The scenery of Mount Li remains.

These days, Fang Ying will go out early in the morning.

First, I went to the new city at the foot of the mountain, went to Jubao Pavilion to check the scene layout, and asked for details.

Then go to your new home for a walk.

The new mansion is located in a place surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is personally involved in Fangying. It is designed with professionals from the Tang Dynasty's Ministry of Works. The scenery is picturesque and the waterfront is Huating.

It is because it is still under construction.

Fang Ying and Wu family still live in the side house of Old Man Zhou.

Before, Fang Ying was not there, and Mei Niang was a female relative. After obtaining Wu Mei's consent, Old Man Zhou built a low wall in the yard and dug up another door alone. Only then did Wu Mei have a space for a unique courtyard.

But after all, it's a dependent on others' roof.

So she is also very concerned about her new home and has to go and see it every day.

Just a few words of warm words made the craftsmen feel like they were injected with chicken blood. Not only did they not be lazy, but their progress was also a little faster.

...

The sun shines on this day.

Fang Ying came to the hillside as usual.

After a while, Tianan Xing Wensong also appeared next to him with a wooden box.

A few days passed, and he looked haggard, his eyes were covered in blood, and he looked like an office liver-burning tribe.

Fang Ying sighed: "Brother Wen, your dark circles... seem to be getting worse and worse."

"snort!"

Wen Song looked angry.

These days, he has been peeping every night, but he didn't expect that Fang Ying and his couple had a very bad conscience...

They not only hold the lights.

He was still shamelessly speaking explicit words.

The most outrageous thing is that when the critical moment comes, he gets into the quilt... The King of Gua can't see anything, and stares in a hurry...

Glancing.

He stared out with dark circles.

"Okay, I said it was almost the same as yours, and you have mastered it. Just practice hard."

Wen Song held his hands behind his back, showing a serious expression on his face: "Then now, what I want to teach you is - Dayin!"

Fang Ying blurted out: "Da hiding, hidden in the city?"

"That's right." Wen Song nodded: "The real concealment is not to hide, but to go to the streets and integrate with the surrounding environment."

"This is the ultimate form of camouflage!"

......Oh, Yazi, who sounds very powerful, is this the real skill of Tiananxing walking in the world?

Fang Ying's eyes were full of expectations.

Wen Song continued: "The most basic requirement of Dayin is that there is no obvious appearance characteristics."

Fang Ying stared at the ordinary-looking Tiananxing: "Is it like you?"

"Yes!" Wen Song said affirmatively: "He looks ordinary like his neighbor, and he feels familiar at first glance."

"I am not particularly repulsive. Even if I recall it later, I can't remember the existence of this person."

"Or even when I think of him, my image is vague and it is impossible to describe it accurately."

The squatted god said, revealing a proud look:

"What I don't know is that if other people are Dayin, they need to dress up, but I... are born!"

Fang Ying was stunned when he heard this.

It’s not a mistake to be ordinary. Most people in the world are ordinary, but few people are as narcissistic as the king of hexagrams...

But Fang Ying quickly caught the keyword and raised his eyebrows:

"dress up?"

The ordinary man raised his chin and looked up: "Can you put on makeup?"

Fang Ying shook his head: "I'm not a sissy."

"Haha, it seems that you are very repulsive of makeup."

Wen Song smiled proudly. He was hit hard and finally could save some face, so he introduced it in a relaxed tone:

"Makeup art comes from painting."

"At the beginning, someone discovered that it took just a few strokes to change people's image, so he began to explore its principle."

"Portrait is about freehand painting, but makeup has to take another path - realistic!"

"etc."

Fang Ying interjected.

Take out a booklet from your arms and open a page to display it.

"hiss……"

Tiananxing took a breath of air conditioning.

I saw a beautiful woman in the book, which was Wu Mei.

The difference is that the painting skills are very different from the past, and the characters are lifelike, as if they are about to come out through the paper.

Especially the people in the painting have a seductive look.

Just a glance can make people fall into it, as if facing the deity, wonderful and fantasy.

"This, this is the painting you made..."

Wen Song was shocked and murmured:

"No wonder, Yan Liben, the saint of painting, praised you endlessly. Your painting skills have reached such a state..."

"Wait, why do you only expose your neck and head? What's the matter with your hands?"

Fang Ying's face turned red.

This sketch is the product of the joy of the boudoir between him and Wu Meimei. The ones underneath are not worn, so of course they have to be covered.

"Okay, just take a look."

Fang Ying said, closing the booklet with a bang.

Tiananxing was anxious: "Hey, what are you going to put it away? Let me see it again?"

"Stop!"

Fang Ying stopped him quickly and said seriously:

"The purpose of I asked you to see this painting is to verify with you whether the principle of makeup is like this?"

Wen Song had to give up in disappointment and said casually: "That's right, that's the principle..."

"Through the clever use of light and shadow, a person's appearance can be changed and other people's eyes can be deceived, thus achieving the purpose of disguise."

He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and his eyes showed a look of memories:

"When it comes to makeup, it reminds me of a person... If she is still alive, the position of 'Tianzang Star' must be hers."

Fang Ying asked curiously: "Who?"

"A woman..."

Tiananxing recalled: "Her makeup skills have reached its peak... No, that can no longer be called makeup skills, but disguise!"
Chapter completed!