"However, the goal has been achieved in general. If these details can be slightly modified, the effect will be better. At least, the persuasiveness will be improved."
"After all, not to mention the mountain gods of Mount Tai, the loyal elders, the other mountain gods may not necessarily believe in a goddess who seems unreliable. You must give them the confidence and calmness to make them agree to do something to you.
Note, choose to join forces with you."
Old Street·Flower Shop.
In the end, A Zhao had a secret talk with the mountain god of Mount Tai for a stick of incense, but still could not regain his memory. After talking about the problems that Jue had just negotiated with, he took a sip of tea to soothe his throat. No matter what his position was, A Zhao found out that he was Wu Zetian.
, confidence in the reliability of one's own experience has skyrocketed.
Probably because I discovered that I seem to be very strong...
Well, no matter what, these experiences are the result of a real struggle.
It is also the only thing that I can use as a bargaining chip to increase my value to everyone on this old street.
The shadow of Nuwa Tu still remains in her heart...
The dagger gifted by the mountain god of Mount Tai and transformed from the cause and effect of a Zen ceremony on Mount Tai is hidden on his body.
This may be her only chance.
Jue recorded all these things one by one, and then seriously thought about how to change them.
A Zhao took a sip of tea and said, "Actually, there is a way to change yourself that is more immediate and effective. I wonder if you are willing to try it?"
"Huh? What?"
"appearance."
A Zhao stretched out a finger and looked at the goddess in front of him.
The refreshing ponytail and the clear and beautiful facial features without applying makeup.
Large, soft eye contour.
Also, I like harmless clothes such as white, light blue, and lotus root.
A Zhao reviewed them one by one based on his own memories of experience and said:
"Don't say that you judge people by their appearance, because when you don't know each other well, appearance and temperament are the first to show. Not everyone is a peerless genius like Zhuge Wuhou, Liuhou Zhang Liang, who can easily grasp people's hearts."
"So, it is very important to give the other person a presupposition of who you are through appearance, temperament, and rumors."
"To leave a good impression?"
"more than."
A Zhao said: "It is based on the purpose, giving information to the other party through appearance and external parts."
The girl stretched out her finger and waved it in front of the goddess in front of her:
"Remember, the information given is what we want the other party to know, do you understand?"
"When the other party's purpose is seen through by us, and what the other party knows about us is what we want the other party to know, it is like a person in a dark room, blinding his sight and hearing. Even a talented person cannot do the job of a small official.
Speaking more broadly, this is also the case many times when officials bring disaster to the country because they are deceived."
"And we can take advantage of this a little bit to control the other party's vision and hearing."
"For example, if you change the simplest image issue now, you can change from the image of 'the goddess like that back then' to the image of 'the calm and fierce Queen Mother of the West'. That Queen Mother of the West will never like white, innocent little girls like Qian Qing.
Is it your favorite color?"
"She likes it."
Taiqi Mountain God and Jue said in unison.
A Zhao: “…………”
She didn’t know why, but this feeling, as if she had encountered a mudslide, that the other party was completely unexpected, gave her an inexplicable feeling of familiarity, and the palms that had been scratched by the sword tingled faintly. She said: "No matter what, we
Give it a try.”
"After you change your image, you can show it to the museum owner."
A Zhao called and found the vodka lady on the attic deck on the second floor of the museum.
'Are you free? I might need your help with something.'
'Ah, this... Actually, I've reached the point of death. The manuscript will be handed in soon, and the fan exhibition will be held soon. My current manuscript is still a little short of it. I'm worried that if I beat them again by then, they might come to visit.
Stew me into pigeon soup, so this time...'
‘It’s Jue who is going to put on makeup.’
‘??! Okay, right away!’
'Isn't it a dead line?'
'As long as you have freedom in your heart, no day is a deadline!'
'That's just a little short of that.'
'I have created a new folder!'
In the flower shop, Jue shook his body a little uncomfortably.
The Vodka Lady and Qin Yuan were nearby.
One hand held a variety of clothes, from cheongsam to Lolita to maid uniform.
There were all kinds of cosmetics in one hand, and his eyes were bright.
Qin Yuan muttered:
"Actually, I also know how to put on makeup. I learned it with great difficulty, so I can be a good person."
The vodka lady asked curiously: "Then you are done?"
The vitality girl Kunlun Divine Beast thought of that stone face, her face hardened, and she gritted her teeth: "No..."
The vodka lady said: "Isn't that just because the beheading was not successful?"
Qin Yuan said in frustration: "Yes, I later discovered that things like beheading men, rings that only last once in a lifetime, limited editions, and high-end products are all capitalist consumption traps that make prices inflated."
High means of harvesting the value of labor.”
“The leek-cutting routine is created through the impact of various information into waves, coercing and influencing people’s emotions and consumption tendencies... The so-called fashion is changing, which means that new leeks can be harvested again, and the added value of these commodities is
It is fiction rather than reality.”
The vodka lady was shocked: "When did you study this?!"
Qin Yuan raised his chin and puffed out his solid chest: "I want to be a capitalist's bird!"
"No, this thing is more like..."
Qin Yuan went to the front to help.
The vodka lady groped her chin and muttered in her heart.
It's more like what people who plan to hang street lights on those people should think about, right?
Why does it feel like she didn't notice at all? What book has this guy been reading recently...
The phone vibrated.
Someone in the group asked when my wife would finish painting.
The vodka lady replied casually: 'It's almost done. It'll be finished soon. Really, I'm just painting and painting.'
I turned off my phone and saw a bunch of pigeon emoticons on it.
The girl felt a little guilty and comforted herself by saying that the folder had been created.
I've worked very hard.
How can a creator not be a dove?!
It doesn't exist, it doesn't exist, it's all false.
Qin's original plan to put makeup on Jue was ruthlessly rejected.
After A Zhao washed Jue's face, he asked Tai Qi Shan Shen to go outside and watch the door.
Then he stretched out his hand to put makeup on the girl, and his voice softened for some reason, and he said:
"When you meet the gods in the future, you can't just look bare-faced. It's praiseworthy that those in power don't have any airs. And the reason why this is praiseworthy is because they are usually under a lot of pressure, so they can gain people's hearts by letting go of their airs.
It’s not that there is no shelf itself.”
"Therefore, some means are also necessary."
Jue nodded, and then said softly: "I understand..."
"But doesn't that mean that what they approve and recognize is my identity, not 'I'? If it were anyone else's aura that changes and reveals the aura of mythology, they would recognize it. What they recognize is mine after all.
Identity, no one knows me because of me.”
A Zhao paused and said, "Maybe so."
"If you want to communicate with the gods as the Queen Mother of the West, Kunlun still needs to be dignified. This does not conflict with treating others with sincerity."
"Your foundation is very good. You don't need any low powder, but it can modify the contours of your face."
"Make the face more sharp and majestic."
"As for the hairstyle, a single ponytail is too homely. I need to change it to something more mature and graceful. Qinyuan, please help me pull up my hair. Painter, could you please pick up the clothes? I'll use ink as the base, interlaced with pure gold, and the bottom lines can be
Yes, but it is only allowed to be dark red and exist in the corners."
The girl's voice was calm, and then she tried the color on the back of her hand.
"As for the hairstyle, keep it simple."
"As for the eye shadow, it is the red color traditionally used in China."
"Your temperament is too bland and needs to be suppressed. But I'm curious as to how you can control such a color..."
A Zhao stretched out his hand and took off Jue's hair tie, and his black hair fell down like a waterfall.
Then half of it was pulled up, and the other half was still let down. He didn't care about the hairpin, but tied it up with gold ornaments at the back. Two long strands of hair fell from the temples to the front. There were broken bangs in front of the forehead. A Zhao still used the remaining hair on his body.
Memories, smearing lipstick on his fingers, and wiping it on Jue's lips.
During this process, A Zhao was in a daze, as if he was looking into a mirror.
Finally, she took half a step back, and Qin Yuan and the Vodka Empress couldn't help but hold their breath.
The goddess in front of her is no longer as light and gentle as before, but has an indescribable grace and indifference. Her red eye shadow and modified facial contours give her a completely different feeling and temperament.
"The cold girl's hanging has become the royal sister style. Is this the cold young lady?"
"I understand!"
"Compete high, compete high, queen compete high!"
The vodka lady stretched out her thumb and held her cell phone in her right hand to take thirty consecutive pictures.
Qin Yuan's eyes were full of stars and he sighed:
"This is what a real big capitalist should look like!"
"I want to be like this too!"
Her face was full of envy, and she seemed to have seen herself transforming into such a graceful appearance before her eyes.
Then, on the tallest building in the Magic City, overlooking the prosperity of the world, wearing a burgundy backless dress, shaking a red wine glass in her hand, drinking slowly, it was simply amazing, but inexplicably, another weird thought emerged.
come out
If it turns out like this, even that stone-faced guy won't hang me up on the street, right?
No, no, no, no?
Wouldn't anyone really hang a beautiful girl on a street lamp?
In her mind, she pictured herself on the tallest building overlooking the bustling city, being hoisted up by Shi Yi with a clothes drying rack and hung on a street lamp. She struggled hard, but there was no expression on Shi Yi's face at all. It was probably just, you are already a
Hopeless capitalist, so go to hell.
The corners of Qin Yuan's mouth twitched.
Why do you think this scene is really possible?
I feel a little timid for no reason.
However, you can’t give up your dream!
The worst case...the worst case scenario is that I hold his thigh and beg him not to hang me up.
Qin Yuan encouraged himself.
Life, ah no, the goal of Niansheng has changed.
The current goal is to grow into a beautiful boss capitalist who makes Stone Face reluctant to hang up a street lamp.
But A Zhao frowned and said: "It's still...almost..."
"Ah? Isn't this enough?"
Qin Yuan was stunned.
"Not enough... not enough..."
A Zhao always felt that something was missing, and the Vodka Empress comforted her: "Oh, don't think about it anymore. After all, you have never seen the real queen. Being able to make such a huge change with makeup is already amazing. Don't
Put pressure on yourself.”
"Queen..."
A Zhao looked stunned, then smiled: "You're right."
She picked up a vodka girl's paintbrush and dipped it in golden eye shadow.
Then Zai Jue nodded.
It left a little trace like cinnabar, but it was a golden vertical flowing pattern.
The lightness and gentleness of the goddess were completely suppressed.
Divinity and majesty are highlighted.
A Zhao smiled and said, "This is enough."
"Is this really not the Queen?"
"It's so, so awesome..."
Qin Yuan and the Vodka Empress were stunned.
When Taiqi Mountain God came in, he was shocked when he saw the girl over there.
For a moment, he didn't recognize that the person in front of him was Jue. He just thought it was a certain goddess, even at a level where he could chat and laugh happily with the Queen Mother of the West. He subconsciously planned to salute, and then he reacted: "Where is Your Majesty Jue?"
The goddess Jue nodded.
"it's me……"
Tai Qi gasped.
For the first time, I realized how outrageous the world’s makeup techniques are.
The second reaction is, this thing won’t give birth to any mythical concept that changes faces in the future, right?
After that, many mountain gods and water gods who were still there were invited over. Their first reactions were similar. They did not recognize the person in front of them as Jue. According to the suggestions of all the mountain gods, they changed their temperament, even Jue's.
The aura of the true spirit has been covered up, and the temperament has completely transformed from the breeze into the appearance of gold and jade.
"awesome!"
"It's just outrageous."
"That's great, I really hope the Queen Mother of the West can see this scene!"
Lord Chongwu couldn't help but burst into tears.
The Vodka Empress took photos in various poses and comforted Him: "Don't worry, Old Mountain Master."
"I took pictures of them all!"
"The Queen Mother of the West will not be absent from any of the matters between Jue and the owner of the museum in the future, I promise!"
To ensure this, she even turned around and took a group photo of everyone present.
Then, I happily uploaded it to the cloud and saved it.
There was movement outside, and the Vodka Empress turned around and smiled evilly, ran to the back to push Jue, and said: "The owner is back, go and talk to him, ahem, in this way, you can pretend to be the Queen Mother of the West. This is very interesting.
I’ll take a photo!”
Jue thought for a while, coughed, and slowly opened his eyes.
The brown pupils seemed to have a thousand winds flowing, the temperament was cold and graceful, the black hair on the temples moved slightly, the golden vertical lines between the eyebrows seemed to light up, the aura of the gods, and a sense of majesty surged out, and many mountain gods and water gods subconsciously bent
Waist salute.
As the Kunlun Goddess, the Goddess actually has natural suppression over them.
"No...this..."
The old mountain master was helpless: "I just can't help it."
The Taiqi Mountain God looked graceful and bowed: "I can't help it."
"It's so similar after all."
The old mountain master sighed: "Yeah, it's so similar... so much like the Queen Mother of the West at this age, cold and indifferent, boundless killing." The Vodka Empress raised her head: "Boundless killing? The Queen Mother of the West shouldn't be very lazy.
Gentle?"
"Yeah?"
The mountain owner glanced at her and said, "But she is the one in charge of Gengjin among the gods in the four directions."
"The nature of gold governs autumn and kills all things."
The vodka lady said: "She turned out to be a woman with a bad temper."
She sighed: "No wonder she is a tiger-toothed lolita in the world of mountains and seas. Who is to blame for this? Isn't it her fault?"
Jue, on the other hand, has already stepped forward with graceful steps, her black hair raised slightly, and above the flower shop, she looks like a god on earth, cold and indifferent, rich in divinity, cool and cold, and just about to speak, the person riding back from the front
The museum owner had already come over and handed her a large bag of snacks.
"guard……"
"I'm changing clothes today, Jue."
The museum owner smiled: "It suits you very well."
The goddess' movements were stagnant, "Huh?"
The melon-eaters in the flower shop widened their eyes: "Ah??!!"
Jue hesitated and said, "Did you recognize it?"
"I recognize what I don't recognize, how can I admit that I'm wrong?"
Wei Yuan was a little confused and said: "Let's have dinner together later. I'll settle the matter with A Liang first. You still remember A Liang, right? That brat in Nanyang back then."
He whispered with a smile:
"A Liang is here, and you are here too. It's like going back to the time when you visited Nanyang."
Turning around, holding a pile of clothes and kicking open the museum door:
"Hey, hey, hey, Zhuge Liang, come out and change your clothes quickly, don't force me to take you out... eh?"
He saw the mastermind in white walking out of Bai Ze with a satisfied smile.