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Chapter 404
"She doesn't hide it at all."

Ji Yanzhu commented on Tu Wei's series of performances, "I'm afraid the mirror can't see that she knows the identity of the mirror."

Jijie Pen: "The head will not spread the truth, so I don't know what kind of words are used to replace it. Look at her, although she can't help it, but it's not too exaggerated."

Jisha Sword: "Isn't that 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.

With such a rough appearance, she made such a sneaky look, which was very funny.

Jing Yingrong spoke: "Old Tu."

Tu Wei was stunned for a moment, and responded with a smile on his face: "Hey!"

She immediately remembered the purpose of her coming here, and said actively: "That's right, I heard from Ding Huai that you left her a message, you want to customize something, right... I won't beat around the bush, If you are looking for her, you might as well look for me, you must know that on the journey of casting tools, I was ranked second and no one was ranked first in the whole view of the beginning. How about it, do you want to cooperate with me?"

Jing Yingrong said without hesitation, "Okay."

"readily!"

Tu Wei clapped his hands and laughed, then asked: "What do you want?"

Jing Yingrong copied exactly what she said to Yinshan.

However, unlike Yinshan's reaction, after the initial surprise and shock, Tu Wei frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, she considered her words and asked Jing Yingrong: "When this thing is made, is it only under your control, or will you share it with others?"

Jing Yingrong: "You want to ask whether the sect can get a certain management authority from it."

Tu Wei nodded heavily, and said: "According to what you said, everyone can use this thing to conceal their identities and speak freely, which means that someone will definitely use it to plot evil, reveal secrets, stir up disputes, or even cause even bigger troubles. If left unrestricted..."

Jing Yingrong said lightly, "It's okay."

Tu Wei was speechless by these three words.

She was stunned for a while, then looked carefully at Jing Yingrong's expression, and finally sighed helplessly.

"Okay, I'll go back and study, let's make things first and then talk about other things."

After all, she made a quick calculation and said, "This thing is not easy to make. I will get some experimental products for you to see the effect. This stage will take one to two years. The cost... I will talk about it later."

Tu Wei got up and wanted to leave, but remembered something before leaving.

"Please take care of Liu Jie. When he wakes up, tell him that all the artifacts in the pavilion are waiting for him to design styles, and he needs to check the selection of materials. Those young bastards have poor taste, and the things they make are ugly. "

Liu Jie is a monk in room No. 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, Jishajian said: "Believe it or not, she went to the head of the house to complain immediately?"

Jijie Pen laughed: "It's just a normal report, this matter must be consulted higher, she can't make the decision."

Ji Yanzhu: "It doesn't matter, anyway, the head has to agree. Ah, do you want to bet, will Yinshan make it first, or Taichuguan will make it first?"

Jing Yingrong did not participate in the gambling in Zhi Haili.She leaned over to the window and looked at the construction site from afar.

The buildings there are nearing completion, and one of them is somewhat similar to the Inner Gate Library.

She rested her cheek with one hand and looked at it leisurely.The breeze blew a few strands of hair, dazzled the thoughts in the eyes.

……

Zongmen Hall.

"That's all she said. I agreed first."

After Tu Wei finished speaking, he spread his hands together.

The headmaster was silent and did not speak for a long time.

Tu Wei couldn't bear it anymore, crossed his waist, and troubled: "Since you said she is...why doesn't she think about the sect at all?"

The sect master closed his eyes, and a sigh echoed in the hall if there seemed to be nothing.

He didn't answer Tu Wei's question, and said, "Just do what she asks."

A look of suspicion flashed across Tu Wei's eyes, but he didn't say much, and replied: "Got it. Hey, if you don't care about what is there, I am really interested in what she said. It is also a challenge for me. If it weren't for the mess at hand to clean up, I would have to focus on it."

The leader nodded slightly, "Don't say anything about this matter for now, choose someone you trust to assist you, and finish it as soon as possible."

Tu Weiruo felt something: "Why, is there someone else arguing with us? Did she tell others?"

The head of the sect: "There is no impenetrable wall in the world. Whether she says it or not, outsiders will always know it in the future."

Tu Wei nodded: "Okay, I will try my best to speed up the progress. For convenience, you have to give me a part of the authority of the Supreme Treasure House. By the way, not only casting technology is required to make this thing, but also Dao Dao and Talisman Dao are also involved. look……?"

Sect Leader: "I'll talk to those two. However, I'm afraid the Zhen Pavilion will have limited help, and they have more important tasks right now."

Tu Wei: "I understand, I don't need them for the time being. Let Lin Muyang concentrate on his work. That's the most important thing now."

……

Zhenge.

The destroyed buildings have been restored, and they are so intact that no trace of the disaster can be seen.

However, the few doormen, the deserted roads, and the fact that they can no longer wait to return to the owner's mansion are all telling the unhealed pain.

In the empty hall that seems to be domed with the starry sky, 30 people formed several circles and sat on the ground with their eyes closed.

Some of these people are from Wufeng Sword Sect and Niya Palace respectively, and Niya Palace has more people than 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 the Wufeng Sword Sect.

In the middle of the three of them stood a square pillar half a person's height, on top of which was suspended a cloud of matter that looked like a nebula.

The small nebula exudes a charming glow, contracting and expanding in a strange rhythm like the breathing of a living being.

It is constructed from billions of formations smaller than dust.

Between the eyebrows of everyone present, a very thin luminescent thread condensed, extending into the nebula, and using this thread to engrave a new pattern.

This action consumes a lot of spiritual power and consciousness. From time to time, some people are exhausted and interrupt the characterization and leave the scene for a rest.Every time at this time, someone outside the field would come out of the darkness to fill the vacant position.

With a low sigh, across from Lin Muyang, a monk in the second circle stood up and walked out with his tired body.

Another person followed suit.

Lin Muyang seemed to have sensed something, and opened his eyes to look, only to see Zhao Jinxu walking silently.

Zhao Jinxu went to the previous monk's place and sat down, as if he didn't see Lin Muyang's gaze, he closed his eyes and drew silk lines to continue drawing the patterns.

The glow of the nebula was projected on his face, like a cold stone statue.

Lin Muyang opened his lips to speak, but only sighed.

……

(End of this chapter)