Chapter 36 God has eyes

When I arrived at the nine-patterned home, the home was magnificent and luxurious, but there was a little bit of decoration. At first glance, these decorations were decorated in the 1990s, which was a little old-fashioned.

And the place where the nine patterns work - the innermost room of the house is 40 square meters. The walls are surrounded by various patterns. These patterns should be accumulated by the tattoo master for many years.

Jiuwen said, "These patterns are the patterns that my master and I have tattooed all my life. Su Han, take a closer look."

"Alas? How do you know my name is Su Han? Su Han clearly remembered that he didn't tell Master Jiuwen his name at all the way.

Master Jiuwen smiled, and the folds on his face were put together and became a small flower: "Your father is a Soviet army. We used to be good friends. The word 'Mian' on his shoulder is still his own handwriting."

"Oh! You are the tattoo master my father once talked about with me.

"Haha, it should be." Jiuwen is very talkative, but every time he speaks, he uses very short sentences.

Manhua was attracted by the tattoo pattern, and Su Han talked with Jiuwen.

"Master Jiuwen, my father also told me about you, saying that you are the second master of Wenguan, no more than one palm, right?"

"Yes!"

Su Han didn't understand again: "Since you know, why did you tattoo the second master on your apprentice?"

After listening to this, Master Jiuwen's eyes were more turbid, and he couldn't see any angry luster: "It's a long story. When I first learned tattoos, I was very brilliant. In the Hong Kong generation, everyone knew my nine tattoos, and even the eldest brother and master of Liansheng were tattooed by me.

"But the good times will not last long. Ten years later, people prefer to tattoo Western things, such as butterflies, Bibles, foreign literature, clover patterns, etc. Chinese ancient tattoos are becoming less and less popular, and our business is almost unable to continue."

"Tattoos are almost the same, isn't it just a style?"

"Is it still called Chinese ancient tattoo after changing the style?" Jiuwen's voice was a little excited: "In my heart, the ancient tattoo is the real tattoo, my soul, and my spirit. If I change the style, I will die, which is more terrible than the real death."

Su Han suddenly respects Master Jiuwen. This is a person who lives for his faith: "Master, go on."

"Now, I feel that my life is coming soon. I plan to find someone who can inherit the mantle, but I can't find it at all. Some young men who want to learn tattoos don't like my local things. They are more willing to go to the city to find some masters in Taiwan or the United States to learn tattoos, thinking that kind of Only then can you make money."

"It's not easy, Xiaobai, San'er and Lizi are willing to learn tattoos from me, but Xiaobai has a condition that I need to tattoo the image of the second master for him, and the leper asked me to tattoo two five-clawed golden dragons for him. These are all taboo, but I am eager to use energy to tattoo into the portrait to solve some difficulties."

Su Han nodded: "No wonder when I clean up the two of them, their tattoos will be psychic, but it is also a clever technique to tattoo energy into the body. At least I can't do it. By the way, what about your three apprentices?

"Among them, the leop and Xiaobai are dead, and San'er doesn't want to learn tattoos anymore." Master Jiuwen said blankly.

Su Han was extremely surprised: "Why did he die in the afternoon?"

Master Jiuwen's eyes crossed two traces of hot tears.

After Su Han's side-by-side attack, he understood the truth of their death.

It turned out that the rookie and Xiaobai did not suffer any difficulties because they were protected by psychic tattoos. However, this morning, the two auras had been used to fight against Su Han. Without the suppression of energy aura, the second master Guan and the five-clawed golden dragon were like the bad luck accumulated over so many years, and the two died violently.

Especially Xiaobai, lying on **, twitching all over, holding his hands against the top, shouting, "Master Guan, spare my life, spare my life, don't kill me, don't kill me."

For a moment, Xiaobai's expression was on one side, and his eyebrows were arrogant, and his voice was like Hong Zhong Dalu: "Unknown junior, dare to attack me Guan Yunchang, behead!"

After saying this, Xiaobai had no sound and died.

How dare San'er learn to tattoo when he sees such a scene as a friend? He rolled up the bedding and went to Yanjing City to work.

Su Han didn't expect that there would be such bad news all afternoon. He suddenly felt a little guilty and patted the back of Master Jiuwen's hand: "Master, I'm really sorry to have killed both your apprentices."

"Nothing." Master Jiuwen shook his head gently: "These apprentices are not talented and don't study hard, and it is difficult to inherit my mantle." His eyes suddenly lit up: "Why don't you try it?"

"Me?" Su Han actually wanted to learn this kind of tattoo craft, but suddenly he wanted to worship a master. He really couldn't get through it. He used to have a master in the world of cultivation: "No, I used to have a master. If I worship him again, I will feel sorry."

"Oh! Master or anything is a false name. As long as you want, I will teach you everything. I just hope you can inherit my methods and don't let him be lost. Jiuwen is not an enlightened person, but after so many years of hardships, he has to be enlightened.

"Then I'll try it."

Master Jiuwen said and handed over a needle.

Nowadays, tattoo shops use disposable needles, and then insert needles into the machine, which can save a lot of energy and is not so complicated. Many needles do not need to be exquisite, but only need to have painting skills.

However, the ancient tattoo in China is different. You must use tattoo needles, and the techniques are quite exquisite. There are pricks, hooks, hanging patterns, echoes, ice patterns, etc. A mature ancient tattooist, and the needle in his hand is a weapon.

Rumor has it that the most powerful tattoo artist can close his eyes and stab a lifelike linting tiger on people with only his hand feeling and unique stitching.

"Xiaohan, I will test your talent for using needles. If possible, I will give you how to use the energy in your body into the tattoo needle and carve a psychic tattoo."

"Alle." Su Han really wants to learn the thorn of psychic tattoos, and there will be more tricks to save his life in the future.

Master Jiuwen stood up, straightened his arm in front of him, stabbed three needles out of thin air, and then said to Su Han, "Xiao Han, if you can prick within an inch around the three points just now, you are qualified and can definitely inherit my mant."

In fact, Master Jiuwen strengthened the requirements for Su Han. In the past, the requirements of Jiuwen were within three inches.

Within three inches is mediocrity, and within two inches is ordinary. Within one inch, it is good talent. If within half an inch, this needle method can be regarded as a gift. After all, it is just looking at the other party stabbing three stings. When there is a gap in angle or space, there will be a certain visual deviation.

Su Han is not afraid. He has been trained in this area. His master has said before that he has a unique talent for needles, especially the accuracy of acupuncture points and the stability of shooting, which is difficult to see.

"Then I'll start." Su Han stood in front of Master Jiuwen.

Jiuwen's lips trembled a little. Looking at Su Han's posture of holding the needle, he was a little upright. He hoped that Su Han could stab within half an inch, which was also God's eyes and made him find a talented teenager in his old age.

Su Han closed his eyes and suddenly opened his eyes. He brushed and stabbed three needles in a row. His technique was a little strange. After a needle was stabbed out, he did not completely shrink his hand, but withdrew an inch. After the needle went away, he directly pricked to the second point.

The time he spent on completing the three stitches was much shorter than that of the nine lines. What is more valuable is that each needle happens to be stuck on the accurate point. No one else can see it, but the nine lines can be seen clearly.

Su Han looked at Jiuwen: "Master, have I finished pricking?"

Jiuwen did not answer in a hurry, but his eyes contained hot tears, and two lines of old tears were across his withering face.

"Master? Did I let you down?" Su Han suddenly felt a little nervous. Could it be that Jiuwen said that it was a test of accuracy, but in fact, he was testing something else, and then he saw that he had no talent and was so disappointed that he burst into tears?

"No, no, no!" Jiuwen wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief: "I'm thinking about opening my eyes. It's really eye-opening. Your hands are stable, the needle is stable, and fast. This is really an ideal heir. Our tattoo door is rarely like this. Thinking about it, only the legendary ancestor has such talent."

Excited, Jiuwen turned to the place where the door had just come in - next to the ancestral tablet, and he knelt on the ground: "Master, the door has not been broken in my hand. It's pitiful that a good apprentice has been sent."

Jiuwen said a little excited, but Su Han was also moved a lot. He squatted beside Jiuwen and said, "Master Jiuwen, although I can't call you master, you are my uncle. I'll call you Uncle Jiu."

"Good...child." Jiuwen's voice was a little choked: "Your ninth uncle will definitely teach you everything he has learned."

"Thank you." Su Han said two heavy words. In the future, if anyone asks about his technique, he will definitely say that it is a self-printed technique.

After a long rest, Jiuwen stabilized his mood and waved to Su Han: "Xiaohan, I'll teach you the second-hand introduction and apply energy to the tip of the needle." After saying that, he pinched the pattern needle with both hands. The pattern needle is about the same length as the silver needle, about ten centimeters, but the needle is tougher than the silver needle. It is made of alloy steel and shakes. It is not as wind and rain as the silver needle, but as stable as Mount Tai.

While being lucky, Jiuwen said, "If you want to use energy in the needle, you must pay attention to the technique of luck. You can't act directly on a line, otherwise the energy will be lax."

"Yes." Su Han looked aside and secretly admired the power of the world. The ancestor of Wenmen could come up with such an idea to make the energy not dissipate, and at the same time condensed on a pattern of the human body, worthy of the four words "unparallable genius".