucket of flesh-colored mud-like unknown object in her arms.After hearing the sound, the busy people around also stopped their work and greeted He Zongtao.

He Zongtao said to one of them: "Junior Sister Zeng, go and bring Suqin's suits to the third floor."

"Okay Senior Brother He!"

The man took his eyes away from Jing Yingrong and hurried to the other side.

He Zongtao climbed the stairs leading to the second floor with Mirror Yingrong.On the second floor, there is a floor-to-ceiling mirror wall that is several feet long. Looking at herself in the mirror, Jing Yingrong frowned even more tightly.

There were only dozens of people on the entire second floor, and when they saw He Zongtao, they greeted him politely, and at the same time, looked at Yingrong in the mirror.

He Zongtao stopped walking up the stairs on the third floor. He turned his head and glanced at a monk sitting on a chair, and then said to the makeup artist beside the monk:
"Draw the eyebrows again and make them thinner. His eyes are already small. Don't you think it's too stressful to have two big black sticks?"

"Senior Brother He taught me a lesson, so I'll change it now."

The make-up artist quickly picked up the tool and tossed it on the monk's face.The monk smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother He."

Other makeup artists took the opportunity to say:
"Senior Brother He, help me take a look at this makeup, what needs to be changed?"

"Brother, brother, the rouge on her face will dry out and change color when encountering a slightly stronger fire spell. Should I add spirit patterns to the rouge or change the formula?"

"Senior Brother He, the makeup powder you mentioned last time that can resist the influence of spiritual power below the foundation, I made the wrong color, did I make a mistake in any step?"

"The meat glue is too thick and hinders the subtle expressions, what should I do, brother? I have added several lines of spirit patterns, but it doesn't work."

The originally quiet second floor suddenly became noisy.

He Zongtao shouted impatiently: "Ask me about something serious, why don't you stay on the second floor, all your lessons are wasted? Go look up the information by yourself, don't bother me, I'm busy."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the silent group of people and went upstairs with a mirror Yingrong.

There is no mirror on the third floor, and there are no other people. Various objects are piled up on the floor, tables, and chairs, but they are not cluttered.

Jing Yingrong's frowning brows relaxed, and she asked with some doubts: "There are mirrors downstairs, why aren't there any here?"

"I don't need that thing. I have my eyes. Oh, and I'll ask them to send one if you want."

He Zongtao replied while arranging things.He picked up a ball soaked in the crimson liquid, looked at it twice, and cursed: "Sure enough, it's too late. I blame the old guy surnamed Yin for moaning. I'm so pissed off. Do it again." After speaking, he threw the ball out of the window casually.

Jing Yingrong: "I don't need it. What did you throw?"

"Semi-finished lip balm, a new variety I'm developing recently. If it is successfully applied, it can last for ten years without fading or drying, and it will not be affected by injuries to the mouth. Don't stand, just sit and sit."

Jing Yingrong found an empty chair and sat down.

There were footsteps on the stairs, and the disciple who was called by He Zongtao to pick up the clothes just now came up with a pile of clothes.

"Brother, I brought the clothes."

"Put it over there."

"Okay...well, who is this fellow Taoist?"

"Fellow Daoist Jing from Taichuguan. Oh yes, go and tell them that the real person Suqin will be played by her. Also help me inform Lao Lin about when to arrange Suqin, ask her to have Come here to give guidance to Fellow Daoist Jing when she is free, so that she can practice in advance."

"Yes!"

The disciple went downstairs.

He Zongtao walked to the pile of clothes, picked out a whole set including inner clothes, shoes, socks and hair accessories, and said to Jing Yingrong: "Friend Daoist Jing, you can change into this set."

Suqin's several sets of clothes are all light-colored, and the one Jing Yingrong is wearing now is pure white and crystal clear like Chuxue, embroidered with light blue dark patterns, very elegant and beautiful, and its grade is a low-grade spiritual weapon .

He Zongtao couldn't take his eyes off, and said, "Wonderful, I don't believe that any of those people is more suitable for this role than you. Wait, wait, I'll help you put on the jewelry and leave your hairstyle to me. Don't sit still move."

He put those exquisite jewelry, which were also low-grade spiritual weapons, on Jing Yingrong one by one, and then combed her hair.

"What are you pulling my hair for?"

He Zongtao withdrew his hand embarrassingly: "I don't know what's going on with your hair. It makes me feel that every hair is like a magic weapon. It's so strange. I can't help it... Don't worry, there will never be a next time."

The matching hair accessories were fixed in Ruyun's beautiful hair. He Zongtao pressed his palms down on his chest and took a long breath, as if after completing a series of preparations and foreshadowing, he adjusted his state to meet the most critical and important part.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

He let out a series of strange screams, and various tools and objects appeared between his fingers, moving on Jing Yingrong's face at a dizzying speed, resulting in afterimages.

Something covered his face, Jing Yingrong: "Why..."

"Stop talking! Close your eyes!"

"..."

Jing Yingrong closed her eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, He Zongtao's voice sounded next to his ears: "Complete!"

She slowly opened her eyes.

He Zongtao stared at her as if looking at a peerless handicraft, excitedly and proudly said: "Wonderful, so wonderful!"

Shenshen told Jing Yingrong that some changes had taken place on her face.The rosy color on both cheeks disappeared, the already fair and flawless skin appeared even paler, the chin became sharper, the eyebrows became thinner and curved, and the end of the eyes that were originally raised turned downward, looking Pure and harmless.

Although still beautiful, this face has a delicate and weak meaning.

Jing Yingrong studied the attachments on his face, and said, "These have a certain defense against spiritual consciousness and spiritual power."

"Of course, otherwise, what would it look like if you took off your makeup during a fight?"

He Zongtao still stared at her intently, his expression was full of pride.

"Why don't they use spells to transform or change their appearance?"

"Come on, look at their cultivation level, how can they do this. Even if they can do it, how long they can last is a question, not to mention their spiritual power control, if they make it, they will have big eyes, high eyebrows, and eyebrows. , or look like a dummy, don’t count on it.”

He Zongtao spoke with disdain.

Immediately, he remembered his own cultivation, and hurriedly added: "Our sect is different from a large sect like yours. The requirements for cultivation are not high, the main thing is to have good skills."

Jing Yingrong nodded as if realizing something.

He Zongtao became excited again: "Come on, I'll take off the makeup for you, change one set for another, try a few more makeups."

Mirror Yingrong: "..."

(End of this chapter)