Wei Luo stepped on the hard soil of the pond, and walked to the puddle with his feet, and stretched out his head, eager to look into the water.

In the clear water, a tall, about thirteen or fourteen-year-old, white and beautiful girl appeared. She had a pair of almond eyes, and her pupils were particularly black, as if they were free of impurities. The bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are not cherry mouths in the traditional sense, thick and plump, but unfortunately there is no blood. The willow eyebrows of the people in the water are beautiful, and there is a faint indifference hidden in the graceful gentleness, as well as a little bit of greenness that has not yet grown.

Under the cover of her shoulder-length black hair, her skin looked very white, but unfortunately it was a little less ruddy, and it looked a little unhealthy.

Wei Luo tilted his head sideways and looked at the reflection in the water, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became. She used to be beautiful, but now her face has not grown and she has surpassed her previous appearance.

Looking at it, Wei Luo suddenly found that the ornaments on his head were gone, thinking that the big man in sackcloth had fallen off when he took him away from the scene of the assassination.

Wei Luo admired it for a while, then opened the wooden box and took out the bamboo slips. There are about 12 characters on each piece of bamboo, and the total number of eight pieces of bamboo is only about 100 words. Wei Luo secretly thought: The way of disguise? What a mysterious word, but it's too little, isn't it?

Of these 100 or so words, the first 20 words are the general outline, and the last seven or eight crosses are detailed explanations. said that it was a detailed explanation, and in Wei Luo's opinion, this is also a simple introduction.

Among the hundred words, there are more than a dozen strange-looking nouns. But Wei Luo only glanced at these nouns and knew what they meant. It seems that the original consciousness of this body is still affecting itself.

After reading it a few times, Wei Luo memorized the contents of the bamboo slips very well. She took the bamboo slips into the wooden box and turned and walked into the woods.

I don't know if it's because of the fright, Wei Luo hasn't eaten, but he doesn't feel hungry at all. All she wanted to do now was to change her face first, and then go out to find food to meet the world.

Wei Luo searched in the woods for half an hour, and finally found a stone that was easily decolorized, the sap of two plants. There is a piece of bamboo that says how to use these three things to make a disguise.

According to what is said on the bamboo slip, there is one thing that must be indispensable in this disguise technique, and that is honey. In this hurry, where did Wei Luo find honey? The only effect of the disguise method she was going to use now was to change the color of her skin.

She gathered the three things with the leaves and returned to the pond.

After Wei Luo adjusted the few things, he slowly wiped them on his face against the lake water. It's also quite interesting to say, this seemingly inconspicuous thing, after being applied to the face, not only is the color very even, but it is quite difficult for her to wipe it off when she wipes it with her hands.

Out of caution, Wei Luo painted his neck, behind his ears, collarbones and most of his arms, and after a while, a delicate and slightly darkened, rough-skinned face appeared on the water. The skin is black and thick, and the whole person looks very thin. Just with her clear and cold eyes, the rustic country boy in the water added a bit of freshness.

Wei Luo looked down at his reflection and thought secretly: It seems that you should pay more attention to the sun. No wonder as the saying goes: one white covers three ugly, and my current appearance is really like two people compared to just now.

After admiring his face for a while, Wei Luo put on the man's robe. The men's robe was cyan, extremely large and long, apparently the Maiden's own. When Wei Luo put it on, it was like a child wearing an adult's clothes.

After searching in the woods for a while, Wei Luo found half of the broken blade. Cut off some of the robes with iron sheets, trim the hem shorter and smaller, and tie it tightly with a tie. Although it was torn and cut like this, and the good robe was turned into a beggar's suit, it finally fitted. After changing into a men's robe, Wei Luo looked like a real thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy on the water. It's just that in the eyebrows and facial features, when you look closely, you can still see a bit of graceful and touching charm.

Wei Luo looked at it, her brows slowly twisted, and she secretly thought: This world is so chaotic, it is absolutely impossible for people to see that I am a woman. No, along the way, I have to comprehend this disguise technique, find more materials, and be sure to cover up this Chu Qi between my eyebrows and eyes.

Wei Luo was cautious by nature, and when she changed into this men's robe, she also took off and tore all the coats and underwear she was originally wearing. It's just that the embroidered shoes on her feet are still luxurious, and they are even inlaid with jade pieces, such shoes are too conspicuous, but Wei Luo doesn't know how to weave straw shoes, and he can't change them if he wants to.

However, the undergarment was large and long, completely covering the feet. From the water, no matter which angle you look at, you are a poor young man.

Wei Luo stretched out his hand and tore off the jade piece from his shoe, put it away with the coin, and turned around and walked towards the official road.

The direction she went was the place where the envoys had been robbed and killed. She was very weak and pampered, but it was only a three-mile road, and Wei Luo walked straight for more than half an hour before she arrived.

The scene had already been cleaned up by the Chu people, and even the carriage of the corpse was removed. In the vast grassland, if it weren't for the large blood stains and the remnants of the broken sword, no one would know that a tragedy had happened in this place today.

Wei Luo walked quietly in the bloodstained grass, a wisp of bitterness and helplessness wrapped around her heart. After walking less than fifty steps, Wei Luo was choked by the smell of blood and turned away. She had hoped that there would be any gold, silver and jade ornaments left here, but now that everything was too clean, she no longer thought about it.

The most important thing at the moment is to get a pair of straw sandals and put them on. And then what? The Mai man made it very clear that his marriage had another hidden secret, and he could not go back to the country. Besides, even if she can get back, she herself is an impostor.

It's about two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is sinking in the west. On the dusty ancient road, in addition to the large area of primitive woods, there is a vast grassland, where are there any pedestrians?

Although it is an official road, it is a loess road with uneven heights and potholes. Wei Luo made up his mind not to go to Yueguo. Yue Guo, well, it should be Jiangsu and Zhejiang, right? That's the southeast. It seems that he can only go northwest.

I don't know what kind of place this is? In which vassal state? Well, there is the Jin Kingdom and the Yue Kingdom, could it be that he has traveled to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period?

Wei Luo looked to the west, and thought a little anxiously: With his broken body, I am afraid that I will not be able to walk seven or eight miles until the sunset goes down the mountain.

Wei Luoshen walked shallow on one foot, her staggering figure, dragging long in the sunset