Broken Night

Chapter Three Hundred and Ten ─ ─ looking for a place

"We've been building dozens of Tier 2 tattoos some time ago, and we've made millions. Maybe it's because of this kind of interest that it has attracted the suppression of people who are interested." Zhou Zhong's face became gloomy. Zhou Zhong was one of the people who were expelled from the outer gate of Yunfu in this Forbidden Forest experience.

He didn't have much talent for training in the first place, and he only entered the outer gate of the Yunfu just to make a relationship. He didn't feel pity for this.

His heart is in the mall.

"This time, it is Master Zhou Ling, the real master of grass refining."

Hearing Zhou Zhong's words, Xu Yan was unhappy: "Hey, hey, fat man. What do you mean by this sentence, you mean that I am a master with water?!" Zhou Zhong's heart skipped a beat. , hurriedly flattered: "Of course not, Brother Xu is the most talented fire forging genius I have ever seen!"

The next sentence Zhou Zhong did not say in his heart: But you are still too young after all. Master Zhou Ling is already fifty years old. He has been in the master state for more than ten years, and he is experienced...

Zhou Zhong continued: "Zhou Ling has publicly stated that the weapons built by Brother Xu are illusory and vulnerable to a single blow. At the same time, together with another person, they copied our group buying method and also tailored the second-order tattooed soldiers!"

Speaking of this, Zhou Zhong was full of anger on his face.

The idea of ​​group buying is so unrestrained and fantastic! And this is the business concept he created. Now that he was plagiarized, he was naturally angry and unwilling!

"The main thing is that the opponent shot is Master Zhou! Master Zhou has extraordinary strength, and more importantly, this is the south, and the planting faction is rampant. The grass Lian is more gentle in nature and is more suitable for the tattooists in the south. When the news came out, I was going to meet None of us who ordered the tattoos made a move, and even if Master Zhou offered a higher price, they were all eager to grab the group-buying spots.”

Xu Yan touched his slippery bald head, but thought of the long flame hair that he would grow, so he retracted his hand a little embarrassedly: "Zhou Ling, this name is very familiar..."

Zhou Zhong hurriedly added: "Master Zhou Ling is famous in the south. He is one of the only two master forging masters in Nanhuang City—the disciple of Master Chu Hengshan."

Only then did Xu Yan show a sudden realization.

This Zhou Ling was the forger of that junk sword, the Spirit Slaying Sword, that Xu Yan followed Jin Qianji to the Xuanwu auction that day.

Speaking of Chu Hengshan, Zhou Zhong also showed a respectful look on his face: "Generally speaking, there is no desire or desire to reach the master state. Silver and two are just external things. They are all existences who are dedicated to the Tao. But Master Chu is different. He was an orphan since he was a child, but he was rescued by Lan Chao's adoption system for orphans and brought him up."

"When he grew up, the master of Chu showed his talent for forging. When he stepped into the master, he was rarely like other masters who remained anonymous, but he established it with one hand, and often made tattoos for the masters of the Lan Dynasty. Not only that, We will continue to cultivate new grass refiners to strengthen our southern strength.”

Speaking of Master Chu, it is true that many people will only raise their thumbs to persuade.

As one of the disciples of the time-honored Chu Zongshi, Zhou Ling was naturally also affected. The reputation passed on from Master Chu also benefited his disciples. Just looking at Zhou Ling's shot at this moment, even if the price is increased, it will attract countless tattooists, which shows its influence!

"Humph! What a Zhou Ling!" Xu Yan gritted his teeth, remembering the days when he was so poor.

Cutting people's fortunes is the same as killing their parents!

Xu Yan snorted coldly, "Fatty Zhou, let's go!"

Zhou Zhong was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "Where are we going?"

Xu Yan rolled his eyes: "Of course I'm looking for a place!"

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South Imperial City, Baihu Avenue.

The Southern Imperial City is huge, divided into four avenues. Although each avenue is dedicated to the "Dao", its size is comparable to some medium-sized towns. Xu Yan and Zhou Zhong got off the chariot and looked up at the building ahead.

Buildings in the south are taller than average, and it is not uncommon for buildings to be four or five stories high.

But the building in front of you is the opposite, only two stories high.

But it has its own unique flavor.

The whole building in front of you is made of a kind of straw-like structure, which is extremely simple, which creates a sharp contrast with the luxurious Nanhuang City. But Xu Yan could see at a glance that these seemingly ordinary grasses were actually a kind of tattoo.

Steel grass, said to grow in the northern thorn jungle.

Perhaps due to its influence, its grass feet are as high as the waist of an adult, but they are as strong as thin needles. It is hard to imagine that this is actually a plant. Even so, because it is as hard as steel, it has the characteristics of a plant flavor, and it is the material that many grass refiners use as the basic material for making tattoos. For master-level grass refiners, it is an indispensable material.

When such a massive amount of steel grass is used as a building...

This kind of handwriting is no trivial matter!

In particular, Xu Yan felt a lot of hidden patterns of art, and probably even a lot of patterns were hidden in them for protection.

On its gate, a plaque is placed across it.

thatched cottage.

The two characters are flying and phoenix dancing, but they are clearly visible.

Xu Yan tasted the breath between the lines, and couldn't help being a little ecstatic.

These are two words, but they are not as simple as two words!

From Xu Tian's teaching, Xu Yan has begun to see the whole world from the perspective of "patterns". The meaning of these two words is far-reaching, Xu Yan was shocked to discover that these two words are actually a kind of tattoo!

Zhou Zhong, who was next to him, saw Xu Yan staring at the two words in a trance, so he said with the same longing: "It is said that in those days, the contemporary Yunfu Master had a relationship with Chu Zongshi, and the two discussed Taoism for three days. Three nights. In the end, Master Chu gave Mr. Da a tattoo, and Mr. Da learned that the master of Chu at that time was when he was building the cottage, so he immediately waved his strokes and wrote the calligraphy as a gift to Master Chu."

Xu Yan frowned, is it the big gentleman of Yunfu?

Reading between the lines, Xu Yan could feel the author's calm and wishful thinking. He did not intentionally write the characters in this way, but his proficiency in calligraphy and the profound art of patterning have already entered the realm of unity of artistic conception. Even if you write a word casually, there are infinite patterns in it, which can be described as unfathomable!

Then he thought of the miserable appearance of Mr. San Xu Shichang because he was banned from drinking by Mr. Da, and Xu Yan's face was a little weird.

"Please, let let." A voice sounded, awakening Xu Yan from his contemplation. I saw a woman with a cold face, staring at Xu Yan a little irritably: "You are blocking the way."

Xu Yan nodded and quickly moved away.

The woman stopped talking and walked into the grass hut. At this time, Xu Yan and Zhou Zhong also followed.

When the woman walked in, the middle-aged man standing at the shopkeeper smiled and said, "Welcome, what do the guests need?" The woman's face was calm: "I need a tattoo, a bow. First or second tiers are fine. It must be a boutique.” Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.