The drawings were large, rolled up into a thick roll, and stood on the ground as high as her chest.
However, there are many such large picture scrolls, and some are even bigger. It can be seen that they have been folded. They cut them out and put them out. There are also many smaller ones in successive sizes, and more, in bundles. If they can’t be put on the ground.
Use your spiritual power to lift it over your head.
Hu Qing was shocked: "Did your master pass on the secret of Sky City to you?"
Hu Zhuo was taking out his workbench, which was a large one. It was simple and had only the advantage of being flat. He took one and spread it out on top. Hearing Hu Qing ask this, he looked up at her and said, "Sister, I think this is the case.
, it should have something to do with you."
What's the meaning?
"My master has no authority to give me these. Suddenly one day, the sect leader called me to Sky City to show me these. When I saw it, I was so scared that I lost my soul. I asked my master Tian Tian
My master didn’t tell me a word about the city’s affairs. The sect leader 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 first in history, but no one can build Sky City anymore. He gave me the drawings and asked me to study them carefully, and asked me to maintain and repair them.
The damaged Sky City.”
Hu Qingxin raised the subject: "Is Sky City damaged?"
"It's not serious. Sky City is amazing, but the outside will inevitably be damaged. We have repaired it."
Hu Qing pressed his heart: "That's good, that's good."
Hu Zhuo laughed: "The key is that at that time, I was still confused. The sect master suddenly said something to me, saying that if I couldn't understand it myself, I could study it with someone I absolutely trust."
Hu Qing was stunned, what did the Chief Chief mean by these words——
"Yes, the person I absolutely trust is you, sister. The more I think about it, the more I feel that the sect leader actually wants to give this to you. He also made me swear that if I dare to spread it casually and show it to people who can't read it, I won't be allowed to do it.
Good to die."
Hu Qing: "...so——"
Hu Zhuo said matter-of-factly: "I swore on the spot with my Taoist heart and soul that I would only give you these drawings, the original version, and then the sect leader nodded."
This, this is really—the oath is too strong.
Hu Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked: "When did it happen?"
Hu Zhuo thought for a while: "It's been a hundred years since the war. Sister, did you really go to the Demon Realm at the time of the last battle?"
Hu Qing smiled and did not answer: "Does the head of the clan think I won't come back?"
Hu Zhuo: "He may think that if you give me this, you can come back early."
He said: "Sister, I will leave it to you today to live up to the sect master's trust."
Hu Qing didn't refuse. Sky City was the treasure she had been thinking about for many years. She once wanted to steal it on a whim. She couldn't fight it, so she didn't dare.
"Did you remember it?"
Hu Zhuo nodded: "I made a copy. Only I can see the copy. Others will self-destruct immediately if they get it."
He was very committed to his promise. It was obviously because of his sister that he was lucky enough to have it temporarily. Of course, he couldn't let such a major secret leak out.
Hu Qing was touched by the friendship of the eldest sect leader, and decided to go to the Shanyang Sect to thank him later, and brought a few more jars of good wine. He leaned over the table and looked down at the drawings. They were white paper with black characters, and the lines had various colors such as Wulan, bright red, gold, etc.
Contrasting colors. The fonts vary in size, the lines vary in thickness, and many of them are very dense, so that Hu Qian looked at less than one-tenth of the entire drawing, and his eyes became sore, and double images began to appear in front of his eyes.
She stood up and rubbed her eyes vigorously: "People who are weak in spirit can't even read this picture, and I can't understand it either. Many sentences seem to make sense, but with my understanding of mechanism art, I can't do it at all."
She looked at Hu Zhuo.
Hu Zhuo laughed at himself: "The first time I looked at it, I only saw it was as big as a palm." He took out his right hand and pointed at the corner of the drawing. "It's really that big. It made me dizzy. Later I looked at the situation a few times.
Better.”
Hu Qing asked: "How many have you read now?"
Hu Zhuo: "...I haven't finished reading this picture yet."
"..." Hu Qing cleared his throat: "It's normal. With my cultivation level, I probably can't even see half of it. This thing has a great impact on the soul."
In other words, too dead brain cells.
Hu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief: "It's better to look at the small drawings. But instead of looking at the big pictures, you only look at the small pictures and don't know what those small pictures are for."
Then he sighed: "I wonder when I will be able to read them all."
Hu Qing glanced at him up and down: "Take your time, how old are you?"
The cultivation base is not even at the third level, so ordinary standards cannot be used for professional talents.
As long as you don't seek death, Level 2 people can live for a long, long time.
Looking at the vast drawings in the room, Hu Qing sighed, and said to Hu Zhuo: "I am very good at refining weapons, but I have always lacked your ingenuity and patience. I wanted to do something with you, but this is not the case in front of me.
Is it a big project that requires the most ingenuity and patience?"
Pure brain power, force cannot help at all.
She said: "This thing is placed in the Shanyang Sect. It is simply a mockery of the nine sects and the nine tribes who only have muscles but not brains."
Hu Zhuo couldn't accept these words: "Sister, I can't imagine how brilliant the machine arts was in that era. Now, I'm lonely."
Hu chuckled: "You can make it glorious again."
Hu Zhuo's face showed shyness, but his expression was determined: "I will try my best."
Hu Zhuo was slightly surprised. She just joked casually, not wanting Hu Zhuo to really have such an ambition. Seeing that his eyebrows were brighter than ever before, she was even more hopeful than when she was rescued, and she had already decided that he could do it.
"You can definitely do it."
Hu Zhuo blushed, excited, sharing his secret thoughts and lofty ideals with others, the joy brought by others' approval, and the confidence bursting from the people he cared about most made him feel the rush in his blood vessels at this moment.
The blood turned into mellow liquor and burned.
He can work overtime for a hundred years!
"Sister, here are these, little things I play with in my free time."
Hu Zhuo patted a large box at a certain location, and the box began to move on its own, dismantling it, growing taller, and opening it. The open space was separated in an orderly manner, with large and small grids inlaid with soft cushions.
, accurately jamming the items inside.
Hu Qing didn't look at anything. He looked around the big box that transformed into a treasure chest in surprise: "There is no spiritual power fluctuation at all. This is a pure mechanism."
In other words, everyone can use it.
Hu Zhuo: "Yes. You don't need to challenge yourself with spiritual power. These things are all made of materials that do not contain spiritual power. Sister, even though they look ordinary, they can kill people."
Hu Qing was convinced. He saw a square of silk fabric folded into small pieces placed in a grid. He pinched it out with two fingers and shook it. He saw that it was a hazy handkerchief measuring one foot by one foot. It was as light as nothing and had embroidery on it.
Hu Qing looked at the pattern carefully, and when he shook it along the pattern, the handkerchief suddenly rolled up on its own and turned into a slender cone. He tried the tip of the cone and found 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, shook it upside down, and turned it into an ordinary handkerchief.
"Just a gadget to relieve boredom."
He said he made it for fun, but most of the items inside were women's items, so it was actually made for her.
Hu Qing liked these things very much, and he also liked this intention. He put the things away with a wave of his hand, and released a bunch of spiritual crystals with a bang.
"It costs money to do research, you can spend it as much as you want."
Hu Zhuo was not polite to her and put away everything.
The two exchanged ideas about weapon refining and mechanism techniques, and they were so selfless that they even turned on a few furnaces temporarily. It wasn't until Hu Zhuo's master called to ask Hu Zhuo to come back that he reluctantly left.
"Sister, come to me when you have time, and let's go see Sky City together."
