This year's monsters are super fierce [75]

Zhan Zhao looked at Yan Buzhou's serious and innocent face, and thought that he was a liar and coaxed him again.However, what else can he do besides continue to lead the way, is it necessary to argue clearly what the eyes of pure admiration should look like?

"You don't learn from Lao Dao, that wooden bird is not a serious bird. Otherwise, it will not know how to recite characters, and all the hair on the bird's body will fall off."

"Oh, I see." Yan Buzhou replied straightforwardly, but knowing it didn't mean promising to obey.

Then she sneaked a few glances at Zhan Zhao, don't think she didn't notice that the corner of a certain cat's mouth curled up, but it proved that everyone likes to hear sweet words.

If there are words, it doesn't feel special to say them.

However, what if you tattoo that sentence on your body?

Through the many alleys.

Northwest Wazi, at the end of a dead-end alley, the flag of "Danxue Shanshe" is flying in front of a hidden shop.

Yan Buzhou was slightly taken aback when he saw these four words, and after Zhan Zhao knocked on the door, a lazy voice came from inside.

"Hands are sore and I don't want to move. Just be casual outside."

After entering the door, the person leaning on the recliner with his eyes closed is casual enough.

She was wearing a colorful colorful dress that was loose and not fastened, revealing her fair arms and legs. Her long black hair was loose and half covered her chest, and she could vaguely see that her chest muscles were well trained.

These are not surprising enough.

I saw Feng Huang had a tattoo of "De" on his neck, the word "Yi" tattooed on his left and right arms, the word "Ren" embroidered on his chest, and the word "Xin" when he turned his eyes to his abdomen.

These tattoos or official script or gold script or big seal script are not ordinary black and blue tattoos, but thick ink and heavy colors, almost mysterious pictures. In addition, a short emerald hairpin is inserted obliquely on his head, and the whole person can be described in four words—— Colorful and dazzling.

If it weren't for Feng Huang's sharp-edged face, which was so handsome and could not pick out a single blemish to just support the colorful body, it would be really hard to find another person who is gorgeous and flamboyant without being a little bit gaudy.

Even so, Yan Buzhou still unconsciously looked at Zhan Zhao for a while, just to wash away such a strong visual impact.

"You still have the word "Li" embroidered on your back, right?" Yan Buzhou tried his best to calm down and said his guess straightforwardly, "The tattoos on your body are full of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, morality and trust, but there is only one word "wisdom" missing, so you named it They are all so perfunctory called Feng Huang. The Phoenix Emperor from Danxue Mountain, am I right?"

According to the records of Shan Hai Jing, there are birds on the mountain of Danxue, which are colorful and literary, and the name is Feng Huang.That one's head, wings, back, and abdomen have five parts, and there are five characters of virtue, righteousness, propriety, benevolence and faith.

The rumors were true, except for Fenghuang, I am afraid that no one would make himself so gorgeous.

Yan Buzhou gave Feng Huang a lot of face, and didn't say much that he should change his name. This blinding outfit is enough to deserve the name of Shi Lezhi, which is worthy of the name.

Feng Huang opened his eyes suddenly when he heard this, and subconsciously touched his head to make sure that the phoenix crown and feathers were not exposed on the top of his head.

Finally, he stopped lazily lying down, sat up straight and looked at Yan Buzhou seriously, until he felt the power of the virtual mirror on her body, he asked uncertainly, "Are you the new owner of Huangfu? You can't tell at all, It's really nothing special."

"Restraint is a kind of pursuit that you don't understand."

Yan Buzhou secretly thought that after practicing for a long time, she was finally able to familiarize herself with the power of manipulating the virtual mirror.Now I can't take it in and out freely, but it's better than being casually glanced at by monsters when I first arrived, and I can see that she has an extraordinary aura.

This guy is actually the Phoenix Emperor?

Zhan Zhao didn't know if he should say that the bright colors are really monsters, or that the aesthetics of the beasts are different from ordinary people.In the end, he approached Yan Buzhou and whispered, "In my opinion, Ah Yan is special enough, there is absolutely no need to add another point. Too much is too late."

No matter how softly you say this sentence, no one in the tattoo shop can hear it.

Feng Huang cast a sideways glance at Zhan Zhao, with an undisguised expression of 'poor taste' on his face.

"That's enough. You guys have to feel that the other person is special. Go out and turn left and go home to fully appreciate it. Come to me to show off. What's the point of the two of you coming to the shop? I didn't change my original shape to scare people, and did It’s all a business of doing good and accumulating virtue, how can I trouble you to go there? You really don’t admit that you made a special trip to worship my beauty?”

"Yes. We are here to admire your beauty." Yan Buzhou thought about asking Feng Huang to go to the Yamen of Yaoji to register by the way, but now let's talk about business, "I heard that you are very knowledgeable, so I came here specially to ask you to give me some advice." You must know everything about tattoo circles."

Feng Huang was still a little uncomfortable at first, but it would be better to be cheered up by a few words.He really didn't just cock his tail when he was praised casually, but it felt very good to be in charge of the monsters in the world and being held by the governor of the Yamen Fu. "It's easy to talk, easy to talk. Sit down wherever you want, take what you want to eat, and talk slowly."

Just as the two of them were trying to find two plain futons from the brocade-floored tattoo shop to sit down, there was another knock at the door.

The man said angrily, "Master Feng, I'm Liao Lang, and I'm making an appointment for today's consultation. I'll be here early, is it convenient for me to enter the store?"

Feng Huang brushed his hair, only to remember that there was an appointment customer coming to the door today. He thought he could lie down lazily, but it seems that work is still going to start.

"Do you mind waiting?" Feng Huang looked at Yan Buzhou and Zhan Zhao, "The pulse is very quick, and I can check for him what's wrong with the tattoo, and most of them can be dealt with on the spot."

Of course I don't mind.

The two were trying to learn more about the tattoo.

After Liao Lang was called in, when Feng Huang said that a friend had come to sit in the store, he didn't say a word and asked the two extra people to leave, which shows the respect that people in the tattoo circle have for Feng Huang.

"My problem is very simple. I'm not afraid of the three jokes. It's just that the tattoo on my abdomen has changed."

Liao Lang unbuttoned his clothes as he spoke. On his chubby stomach was a tattoo of a fat dog howling up to the sky. No matter how fat the dog looked, it looked like he was pregnant with eight puppies.

In addition to the full moon that Fat Dog is looking up at, it doesn't look like looking at the moon anymore, it's more like looking at a piece of mooncake with salivation.

Yan Buzhou tried her best not to laugh, she looked at the fat dog on Liao Lang's belly, it looked so much like a husky.These days, it is still impossible to find the trace of Erha in Da Song, and I am afraid that no one will know the specious relationship between Erha and the wolf.

"Ten years ago, I got a tattoo of a fierce wolf."

Liao Lang embarrassingly talked about the origin of the tattoo. Back then, Thorn Wolf took the homonym of his name, showing his majestic side. "I didn't expect that my stomach has gained weight over the years, and it has become like this. I heard that Master Feng has a way to remove tattoos painlessly. I want to ask Master to wash this wolf."

Feng Huang laughed undisguisedly when he heard this, "Is this a wolf? You should let the wolf go. You can wash it if there is no problem. Take out your ID card, and I will record it and wash it for you, but we Let me make it clear, this is a fat dog, not a ruthless wolf."

"Haha..." Liao Lang laughed bitterly, "It's good to be able to wash it, it's good to be able to wash it. When I was young, I heard that tattoos are very particular. I chose a pattern that matches the eight characters, but I never got it. Ten years later it will grow fat."

Even if he hasn't been the boss for many years, but he has an extra fat dog on his body, how can he lose face?

Liao Lang heard from people in the circle that there is a master of green carving in the capital, who can look at all kinds of tattoos and intractable diseases, so he came with the idea of ​​​​washing off if he can.

Not only in Bianjing, but also in the entire Song Dynasty, as far as Xixia in Liao Kingdom, there is no potion on the market that can completely clean tattoos.

However, Feng Huang's origin is different, Fenghuang from Danxue Mountain must have the secret recipe in his hand.As long as the person who comes can afford the money and has no identity issues, he will wash off the tattoo for the person as appropriate.

It didn't take long to get a tattoo removed.

Liao Lang once experienced the effect of "medicine to cure diseases", and within half an hour, the dog who only wanted to eat mooncakes was wiped out.It really doesn't hurt or itch at all, even if it costs a lot of money, the effect of this medicine is worth it!

"Okay. If you have any friends who want to get tattoos, you can also introduce them to me. As long as you follow my rules, I am willing to solve problems for those who are troubled by tattoos."

Feng Huang accepted the 1000 taels of silver and sent Liao Lang away with a smile. Now he hung up the sign that he was closed for business today, and turned around to continue the chat that he hadn't started just now. "Master Zhan wants to ask me something about tattoos?"

Zhan Zhao brought the white bone that Gongsun Ce had been scrutinizing for a long time, "The ink green scars on it should be from tattooing. We want to ask Master Feng if he has heard of anyone in the tattoo circle who is acting secretly. Time It’s been a long time ago, 20 years ago, burns were used to remove tattoos, or people who hated tattoos were said to have done radical behavior.”

20 years is too far away, so far away that it is difficult to find out.

It has only been three years since Feng Huang came to Bianjing to open a shop. He is highly respected because of his outstanding skills, and he does know a lot of old news.

"Burning, this kind of practice is pure deception. Even if the skin is burned, it will leave a scar."

Feng Huang looked carefully at the human bone, and this level of ink green juice penetrating into the bone can be regarded as a very serious tattoo error.

"If my guess is correct, Boss Yan's coming together means that ghosts appeared in this case. Although I haven't heard any strange stories about tattoos related to burns 20 years ago, I can check the tattoo materials for you.

The pattern of the tattoo is particular, and the pigments used are even more particular. Ordinary plant extracts are basically fine, but it is hard to say if some animal blood is added. "

A bone, only two spots of ink.I want to use this to test the formula of tattoo pigments. In this era, without using demon power, ordinary people really don't have the means to test it.

Even Feng Huang couldn't give the result in a short time, but let the test result be taken two days later, which might help solve the mystery of the burn.

On the other side, Liao Lang washed off the ferocious wolf tattoo that made him fat, and refreshedly showed Feng Huang in the circle the magic skill of carving him into a green hand.

"Ah San, last time you asked me about tattoo removal, you said that a fellow villager of yours had a similar problem. This time I tried it myself, and the effect is great. As long as your fellow villager pays the consultation fee, his tattoos will also be fine. It's not a penalty for engraving by the government, so don't hesitate to go to Master Feng. You have to queue up and make an appointment, sooner rather than later."

Yu San looked at Liao Lang's stomach which was so clean that there was no trace of ink marks, and seeing is believing, he had a high degree of admiration for Feng Huang's skills, but he sighed and talked about fellow villager Hu Qiang, "1000 taels of silver, Hu Qiang can I can’t afford this amount of money. I’m afraid all his belongings will not even reach ten taels.”

Liao Lang couldn't help being surprised. Yu San said that Hu Qiang used to be the head of a bodyguard, and the money he had saved from being a bodyguard for more than ten years was more than enough. That was because he had his own house in Chenqiao Town near Bianjing.

"The house is gone? Three months ago, when you told me, didn't it look like this? Did Hu Qiang go to gamble?"

Yu San nodded helplessly, "It's not just that I lost all my money from gambling. Recently, I heard that someone was killed by someone, and even the house was sold after losing a large sum of money. Brother Lang, maybe I was thinking too much, Hu Qiang's bad luck Chances are his tattoos have something to do with it."

"How do you say it? Did you have a tattoo that shouldn't be done, such as Guan Gong opening his eyes?"

Liao Lang has been in the tattoo circle, and has more or less heard weird legends about inappropriate tattoos. "When did Hu Qiang get the tattoo, and what pattern did he get?"

Yu San made a gesture of ten, "Like Brother Lang, Hu Qiang stabbed it ten years ago. He stabbed a tiger on his back, which is also a homonym of his surname, to show his brave side. He also counted eight characters back then. He deserves to be a tiger."

However, after ten years, people will change.

Liao Lang had gained weight, and the wolf in his stomach had turned into a fat dog.

Zhang Qiang lost a lot of weight, and the tiger on his back became thinner and thinner, turning into a scrawny hungry tiger.

When a hungry tiger goes down the mountain, it is a big murderer, and it will see blood.

Chenqiao Town, in a hut.

Hu Qiang turned his head to see the reflection of his back in the bathtub, and he could vaguely see the hungry tiger on his back with a bloody mouth, as if it was eager to eat people to fill its stomach.

At this time, Hu Qiang couldn't help but think of the advice given by the tattoo artist ten years ago, 'You must think carefully before tattooing.After years, beware of them spontaneously turning into something totally unexpected. '