With plaster bandages and lubricating oil, Xiao Zixuan can start making plaster masks that fit his face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He first applied a sufficient amount of lubricating oil to his face, and then instructed Wang Tsai to spread the plaster bandage dipped in water on Xiao Zixuan's face, waiting for the plaster to be set.

Wu Yuman on the side was already dumbfounded, the lubricant applied to that shameful place was actually wiped on Xiao Zixuan's face!

Wu Yuman suddenly felt that his little ass was hot and uncomfortable, which was an indescribable feeling.

Xiao Zixuan could guess Wu Yuman's expression at the moment with his eyes closed, even if his mouth was covered by a plaster bandage, he couldn't help but laugh: "Wu girl, you said my face, how can you treat your ass the same way...... I'm not convinced......"

Wu Yuman was shy, covered her pretty face and scolded angrily: "If you say this nonsense again, I will blow you out!" ”

"Tut-tut......" Xiao Zixuan couldn't help but admire, the witch girl was really innocent and kind, and even the level of scolding was so poor.

After a while, Xiao Zixuan felt that the mask on his cheek had been formed, and poked it with his hand, only to find that it was already very hard, and he couldn't help but feel complacent, it seems that his physical chemistry has not been studied in vain, and it can really be applied to practice.

He gently removed the mask, even though he had applied lubricating oil, the eyebrows, sideburns and beard still inevitably hurt for a while, but fortunately, Xiao Zixuan could bear it.

I saw a cyan plaster mask appear in front of the three of them, and it was not bad to sell similar masks compared to the previous life, after all, although our little maid Wangzai's heart is not very smart, but her hands are indeed quite skillful.

Xiao Zixuan was satisfied, and now he only needed one last step, which was to dig two more nostrils for this mask, as well as holes in the eyes.

Of course, this is not difficult for our little maid Wangzai, she held a silver hairpin, and handed over the finished mask to Xiao Zixuan after a while.

Xiao Zixuan smiled and touched Wang Zai's forehead: "Not bad, Wang Zai, I will reward you for eating one more chicken leg tonight!" ”

Wang Zai quickly bared his teeth and said, "Don't want the slave!" Eating so many chicken legs, the son wants to be fat to death! ”

Xiao Zixuan shook his head dotingly, it is estimated that in this world, there is only his own little maid Wangzai, who will stand by his side at any time.

He looked at Wu Yuman playfully and said, "Witch girl, the steamed bread tea you once told me can really be inquired about?" If you lie to me, then I guess there will be no return this time......"

Wu Yuman watched Xiao Zixuan come up with a mask as if he was doing a trick, and he didn't understand his intentions just now, but now he understands that he was going to visit the steamed bun tea restaurant......

She pursed her lips disdainfully: "Xiao Gongzi, there is nothing in the world that steamed buns and tea don't know, it's just to see if you can afford the price." In addition, Mantou Tea will definitely not leak the information of customers, regardless of whether the business is negotiated or not. If you continue to be as cowardly as you are now, I am afraid that in a month's time, we will have to go to court......"

Wu Yuman was born to look down on the most, the first is a man who dares to be a man, and the second is a man who doesn't even dare to do it.

Xiao Zixuan's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he wanted to see a trace of emptiness in Wu Yuman's eyes.

Sure enough, Xiao Zixuan stared at her before she could take two breaths, Wu Yuman's expression became embarrassed, and she scolded coquettishly: "You disciple, what are you staring at me?!" ”

Xiao Zixuan chuckled and said, "Witch girl, everyone has only one life. Whether it's you, me, or your mother.

Indeed, from your standpoint, I should be generous and fearless, and even at the cost of my life, I should investigate the whereabouts of your mother;

But from my point of view, I also need to protect my own life and take care of the stupid and clumsy Wang Zai.

You are not in any position to mock my cowardice, and if you were braver than me, that hairpin would have been inserted into my chest long ago! ”

Wu Yuman's pretty face was a little pale, her green and jade fingers were tightly clasped together, and she didn't speak with a low head, she really couldn't find a reason to refute Xiao Zixuan.

Why didn't he have the courage to take advantage of Xiao Zixuan's coma and kill him in one fell swoop?

In the end, it's nothing more than cherishing your own life.

It may be easy to let a man die generously, just ignite his impulsiveness and madness. This is also the reason why Wu Yuman had the courage to assassinate Xiao Zixuan in a hurry.

However, if you tell a person that if you do this, there is a good chance that you will die, and if you have a few hours or even days or months, the vast majority of people will eventually lose the courage to die generously.

Reason is originally a weakness derived from human beings in order to protect themselves, and everyone is an ordinary person, and no one can escape it.

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Spring has come, everything is recovering, and the markets of Yongzhou City are thriving.

A lively arch bridge towers over Si, and the bridge is crowded with tourists and pedestrians. This bridge crosses the famous inner lake of Yongzhou City - Swan Lake, and after some time, there will be flocks of swans migrating from the south, living on the shore of Swan Lake, resting and drinking, laying eggs and breeding, which is worthy of being the most unique scenery in Yongzhou City.

There are many small stalls on both sides of the bridge, some selling all kinds of groceries and small dried fruits, as well as fortune tellers holding hexagram plates, and selling tea with tea bowls... The trail in the middle of the bridge is bustling with people, some in sedan chairs, some on foot, some carrying burdens, as well as carriages and goods...

Xiao Zixuan walked out of the Moon Dumping Fang, and the shortcut to the steamed bun tea restaurant was already familiar, after all, he had also visited once.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a commotion from the opposite bridge, only to see a group of lupine scarves blocking the road, and from time to time there were a few high-pitched shouts, mixed with the woman's crisp voice.

Xiao Zixuan's eyebrows frowned, of course, after all, with a cyan plaster mask, no one could see his true expression.

He stepped forward in three or two steps, only to see a small stall in front of him. There is a small courtyard with blue bricks and white tiles behind it, and there is a bamboo pole in front of the stall, and a cloth is hung on it. The vermilion italic characters are dazzling and graceful, and the two completely different feelings are intertwined, which is both eerie and intimidating.

"Self-improvement, for the heavens"!

Eight big characters stand in front of everyone, and the words are full of wild chivalry, which can be written in italics, always bringing an inexplicable sense of obscurity.

Xiao Zixuan's forehead jumped violently, he was absolutely not mistaken, this font was the font that appeared in the blood book!

He subconsciously dodged into the crowd, forgetting that he was wearing a mask. A young man dressed as a scholar felt an inexplicable push, and found that it was actually a blue-faced strange man running behind him, and couldn't help but shout dissatisfiedly:

"You blue-faced weird person is so rude, the so-called body hair and skin, and the parents who receive it, dare not destroy it, and the beginning of filial piety. You actually tattooed a tattoo on your face, and your actions are so reckless and ugly, it is simply unfilial, disrespectful, rude and immoral! ”

It turned out that the gentleman actually thought that the strange man in front of him had tattooed a tattoo on his face. This is also normal, most masks in the ancient world are still made of metal, such as plaster masks, which fit the skin before, he has never seen before, and it is not surprising that they are misinterpreted into tattoos.

Xiao Zixuan hurriedly waved his hand, but he didn't dare to make a sound, and left the crowd as if he was running away, until he ran a few hundred steps away from the Swan Lake arch bridge, and then he stopped out of breath.

The booth with the words "Self-improvement, for the Sky" just now didn't know what it was doing, but it was able to attract the attention of so many Shilin people. But Xiao Zixuan saw one thing very clearly, the owner of this stall was the white-haired and barefoot old man who broke into his room that day and stole the blood book!

He only glanced at it hurriedly, and vaguely saw that there was a man and a woman waiting beside the old man, but the specific appearance and figure were too late to imprint into his mind.

This old man, every time he met, it brought great spiritual oppression to Xiao Zixuan, and he didn't know why, maybe it was the rejection from the depths of his soul, so he just wanted to stay away from this white-haired and barefoot old man.

Behind him, in the center of the crowd, the old man who had been closing his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a vague smile, only to see him stand up barefoot, put away the cover in front of the stall, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoists, this is the end of our discussion today, your thoughtfulness, etiquette and morality did not say that the two Taoist children who won me, we might as well come back tomorrow to discuss the Tao, how about it?" ”

The surrounding cadres scolded unconvinced: "You yellow-eyed old man, you only know how to make a mystery all day long, don't you know, self-improvement is the original words in the Book of Changes?" The so-called Tianxingjian, the gentleman is self-improving, the terrain is kun, and the gentleman is virtuous. You want to refute the national studies of my Dayan Dynasty, and you still dare to make a big banner with our remarks, I really don't know what to do! ”

After all, Yongzhou is located in the northwest, and the foundation of Confucianism is far less profound than that of the Central Plains. Therefore, there are often mutual debates between Buddhism, Confucianism, and Taoism here, and the official masters of Yongzhou do not obstruct them, allowing everyone to do their best to argue.

The white-haired and barefoot old man smiled and said softly: "You little friends have misunderstood, the old man doesn't plan to refute your Confucianism. We are just talking about the Tao, I neither admit that your Confucianism is the Tao, nor do I admit that what I said is the Tao, there is no Tao in the world, what the old man thinks is right, regards it as a treasure, and what he thinks is wrong, and discards it like a shoe, how about it? ”

"Presumptuous! You yellow-mouthed old man, you dare to say that there is no way in the world, where is the fast arrest, this person intends to rebel, and he will not be put in prison! ”

The white-haired and barefoot old man smiled and was silent, but the young Taoist boy behind him shouted.

I saw him pick up a boulder from the ground, mix it like nothing, jump suddenly, throw, the boulder fell into the Swan Lake, making a loud "bang", and many dead fish and rotten shrimp suddenly appeared on the water surface.

The young man pursed his lips disdainfully: "Hmph, a group of foolish people......"