The main materials of this set of armor are bamboo, leather and some metal. It is black all over and is exquisitely made, which is pleasing to the eye.
In fact, compared with the armor of other countries at the same time, the Japanese samurai armor is not the best in terms of defense or practicality, because for a long time, the Japanese have been playing their own "Warring States Period" at the village chief level on their own islands behind closed doors.
But leaving aside a series of shortcomings,
The key is that it looks good.
Even at this moment, when Zhou Ze looked at himself in the mirror, he did not feel the discomfort or anger that he suddenly had this thing on his body. Instead, he felt that the practicality and protection of this set of armor aside, just the fact that it suddenly appeared during a fight made him feel very "cool";
If there is an experienced Taoist priest nearby and a classical BGM is played in time, the effect will be even better.
Perhaps it was influenced by modern Japanese cultural products. At least for Zhou Ze, he really didn't hate this set of armor.
Zhou Ze still remembers that when he was a child in the orphanage, after dinner, a large group of children would gather in the living room where there was the only TV in the school, and they would sit on small stools together waiting to watch cartoons.
At that time, VCRs and later VCDs and DVDs were not popular, so people basically watched whatever was on TV.
There was a period of time when a Japanese anime "Magic Warriors" was popular all over the continent, setting off a huge craze. Even from today's perspective, this anime still does not feel outdated in the design of armor and the use of some second-year background music.
Reach out,
Lift your legs.
Twist your waist,
Even though he felt a little weak now, Zhou Ze still insisted on posing a few times in front of the mirror, feeling like an old man still reminiscing about his youth.
When he had enough fun, Zhou Ze closed his eyes, the armor quickly disappeared, he took a long breath, and sat down again, his body already covered in sweat.
Bai Yingying also brought the shower gel and walked back into the bathroom. Seeing that Zhou Ze was sweating again, she didn't know why, so she could only help Zhou Ze wash again.
Enjoying the service of his maid, Boss Zhou, after taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, was helped by Bai Yingying to sit on his favorite seat on the sofa.
There was a plate of candy, coffee and a newspaper on the coffee table in front of me.
The leisurely afternoon time should be wasted.
Boss Zhou quickly put himself into the role of Salted Fish again. Perhaps it was his nature. Moreover, after what happened last time, Zhou Ze began to have an instinctive aversion to any activities that required him to leave the bookstore.
He has a somewhat selfish character, and he has the attitude of "I just want to enjoy myself to the fullest, even if there will be a flood after I die of my saltiness."
The old Taoist came back at this time, sweating profusely. Seeing Zhou Ze leaning on the sofa reading a newspaper, the old Taoist laughed excitedly twice, and immediately took a bottle of cold beer and came over, saying:
"Boss, it feels so good to come home and see you sitting here reading the newspaper as usual."
The old man's implication is,
It's like a husband who works hard outside all day and then comes home and sees his wife breastfeeding the baby, and all his tiredness disappears.
Anyway, this sounds weird.
Zhou Ze glanced at the old Taoist priest and saw that he was full of energy and walked with a strong step. He suddenly felt a little envious of this guy. After that incident, even though the old Taoist priest had Bai Yingying's corpse pill to prolong his life, it only guaranteed that he would not die. He did not expect that the old Taoist priest had such a strong vitality that he had recovered in just a short time.
A seventy-year-old man has such terrifying vitality, and he can still stand up straight when he wakes up in the morning, always thinking about all kinds of things in his mind. It's really enviable.
"How is your health?" Zhou Ze asked.
No matter what, we still have to show some concern, even if Zhou Ze thinks there is nothing wrong with the Taoist ordering a dragon and two phoenixes to play all night long.
"Very good, I feel stronger than before." The old Taoist patted his chest and sat down next to Zhou Ze, then stretched out his hand and quietly pointed at Bai Yingying who was busy at the back, and whispered:
"Boss, can you solve Yingying's problem?"
"I'll sort it out once I recover."
"That's good. She's a pretty girl." The old Taoist smacked his lips, went to the bathroom, then came out and turned on the big TV, randomly changing channels.
"Hey, boss, there's a football game today, do you want to watch it?"
"Not interested." Zhou Ze is not a football fan.
“It seems that Tongcheng Zhiyun’s game is against a Chinese Super League team, the FA Cup.
A China League Two team is playing against a China Super League team. This is very rare. Let me take a look."
The Taoist priest is not actually a football fan, but he does have some connection with the team. When he traveled around the country in the early years, he was invited to perform rituals at the home stadiums of many football teams and clubs, which meant to bless the team's home stadium and change its luck.
Maybe those teams were unlucky and their shots at home always hit the post or they were just bad luck. Anyway, the Taoist priest was just a blind cat catching a dead mouse, or maybe the players felt that their home field was blessed and their mental state was different, so their home results improved all of a sudden. The Taoist priest was very popular for this, and after he became famous, he was invited by several clubs to perform rituals.
If we say that Chinese people are truly superstitious, there are actually not many of them. Although temples are bustling with incense, people just want to have fun and worship as soon as they enter the temple, in the spirit of casting a wide net. And this is actually not superstition. Before the construction of a building starts, or before the filming of a TV series begins, they will place an altar and burn incense to seek good luck.
However, the Taoist priests went too far a few years ago, and it started a butterfly effect. You invited a Taoist priest, and I will invite a shaman or a monk. In short, after you finish your performance, I will take the stage, and all kinds of gods will come together to bless you, giving full play to the local cultural industry characteristics of clubs across the country, and it is very lively.
However, this was captured by fans and posted online. The fans were just joking, but it was noticed by higher-ups, and the Football Association immediately issued a document prohibiting all clubs from doing such things again.
For this reason, the old Taoist also cut off this source of income and had to switch to the live broadcast industry. This is a story for another time.
… …
Xu Qinglang did not drive back to his hometown. He took a ride back and forth. When he finished his business in his hometown and took a ride back, he saw that the drivers on the road always seemed to be looking at him secretly.
All right,
Xu Qinglang has become accustomed to this kind of scrutiny and has become immune to it. He is also clear about his own appearance and temperament, so there is nothing he can do about it.
However, the driver seemed to be a little bit abnormal. He took out his mobile phone from time to time, and then deliberately looked at himself in the rearview mirror. Finally, the driver couldn't help asking:
"Are you a cross-dresser?"
Xu Qinglang didn't understand the meaning at first.
The driver shook his head, looked at the phone screen again, and asked, "Are you a man or a woman?"
"A man."
Xu Qinglang pointed at the driver and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Tell me what you are looking at." Xu Qinglang said firmly.
Not to mention the domineering aura of owning more than 20 sets,
I'm just saying that I've seen a lot of tempered temperaments in recent times.
Xu Qinglang now seemed to be speaking with a Wu Zetian-like sense of oppression.
The driver was probably young, and not as mentally prepared as an experienced person. He was so nervous that he pointed at the screen and said:
“We have driver reviews here, but passengers can’t see them;
I saw the reviews here saying that you are very beautiful, and some people are guessing whether you are a man or a woman. I took your order because I saw this review and I was interested and took the order immediately. In fact, your path is quite different from mine. "
"boring."
Xu Qinglang shook his head disdainfully and closed his eyes.
About twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the door of the bookstore. Xu Qinglang got out of the car and saw that there were quite a few people in the bookstore, and they were alive.
Pushing the door open and walking in, Xu Qinglang saw Zhou Ze sitting at the bar.
"You're awake." Xu Qinglang greeted.
"Yeah." Zhou Ze nodded.
"Why is it so lively?" Xu Qinglang asked.
Zhou Ze pointed to the screen on the big TV and said, "At first, the Taoist priest was watching the game, and then many passers-by saw it through the glass window and came in to watch it together."
"Spend a hundred dollars just to watch a football game?" Xu Qinglang was a little confused.
In fact, Tongcheng has not had a professional football team for a long time, but since it had one in the past two years, it has attracted a lot of fans. Even for the China League Two games, there are nearly 10,000 people going to watch the game on site every time. The popularity has exceeded that of some Chinese Super League teams.
"Fuck, we're down 2-0, damn, I'm not going to watch this anymore!"
A middle-aged man with many tattoos on his body yelled and cursed a few times, and finally went to the bar to pay the bill reluctantly.
"This is a rip-off. I only ordered two bottles of Sprite and they charged me 100. The most important thing is that we were two goals behind in the first half. I am really asking for trouble."
The tattooed man thought about it and took back the hundred dollars he was about to put out, and said to Zhou Ze:
"Boss, are you embarrassed to take my money? I'm also here, nicknamed Brother Qiang, if you have any problems in the future just let me know..."
"No." Zhou Ze replied.
The tattooed man chuckled and pointed at Zhou Ze, signaling him to understand that anyone who could open a store on South Street would not be the target of criticism from such a weak little gangster.
The tattooed man took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and then pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked out in a casual manner.
"You are asking for your own death." Xu Qinglang mocked from the side.
He understood why Zhou Ze suddenly became kind enough not to take his money. It was definitely not because he was threatened.
joke,
A ghost messenger is threatened by a ruffian from your world. Is he still going to continue to fight
In addition, Boss Zhou has a stingy personality. How could he go against money
In fact, Xu Qinglang could also see that the tattooed gangster had a black forehead and some black air around his body. It was obvious that he had attracted some evil things recently. If there was no one with Taoist skills to help him get rid of the disaster, he would get seriously ill at best, or even get into a car accident on the road.
If you don't want to take money from a dying person, then don't take it. Maybe he will come to the bookstore again in a few days. If I couldn't take your money when you were alive, I will take it after you die. Anyway, Boss Zhou is in a safe position.
Zhou Ze silently lit a cigarette.
The outside of the bookstore is made of glass, so you can clearly see the tattooed man who just walked out from inside.
The tattooed man took a big puff of cigarette, walked out, and was about to spit it out.
A pregnant woman happened to walk past him.
The tattooed man looked at the woman's big belly and immediately forced himself to hold back the puff of cigarette. People who smoke know the sour feeling of swallowing a puff of cigarette, just like swallowing half a mouthful of mustard.
After the pregnant woman left,
The tattooed man was bent over and retching on the ground.
Boss Zhou blew out a smoke ring, and Xu Qinglang beside him also saw this scene.
"Go and help him crack it." Zhou Ze said.
Xu Qinglang nodded.