"Now that all the new disciples have arrived, please follow me."
As the sun sets, a mountain platform outside Mingui Peak.
Seeing Jiang Xia, who was arriving late, emerge from the light of the teleportation array, the bald elder, who was wearing a white robe and long hair, also stood up.
He spoke gently to the people waiting in front of the platform, then raised his finger and lightly tapped, and three cranes and wooden kites flew out from the sea of ​​clouds illuminated by the setting sun behind him.
These wooden kites are exactly the same as Wang Liufu’s mechanical beasts. The shape of the crane wooden kite is also the symbol of Elder Sanbao’s lineage.
Not fighting or competing, elegant and transcendent.
The symbol of Elder Shi Yan's line is the large butterfly wooden kite used by Shi Rui. It is very feminine, but also very beautiful. When it flies, it is light and gorgeous.
The wooden kites of Liu Chu's group were all made into the shape of hawks, implying that his group had the responsibility of enforcing the law of the sect.
Majestic, cold, powerful.
Three different looks.
It represents the personality traits and logic of the three elders.
It was not chosen at random.
Of course, given the erroneous style of Liu Chu's disciples, Song Fan and his disciples are specifically mentioned here.
They probably wanted to learn the solemn, upright and awe-inspiring temperament of the law enforcement elder Liu Chu, but they failed to learn it and instead went to the other extreme.
They rarely use the not-so-cool wooden kites as a means of transportation. Whether walking or moving, they always choose fancy ways to show their power.
Song Fan's mist lotus spirit body, Liuyun's flowery footwork and Chu Qiao's riding on the clouds are all manifestations of this deviation in painting style.
"Today I will take you to visit my Mo Shuang Mountain weapon workshop, and tour the various facilities of the sect, as well as the forbidden areas and taboos that cannot be entered. You must listen carefully and remember them along the way.
After everyone knows the sect's rules and taboos, they will be assigned different tasks so that in addition to practicing, they can also do something for the sect within their ability.
If you have any questions along the way, just ask.
Our monastic society will answer your questions with all our heart.
Now, form groups of four , ride on wooden kites, and follow me. Don't fall behind."
Elder Sanbao, who was holding the teapot, was recognized in the sect for his good temper. He spoke in a gentle tone when facing a group of novice practitioners, without any of the arrogance that a great cultivator should have.
The elder just made a spell.
The little jade crane that was perched on the elder's shoulder, like an ornament and emitting a green jade luster, chirped vividly a few times, spread its wings, and flew around the elder a few times.
It grew up in the flowing light, like a real crane.
Full of aura.
But a pair of eyes made of gemstones indicate that it is also a mechanical device.
The elder sat diagonally on the crane's back. The creature looked back at the three wooden kites behind it, then let out a hiss, spread its wings and flew high with graceful movements.
There were also clouds and mists accompanying him, which condensed around Elder Sanbao's body into flowers, birds, fish, insects, and various auspicious beasts running around.
This is not the elder's deliberate display of power.
Rather, when one has reached the spiritual cultivation realm, such a wonderful sight will naturally form as the spiritual energy moves. Moreover, the posture of the spiritual energy's movement will vary depending on the technique practiced.
The thirteen new disciples in the back sat on three wooden kites.
Although they had only been in the class for a day, the divisions among the thirteen people into small groups were becoming increasingly obvious.
Jiang Xia, Ruyue, Long Xinqianduo, and Gu Miao sat together, and the other four disciples who were assigned to be apprentices under Biyue and Xiuhua sat together.
The remaining five are Song Fan’s new disciples.
They naturally clung together.
"Boss, after you and the little fat guy were kicked out of Shangtong Peak, those four guys have been saying bad things about you."
At the moment when the wooden kite flew into the sea of ​​clouds, the girl Gu Miao sneaked up to Jiang Xia and whispered to him as if she was telling him something:
"They seemed to want to please Senior Masters Bi Yue and Xiu Hua, so they said what they wanted, saying that you had brought it upon yourself to be expelled from Shang Tong Peak.
He also said that you dared to tease your master, which is a great rebellion.
I was so angry that I rolled up my sleeves and was about to fight them, but my master stopped me. "
"Let them talk, they have their own mouths and it's their time that's being wasted. I'm not angry at all. Since they did something wrong, shouldn't they allow others to say anything?
But I didn't expect that, little Gu Miao, are you so brave? "
Old Jiang looked back at Gu Miao, who was trying to show that she shared the same hatred for the enemy, and said:
"Your master is my Senior Sister Luoyan?"
"Uh-huh."
Gu Miao nodded repeatedly, with a sense of satisfaction and longing, and said:
"Master is very beautiful and gentle. She treats me very well and even prepared the cave for me in advance. She speaks softly and gently, just like an older sister, like a lady from a noble family.
It's much better than the grumpy Master Xiuhua.
Her two disciples had just started learning yesterday afternoon, and they were severely beaten up by her because they were slow.
Uncle Bi Yue, on the other hand, is a cold and aloof person.
She doesn't really care about her two disciples, she just lets them practice on their own and come to her when they encounter problems. After all, my master is the best ."
"That's right. I heard from Shi Rui before that among the four disciples under Elder Shi Yan, Senior Sister Luo Yan has the best personality and is the one that Elder Shi Yan relies on the most."
Jiang Xia nodded and asked again:
"What about Senior Sister Chenyu? Haven't you seen her? It is said that Senior Sister Chenyu has the highest cultivation among the four disciples. She has reached the peak of the True Cun and is only one step away from the God Cultivation Realm.
He is the most capable fighter under Elder Shi Yan."
“Never seen it, boss.”
Gu Miao grabbed the ends of his hair, tilted his head and replied:
“I heard from Master that before we became disciples, Master Chenyu had already traveled to the Central Continent Spiritual Region. I did see his portrait at Master’s place.
But she was still wearing a veil, so I couldn’t see her face clearly.”
"Did they say anything about me?"
Old Jiang didn't care at all about other people spreading rumors, but the fat boy Qian Duo was a little uneasy. After all, he was implicated by Old Jiang and had a weak personality.
Naturally, I also care about my image and popularity with my master.
At this moment, he asked Gu Miao in a low voice.
The little girl glanced at the little fat boy, crossed her arms, stretched out her voice, and said slowly:
"Who dares to say anything about you, Hero Qianduo?
The battle you had with my sister Ruyue before scared those cowards. They all thought you were a powerful person, and this time you were implicated as a result.
Naturally, no one will say anything bad about you."
"That's good."
Qian Duo felt relieved at this. He secretly glanced at Ruyue, who was kneeling beside Jiang Xia in a ladylike posture and talking in a low voice with the boss. She looked quiet and gentle.
The little fat man shook his shoulders and moved his body calmly to move away from Ruyue. He really had a psychological trauma towards Ruyue who almost killed him and Ah Fu.
But this move made Gu Miao very dissatisfied.
The decoy rabbit girl, who was playing with a lady's pistol, turned around and screamed at the fat boy rudely:
"Why are you so close to me?! Get away!"
"This place is so small..."
Qian Duo complained quietly, and Gu Miao heard it.
The girl, who was unwilling to suffer a loss, glared and stretched out her hand to pinch the fat boy's arm. The latter dodged backwards, causing the steadily flying wooden kite to shake.
He was startled and dared not move.
But Gu Miao rushed over again and started to fight with the little fat boy.
There was a reason why Gu Miao disliked the little fat boy.
Although she and Ruyue were in a state of bait and hunter before, during the process of getting started, she envied Ruyue's powerful posture when killing from the bottom of her heart.
It's like Stockholm syndrome.
After going through a complicated mental journey, this girl regarded Ruyue as her role model, and she also wanted to become such a powerful female monk.
The little fat boy had a fight with Ruyue. In the middle school cognition of a child of Gu Miao's age, she must follow Sister Ruyue's footsteps.
The enemy of my friend is my enemy!
"You should teach her well in the future."
Jiang Xia did not look back, but he could sense the bustle behind him. He whispered to Ruyue who was sitting quietly beside him:
"This girl has started to learn some of your habits. She is a little clever, but she doesn't know how to hide her thoughts. There is no doubt that she lacks a sense of security in her life, so she wants to be another you.
This is a good idea, but there is something wrong with what she has learned. Anyway, you should be careful and don't let her become a little gangster."
"Be me?"
Ruyue was stunned for a moment and said:
"Am I really good? I don't think so. I was almost knocked down by the fat guy before."
"Don't you have any idea in your mind? Among the thirteen newcomers, apart from me, how many are better than you?"
Lao Jiang shook his head and watched the wooden kite begin to descend. The side peak of Mo Shuang Mountain was already before his eyes and he knew that the first stop of the tour was about to arrive.
He said to Kisaragi:
"Anyway, teach her well."
"Um."
Ruyue responded.
Amid the screams and noise behind them, the Wooden Kite Crane carrying them suddenly began to descend, crashed into the sea of ​​clouds, and then circled downwards.
A whistling wind blew away the sea of ​​clouds and smoke in front of them. Soon, after passing the handsome and magnificent mountains, everyone saw a valley in the mountains.
Large areas of ancient buildings stand there, and there are many people moving around.
“That’s not right!”
The fat boy who was rubbing his arm also saw this scene. He frowned and said:
"There are only more than thirty cultivators in Mo Shuang Mountain. Where do so many people come from in the inner sect?"
"What are you looking at?"
Gu Miao next to him immediately retorted dissatisfiedly:
"Look carefully! Is that a 'person'?"
"Well?"
The little fat man blinked, and spiritual power flowed to his eyes, allowing him to see more clearly. Upon seeing this, Qian Duo's eyes widened.
really.
The people walking back and forth in the large building below are not humans!
"It's a puppet."
Jiang Xia also narrowed his eyes. The pupil of his left eye glowed slightly. The "person" below was detected and captured, forming a three-dimensional projection in front of his left eye's field of vision.
During the rotation, the constituent forms of those "people" were decomposed one by one.
“The trunks and limbs are made of spirit wood, imitating human form, and they are agile and flexible. It is hard to determine whether they have consciousness, but judging from their appearance, they should have been programmed with fixed behavior patterns.
That’s what I said.
There are only thirty-six cultivators in Mo Shuang Mountain. Even if each of them has the Eight Hands Divine Ability and refines instruments day and night, it is definitely not enough to meet the number of magical instruments needed by the cultivation world."
Jiang Xia jumped down the moment the wooden kite landed lightly on the ground.
He said to Ruyue, Gu Miao and the little fat boy beside him:
"It seems that most of the magic weapons of Mo Shuang Mountain that are sold all over the world are made by these spiritual wood puppets."
"ah?"
The little fat man exclaimed immediately and said:
"No way, boss. How complicated is it to make this magic weapon? Even a skilled craftsman would make mistakes. How can you let a group of mindless puppets do it?"
"It is because humans can make mistakes and get tired that puppets are used to make large-scale standard magic tools."
Lao Jiang did not answer this question.
Instead, Ruyue flicked her hair and answered for her boss.
When she was fighting in the wasteland world, she saw the robot workshop of the Eternal Life Society with her own eyes.
She knew very well how terrifying the production capacity of these seemingly stupid puppets or robots would be after they were programmed and formed into an assembly line.
While they were talking, the other disciples were also shocked by the huge number of spirit wood puppets before them and they were whispering to each other.
But Lao Jiang did not waste time.
He moved quickly, rushing forward, stopping the nearest puppet and looking its structure up and down.
The puppet in front of me is very crudely made.
Basically, the body is made up of a chopped piece of wood, and then movable joints are made into arms, legs, and flexible fingers.
There are Mohist spells engraved on their bodies, which draw spiritual energy from the surroundings to provide them with power.
There are no facial features on the square face.
It was just inlaid with an exquisite and complex jade plate. If Jiang Xia guessed correctly, this jade plate should be the "CPU" of the spiritual wooden puppet in front of him.
It was stopped by Jiang Xia and did not resist, but stood obediently in place immediately.
It still maintained the posture of holding the box, as if it had shut down, allowing Jiang Xia to do whatever he wanted to it. The other puppets around it were not affected at all and continued to do their own work in silence.
Lao Jiang looked back and saw thirty or forty puppets moving around on the platform in front of him.
Some were carrying boxes, and some were picking spiritual materials.
There are also three people who are specifically responsible for delivering qualified spiritual materials to the workshop in the big house, and taking out boxes of finished magical instruments. There is a house next to it, which should be a warehouse, with a large number of wooden boxes piled up in it.
There was no one in charge during the entire process.
But they each perform their duties and do not interfere with each other.
A highly efficient group.
Needless to say, the big house must be the place where the embryos of magical instruments are produced. Lao Jiang doesn't even need to look at it. He can guess it just by looking at the operation mode of the puppets outside.
Mo Shuang Mountain must have popularized the concept of industrial assembly lines. Only in this way can they meet the huge demand for magical instruments in the monastic circle with a declining number of personnel.
"Fully automatic magic weapon production line... The Mo family really knows how to play."
A bright light burst out from Lao Jiang's eyes, and he said in his heart:
“These puppets can move freely, won’t complain, won’t be lazy, and will keep working as long as there is spiritual energy, and there is no need to pay them.
This is the best employee!
A real tool man!
I want this fully automatic production line!"