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On the highest platform, True Monarch Hongbo and Dr. Wei stood together and looked down.

Since Jing Yingrong entered the main hall, the eyes of both of them focused on her in unison.

True Monarch Hongbo, who was dressed in a green shirt, looked gentle and gentle, even with a probing gaze, he was very reserved.

"Is that her?"

She asked Dr. Wei beside her.

Doctor Wei nodded slightly.

True Monarch Hongbo: "Compared to my imagination, she seems to be much more involved in the world."

Doctor Wei was noncommittal.

After silently observing for a while, the two walked slowly on the platform, continuing the conversation before Yingrong came in.

Dr. Wei: "According to the leader's intention, I will leave after all the people under your command have arrived. I don't know how long it will take?"

True Monarch Hongbo: "From your point of view, you don't really want to stay here?"

Dr. Wei: "I am a doctor, and the affairs here are far from my ability. It is meaningless for me to stay."

True Monarch Hongbo smiled helplessly, "I'm not much better than you. Cultivation techniques and teaching materials are really two completely different things. I really don't know what to do with this important task."

Dr. Wei: "Since the head entrusts this matter to you, he trusts your ability."

True Monarch Hongbo: "It's also because of the limited number of candidates. For those who are more suitable than me, the head of the sect has sent people to sniff out, and they are still opposed to this matter."

Dr. Wei glanced at her and asked, "Why do you agree?"

"The human race has encountered a bottleneck in the realm of Taoism for a long time. It has been a hundred years since the last innovation of the representative exercise "Xuanhong Wenwentu", and other exercises are difficult to improve. The ultimate exercise is so far illusory. "

Hongbo Zhenjun's eyes are far away, as if looking at all living beings through space.

"If you are poor, you should think about change."

After she said this, she immediately gathered her thoughts and looked at Dr. Wei.

"And why are you?"

Dr. Wei's face was expressionless, and he said indifferently: "I work for the head."

True Monarch Hongbo: "Is it the master, or the next master?"

Dr. Wei moved his pupils slightly, and cast a dark and unpredictable glance at her, and when he spoke again, it was already an irrelevant topic:
"Are you sure you're accepted?"

"It's settled. The ceremony is tentatively scheduled for seven days later. In view of the fact that there are many wars and misfortunes, it is not appropriate to publicize things, so I plan to keep everything simple and save others from watching the ceremony."

Hearing this, Dr. Wei remained silent, Master Hongbo looked at her expression, and said casually: "My apprentice 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: "To pay too much attention to what you want, sometimes it may not be good."

Hongbo Zhenjun smiled: "I see. She is a bit persistent, but I also like her enthusiasm, and her talent is second. If you can achieve an infatuation, why don't you abandon some people and the world for it?" No."

Dr. Wei said no more.

……

Jing Yingrong's so-called application was actually a verbal application to Dr. Wei.

Dr. Wei asked her to wait a while, and returned after leaving for a quarter of an hour, telling her that the master was welcome.

Zongmen Hall.

Except for the sect master and Jing Yingrong, there was no one else present, and the hall was quiet and empty.

The head of the sect looked calm, looking at Jing Yingrong in the same way as looking at ordinary disciples.

"Are you going to Shijue Mansion?"

"Ah."

"In what name?"

"..."

Jing Yingrong thought for a moment and said, "Exchange and study."

The Ji Sha Sword in the Sea of ​​Consciousness laughed at the excuse she came up with, but she ignored it.

The leader accepted the project without blinking an eye, and said calmly:
"The Shijue Mansion indeed has many things worthy of our sect's emulation, and the sect will definitely support this matter."

He paused for a while, and then said: "Between sects and sects, send disciples to study at each other's mountain gates. The two parties must agree on matters in advance. It will take a month from the beginning of communication to the issuance of the pass for Shijue Mansion. You can Wait at the Zongmen with peace of mind."

Jing Yingrong: "No need."

Head: "Huh?"

Jing Yingrong: "I have this."

She took out the black token.

It was the palace lord's imperial order that Qian Ran, the lord of the Shijue Mansion, entrusted to the leader, handed over to her after the acceptance ceremony of Tongsheng Daojun.

According to the palace master's order, she can go to Shijue Mansion at any time and be received by Qianran in person.This is more authority than any pass.

The leader recognized the token.The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, regret flashed across his eyes.

"Since you have this, you don't have to bother. When do you want to go?"

"After going out from here."

The head's lips moved, and he only said "yes".

Then he fell silent.

Jing Yingrong stood quietly, her clear eyes reflected the silhouette of the other party.

It seems that after a long time, the leader's voice is deeper than usual:
"Have you ever resented the six patriarchs?"

Jing Yingrong's expression remained unchanged, as if answering a very common question:

"Never."

The head: "Did Daoist still blame them later?"

Jing Yingrong lowered her eyes, as if searching in memories.

"He misses them a lot," she replied.

The master was startled.

Jing Yingrong: "Every one of them, when they passed away, he secretly came back to visit them."

She looked at the unknown place, as if looking at the past years.

"He was very sad, he couldn't hide well, and he was found every time."

The head of the sect was stunned for a long time, and at the same time showed a hint of bewilderment.

"No wonder, before the six patriarchs become immortals, they have to send away their relatives, friends and juniors..."

He sighed softly, then took out something and handed it to Jing Yingrong.

"This is a retrospective image left by one of the six of them. The things recorded in it are related to you and Dao Zun. I will give it to you today."

"Thank you."

Jing Yingrong took the things and didn't look at them in a hurry.

The head: "It's nothing, you can go."

Jing Yingrong: "I have a question."

Head: "But it's okay to ask."

"Which places in Shijue Mansion are worthy of emulation by our sect?"

"...It's getting late, you should start now."

"Oh."

After Jing Yingrong left the hall, the head of the sect received a spiritual message.

The message comes from the array pavilion, the content is that the final inspection procedure of the array has been completed, and it can be officially launched at any time.

He looked out of the hall, with a look of regret reappearing.

"Unfortunately, at this time..."

……

On the square outside the main hall of the Zongmen, Jing Yingrong looked at the gift he had just received.

It was a shadow tracing stone.Different from the current Shadow Tracing Stone that has been improved through generations, this one is bulky in shape and the spirit pattern is also very simple.I don't know whether it is due to the quality or the age, but turbid flocs have grown inside.

When activated, it emits a hazy white light, and images gradually appear in the light.

The image is blurry, and six figures can be vaguely recognized, and the faces and clothing are all unclear.

"Get out of the way, let me record someone drinking too much, look at her blushing hahahahaha."

"Record your ass! I, hiccup, I'll kill you! Put that broken stone away! Listen, hiccup, do you hear me!"

"I see you're both quite drunk."

"Don't talk nonsense, drink! It's rare for the seven of us to get together, and we won't return today if we don't get drunk!"

Compared to the picture, the sound was very clear, it sounded like a lively scene.

"What about Ah Kong, where did he go?"

"He doesn't like drinking, so don't slip away early again."

"He dares! Let's go and catch him."

Just as he was talking, a seventh figure suddenly broke into the screen.

"Stop, stop, listen to me announce something."

Familiar voice, with unparalleled joy and excitement.

"My magic weapon has awakened my spiritual consciousness!"

He laughed, holding up a round glowing thing.

"It spoke to me!"

Drunk people congratulated him one after another.

Someone asked: "What did it tell you?"

"..."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the breath of embarrassment almost penetrated the screen.

But then he temporarily forgot about that trouble, and re-immersed in joy.

Standing among the drunken six people, he held up the things in his hand, such agitated mood would not fade across time and space.

"Haha! My mirror can talk!"