Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

Although he really wanted to beat up the upright Hall Master Jin, Wang Ding finally accepted his sincere suggestion.

The two found a clothing store, and each bought a set of plain-colored long gowns. Wang Ding chose indigo—he liked Zhan Zhao since he was a child, and he especially liked his blue robe. try.

The hall master Jin chose a crescent white robe. In his words, he, a vulgar man, also wanted to try something new.

It is said that people rely on clothes and Buddha relies on gold clothes, and the tough guy Jin Hall Master has a bit of gentleness after wearing this clothes.

"Just a change of clothes?" Wang Ding asked after getting dressed, "I don't think it's useful."

"Don't worry about Guardian Zuo, I still have some props, please allow my subordinates to change costumes for Guardian Zuo boldly."

Seeing that Wang Ding nodded, Hall Master Jin called him into the only inn in the village and found a secluded room. Hall Master Jin took out a box from his arms, took out a bunch of fake beards from it, and stuck it on Wang Ding's chin. .He took out another box of something like rouge, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a light brown paste. Hall Master Jin dipped it in with his fingers and patted it on Wang Ding's face, and then patted it evenly with his palm. Wang Ding's originally fair skin became pale. Become a healthy honey color.

Wang Ding thought, isn't this the cream that modern girls use to repair their appearance?Looking at Hall Master Jin's skillful technique, he is still a master of makeup.Under his command, the handsome and elegant Demon Cult Guardian Zuo has become a mature and charming handsome uncle. Compared with his previous appearance, he is a little more calm and sophisticated and less fatally attractive, and even his peachy eyes are less Somewhat electric.

"Amazing." Wang Ding stood in front of the bronze mirror, and he almost didn't recognize himself in the mirror.

Hall Master Jin smiled honestly, put away the makeup tools, and said modestly, "Running in the rivers and lakes all year round, it is necessary to know how to change your appearance, it is nothing. Zuo Protector has not gone down the mountain with me, so I don't know."

Wang Ding pretended to be deep and nodded, "We set off a bit late today, maybe we won't be able to feel Haitang Town until tomorrow?"

"The subordinate's opinion is to have lunch at this inn, then rush to Furong Town in one breath, rest there for one night, and drive early the next morning to reach Furong Town after noon."

Wang Ding said: "Then do this."

Jinmu Ertang is in charge of the foreign affairs of the Demon Cult. These things are divided into two categories. One is to communicate with other sects, establish their own news network, recruit local disciples, etc.; the other is to manage the foreign affairs of the Demon Cult. The financial revenue of the industry supports the normal operation and various expenses of the Demon Cult.

Although Guardian Zuo is in charge of Jinmu Ertang, he seldom participates in the management on the spot, and mostly manages as a whole. Therefore, whether it is Wang Ding or his original body, his understanding of the place is not as good as that of the hall master and sect master. Hall Master Jin has more experience than him, so his suggestion can be completely adopted.

The two had lunch at the inn, added food and grass to the horses, and after a short rest, they began their frantic journey.

It is also fortunate that these two horses are not mortal things. After staying in the Demon Cult for a long time, they also ate a lot of rare and rare herbs, and maintained super physical strength and endurance. Death.

They hurried and hurried, and finally entered Furong Town when it was almost Haishi.

Hallmaster Jin informed the pawn shop people in Furong Town in advance, and the disciples of the Demon Sect came to welcome them as soon as they entered the town.The Demon Cult has a large pawnshop in Furong Town, and the shopkeeper of the pawnshop is an elder from Jintang, known as Mr. Zhang, who is already seventy-two years old.

Mr. Zhang handled the affairs very well. Not only did he prepare delicious food and drinks for the two of them in advance, but he also boiled the bath water. For Wang Ding who was tired all day, it was a great sense of happiness.

"Mr. Zhang, go and rest. You have worked hard." After eating, Wang couldn't bear to see Mr. Zhang who insisted on staying with them even though he was too sleepy, and told him to go to rest quickly.

Hall Master Jin also said: "Do as Guardian Zuo said."

"Yes," Zhang Lao got up and bowed, "The old man will leave, please protect the left and the hall master, don't blame the old man."

Wang Ding nodded, "You treated us so well, what's your fault, Mr. Zhang, go and rest."

There are more than 70 people and they stay up late with them, it's too hard.

Hearing this, Zhang Lao felt relieved and went to sleep trembling.

After dinner, the servant invited the two of them to the upper room, where the hot bath water was already placed.

After Wang Ding asked Hall Master Jin to wake him up the next day, he sent them all away. He wanted to take a good bath and then go to bed immediately.

After running around for a day, my body is covered in dust, and I feel that I can do without makeup.

He took off his beard and wiped off the layer of "contouring" on his face before he was ready to undress and take a shower.

Perhaps because of this body's strong martial arts and good habits, Wang Ding's vigilance has also increased a lot. Even if this is in the territory of the Demon Cult, he must first check the surrounding situation, close the doors and windows, Only then can you rest assured to take a bath.

This bath is really comfortable, the water temperature is slightly high but it can relieve the fatigue of the body, Mr. Zhang also asked the servant to sprinkle a lot of rose petals in the water, which makes people laugh and cry.

——Thinking about it, this should be the original owner's habit of taking a bath. I don't know where Mr. Zhang found out about it.

A big man soaked in a bath of rose petals, he couldn't be more sissy. Although he, Wang Ding, knew that he might not be able to make a strong attack, he would not be reduced to a sissy, he was a man.

After taking a bath, he asked the servant to remove the bathtub, and after directing everything coldly, he jumped onto the bed, which was quite soft and smelled faintly of incense.

For the first time, I feel that sleeping is such a cool thing!

But... what's the matter with the red bed sheet and quilt cover and the purple veil, why is it so like a replica of his gaudy bedroom!

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