The face of the whip-wielding young man suddenly changed three times.
In front of Zheng Xiu, he vividly staged a scene of "failed to show off but was fooled".
"You are the legendary...Chu Chengfeng!" The young man was shocked, with a complicated expression on his face, and then he quickly said in a deep voice: "It turns out to be the third young master of Plum Blossom Villa, Chu Chengfeng. I have admired your name for a long time! I am the young master of the Baili Escort Bureau. A thousand miles away, a misunderstanding, I hope Master Chu will not take it to heart!"
Zheng Xiu's mind was spinning on the sidelines.
First, I was thinking about why I "travelled" again.
Secondly, I was wondering why Baili Jingfeng was so arrogant and domineering at first, but when faced with a tough challenge, he gave in faster than anyone else.
Before Zheng Xiu could figure out the first point, Zheng Xiu quickly figured out the second point.
Escort agency is the earliest "logistics industry", also known as "escort agency".
In the early years, when transportation was inconvenient and official roads had not yet opened up from north to south and east to west, bandits were rampant in the green forests of the mountains. When someone needed to transport goods or property, or even people, over long distances, they would spend money to seek protection from escort agencies.
Now that the world is at peace, the escort bureau has long been renamed "Wu Yun", eliminating the dangers it had when the business was first born.
Most people who are able to become bandits in the mountains are not upright people. "Bullying the weak and fearing the strong" is the code of conduct. In ancient times, as a dart player, one had to know some kung fu, and the other was to know the heroes in both black and white, and to walk more horizontally, so that the momentum could scare away some young people.
Chu Chengfeng smiled and waved his hand: "People in Jianghu are sinister, and it is necessary to be on guard against others. It's natural for Baili to act cautiously, and we can't be considered acquainted without fighting."
People who walk around the world are all good-looking people. With people all over the city watching, the steps given by Chu Chengfeng made Baili Jingfeng's face soothed a lot. He immediately rolled down the slope and said loudly: "What a 'cangshan bit plum' Chu Cheng Feng, in the past, I only heard about the famous name but never got a chance to meet him, but now I have met him. Brother Chu has a broad mind and extraordinary spirit, which makes Baili Jingfeng admire him! If you pass by Baili Escort Bureau in the future, thanks to Brother Chu, come in and talk about it, Baili Jingfeng Jingfeng will serve you fine wine and delicious food to make up for today!"
"Hahaha——" Chu Chengfeng laughed: "Brother Baili said something serious!"
They were fighting each other in the front, and they became brothers in a blink of an eye.
Zheng Xiu secretly nodded in approval.
——"The wisdom of the world".
"Walk!"
Baili Jingfeng turned around to control his horse and left here without looking back. Before leaving, Baili Jingfeng took a deep look at the so-called "poor scholar" in his mouth.
Zheng Xiu always felt that Baili Jingfeng left in a hurry, giving people a feeling of "escape".
After Baili Jingfeng left, Chu Chengfeng looked at Zheng Xiu with bright eyes, looked at it, shook his head and smiled: "Nowadays, the world is dangerous and the world is in turmoil. It is better for a scholar like you to go out less. Haha, that's fine, Chu. If you don't mind being alone today, go upstairs with Mr. Chu and wash away the remaining wine on the table. It can be considered a fate."
Before Zheng Xiu had time to speak, Chu Chengfeng took a step closer and lowered his voice: "Don't refuse in a hurry. I, Chu Chengfeng, am well-known in Sichuan. If the news that you and Mr. I dare say that at least people in the martial arts world will give Chu a good deal of respect and won’t embarrass you too much.”
Zheng Xiu looked hesitant, and after a while, he blurted out a strange sentence: "I am Gongsun Mo, born in the southeast of Luzhou. He has been addicted to painting and calligraphy since he was a child, and has read poetry and books. Now I heard that the Holy Master..."
"Come on, come on!" When Chu Chengfeng heard this, his eyes lit up, and he laughed so hard that his thick eyebrows trembled. He patted "Gongsun Mo's" weak shoulder hard, and said with a bang, "So Chu really doesn't understand. You scholars, men should aspire to be everywhere, either to build a career and ride in Shacheng, or to be unparalleled in martial arts. What's so good about studying! Hahaha! That's all, no matter how much you talk, it's not as good as a few ounces of wine! Let's go, let Chu warm up before coming down. We’re almost done with the wine, go ahead and have a couple of cups!”
"Isn't this... bad?"
"There's nothing good or bad about it! Although we met by chance, we hit it off right away! There's nothing good about it, it's just coincidence!"
"Brother Chu, your words are polite."
"Calling Brother Chu is a big deal. If you don't mind how much older I, Chu Chengfeng, am, you can call me Brother Chu!"
"Then...it's better to obey orders than to be respectful, Brother Chu."
After half pushing and half surrendering, Zheng Xiu was taken upstairs by Chu Chengfeng.
Sure enough, as Chu Chengfeng said, in the corner of the tea shop, Chu Chengfeng ordered a jar of rice wine and a few dishes of side dishes alone.
When the wine was just warm, he happened to hear movement on the street. Seeing an injustice on the road, he drew his sword to help and jumped from the second floor.
"I see."
Zheng Xiu quickly understood his situation.
The acid in the belly of the white snake melts away the cloth wrapping the scroll, allowing the scroll to open.
Zheng Xiu was swallowed up by the scroll.
His current situation is the same as Feng Bei's.
As for Ruchen.
Now Zheng Xiu could only hope that Ruchen would be safe and sound, because Zheng Xiu didn't know how to get out of the scroll for a while.
But when I think about Ruchen occupying the door of [Ascetic Monk], he is a strange person and has extraordinary talents. Even his frozen feet can grow flesh again. Maybe Ruchen can grow flesh from the bones even if he is digested. .
The abnormality of "born aliens" cannot be measured by common sense, and the more outrageous you think about it, the less likely you are to go wrong.
There is something else in the picture scroll.
The world in front of him, Chu Chengfeng across the table, and the identity he currently plays must be part of this "world".
Everything is fake.
Zheng Xiu was very determined.
It's a ghost.
But it was obvious that the ghosts Zheng Xiu faced were different from the ghosts he knew.
When he entered the ghost world, he didn't see any prompts from the dog KP, and there was no narration. Even when he played Gongsun Mo, he didn't have the power to restrain a chicken and couldn't exert his macho power. But it didn't matter. Faced with this situation, Zheng Xiu felt relieved soon after going upstairs. In fact, the only ghosts he has really experienced are [Bai Li Village] and [Xiangu Temple].
The experiences of [Bai Li Village] and [Xiangu Temple] are also completely different.
[Bai Li Village] existed twenty years ago and existed in the past history. After Zheng Xiu cleared [Bai Li Village], the result was that Feng Bei and Wei Chen survived, and a series of subsequent events were caused. World line offset.
[Xiangu Temple] is opposite to [Bai Li Village] and exists in reality. When he opened the [Xiangu Temple], his reality was not affected in any way.
Now that he has entered the cannibalistic scroll again, Zheng Xiu feels that he should not look at this place based on his previous poor experience, otherwise he will be the one who suffers in the end.
"First of all, we should rule out the issue of reloadable files for the time being and treat it as a final insurance. After all, if you really die, you only have one life."
Zheng Xiu said to himself in his heart.
During the conversation with Chu Chengfeng, Zheng Xiu noticed something strange.
The current him is Gongsun Mo.
But he's not exactly Gongsun Mo.
He knew he was playing Gongsun Mo.
However, certain fixed "lines" and "deeds" cannot be changed.
For example, when he tried to say that he was "Zheng Shan", the words would always turn into "I am Gongsun Mo", which repeatedly attracted Chu Chengfeng's strange eyes and asked Gongsun with a smile if he was drunk.
But Zheng Xiu could still ask many questions.
For example, ask what year it is today.
Ask Chu Chengfeng where his family is and whether he is married this year.
Chu Chengfeng, who was drunk after drinking several cups, talked about everything he knew and was very enthusiastic. He did not see his brother Gongsun counting the years on his fingers.
"The third year of Tianjing? The third year of the reign of Emperor Wei Jing, the second emperor of the Daqian Dynasty?"
"Historical records say that during the reign of Emperor Wei Jing, he was bewitched by sycophants, lost the support of the people, and civil strife broke out. During the twenty-five years of his reign, the people were wailing everywhere, and the people were in dire straits. It can be called the darkest twenty-five years in the history of the Daqian Dynasty. , it can be said to be a stain on the Daqian royal family.”
"However, this period of history is not detailed in the historical records. No matter how careful the historian is, he will not be able to further understand the inside story of this period of history."
"It's like someone deliberately erased this history."
"If my calculations are correct, the third year of Tianjing is more than two hundred years ago!"
Whether it was the great achievements of the country and the people before being imprisoned;
Or after being imprisoned and experiencing the tragedy in Baili Village, Daqi hides in the city and mysteriously revives;
For Zheng Xiu, the "martial arts" in front of him, in Zheng Xiu's memory, he had only been exposed to in TV series, movies, and martial arts.
But when he was actually in the martial arts world, the ubiquitous fireworks in front of him and the conversation and behavior among the knights made Zheng Xiu feel extremely strange.
Therefore, when Zheng Xiu opened his eyes for the first time, he had the illusion of "travelling".
The sword is not properly worn, and you are already in the world when you go out.
The current situation made Zheng Xiu feel so helpless.
Zheng Xiu wondered where Gongsun Mo got the courage to go out alone two hundred years ago.
Chu Chengfeng raised a glass to invite him, but Zheng Xiu was dumbfounded and drank from the cup like water.
"Gongsun Mo" obviously has a poor drinking capacity.
After drinking a few cups, Zheng Xiu became drowsy and saw several shadows of Chu Chengfeng in front of him.
He even felt that Chu Chengfeng's smile was getting more and more obscene.
Gongsun Mo was drunk.
What a mess.
By the way, Zheng Xiu was also drunk.
Three poles in the sun.
When Zheng Xiu woke up, he immediately checked his situation.
He was in a hotel room, and there was no other person in the room.
Zheng Xiu got up from the bed and felt a splitting headache.
"Oh no, this scroll, could it be a ghostly world constructed by 'Gongsun Mo's memory'?"
Zheng Xiu covered his head and lay on the bed for a while, smelling the residual smell of alcohol in the room, and gradually recalled what happened yesterday.
If it were just a false world, even the feeling of being drunk would never be so realistic.
Combined with the identity of the "Gongsun Mo" he is currently playing, Zheng Xiu is 90% certain that Gongsun Mo two hundred years ago must have engraved his memory on the scroll in some "way".
Zheng Xiu is now swallowed into the scroll and is experiencing Gongsun Mo's memories immersively.
So realistic.
After experiencing so many things since he was imprisoned, Zheng Xiu believed that even before he rescued Feng Bei in Baili Village, there were all kinds of secrets and evil spirits in the world, and even miraculous people. It's just that for some reasons, all kinds of secrets are hidden under peace and unknown.
Gongsun Mo was known as a ghost painter two hundred years ago, and his magical skills must be related to "painting skills". Before Zheng Xiu learned about cannibal paintings and went south to Shuzhou, Fengbei said that Ye Weiyang had suspected Gongsun Mo. The last piece of calligraphy left by Mo, this cannibal painting, hides Gongsun Mo's biggest secret, which is the trick of the [Painter].
After finally waiting for the headache to subside, Zheng Xiu called for room service.
The waiter enthusiastically brought water to Zheng Xiu and told Zheng Xiu that it was Chu Chengfeng, the third young master of Plum Blossom Villa, who opened this superior room for him. Zheng Xiu did not need to pay for it, and Zheng Xiu only needed to live in peace of mind.
The world of this era is not only about personal strength, but also about background.
Chu Chengfeng's background as the third young master of Plum Blossom Villa and his ability to rank at the top of the weapons spectrum were enough for him to receive such generous treatment and a lot of face.
What Zheng Xiu can't figure out now is that in the martial arts world two hundred years ago, this kind of weapons list and the famous sects did not leave any traces or inheritance in Zheng Xiu's era two hundred years later.
Why did these martial arts sects disappear without a trace two hundred years ago? What happened during the Tianjing period, a period of history known as the darkest, a period of history that is not recorded in detail in history books. Zheng Xiu was deeply curious.
"I see."
"I speculate that what is recorded in the scroll is 'Gongsun Mo's memory', so what he doesn't know in his memory cannot appear in the ghosts in the painting."
"For example, in Gongsun Mo's memory, he has been staying in this room today, so he doesn't know what will happen outside the room."
"But what if I insist on going out? Will there be some 'force majeure' coming to stop me?"
Zheng Xiu muttered to himself and walked towards the door. When he was about to open the door, his hands that fell by the door suddenly stopped.
"No, I'm in a ghost world now. I can't even be sure whether the scenery behind the door I opened is part of Gongsun Mo's memory. I can't even tell whether everything I'm doing now is Gongsun Mo's memory. What Mo had already done back then was what 'Zheng Xiu' decided to do."
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
While Zheng Xiu was standing in front of the door thinking, there was a sudden knock on the door, which startled Zheng Xiu.
"who is it?"
Zheng Xiu asked.
"Brother Gongsun, how did you sleep last night?"
Chu Chengfeng's rough voice came from outside the door.
When he opened the door, Zheng Xiu saw a neatly dressed Chu Chengfeng standing outside the door with a smile, holding a basin of hot water and a clean towel in his hand. There was no sign of a hangover on his face.
Zheng Xiu handed over his hand and said, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Chu. I'm too drunk and have a headache. I'm quite unwell."
Chu Chengfeng laughed loudly: "Then brother, you need to practice more. If you enter the martial arts world and don't drink enough, you will suffer a lot!" After saying that, he walked around Gongsun Mo, put the water basin on the table, and signaled Gongsun Mo. Take a quick wash to get rid of the alcohol smell.
"Thank you, Brother Chu!"
Zheng Xiu said gratefully.
After Chu Chengfeng closed the door and left, Zheng Xiu was frightened again. Zheng Xiu almost blurted out the words just now. He couldn't even tell whether it was what he originally wanted to say or whether he was following the words spoken by "Gongsun Mo's memory". This feeling is difficult to describe in a few words. If he hadn't experienced it personally, Zheng Xiu would never have imagined it. A painter was able to record his memories in a painting so realistically that it was difficult to tell the truth from fiction.
"Could it be..."
Zheng Xiu raised his eyebrows, locked the door, and took off his clothes.
He carefully checked his whole body, and at least wherever he could see it, he didn't see any unique "marks" of aliens.
"It shouldn't be so obvious on your face."
The copper basin is filled with hot water and steam is rising. Zheng Xiu took out the towel from the basin and wrung it out. When the waves on the water calmed down, he used the water as a mirror to look at his face.
Snap.
The towel in Zheng Xiu's hand fell by his feet.
He looked at the reflection in the water in surprise, the handsome face that could not hide the astonishment between his brows.
An inexplicable chill surged up his back, causing him to shiver subconsciously.
The face reflected in the basin...
It's him!
Not a strange face named "Gongsun Mo".
Not even the face of macho painter Zheng Shan.
But he,
Zheng Dashanren, the son of Zheng Haoran, the richest man in Zheng.
Zheng Xiu’s face! !
(End of chapter)
