Ruchen was stunned.
Nothing could be seen from his perspective.
He only saw an old man who looked 90% similar to "Zheng Shan". He called himself Zheng Baimei. He stood in the air for a moment after appearing.
Zheng Baimei asked him to close his eyes and turn his head, and Ruchen obeyed.
Later, I couldn't hold it back anymore. I heard the movement and turned back. I glared and found that my senior was about to get cold.
The next second, the dark tent in the sky was penetrated by countless dazzling sword lights.
Thousands of sword lights seemed to appear out of thin air, twisting the raven man into a bird shape.
In front of Ruchen, Senior Zheng Baimei cast some evil spell and died together with the crow farmer.
The above is the understanding from Ruchen’s perspective.
He couldn't look deeper, so he didn't know what Zheng Xiu did, what he understood, and what he understood in that short moment of life and death.
Zheng Baimei used his life to dispel the ominous night and bring a quiet and peaceful night to this remote place in Daqian.
In fact, before Zheng Xiu fabricated the incarnation of "Zheng Baimei", that is, in the prison of his mind, when Zheng Xiu was talking to "Riddle Arm", he inexplicably upgraded his only talent - [No businessman, no traitor].
[No businessman, no treacherous person (perfect skill)] 1. As the saying goes, no businessman can be treacherous, and you are the tyrant among the treacherous ones. When you throw a point, there is a certain probability of triggering "opportunism" to double the points. 2. You understand the way of choosing. As the saying goes, give first and then take. When creating a new incarnation, you can halve the points of one throw in advance, and the points of the next two throws will definitely trigger "Opportunism" and double. 3. You are unscrupulous in your actions. When creating a new incarnation, you can specify that one attribute other than "age" must be "unconventional" at the expense of having a very high probability of a "big failure" in other attributes.
As Zheng Xiu's "talent", after more than 20 years of hard work and a chance encounter after being imprisoned, he has reached the level of "proficiency" and has derived three changes.
"Opportunistic", "choice of choice", "the end justifies the means".
When fabricating "Zheng Baimei", Zheng Xiu tried for the first time the third derivative change - "by any means necessary".
At that time, it was the first time that Zheng Xiu truly touched the "bottleneck" of the incarnation, which was reflected in the number of points as "fifty".
Zheng Baimei's incarnation seemed invincible and killed the crow farmer with one sword.
But judging from the panel, Zheng Baimei is actually very weak.
Because at that time, Zheng Xiu chose the "unconventional" attribute which was [Learning].
The reason why I chose knowledge is because the first two incarnations of Zheng Xiu, the "macho man" and the "evil boy", are one big and one small, one fierce and one tender, one strong and one cute, and they can complement each other to some extent. At that time, I was thinking of creating another incarnation with incredible strength or footwork. It seemed unnecessary and not in line with the identity of the "ancestor of the Zheng family".
In addition, Zheng Xiu had doubts about the so-called "unconventional", and he had the idea of giving it a try without getting pregnant, as well as some unclear intuitions, Zheng Xiu boldly chose "knowledge" as his An exceptional test subject.
What should I say?
The "Unknown Sword Master" described in [Heaven and Earth Join Gang and Return to One Sword Intention] is only a few words, brief and hasty.
Knowledge, sword master, strong character, sword mastery, coldness.
The words were intertwined one by one, and the figure of a peerless swordsman was outlined in Zheng Xiu's mind.
He chose [Learning] because he always felt that the unknown swordsman in his imagination and the "Zheng Baimei" he was about to create should be the ones with the most outstanding [Learning].
Zheng Xiu admitted that there was an element of gambling.
But it’s not like he can’t afford to lose.
It's just another one.
It’s hard to say whether Zheng Xiu’s bet succeeded or not.
Because the final result is that [knowledge] seems to have broken through a barrier that ordinary people cannot break through, reaching a level of fifty-one.
[Knowledge] also became [Comprehension] on the parchment.
Except for his age, Zheng Baimei's other attributes are not high, and they are far inferior to the two trumpet hunks and villains that Zheng Xiu worked so hard to create. They are far from satisfactory.
Only [Comprehension] is as high as fifty-one, and the evaluation is: one hearing and one thousand enlightenments.
It is this "unconventional" understanding that created Zheng Baimei.
It was created that before Zheng Baimei died, on the verge of life and death, he seemed to burn out his life and burst out with a shocking sword that made the world change color!
Heaven and earth come together with one sword!
…
Night falls.
Zheng Baimei's head was weathering little by little. Zheng Baimei's expression did not show any pain, but instead contained a hint of calm realization and satisfaction.
He realized.
Zheng Xiu used that terrifying sword to transform into a sword master and vaguely understood what a "sword" was.
Then died.
Zheng Baimei's head was completely turned into gray, and scattered in the night, not a single bit was left.
Ruchen stared blankly at the disappearing "Senior Zheng Baimei", feeling very sad in his heart.
He dug the soil on the ground with both hands, as if he wanted to dig out the ashes of his predecessor and bury them alive.
However he failed.
Dirt is still dirt, no ashes.
"Senior...Brother Zheng...Senior...Brother Zheng..."
Ruchen continued to dig, his nails burst and his fingers were stained red.
Sometimes he calls him Senior, and sometimes he calls Brother Zheng.
Because Ruchen couldn't tell at this moment whether the person who "sacrificed" himself to save him just now was an old man named "Zheng Baimei" or the macho Zheng Shan.
I can’t tell the difference, the young monk really can’t tell the difference!
suddenly.
Ruchen's back sank.
A man appeared out of nowhere and somehow landed on his back.
It's the macho big brother!
"Brother!"
Ruchen blurted out, omitting the word "Zheng" out of urgency, and shouted smoothly.
"Brother!"
"Brother!"
"elder brother!"
After calling out a few times, the strong man on his back didn't respond at all. He lay stiffly on Ruchen's back, seemingly asleep, but his breathing was weak and his face was pale.
Ruchen was about to put Zheng Xiu down on his back and check Zheng Xiu's injuries.
But the next second, Ruchen was stunned.
Zheng Xiu, who had fainted, grabbed the scroll on Ruchen's back with one hand when he fell.
No matter how hard Ruchen tried, he couldn't separate Zheng Xiu's hand from the scroll.
"The painting depends on the person's presence...the painting depends on the person's presence."
Ruchen murmured and repeated Zheng Xiu's instructions before leaving.
He believed that something must have happened to Zheng Xiu.
He also believed that the senior who called himself "Zheng Baimei" would not appear for no reason, let alone die for no reason.
Ruchen just has amnesia, and he is not stupid.
"Brother, Ruchen will definitely live up to Brother Zheng's trust."
Ruchen's panicked look disappeared instantly, replaced by perseverance and determination.
Now Jingtang Town has long been in ruins due to the battle between Zheng Xiu and the crow farmers.
A series of ravines cut the town into different parts.
Houses collapsed and flagstones lifted from streets.
In the messy town, Ruchen found some rags, tore them into strips of cloth, and tied Zheng Xiu securely to his body.
There is a scroll between Zheng Xiu and Ruchen.
The residents of the town have already fled here.
Ruchen carried Zheng Xiu on his back and walked carefully around the city.
By the faint moonlight, Ruchen found two bundles near the ruins of what was once Jingwu's house.
Inside the baggage are clothes, dry food, and utensils to keep out the cold, which are relatively well preserved.
After simply tidying up, Ruchen clumsily put a coat on Zheng Xiu's back.
Zheng Xiu's grip was too tight, and he couldn't even pull it off when he was lying on Ruchen's back, which made it extremely difficult for Ruchen to put a cotton-padded jacket on Zheng Xiu.
Fortunately, Ruchen was not just an ordinary person. He put a cotton-padded jacket on Zheng Xiu to keep out the cold, covering his whole body with only his nose exposed.
With great difficulty, he packed up the two bundles again and turned them into one bundle, which he tied in front of him.
After doing all the above, Ruchen gasped for air.
As night falls, the temperature on the plateau drops sharply, and Ruchen's breath condenses into a puff of white water vapor.
"Huh...huh...huh...little monk can definitely do it, because this is Brother Zheng's request."
"Although the crow farmer was killed by that... old senior who looked like Brother Zheng but may not be completely Brother Zheng."
Ruchen's thoughts were extremely clear now. He smoothed out the relationship between Brother Zheng and the old man. He murmured to himself. When he raised his head, he inadvertently looked at the Tianyin Mountain covered with white snow in the dark night.
The mountainside of Tianyin Mountain is covered by a layer of clouds and fog all year round. From Ruchen's perspective, the mountain top cannot be seen at all.
He didn't know how high the mountain was.
I don’t know how cold it is on the mountain.
Not to mention how rugged the mountain road is.
Ruchen only has one thought left now, there is no one on the mountain, no raven, nothing.
That is a place that ordinary people cannot set foot on... a desperate place.
Ruchen touched his head.
Jedi?
Jedi is right.
Ruchen's thoughts at this moment were very simple.
Since Jedi is a place that ordinary people cannot enter.
Then Ye Weiyang can't come in either.
The raven can't even fly up.
"That's right!"
Ruchen grinned, tied his luggage in front of him, carried Zheng Xiu and the scroll behind him, and walked step by step in the direction of Tianyin Mountain.
Every time he took a step, the heavy burden bent his knees, making a crisp sound, but Ruchen still smiled and quickly straightened his knees and took the next step.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...
The moonlight is pale and the mist rises.
Ruchen looked a bit bloated with Zheng Xiu on his back.
He looked like a lone warrior brave enough to die.
But he is also like an ascetic.
Ruchen spent two hours and finally reached the foot of the mountain.
Perhaps an ancient person once tried to climb Tianyin Mountain, and soon Ruchen discovered a steep path that curved upward.
In fact, this path cannot be called a road. At first glance, it is full of sharp stones. It can only be said that compared with other smooth rock walls, this path... can be walked.
Ruchen weighed the "heavy objects" on his back, made sure they were tied tightly, and walked up without looking back.
While walking Ruchen said to himself with a change of expression.
"Fool!"
"This bald guy must have lost his brain. He's just trying to survive but he's going to seek death instead!"
"You're still scolding!"
"Did I scold you?"
"He's bald, so aren't we?"
"That makes sense!"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
Somehow, Ruchen began to hear the conversations of his inner demons.
But all he felt was the noise.
It started to snow soon, and if someone looked from a distance, they could see a big lump of "snow" moving little by little toward Tianyin Mountain.
The third day.
Ruchen is still climbing up.
He stubbornly believed that since he could still climb up here, it meant that this place was not perfect enough.
If it's not enough, then Ye Weiyang's people can catch up.
By the fourth night.
The winding path has disappeared, and it seems that the ancients could only climb here.
Ruchen turned around and looked down, and was so frightened that he took a breath of cold air. His lungs hurt from the cold, and the ice slag on his eyebrows fell off his body in chunks.
Looking down, Jingtang Town, which was destroyed by the macho man and the crow farmer, could only barely make out an outline the size of a palm.
In the palm-sized Jingtang Town, there are faintly bright dots flickering, which are firelights.
The firelight moved in the "slap" flickeringly, back and forth, as if looking for something.
"Hey!" Ruchen was immediately happy when he saw this, his chapped lips fell apart, and the hot blood was frozen into red ice slag in the blink of an eye as soon as it came out of the cracked lips. Ruchen didn't feel the pain at all, and said with a smile, "Idiot , can’t you find it?”
Night six.
Ruchen tied himself to a protruding rock with a hemp rope prepared in advance, closed his eyes and remained motionless.
Until a large piece of snow fell from a height and hit his face, freezing him awake. After waking up, Ruchen was so frightened that his face changed randomly. The left side of his face looked like a boy and the right side looked like a girl: "Why is the little monk asleep? It's so dangerous! Where is Brother Zheng! Still, still..."
Zheng Xiu was still lying quietly behind Ruchen, sleeping steadily under the cloth strips.
His expression was as peaceful as a sleeping baby.
"Second mother..."
Zheng Xiu, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly murmured in a daze.
"Fifty-six times."
Ruchen was not surprised by this. After counting a few, he nodded with a smile, took two random mouthfuls of dry food that was hard from the cold, and continued walking upward.
With every step he took, his feet left a deep hole in the thick snow.
Pull your foot out, step on it, pull it out again, and step on it again.
A row of dark red footprints were left on the snow.
…
Zheng Xiu felt that he had had a long dream.
In the dream he was still a child.
Zheng Haoran put on his battle armor and resolutely set out to fight. The "Zheng" family's military flags were flying all over the city, and the people sent each other off for ten miles.
He and his second wife hugged each other and cried bitterly.
After a while the dream changed.
He dreamed of a lush grassland with birds chirping and flowers fragrant.
A man came galloping on a horse, it was the heroic Feng Bei.
Feng Bei stretched out her hand to him with a smile, with a big word "death" written in the palm of her hand.
Zheng Xiu was a little reluctant when he saw the word "death".
Feng Bei's expression changed, and he said gloomily: "What's wrong? Not happy?"
"I do!"
Zheng Xiu carefully held Feng Bei's hand.
Feng Bei looked shocked: "You are not him!"
Zheng Xiu died in the next second, and the screen in front of him went black, leaving only a big word "death".
"Fengbei!"
Zheng Xiu was so frightened that he opened his eyes.
A smell of meat came to my face.
Zheng Xiu felt weak all over, and there was a loud "gurgling" sound in his stomach.
"Brother?"
A hoarse voice echoed in the cave.
The sound sounded like the sound made by being thirsty in the desert without drinking water for ten and a half days.
"There's a painting!"
Zheng Xiu, who had just woken up, was agitated. The unfamiliar environment made him wary.
When he raised his hand, Zheng Xiu found that the scroll was in his hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Monk?"
Only then did Zheng Xiu follow the sound and found a skinny young man with short hair and ragged clothes not far away, lighting a bonfire. On the bonfire was a simple earthenware pot with a broken lid. There is a piece of it, and it cannot be covered tightly. There was something cooking in the pot, and it smelled particularly fragrant, which whetted Zheng Xiu's appetite. The boiling hot soup made a gurgling sound, which sounded particularly pleasant amidst the occasional wind blowing outside.
"Why did your hair grow out?"
This was the third sentence Zheng Xiu said after opening his eyes.
"Uh... the young monk didn't bring a razor, so that's all. Don't be afraid, I'll just go back and shave later." Ruchen smiled with a dirty face, revealing two rows of white teeth, and there were tears in his eyes. Seeing Zheng Xiu waking up, he didn't know what to say. After a long pause, he hurriedly remembered that there was meat soup boiling in the pot, and hurriedly waved to Zheng Xiu: "Brother, you are finally awake, come and eat snake soup! This is what the young monk worked so hard to dig out!"
Zheng Xiu moved forward with the painting in his arms. He felt that his body was very weak at the moment. He stood up staggeringly and quickly sat down again. Moving to the pottery pot, Ruchen took out a dirty bowl from the bag and quickly opened the lid of the hot pot. It was so hot that he blew air on his fingers. After fussing with it for a while, he gave Zheng Xiu a bowl. .
"Suck~"
"Suck~"
The two of them drank, regardless of how hot it was, and made a slurping sound.
Zheng Xiu and Ruchen drank the soup very neatly, and they looked very hungry.
