A few days later, Mouse returned to Luannan with a lot of worries and a little bit of reluctance. Monkey and Chunsheng had been waiting to pick him up at the bus station early. When they met, Mouse had not yet packed the dried fish made by his mother. When he took it out, the two guys yelled excitedly and picked him up.

Mouse was shocked. They had been together for so long. Even though they ate, lived and slept together, it was not as if they had not seen each other for one day.

"Guess what? It's good now. In the past few days when you were away, we brothers have been pestering the master for a long time, and he finally agreed to take us in!"

Mouse was overjoyed: "Really? Now I can call him master, a real master!"

"Come on, hurry up, we have to show him our skills!"

The three guys walked in the opposite direction through the crowded crowd at the station. When they got out of the gate, each of them was holding a few coins borrowed from others in their hands.

They excitedly took out a box from the hole of a big tree. After opening it, they found three copper locks of the same size but slightly different shapes.

Chun Sheng pushed the two of them forward and pushed open the door of their simple little home. The zombie boy was lying comfortably on the wire bed with a big and cool radio next to him.

Listening to the sweet and bone-chilling singing coming from inside, Du Juan's face suddenly appeared in Mouse's mind.

As Chunsheng coughed, the three people simultaneously brought their respective copper locks to their faces from behind, and then began to use a long embroidery needle to open them without saying a word.

The thing in Mouse's hand is called the Ming Dynasty animal-shaped double-reed copper lock. It seems to have something to do with Indian culture. The most difficult part to open is the small bump on the innermost side. The space at that location is too small. , the mouse must accurately point the tip of the needle at the center of the bump, and push it inwards by half a millimeter. The copper surface is very smooth, and once the needle tip slips out from there, everything has to start all over again.

After more than ten minutes, the three people finally placed three completely disassembled copper locks in front of the zombie boy.

"Master, Master, the mouse is back, when can I wait to become my master?" The monkey only smiled when he saw the zombie boy, without any other reaction. He squatted down anxiously and shook the zombie boy's legs.

He was not afraid of the cold either. He was wearing big underpants, and his snow-white legs swayed to the rhythm of the music: "Stop arguing, stop arguing, you've been following me for so long, and you still need a hair master! Let's live together. Come on, you bastards..."

"No, you have more unique skills that you haven't even taught us!"

"Hey, what are you thinking? What good will it do to me to teach you all my housekeeping skills? Really, I have raised you for so many years in vain, and I am still not satisfied!"

"Master, you are our biological father! When we get rich, we will eat and drink well and serve you well. I will definitely give you a fat and white pension for your old age." The monkey smiled flatteringly, Chunsheng and Mouse were there. The person next to him nodded wildly.

"I'll take you down, and I'll provide for you in my old age... I won't be sure who will support whom then." The zombie boy turned off the radio with his backhand and sat up straight, "You guys are quite old now, and the little mice have grown up. It’s also something we should consider.”

"Yes, yes!"

The zombie boy lifted up his shirt and took it off, revealing the tattoo of a rat with a long tail on his back.

"You have seen this thing a long time ago. Keep it in mind. This is our fairy. If you really want to follow me, I have to get one for each of you." He touched himself.

shoulder, "Otherwise you will run away after learning from me?"

"How can you not, Master? Don't just give me a little mouse, I would be willing to have the Eighteen Arhats tattooed on the little one's back!" As soon as the monkey heard the master's opening, he knelt there with a plop, "Master, here you go,

Become a disciple and pay homage!"

The mouse found it a bit funny, and he quickly cooperated and kowtowed repeatedly. The three of them stripped naked and lay on the ground, watching the zombie boy's white legs walking around in front of him as if he was thinking about something.

Finally, he spoke: "Get up and take a shower. After washing yourself, I will put this great responsibility on your shoulders on all of you. From now on, it will cover you, whether you are walking through the Yangguan to borrow living creatures, or

Even if you go behind the scenes to hunt for antiques, you must show your respect to your Huiba Ye!"

The three young men were so excited that they didn't even bother to heat the hot water. They just took a cold shower by pulling on the tap water pipe.

When he returned to the house, he saw that the zombie boy had lit three sticks of incense. He bowed several times to the four corners of the house: southeast, northwest, and southeast. On the table were some drinks and dishes that appeared at unknown times.

The three of them didn't dare to say anything, they just knelt on the ground shivering and watched the zombie boy eat and drink by himself.

The monkey couldn't bear it anymore, and the sound of hunger rumbling from his stomach could be clearly heard from his body. At this time, the zombie boy finally stood up, and he took another sip of the half cup of wine left in the thermos.

Then with a "pop" sound, it sprayed from the air onto the naked backs of the three people.

"From now on, don't say a word. Anyone who says anything will get the hell out of here."

As the zombie boy spoke, he pulled out the three sticks of incense from the small copper stove that he got from who knows where. He blew a few puffs to make the red sparks on them more intense, and then he walked behind the three people.

The mouse felt Chunsheng's body shaking violently, and he couldn't help but gasped. The mouse smelled a faint smell of roasted grease.

Before he knew what was happening, Mouse felt a sudden burning sensation on his shoulder. The pain was so painful that he opened his mouth and wanted to scream!

Feeling the unique cold touch on the fingertips of the zombie boy, he felt excited and quickly covered his mouth to stop making any sound.

It was he who pressed the half of the incense directly onto the skin of the three of them!

The monkey next to him shed tears of hopelessness. The young man put down the incense, dipped the ashes of the incense into the still-dry wine, and rubbed it on the shoulders of the three of them as if to relieve inflammation.

The mouse felt as if there was a knitting needle hidden in the incense stick, and it almost poked his bones!

"Focus!" The zombie boy gave the scratching monkey a shudder, "I am changing your body."

Mouse felt weird when he heard this. Can the body be changed by a tattoo? In those Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts movies in the past, the masters opened the Ren and Du channels for their apprentices, right?

The zombie boy took the permed crimson dot as the center and began to carve on his thin shoulders with the tip of a sharp knife.

Traces of blood seeped out from his shoulder violently. The mouse felt that this was unprecedented pain. The monkey next to him was so frightened that he almost fainted when he saw his face as pale as a dead man. The mouse took a deep breath and felt that he was

He bit his lips and bled.

Every knife was like digging into his shoulder bone, and it was even several times more painful than the burn from the incense stick just now! He felt that in these few minutes, his sense of pain had become sharper.

To learn a craft, you have to endure some hardships! Mouse comforted himself, he opened his nostrils and kept blowing out forcefully. The feeling of the blade touching his body was like a zombie boy dissecting him bit by bit.

It was extremely painful to open it. Not only was it painful, but it was extremely itchy, but if I shook it slightly, the wound would tear deeper.

His eyes were a little blurry, and when he closed them and opened them again, his heart suddenly became brighter.

It really changed. He stared at the plain concrete floor. He discovered tiny ridges that he had never noticed before. The entire ground was made up of tiny grains of sand wrapped in plaster. The picture in front of him

The wood grain of the Eight Immortals Table is like the shape of water waves, rippling from one corner of the table. Judging from the width of the wood grain on the table top, this table is carved from a single piece of wood and is a high-quality piece of furniture that has not been spliced ​​together.

There is a sparrow tapping the glass with its beak outside the window, and the frequency it emits is "knock, knock, knock, knock."

Mouse's world became very vivid. He found that once the zombie boy stopped, his clear vision and hearing became blurred. As long as he focused on the unforgettable pain, he could hear the sound coming from the crack of the door.

The sound of howling wind was trying to get in.

Is this the feeling similar to when the Ren and Du meridians are opened?

With great difficulty, the zombie boy put away the knife. He took out a brush and an inkstone appeared from nowhere. He squirted wine, filled the inkstone with ink, dipped the brush in the ink and directly hit the mark he had just hit.

The knife wound was sketched on the disciple's shoulder.

The black ink blended with the blood they shed, and gradually showed very clear traces on the shoulders and backs of the three people. It turned out that the dots burned by the incense stick were the eyes of mice.

As the wounds gradually scabbed over, the black ink stains were also wrapped in them. The shape of the mouse was forever engraved on their bodies, hearts, and bones, and could never be erased.

The zombie boy finished all the tattoo work and breathed a long sigh of relief. He took the teapot on the table and poured water on the disciples. He wiped the stains on them with a rare feeling of distress.

The three of them were in agony, and the excitement they had before becoming a disciple was gone. They lay on the ground like corpses, unable to exert any strength.

After having more sensitive feelings, Mouse could not stand the itch on his shoulders. He saw Chun Sheng scratching the concrete floor with his fingers sadly, and his mood became even worse.

The zombie boy, no, it was their master who covered the three of them with a blanket and turned on the big radio.

The mouse closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He had to divert his attention. He listened to the woman's singing on the radio, and the appearance of the cuckoo appeared in his mind. He felt that only in this way, he would still feel

Feeling slightly better.

Now in Leting, the man went to work at the construction site, Liangliang went to school, and he returned to Luannan. Du Juan must be learning to sing the Leting drum from his mother at home!

Her voice is so nice, and her singing should be not much worse than that of her mother. Thinking this, Mouse decided that he must think of bringing her a gift when he goes home next time. Now the women on the street have begun to become popular.

There is a high-waisted long skirt. If you have a cuckoo figure, your butt will look particularly good in that skirt.

The mouse fell asleep in a daze. The concrete floor was so cold that his shoulders were numb from the cold.
Chapter completed!