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On the 22nd of the twelfth lunar month, tomorrow will be the new year and the day of the temple fair. That night, everyone invited Di Shou, who was given the nickname Qianmianjun to the master of the rivers and lakes, and had more vests than most people saw in their lifetime.

He looked up and down the coaches, and then pointed at Lu Zhengkang, "Just you, the body is similar, just take care of the bones a little, this coach, can act?"

"Not really." Lu Zhengkang answered honestly.

"No, it's too late to learn now. Tomorrow is the temple fair." Di Sou called Lu Zhengkang to sit down in front of the dressing table. He brought a toolbox with the heads of all the teachers around, watching the process of changing appearances, tusk.

Di Sou sat on the left hand side of Lu Zhengkang. In front of Lu Zhengkang, there was a bronze mirror, polished brightly, and the image was naturally quite fuzzy, but it was not bad.

"The skin is good." Di Sou praised, "Among martial arts practitioners, there are not many people who are well maintained like the deer head teacher. I am afraid it is also related to your internal strength, right? The high-quality methods have the effect of maintaining appearance and beauty. ."

The rough guys on the sidelines uttered admiringly, but they were booing.

Lu Zhengkang was sullen and couldn't respond, so he said, "I just know some maintenance skills. Di Sou, what is this you are brushing me now? Egg white?"

"almost."

"There is a fishy smell."

"Add some fungus. Don't worry about this." Di Sou applied a mask to Lu Zhengkang and turned to treat the sludge. These are used to boost the nose and cheekbones.

Lu Zhengkang sighed silently, his dignified demon leader...

The teachers covered their mouths and snickered, the sound was like a group of people sullenly fart. Lu Zhengkang was speechless, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, nothing, just thinking of happy things."

Lu Zhengkang looked at his face in the bronze mirror, the bronze mirror showed a yellow ball, but it still seemed a little whiter than before, and the eyebrows and lips were covered with that layer of "foundation"? In short, now he looks like a faceless man.

He watched and laughed. The room was filled with cheerful air. Di Sou turned his head slightly, "Don't laugh too presumptuously, otherwise it will be ruined."

Lu Zhengkang quickly reduced his smile. Di Sou prepared his special sludge, which looked like a wet red soil, and gave him another layer of ice-cold feeling. This time, everyone laughed louder.

"Don't move, don't move." Di Sou squinted his eyes and used a small spatula to shape the clay. Lu Zhengkang also squinted his eyes. Through the dim candles, the figures floated, smiling faces and solemn faces alternated very quickly. , The world is like a revolving lantern that never stops, and he doesn't know whether he saw the truth at this moment, or the remnants of the scene from the last moment.

Even though he is sober now, he is still a little drunk.

Such a noisy and quiet night seemed to be a scene in his previous life. Lu Zhengkang didn't move. The coaches had laughed, and then they receded and watched Di Sou play with peace of mind. It was a lightly snowy Spring Festival. The room was very quiet, but you could also hear the faint sound of candle fire, as well as the thin movement of Di Xo's scraper across the sludge. The tiny ice crystals outside the house will gently tap the window paper and pile up on the edge of the window, like an inverted shadow. Outside the walls, ponds, and woods, in the huge mansion, some people are laughing in the warm house, some are getting dressed in the cold wind, some are enjoying bathing, and some are cleaning the feces of the stables.

People in the world are always different. Looking at Lu Zhengkang, even at the end of the century, there hasn’t been any major changes in such a scene. Let him say, what he came here for, I’m afraid it’s nothing. He didn’t feel that much when he was practicing. Happiness, when I was a ranger in Chengjiang Station, there was not much depression.

As long as he wants, he can let the secular princes and nobles fall to the ground overnight, and can make street beggars ascend to the sky in one step. However, the monks' views of good and evil and ethics are not close to those of mortals. It should be said that they are too far apart. They are basically two species. Lu Zhengkang is still mixed in the red dust. This is actually a kind of self-torture.

However, he was unwilling to make him work hard every day. That kind of life is like a fairy-man-cultivating game, upgrading monsters and changing maps, just like primitive beasts, with a natural sense of mission chasing him, allowing his desire to expand, conquering everything he sees, and conquering what he can think of. In everything, if you have climbed a mountain, you will say that you have conquered the mountain. If you have crossed a sea, you will say that you have conquered the sea. Let yourself find the meaning of life in the endless expansion of the conquest. Even assimilated and disappeared by this emptiness.

In this life, until now, there is only one thing he really wants, and that is his past life memory. He wants to know what happened at the end of the 21st century, and why his memory is full of blanks?

It's just that this goal is too far, he really doesn't know if he can find it. If you can't find it, then forget it, mainly don't tire yourself.

Lu Zhengkang suddenly laughed, he found that he especially liked thinking about life and getting a haircut when he was free.

Di Si frowned, "Why suddenly laugh?"

"I also think of happy things."

"Smile quietly and don't have too much expression on your face." Di Shou scraped off all the excess oil ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then put a few layers of smooth putty on Lu Zhengkang's face, with sporadic convexities. Starting, this is to prepare for acne, until now, even if the face shape is complete, "Come here tonight, let's talk about the plan, and then I will teach you how to play the second son."

The crowd stayed busy until they were near their son in the night.

Before Lu Zhengkang went to bed, Di Sou put a piece of medicinal gauze on his face and told him not to take it off.

By the next day, as expected, the old lady led a group of female family members to the temple to offer incense. As soon as they left with their front feet, a group of coaches from behind followed them out.

Lu Zhengkang was pulled up by Di Sou less than four o'clock in the morning for the final trimming. It took another three to four hours for the operation. Now the whole set of clothes on his body is dressed up by the nobleman, and everyone pools the money to rent at the pawnshop. Fully armed, he is a cool, warm man, with this appearance, except for the second son Luo Shiqi himself who is not handsome, everything else is fine.

Surrounded by a bunch of bad-hearted doormen, everyone used their own methods along the way. Those who have light work will be more chic, and those who don’t have light work will be quick and easy. After all, everyone is a martial artist. At four feet, everyone has always maintained a similar speed. At this time, someone wanted to show off and said, let's compare the game to see who comes first.

"What's the situation? It's when you are doing business, can you be more serious?" Jade Sword severely condemned.

Everyone coughed twice, "Understood!"

Lu Zhengkang looked strange, "No, why are you so skilled?"

"Where and where."

"Nothing."

Hun Jianglong sighed quietly, "Who hasn't been young and frivolous."

"It really is a robber!"

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