Chapter 30 Beauty Face

When Chishui returns to the Cuiyan Sect. It's been days.

Although her face was not obvious, her mood was still a little heavy. During this trip to the secret realm, except for Yuan Ye, the other four people were able to come out safely.

And Qingyuan, after she came out, it was as if what happened in the secret realm of inheritance was an illusion, and she didn't worry about her saying it at all, and she was still kind and friendly to her, which made Chishui even more confused.

Also, the fall of Yuan Ye, I don't know how the people of the Yuan family will feel, you know, Yuan Ye is a descendant of the Yuan family, she is so unknown, I don't know if she will point the finger at her, after all, Yuan Ye is known to the sect about her.

However, even if she was worried, it was useless, and after that, the time she had made with that Minghui senior had arrived, and she was about to enter the Dark Pavilion.

Of course. When she went to see Master Yunqing and the senior sisters, she concealed the fact that she had obtained the pitch-black wooden tablet, which was not hers after all, and the black-clothed senior had not given her any more information until now, I am afraid that she had not yet found the time to come and get the wooden tablet.

She told her about the dangers she had encountered along the way, and she brought an unknown creature to show her. As a result, they didn't know what kind of insect beast it was, so Chishui put it away again.

When she said goodbye to Master Yunqing and went back to her cabin, she saw a transmission note hanging on the door. After she read it, she didn't enter the house, and went directly to the location of the dark pavilion.

This time, the phantom array did not open, and it only took half an hour for her to come to the gate of the dark pavilion, and it was still pitch black. Chi Shui had experience, so he directly pushed open the door and walked in.

As she expected, the Minghui True Monarch was still sitting in the same place, his outfit had not changed, and he never seemed to leave. Chi Shui stopped at a distance of about a zhang from her and saluted respectfully, "Disciple Chi Shui has seen his seniors. ”

After that, the other party is her superior, and it's not okay if you don't be respectful!

"No courtesy." Minghui Zhenjun's attitude was gentle, but the words he said were very firm, "The time has come, you prepare and go directly to the Dark Pavilion." ”

Get straight to the point and extinguish the little hope left in Chishui. Her heart turned. "Senior, there is a question, if the disciple enters the Dark Pavilion now, then on what grounds should he disappear into the sect?"

Last time, there was a reason for the Dao Pavilion to be crazy, but now, everyone in the sect watched her come back from the secret realm safely. In fact, from the bottom of her heart, Chi Shui doesn't want to hide in the dark, although she doesn't have any pursuit of fame, she also hopes to live in the sun and be frank, instead of hiding herself sneakily, as if she can't see anyone.

"That's not a big deal, someone in the sect will handle it." Minghui Zhenjun's tone was light.

Chi Shui paused, and finally said directly: "The predecessor forgives the sin, and the disciple wants to retain his identity in the sect." ”

Minghui Zhenjun looked at her with both eyes, "After you enter the Dark Pavilion, you won't have a chance to stand in front of everyone anymore, even if you keep your identity, it's useless." ”

"The disciple insisted." Chishui's back stiffened. Even if there is no chance, she has to stay, otherwise, she will disappear inexplicably, Master Yunqing and several senior sisters will definitely worry about the abnormality and spend time and manpower to find it, how can she be like this.

Minghui Zhenjun pondered for a moment and asked, "Then how do you want to keep it?" ”

"The disciple wants to keep his identity unchanged, and when he enters the dark pavilion, he will explain to others that the disciple is traveling outside, and the return date is uncertain." Chi Shui said what he had thought about directly.

"No, this is not in accordance with the regulations, there has never been a disciple in the dark pavilion like this." Minghui Zhenjun directly denied, "This involves too much, if you retain your identity like this, then you will have the benefits that the sect should have." ”

"The disciple is willing to give up that part of the welfare." Chishui said hurriedly, looking at each other with burning eyes.

Minghui Zhenjun was stunned, looked at her with a little doubt, and did not answer.

The room was very quiet, but Chi Shui's heart began to sink gradually as time passed.

After a long time, Minghui Zhenjun finally asked: "Since you don't want welfare, why do you insist so much, you must keep your identity?" ”

Chi Shui's eyes were full of hope again, and he said firmly: "The disciple just hopes that he can stand in the sun openly." ”

When Minghui Zhenjun heard this, his face sank slightly, and he asked, "According to your meaning." Isn't it above board in the Dark Pavilion? ”

Seeing this, Chi Shui hurriedly saluted and explained, "The seniors misunderstood, the disciples still have masters and sisters in the sect, and they just hope to have an identity to stand in front of them." Although the disciples have not yet entered the dark pavilion, they also know that each has its own duties, and there is no distinction between light and darkness. ”

"If you know, it's good." Minghui Zhenjun flicked his sleeves, as if his anger had not subsided.

Chi Shui knew that when she saw a turn for the better just now, she was excited and said the wrong thing. But the words were out and could not be changed, so I had to stand aside and wait for Minghui Zhenjun to reply.

After another half a while, Minghui Zhenjun seemed to have thought about it, "If you keep your identity, then you will violate the rule that people in the dark pavilion are not allowed to stand in front of people, and you will have to pay for the equivalent exchange." ”

"Please speak to your seniors." Chi Shuizi also knew that there was no lunch for nothing, so it was up to him to see what kind of conditions the other party was going to propose.

"The mission of the Dark Pavilion, you must do double." Minghui Zhenjun's eyes looking at her at this time were a little complicated.

Chi Shui was silent for a moment, she had not yet entered the Dark Pavilion, and she didn't know what this task was. If you take the liberty of agreeing, you will not be able to do it when the time comes, and you will not be trustworthy.

But if she didn't agree, she wouldn't be able to keep her identity in the sect, which stumped her. However, she immediately thought that since this senior could ask for it, it must have considered her ability, so why should she worry about it anymore," the disciple agreed. ”

Hui Zhenjun stood up and commanded her, "Follow up." She then walked down a corridor in the back.

Chishui followed her as she was told. Seeing that the corridor was dark and deep, with no end in sight, faintly, she felt the wind blowing, but when she paid attention again, there was nothing. Next to the corridor, there were several doors, and she estimated that the secret room where she had been incense pierced was one of them.

After a short time, after passing through more than ten doors, Minghui Zhenjun finally stopped, and Chi Shui saw her hands sealed, pressed the door, and saw the door slowly move aside.

A red light shot out. Chi Shui blinked, and when he got used to it, he looked again, and saw a large stove in the center of the house. In the furnace, I don't know what kind of burning material was used, and there were raging flames, about a foot high, and those flames writhed upward, but there was not a trace of smoke and dust.

On the desk next to the stove, there were several piles of dirt of different colors, which looked like dirt, but she was not sure, because there were several colors of dirt, and they were glowing faintly. At the base of the wall, there are a lot of paint buckets, which are marked with colors on the outside.

To Chi Shui's surprise, on the surrounding walls, there were grimaces, some fierce and evil, some very kind, some slightly smiling, and some like resentful ghosts ......, all kinds of things. It's weird.

"Yan Po, I brought someone here." Minghui Zhenjun said slowly in the direction of the furnace.

Chi Shui was startled, and looked in the direction she was looking, and saw by the stove, a thin, hunchbacked old man, dressed in gray clothes, with all white hair, tied in a bun behind his head, standing by the stove, with a hand as thin as dry wood, holding a very vicious mask and watching carefully.

Her heart sank, just now, she obviously didn't find anyone here, so when did this old man named Yan Po arrive? Or is she always there? Chi Shui hurriedly saluted, "I've seen my seniors." ”

It was only at this time that Yan Po seemed to hear the voice of the outside world, her eyes narrowed into a slit, and she looked at Chishui obliquely, Chishui's body tightened, she obviously didn't feel the coercion, but she didn't dare to move a point, and let the other party look at it wantonly.

After a long time, Yan Po seemed to have seen enough, and her wrinkled face seemed to squeeze out a smile, which made the wrinkles on her face even deeper, she turned her head and looked at Minghui Zhenjun, "Wait a while." The voice was hoarse and dry.

After the words fell, she didn't wait for Minghui Zhenjun's reply, so she went back to the stove by herself, and slapped the stove with her withered hand, the fire rose sharply, and her movements became extremely agile, and after a few swishs, she cut out unequal lumps of soil in several piles of red water, and kneaded them together.

Then, Yan Po used both hands, each pinching each trick, one spell after another, and cast it on the mixed clay one after another.

Chishui saw that the large mass of soil was constantly being rubbed, squeezed, and changed into various shapes, and the various colors of soil gradually mixed together, until in the end, it was no longer distinguishable.

After more than a dozen hours, the clump of earth had turned into a pure white color, glowing softly.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, Chishui would not have believed that the white and pure color of snow would be a mixture of several different colors of soil, which did not conform to the principle of color mixing, and it seemed that there was another mystery in it.

While Chi Shui was secretly guessing, Yan Po suddenly looked at her and smiled weirdly.

Just when Chi Shui was a little inexplicable by her laughter, Na Yan Po's next actions gave her the answer. Then he saw the white earth swept into the air.

After Yan Po's more than a dozen tricks, the clump of soil gradually condensed into the shape of a face, and then a beauty, no, a beauty's face appeared.

Chi Shui blinked, how could she think that beauty was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember seeing it there.

And at this moment, the beauty mask was already flying towards Chishui's position, and Chishui subconsciously wanted to dodge to the side, but was drunk by Yan Po, "Drop a drop of your essence blood on it." ”

Chi Shui did as he said, stretched out his index finger, and squeezed out a drop of blood with all his might, drip it on the face of the beauty that had flown in front of her.

The drop of blood paused on the face for only two breaths, and then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, it broke into countless tiny lines of blood that seemed to spread across the entire face.

It didn't take long for the entire face to be covered in tiny blood streaks like a net, red and white, which looked very weird.

Chi Shui's face changed slightly, and she finally knew why the beauty was familiar, and the outline was clearly according to her face.

It's just that the other party made her facial features extremely exquisite, and she looked innocent with a touch of charm, which was eight feet away from her ordinary appearance.

And after this series of actions, if she still couldn't guess that the beauty face was tailor-made for her, she would have lived for more than a hundred years in vain.

The key is that with such a delicate face, Chi Shui has no desire to wear it at all, she has long passed the age of unexpected appearance, is it possible, this is the prank of that Yan Po?

"Hehehe-" Yan Po seemed to guess the reason for Chi Shui's slight change in face, and laughed a few times before waving her hand and taking the beauty's face back.

Then, Chi Shui saw her roll the beautiful woman's face and send it to the fire in the center of the room, and when she was about half a foot away from the flame, she stopped again.

The tiny blood streaks on the beauty's face were baked by the fire, and gradually integrated into the entire face, and after about half an hour, there was no trace of it.

Chi Shui thought to himself, it took more than ten hours for this face mask to be finally done. She stood here for more than ten hours, which was not at all consistent with what Yan Po said before.

But she peeked at the Minghui senior on the side, and saw that her face was normal, and she didn't think it was strange at all, so she withdrew her gaze, it seemed that she was making a fuss.

At this time, Yan Po had already grabbed the face of the beauty in her hand, looked at it carefully, and just when Chi Shui thought it was finished, she saw her sleeve wave, and a brush about the thickness of a finger flew out of her sleeve and shot into the corner.

When Chi Shui turned his eyes to look over, the brush had already returned to Yan Po's hand with red paint as red as blood.

Yan Po straightened the tip of the pen and drew the face of the beauty that had been rolled into the air. Chi Shui saw the position under the right eye of the beauty's face, and she drew a gorgeous red vine, the root of the red vine, up to the wing of the right nose, on the vine under the right eye, there were several branches, like spikes, giving people a sense of extreme publicity, extremely aggressive, as if it was about to spread to the face.

The corners of Chishui's mouth twitched invisibly, perhaps, this face was not made for her.

Yan Po looked at the painted beauty's face and seemed to be very satisfied, so she threw it on the fire. At this time, something happened to Chishui's surprise, the fire seemed to be alive, and the flame automatically rolled up the face, constantly flipping and burning.

Chi Shui tried to keep his eyes open, but he didn't see any difference between the furnace fire and the ordinary furnace fire, so he had to give up.

It was only at this time that Minghui Zhenjun, who had been standing next to Chishui, made a move, and after she and Yan Po glanced at each other, the two of them sealed their hands at the same time, and suddenly, from the palms of the two, a ball of spiritual power struck the face in the flames.

The face was very strange, as soon as these spiritual light clusters hit it, it instantly disappeared into it, and there was no strange thing to see.

After a few more hours, Chi Shui's face calmly looked at the face that was constantly absorbing the spiritual power of the two of them, and it was no longer strange.

Since entering this secret room, there have been so many surprises that she has regained her original composure.

After a while, Minghui Zhenjun and Yan Po stopped at the same time, and Yan Po rolled out the face of the beauty and looked at it carefully.

Chi Shui also looked at it with some curiosity, the beautiful face was no different from before she threw it in, and when she was puzzled, she saw the beautiful face flying towards her again.

"Put it on and try it." Yan Po's voice followed.

Chi Shui took the face of the beauty, and because he had been paying attention to it before, he didn't look at it carefully, and put it on his face directly. As for the psychological barrier to wearing it, she pressed it tightly to the bottom of her heart.

"Huh?" As soon as Chishui put it on, he felt a warm current surging through his body, and his face did not have the weight of his face, how could it be?

She immediately reached out to take a look, and suddenly, she was a little speechless.

She didn't put on the face of a beauty, but she became that beauty directly. Although it is still black, it is completely different from the set she is wearing, it is the same pure black as the clothes on Minghui Zhenjun's body, and the hairstyle on her head has also changed, and she has tied a bright red hairband, which is printed with the red vine on her face, which looks gorgeous and abnormal.

Chi Shui couldn't help but reach out and touch the red vine on his face, like a birthmark, without any discomfort. She spread her fingers again and looked at them repeatedly, it was not her hand, her fingers were not so slender.

It's all changed! In Chishui's heart, only these three words kept repeating.

And Minghui Zhenjun and Yan Po on the side saw the effect of the beauty's face, and they glanced at each other, and seemed to be more satisfied.

Minghui Zhenjun waited until Chishui regained his calm, and then said, "This is your future image. ”

Chi Shui was stunned, she finally understood what the other party meant when she said that it was useless for her to keep that identity, it turned out that she wanted to live with another person like this?

A sense of rejection suddenly rose in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it, and then she tried her best to hide it, but there was still a trace of reluctance in her voice.

Minghui Zhenjun glanced at her again, "Let's go!" ”

After Chishui saluted Yan Po again, Fang went out with Minghui Zhenjun.

When she returned to the lobby, Minghui Zhenjun directly threw her a piece of jade slip and explained: "This is the rule of the Dark Pavilion, you can take a look." ”

The water probed its spiritual sense into it and looked at it closely.

Half an hour later, she withdrew her spiritual sense and returned the piece of jade to the other party respectfully, her face as calm as ever.

Minghui Zhenjun carefully observed her face and confirmed: "You can see it all clearly?" ”

Horizontal replied. She knew why the other party was asking, but she finally understood what it meant to double the task.

The so-called Dark Pavilion is nothing more than a task issuing organization, and each Dark Pavilion disciple has to get five task points every year. The task is divided into five levels, and if you do a first-level task, you can get a task point. The fifth-level mission, although it has five mission points, is the most difficult and dangerous task.

Doubling her quest means that she must get ten quest points per year.

Chi Shui smiled bitterly, with her current cultivation, a fifth-level task, where would she dare to do it, at most, it was just a second-level task. In this way, she has to be busy with these tasks all year round.

And the red vine on her face, she finally knew what it meant. Every twenty years, the Dark Pavilion will summarize the results of the tasks done by the disciples of the Dark Pavilion, and if the score exceeds a certain score, she can add an extra color to her face, and therefore, she can learn a practical top skill in the Dark Pavilion, and when the time comes, she can go to a special secret room to select.

And in the dark pavilion, it is not based on cultivation. The color of their faces is a sign of their identity. In that beauty's face, there is a secret technique, the disciples in the dark pavilion wear the mask, if it is death, then the image of death will appear on the special jade wall, and other rules are very fine, they just need to follow it.

At least, Chishui's five consciousnesses counted, but he didn't find a single loophole.

"Then you take care of your own affairs and report to the deacon's office!" Minghui Zhenjun commanded.

Shui Xingli retreated, she knew that her life had changed again...

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