The night was dark, and Rouge Studio's white lanterns were swirling in the wind, making the door look pale.
Qin Geng stepped into the shop.
In the room, the seventh senior brother Lu Xingmin was drawing eyebrows on a freshly tied Paper Girl.
The nib of the pen is extremely slender, stained with cinnabar and black ink, and with each stroke, Paper Person's eyes seem to come alive, exuding a gloomy aura.
Seeing Qin Geng come in, Lu Xingmin didn't stop until he finished the last stroke, then he put down his pen and let out a sigh of relief.
"It's so late. If you're not counting the oceans in Wenrou Township, why are you here in this hell?"
Lu Xingmin joked, picking up the rag next to him and wiping the paint on his hands.
Qin Geng was not polite, pulled up a chair, sat down, and got straight to the point. "Senior Brother Seven, I want to learn your craft."
Lu Xingmin was stunned and raised his eyebrows. "Which craft? Paper-tying? Or Feng Shui?"
"I want to try it all."
Qin Geng said in a deep voice, "Now that Dragon-Guard Office has hung up the brand, everything we have to face next is inseparable from these gods and ghosts. The in my aunt's hand Magic Artifact is the target of public criticism, and Foreigners is holding back his bad intentions to ask for Dragon-Slaying Fate's pulse. I thought to myself, if I only have a strong body, my eyes will be black, and I will be sold out and still counting money for me."
"I have too many skills to overwhelm myself. I want to learn some skills from Netherworld Office trade."
After Lu Xingmin listened, he looked Qin Geng up and down, shook his head, and nodded again.
"You have good intentions, but this business is all about fate, and even more so Fate Pattern."
Lu Xingmin sighed and pointed at the Paper Person paper horses all over the room, "This thing looks like it is made of paper and sticky, but it is actually connected to Netherworld Office ghosts and gods. Our business is called Paper Effigy Maker", also known as ghost hunters.
The things you poked out are for the dead, and you have to get the man below to acknowledge them."
Lu Xingmin stood up, took out a bundle of old Green Bamboo Strips from the back room, and then took out a bundle of special White Hemp Paper.
"As for Feng Shui, to be honest, I am also a second-hand swordsman."
"Although it has the name Geomancy Office Earth Official Chief, it is mostly based on a few old books handed down from my ancestors and the ability to tie paper to psychic. If you really want to talk about the big skills of looking for dragons and divining acupoints, Dividing Gold and Setting the Acupoint, I am not ready yet. This thing is too mysterious and requires one's understanding."
"I have a few ancient books at the bottom of the box, "Green Satchel Classic", "Burial Book", "Dragon-Shaking Classic". You can take them away in a while and go back and think about it by yourself."
"As for paper-tying, these are secret skills passed down from family, that is, our senior brothers. If it were someone else who asked me, I wouldn't even let him try it. If you are interested, I can let you try it, but you won't be able to learn it at all."
"Can't you learn?"
Qin Geng is surprised.
"Try?"
"Then try it."
Qin Geng answered in one breath.
"Come on, let's try it first."
Lu Xingmin handed Qin Geng a sharp small carving knife and a piece of green bamboo. "The first step in tying paper is to set up the bones. If the bones are not straight, Paper Person will have no soul. You first try to split the bamboo into strips as thin as a hair, but you have to keep doing it."
Qin Geng took the knife and bamboo.
He is now Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone, and the strength in his hands is more than a thousand pounds?
Crushing rocks is like playing.
And immediately Hidden Force, split elm wood piles can be split into ten pieces, the cross section has only a little burr, it is very smooth, and the force control is not bad at all.
But in this line of work, these are useless.
As soon as Qin Geng cut the knife, before he could control the force, the bamboo exploded from the middle and broke into several pieces.
Lu Xingmin smiled, said nothing, and handed him another one.
Qin Geng Take a deep breath, gather your strength, hold your breath and focus, control your strength, and stroke downwards carefully.
"Zi La Yi"
The thickness of the strips is uneven and it is useless.
Come again.
This tinkering lasted most of the night.
There was a ticking sound inside the house, and a small mountain of waste bamboo strips was piled on the ground.
There were beads of sweat on Qin Geng's forehead, which was more tiring than having him fight Foreigners.
That feeling is so strange.
Completely nowhere to focus.
This bamboo strip is as if it has become a spirit. No matter how weak its strength is, it will break into pieces.
After working hard all night, I finally managed to make a skeleton.
He was crooked and looked like a sick man suffering from rickets.
Lu Xingmin pointed out. "Paste the paper. The paste should be even, the paper should be flat, and there should be no wrinkles. This is called sticking the flesh."
Qin Geng clumsily glued White Hemp Paper onto the frame.
As a result, White Hemp Paper was not obedient. Either there was too much paste and the paper was torn, or the frame was crushed because of the strong hands.
The key is, Qin Geng knows how to control his strength, which is hard enough to chop piles and soft enough to scratch itches, but when used on paper, it's like he's lost his mind and doesn't obey orders.
After struggling until late at night, there was a terrible thing on the table.
That Paper Person has a big head and a small body, one arm is long and one is short, and the facial features painted on the face are even more ferocious and twisted. He doesn't look like a boy or girl, but like an unjust ghost who has been struck by lightning.
Qin Geng looked at his masterpiece and frowned.
He closed his eyes, and the book [Book of a Hundred Trades] was floating quietly, without any movement.
There is no golden light flashing, no new page is turned.
The profession [Paper Effigy Maker] does not appear.
"Why?"
Qin Geng was muttering in his heart.
Logically speaking, I have learned Carriage Driver, Martial Artist, and Fisherman before. As long as I go through the process and touch the edge, Book of a Hundred Trades will react and directly generate a profession, and then I can upgrade with experience.
But when I tied the paper, even though I did it ugly, I still completed the process.
Why is there no reaction at all?
"Could it be that I found the wrong way?"
Qin Geng thought to himself, "Or is it that Paper Effigy Maker's threshold is too high? I've been messing around all night and haven't even touched the threshold?"
Or maybe it's that the strong and yang energy and blood in my body are naturally in conflict with this Yin Energy dense profession?
Qin Geng I can't understand.
He tried to pick up his pen again, imitating Lu Xingmin's appearance and giving "eyes" to Paper Person.
The pen tip fell.
There is no sense of spiritual flow, I just feel like I am scribbling.
Book of a Hundred Trades is still dead.
"Okay."
Lu Xingmin reached out and took the ugly Paper Person, took a look at it, and couldn't help but laugh, "Xiao Wu, don't compete with yourself there. You, Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone, Killing Intent, just killed Foreigners and Snake Corpse Water Corpse, I got an official status again, it's the time when luck is like a rainbow and the fire is cooking. I'm afraid you won't be able to get this evil thing out in time, how can I let you prick it out?"
"If this Paper Person really makes you pierce it, you won't dare to accept it for fear of being a sinner."
Lu Xingmin casually threw the Paper Person into the brazier and burned it. The flames started to spread to Lao Gao: "That's why I said you can't learn it, because your martial arts foundation is too deep."
"It seems I don't have this fate."
Qin Geng Put down the carving knife and don't worry about it.
Since there is no response from Book of a Hundred Trades, it means that this path will not work and forcing it is useless.
"You can't learn how to tie paper, so just take the book and read it back home."
Lu Xingmin turned around and pulled out a blue cloth bundle from the depths of the bookshelf. It contained several thread-bound ancient books. The paper was yellowed and the corners were frayed. It was obvious that it had been read frequently.
"I don't really understand this thing, I just know it roughly. You can go back and read it yourself, and you can figure out as much as you can."
Qin Geng took over the burden, which was heavy.
"Thank you, Seventh Senior Brother."
Qin Geng stood up and left.
When he reached the door, Lu Xingmin seemed to have remembered something and stopped him.
"Xiao Wu, there is one more thing."
Lu Xingmin's expression became a little solemn, and the folding fan in his hand stopped shaking.
"Your aunt's matter is a bit tricky right now."
"How to say it?"
Qin Geng stopped.
"Although Foreigners has killed a number of people, they are just dogs on the surface. The real driving force behind the scenes is undercover."
Lu Xingmin lowered his voice. "As soon as Dragon-Guard Office stood up, the news seemed to have grown wings. Foreigners knew that forcing it would not work, so they started to play dirty tricks. They spread the news, saying that Nine Magical Artifacts, who suppressed Dragon Vein back then, had one thing in the Su Family, in the hands of your aunt."
"The news has now spread throughout Tianjin's Three Teachings and Nine Schools."
"Nowadays, in this Tianjin world, not only are there the righteous people who want to protect the country and the country, but also the tigers and wolves who want to make money and make money, as well as those heretics who want to practice through Magic Artifact."
"Your aunt is being roasted on the fire right now. All eyes are on Old Master Su's birthday on the seventh day of March, covertly or covertly."
Qin Geng flashed a stern look in his eyes. "Killing with a borrowed knife?"
"That's right, killing someone with a borrowed knife. This is Foreigners's usual trick."
Lu Xingmin sneered, "In the Year of Jiazi, Foreigners played such a trick. At that time, the world was in turmoil. Foreigners spread the word, saying that Eight Great Lost Arts was unearthed from the tomb. If you get it, you can fly to the sky and become invincible in the world."
"What's the result?"
"The battle for Eight Great Lost Arts was fought with blood in rivers. The top inheritance of Inner and Outer Eight Schools was almost destroyed in that melee."
"This is the Jiazi Lost Arts that people in the world are so excited about"."
"That year, our Great Xin's vitality was severely damaged. How many Grandmaster celebrities in various industries died? How many inheritances were broken? This allowed Foreigners to later take advantage of the loophole and advance straight in.
Qin Geng felt a chill in his heart when he heard it.
It turns out there is such a bloody past behind this.
"Now they want to do it again."
Lu Xingmin looked at Qin Geng: "Then Magic Artifact Three Teachings and Nine Schools wants to rob it, both to sell it for money and to practice cultivation."
"Magic Artifact, this thing has all kinds of magical effects, just like you have the ability."
"Your abilities are acquired through practice, while Magic Artifact's abilities are innate. Remember the Purple Clay Teapot made by Foreigners in Ghost's Dread Valley? That's a fake Magic Artifact."
"The real Magic Artifact is much more powerful than that one, let alone the Nine Artifacts that suppressed Dragon Vein."
"If it falls into the hands of people with evil intentions, it will be a disaster."
"Got it."
Qin Geng nodded.
"Go back and get ready."
Lu Xingmin patted Qin Geng on the shoulder. "Dragon-Guard Office's yamen is estimated to be completely established in another month. By then you will have to go to the squad room to take up the post. That's a serious Government Officers."
"Before that, we have to overcome Mr. Su's birthday."
"We have to do things well this time. Not only do we have to support your aunt, but we also have to prove to the world that the thing is neither your aunt nor you. We have to eliminate the root of this disaster."
"Tomorrow, you go to Su Residence first and talk to your aunt. Your birthday is just a few days away, so don't get confused then."
"Sure, I know it well."
Qin Geng responded, carrying the bag of Feng Shui books, turned around and walked into the night.
When we returned to Tanlong Alley's small courtyard, it was already late at night.
Qin Geng lit the oil lamp and brightened the wick.
He spread the ancient Feng Shui books on the table, "Burial Book", "Green Satchel Classic", "Dragon-Shaking Classic", and opened them one by one.
"Qi will disperse if it rides on the wind, and it will stop if it is bounded by water----"
"The person who is buried is the one who hides and takes advantage of the vitality----"
"The dragon is divided into nine potentials, and the law is divided into three elements----"
We all know these characters Qin Geng. They are the same characters when read separately, but when they are put together, they become a holy book.
He widened his eyes, trying to figure out some clues from those obscure classical Chinese texts.
But the more I looked, the more confused I became.
In his eyes, the mountain and river charts drawn in the book were just a bunch of winding lines.
He was completely unable to connect the "searching for the dragon's acupoints" and the "shuikou Mingtang" with the real landscape.
In his opinion, mountains are just piles of rocks and water is flowing. There are only safe and dangerous places. How can there be any dragon spirit here or there?
I watched it for two full hours.
Qin Geng I just felt that my head was swollen, my eyes were straight, and I was even more tired than after practicing boxing for a whole day.
[Book of a Hundred Trades] in the sea of consciousness still has no response.
[Feng Shui Master][Kanyushishi] These professions did not pop up as he expected.
"It seems like this Netherworld Office trade is really talented."
Qin Geng closed the book and rubbed his temples helplessly.
"It's not good to tie paper, and it's not good to look at Feng Shui."
"Am I just going to be a violent warrior in this life?"
Qin Geng smiled to himself.
But he was not discouraged.
There are thousands of roads in this world. Since this road is temporarily impassable, let's take the martial arts road to the extreme. Feeling sleepy, Qin Geng lay on the table and fell asleep in a daze.
In the dream, the lines on the Feng Shui books turned into True Dragon, and they rushed towards him with teeth and claws. In the end, he punched them one by one, turning them into ink all over the sky.
Early next morning.
Just after dawn, Qin Geng woke up.
Although he slept on the table all night, his Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone body did not feel any pain in his waist and back. Instead, he moved a little, and there was a crackling sound, and he was full of energy.
After a brief wash, I put on a decent gown.
Now when I go to Su Residence, my identity is different. I can no longer wear the dungeon that pulls a cart, nor can I wear the training uniform that is too murderous.
This is a moon-white gown, made of fine Hangzhou silk, covered with a blue satin mandarin jacket, and wearing black cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.
It not only looks elegant, but also has the ability of a practicing master.
Su Residence is in the inner city of Tianjin, Ganning Street.
This is the fourth time to come to Su Residence after Qin Geng awakened [Book of a Hundred Trades].
The two stone lions are still majestic, and the "Su Residence" plaque on the lintel is still magnificent.
But Qin Geng's state of mind was turned upside down.