I am rich in the fairy world

Chapter 965 Blueprints of Sky City
The drawing was very large and rolled up very thickly, standing on the ground at the height of her chest.

There were many scrolls this big, and some were even bigger, and they looked folded. Hu Zhuo released them all at once. There were many smaller ones, and there were even more, in bundles. If they couldn't be placed on the ground, he would use his spiritual power to hang them above his head.

Hu Qing was shocked: "Did your master pass on the secret of Sky City to you?"

Hu Zhuo was taking out his workbench, a large one, plain and simple, with the only advantage of being flat, and he took a piece of paper and spread it on top. Hearing Hu Qing's question, he looked up at her and said, "Sister, I think this matter has something to do with you."

What do you mean?
"My master didn't have the authority to give me these. Suddenly one day, the master called me to the Sky City and showed me these. When I saw them, I was scared to death. I asked my master about the Sky City, but he didn't tell me a word. The master suddenly showed me this, and I thought I was going to die."

Hu Zhuo thought about what happened that day: "The Sect Master told me that the creator of Sky City was the greatest person in history, and no one can build a Sky City now. He gave me the blueprints and asked me to study them carefully. He wanted me to maintain and repair the Sky City that was damaged after the war."

Hu Qingxin asked: "The Sky City was damaged?"

"It's not serious. Sky City is very powerful, but the outside was inevitably damaged. We have repaired it."

Hu gently pressed his chest: "That's good, that's good."

Hu Zhuo laughed: "The key is that at that time, I was still confused, and the sect leader suddenly said something to me, saying that if I couldn't understand it myself, I could study it with someone I absolutely trusted."

Hu Qing was stunned. What did the Grand Master mean by this?

"Yes, the person I trust absolutely is you, sister. The more I think about it, the more I feel that the master actually wants to give these to you. He also made me swear that if I dare to spread them around and show them to people who can't read them, I will die a miserable death."

Hu Qing: ".So——"

Hu Zhuo said as a matter of course: "I swear on the spot with my heart of Tao and my soul that I will only give you these drawings, the original ones, and then the sect leader nodded."

This, this is really - the oath is too heavy.

Hu Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked, "When did it happen?"

Hu Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "It's been a hundred years since the war. Sister, did you really go to the Demon Realm during the last battle?"

Hu Qing smiled but didn't answer: "Does the Grand Master think I won't come back?"

Hu Zhuo: "He probably thought that if he gave me this, you would come back earlier."

He said, "Sister, I will hand it over to you today. I will not let the Sect Master down."

Hu Qing did not refuse. Sky City was the treasure she had been dreaming of for many years. She had once wanted to steal it on a whim. But she could not win, so she did not dare.

"Did you remember it?"

Hu Zhuo nodded: "I made a replica. Only I can see the replica, and it will self-destruct immediately if anyone else gets it."

He was a man of his word. It was obviously because of his sister that he was lucky enough to have her temporarily, so of course he couldn't let such a big secret leak out.

Hu Qing was touched by the friendship of the Grand Master and decided to go to Shanyang Sect to thank him later and bring a few more jars of good wine. He leaned over the table and looked down at the blueprint. The black words were on white paper, and the lines were in various contrasting colors such as black and white, bright red and gold. The font size was large and small, and the lines were thick and thin. Many of them were very dense, so that Hu Qing only looked at less than one-tenth of the entire blueprint. His eyes were sore and double vision began to appear in front of his eyes.

She stood up and rubbed her eyes vigorously. "People with weak spirits can't even see this picture. I looked at it but didn't understand it. Many sentences seem to make sense, but with my understanding of mechanical engineering, I can't do it at all."

She looked at Hu Zhuo.

Hu Zhuo laughed at himself: "When I first looked at it, I only thought it was the size of a palm." He stretched out his right hand to compare with the corner of the drawing, "It's really this big. I felt dizzy. I looked at it a few more times and the situation was better."

Hu Qingbian asked: "How much have you seen now?"

Hu Zhuo: "I haven't finished looking at this picture yet."

Hu Qing cleared his throat: "That's normal. With my level of cultivation, I can't even see half of it. This thing has too much impact on the soul."

In other words, too brain dead.

Hu Zhuo quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's better to look at the small drawings. But if I don't look at the big drawings and only look at the small drawings, I don't know what those small drawings are used for." He sighed again: "I don't know when I can finish reading all of these."

Hu Qing glanced at him up and down: "Take your time, how old are you?"

His cultivation level is not even at the third level, so we cannot apply ordinary standards to professional talents.

As long as you don't commit suicide, the second level can live for a very long time.

Looking at the vast drawings in the room, Hu Qing sighed in despair and said to Hu Zhuo, "I am good at refining weapons, and I have always lacked your ingenuity and patience. I wanted to refine something with you, but isn't this a major project that requires ingenuity and patience?"

It's pure brain power, force can't help at all.

She said: "Putting this thing in Shanyang Sect is simply a mockery of the Nine Sects and Nine Clans who only grow muscles but not brains."

Hu Zhuo couldn't accept this: "Sister, I can't imagine how brilliant the mechanical arts were in that era. Now, it's in decline."

Hu chuckled: "You can make it glorious again."

Hu Zhuo's face was shy, but his expression was firm: "I will try my best."

Hu Qing was slightly surprised. She was just joking and didn't expect Hu Zhuo to really have such ambition. Seeing the unprecedented light in his eyes, more hopeful than when she rescued him, she was sure he could do it.

"You can do it."

Hu Zhuo's face turned red with excitement. The joy of sharing his secret thoughts and lofty ideals with others and being recognized by others, as well as the confidence that came from the affirmation from the person he cared about most, made him feel at this moment that the blood rushing in his veins turned into mellow liquor and burned.

He can work overtime for a hundred years!

"Sis, these are the little things I made to play with in my free time."

Hu Zhuo tapped a certain position of a large box, and the box started to move by itself, dismantling, growing taller, and opening with a click. The open space was separated in an orderly manner, and soft cushions were inlaid in the grids of various sizes, accurately holding the items inside.

Hu Qing didn't look at the things, but looked around the big box that transformed into a treasure chest in amazement: "There is no spiritual power fluctuation at all, this is a pure mechanism."

In other words, ordinary people can use it.

Hu Zhuo: "Yes. Don't use spiritual power to challenge yourself. These things are all made of materials that do not contain spiritual power. Sister, don't underestimate them because they look ordinary, but they can kill people."

Hu Qing believed it very much. He saw a square of silk fabric folded into small pieces in a square grid. He pinched it with two fingers and shook it. It turned out to be a square handkerchief that was one foot square and looked like smoke and mist. It was light as if nothing was there, and there were embroidery on it. Hu Qing looked at the pattern carefully, shook it along the pattern, and the handkerchief suddenly rolled up by itself and turned into a thin cone. He tried the tip of the cone, it was very hard, enough to pierce the neck of an ordinary person.

She said: "If you go to the mortal world, you can become the leader of the assassination alliance."

Hu Zhuo smiled, took the silk cone, held it upside down and shook it, and it turned into an ordinary handkerchief again.

"It's just a little thing to amuse yourself."

He said he made it for fun to kill time, but most of the things inside were women's products, so it was actually made for her.

Hu Qing liked these things very much, and also liked the thoughtfulness. He waved his hand, collected the things, and released a pile of spirit crystals.

"It costs money to do research, so you can spend it as you like."

Hu Zhuo didn't bother to be polite with her and put them all away.

The two of them started discussing about refining instruments and mechanical engineering, and they were so engrossed in the conversation that they even started a few furnaces temporarily. It was not until Hu Zhuo's master called and asked him to go back that they were reluctant to leave.

"Sister, come find me when you have time, and we'll go see the Sky City together."

"it is good."