The face reflected on the water was his Zheng Xiu's face.
Not "Gongsun Mo"!
"I'm Gongsun Mo? My trumpet? Haha? How is that possible... Hahaha!"
After being shocked, Zheng Xiu was amused by the scene in front of him and burst out laughing.
Finished laughing.
Zheng Xiu shook his head solemnly: "This is impossible."
impossible.
Zheng Xiu had a rule when creating a trumpet. It’s hard to say whether it’s a person or not, but it must at least belong to the Zheng family.
Zheng Shan, Zheng E, Zheng Baimei.
This is the principle.
How can a principle be broken at the drop of a hat?
Zheng Xiu quickly denied this ridiculous idea in his mind and turned to other possibilities.
He recalled that in his incarnation as Zheng Baimei, when he was on the verge of life and death, he released the "Sword Intention of Heaven and Earth Convergence", Zheng Xiu also left the body in the form of his original human soul.
Zheng Xiu opened his clothes and looked at his chest. There were no holes.
Wash your face with hot water to wash away the hangover.
There is a bamboo basket next to the door, and a row of scrolls are neatly fixed with cloth strips in the bamboo basket. There is also an exquisite brocade box hidden in the bamboo basket. When you open it, you will find a set of expensive painting tools, complete with brushes, ink sticks and jade inkstones.
There are six brushes in total, including wolf hair, rat hair, purple hair, jian hair, ox ear hair, and sanqi hair.
Different brushes have different textures, including leaf veins, landscapes, flowers, white birds, long snakes, and cloud patterns.
"So... so professional."
Zheng Xiu was amazed.
This is "Gongsun Mo's" personal belongings, and it is clear at a glance. While others went out with swords and knives, Gongsun Mo brought a pile of pens and papers. No wonder the arrogant young master of Baili Escort called Gongsun Mo a "poor scholar" at a glance.
But Zheng Xiu could tell at a glance that Gongsun Mo was by no means "poor", and could even be said to be of modest means. Not to mention the jade inkstone made of high-quality ink jade, not to mention the delicately carved ink sticks, just the "leaf tendon ox ear hair", the workmanship should not be the work of the current dynasty, it is very likely It's an antique.
Zheng Xiu stared in silence for a while.
He stepped forward involuntarily, carefully took out a roll of rice paper, and spread it out on the table.
Zheng Xiu rolled up his sleeves, meticulously ground the ink strips on the jade inkstone, and added water to adjust the ink concentration. Zheng Xiu's movements were very slow, but it was obvious that he was very skilled. Although it took a lot of effort, the ink he finally developed was of the right thickness and separated several layers of color on the elastic hair.
The brush was dipped in ink. Zheng Xiu held his sleeve in one hand and the pen in the other.
This action lasted for a long time.
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he came back to his senses. Although he wore the brand of "Macho Painter" and followed the path of "Painter", he knew how much moisture he could get, and he could still see the wool of Feng Bei. After doing this set of movements, it's smooth and smooth.
Before I pick up the pen, the white paper in front of me is just paper. But when Zheng Xiu picked up the pen, he suddenly felt that the white paper in front of him was like a bottomless lake, unable to see into the secrets and unable to reveal his true heart. The inconsistent feeling that he was both Gongsun Mo and not Gongsun Mo made Zheng Xiu freeze in the distance with his pen in hand, unable to start.
It was like when he wanted to take action at the market, his consciousness caught up with him, but his hands and feet couldn't keep up, so he couldn't fight back.
At this moment, it was just the opposite. His DNA was moving on its own, his hands and feet were moving, but his consciousness couldn't keep up with Gongsun Mo, so he couldn't write.
"correct."
Zheng Xiu looked at the Four Treasures of the Study and the Painter's Noble Phantasm, and his heart felt hot.
His incarnation [Zheng Shan] took the path of a well-deserved [painter].
Now, by chance, he can personally experience the memories he experienced back then through the first-person perspective of the legendary "painting ghost" Gongsun Mo.
Gongsun Mo's understanding of painters can also be experienced personally.
This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!
What a coincidence this is not the case!
It's a blessing in disguise!
This is an excellent opportunity to improve your painting skills and realm in a short period of time.
"I wonder if Feng Bei and Ruchen are in the same situation?"
If it was his own face that was used in "Gongsun Mo's Memory", it shouldn't be difficult to recognize. What I'm afraid of is what if it's not.
As for how to explain the relationship between "Zheng Shan" and "Zheng Xiu" after recognition, this is not difficult for Mr. Zheng, who repeatedly jumps between several identities.
Losing weight, experiencing vicissitudes of life, coming from hallucinations, all fake, accidental, unable to hold back, and other reasons that Zheng Xiu easily picked up and didn't need to worry about.
Zheng Xiu gradually cleared his mind.
If you think about it according to the "Ghost" clearance method, although the "Pictured World" is a strange ghost at the moment, there are no prompts, no narration, and you don't even know whether to return to the game. But as the saying goes, everything can never change without departing from its origin, Zheng Xiu set a "mission" for himself.
1. Follow Gongsun Mo’s footsteps, find Feng Bei and Ruchen, and find a way to decipher the world in the painting;
Second, through the understanding of "painter" by the painting ghost Gongsun Mo, we can further deepen the knowledge.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
"Brother Gongsun! Are you done with the tinkering?"
Zheng Xiu didn't know how long he stayed in the room, but Chu Chengfeng came to urge him again.
"well!"
The painter let out a long sigh, put down the pen, and said "I know" to the outside. Then he washed the painting tools in the basin, put them back, and carried them on his back.
The superior room where Zheng Xiu lived was located at the far end of the corridor on the second floor and was the most secluded room. When he opened the door, Chu Chengfeng held his sword behind him and hung it on his waist. He put his arm on Zheng Xiu's shoulder with a smile: "Brother Gongsun, do you want to drink a few more cups to relieve the hangover?"
Zheng Xiu's eyes widened, and in his heart little Zheng was scolding his mother. Little Gongsun put on a wry smile on his face: "Brother Chu, don't be joking. You don't know how much I can drink. If I drink two more cups with Brother Chu, I'm afraid today We can’t go further north.”
"Going north?" Hearing this, Chu Chengfeng showed a strange expression, and then patted Zheng Xiu on the shoulder: "If you can trust Brother Chu, you should stay in the inn peacefully these days and don't go out, otherwise you will lose your life. , after all...the sword has no eyes."
Zheng Xiu frowned: "Brother Chu, why did you say this?"
"You will know if you sit here for a long time."
Chu Chengfeng shook his head and smiled without answering. He took Zheng Xiu to the tea shop next to the inn.
There are private seats on the second floor of the teahouse.
Even though it is a private seat, it is cleaner than the one on the first floor.
The waiter wiped the table with a dirty rag and casually swept away the remaining oil stains on the table.
Zheng Xiu's eyebrows jumped. The table was so dark that it was hard to tell at first glance. But when the waiter wiped it with a rag, a layer of dark red blood was clearly wiped off the rag.
"A bowl of porridge, a jar of rice wine, and a few dishes to go with the wine. Hurry up, my brother has been vomiting all night and is now very hungry."
Not long after, Chu Chengfeng's order arrived.
Zheng Xiu's stomach made a growling sound, and he was indeed hungry. Then he filled a bowl of hot porridge and ate it with delicious cold dishes to go with wine.
"Brother Chu, you just said not to leave the inn for fear of losing your life. Why is that?"
"No rush, no rush, eat first, then talk after you finish! Hahaha!"
Chu Chengfeng never used a cup when drinking. With a flick of his finger, he cut off a piece of the seal of the wine jar, and the break was as smooth as a knife. Chu Chengfeng raised his head and poured rice wine into his stomach, just like drinking water.
The clothes on his chest were wet, and soon he was smelling of alcohol. Chu Chengfeng didn't care about the details. He drank most of the jar in one breath. He let out a long wine burp, wiped his long sleeves hard on his mouth, and drank the wine. The altar hit the table heavily: "Happy!"
After drinking, Chu Chengfeng looked at Zheng Xiu who was dumbfounded across from him, and handed the wine jar forward: "Brother Gongsun, do you really want to drink?"
Zheng Xiu shook his head and refused: "I don't like this."
Chu Chengfeng looked regretful: "What a pity!"
After drinking a few bowls of porridge to warm his stomach, Zheng Xiu felt much better. He asked the question again now.
Chu Chengfeng did not continue to show off, walked to the handrail and waved to Zheng Xiu.
"Brother, come here and take a look."
Zheng Xiu stepped forward as instructed.
"When you look at the market, do you feel anything strange?"
Chu Chengfeng smiled slightly and pointed to the bustling market below.
"Strange?" Zheng Xiu looked down along Chu Chengfeng's finger.
I saw nothing special about the market except that it was very lively.
"Ouch, look at my memory, I forgot. Hiccup~" Chu Chengfeng suddenly slapped his head and let out a breath of alcohol. He first pointed at a few ragged beggars in the market.
The beggars were thin, barefooted, each holding a broken bowl in their hands, and were knocking on the doors of every house along the market.
"Okay, okay! We have been hungry for several days. Please give me some food, sir!"
"Where are you this stinky beggar? Get out of here!"
The beggars were rejected one by one.
Chu Chengfeng smiled meaningfully and said: "Beggars mostly beg on the streets. There is no reason to beg at homes. They have broken the rules."
Zheng Xiu wondered: "Beggars also have rules?"
"That's natural."
"Brother Chu, what do you want to say?"
"They are looking for something, and look over there, look at the girl's waist."
Chu Chengfeng pointed at a girl at a street stall. The girl was fair and beautiful, sixteen years old, tender and very attractive.
Zheng Xiu was about to say something subtle in his heart, but he said, "Don't look at anything inappropriate!"
Gongsun Mo's memory seemed very dishonest.
"I want you to look at her waist, inside her waistband. Did you see that bulging ring, which contains the universe? It is obviously a weapon such as a soft whip or a soft sword. In the middle of Sichuan, if we say soft whip I may not be able to tell, but if it’s a soft sword... Hey! Who doesn’t know that the lady of Ruyifang has a soft sword that combines hardness and softness, and is ever-changing. She probably doesn’t want people to know her origin, and would rather draw a few more swords. She is extremely obstructive and doesn’t want people to notice her origins.”
"Look at the old man selling sweet potatoes. His hands are covered with calluses. The second joint of the little finger, ring finger, and middle finger is particularly bulging, and the knuckles are deformed. They are clearly the traces left by practicing Liuhe Zhang. He has been in the Jiangnan area for many years. The Liuhe Gang who was involved in the shipping business actually entered Shuzhong, which is interesting."
"Look at the dough maker, who uses a short steel stick to roll the dough, and he also uses two sticks. Last month, the weapon list ranked 97th, and this month he fell out of the top 100." "Shuanghuayingun', the two double-flowered 'thugs' of the Yangtze Changle Gang, are famous for their double sticks. The Changle Gang, a mob, dare to wade into this muddy water, hahaha!"
Zheng Xiu's face turned pale: "Keep your voice down, keep your voice down. Brother Chu, don't say anything arrogant, for fear of causing trouble."
"What am I afraid of!" Chu Chengfeng curled his lips: "If Chu was afraid of trouble, he wouldn't have helped you yesterday. He really heard it and didn't dare to get angry or say anything for fear of what they might do."
Chu Chengfeng is arrogant and has the capital to be arrogant.
The first is strength, ranking thirty-eight in the weapon spectrum. Next is the background, the third young master of Plum Blossom Villa.
Although neither Zheng Xiu nor Gongsun Mo's memories are clear about what the thirty-eight weapons spectrum and Plum Blossom Villa represent at this moment. But looking at Chu Chengfeng's behavior, he should have a pivotal position in the world, enough to allow Chu Chengfeng to act unscrupulously.
Chu Chengfeng's eyes were venomous, and he knew all the sects and aristocratic families in the world, and he easily pointed out more than a dozen martial arts figures hiding in the market.
This is still hidden.
Not to mention that there are people who are wearing big cloaks in a mysterious way, with weapons clearly hidden on their backs, and are walking around in a swaggering manner.
Some people carelessly put their swords on the table and eat wontons by the street.
"Come, look here again, it should be almost done."
Chu Chengfeng took Gongsun Mo back to his seat with a smile and pursed his lips towards the downstairs.
Although everything in front of him was Gongsun Mo's memory, Gongsun Mo may not have understood it at the time, but Zheng Xiu was not Gongsun Mo. After Chu Chengfeng gave a little reminder, Zheng Xiu quickly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere below.
It's so quiet.
On the first floor of the spacious tea shop, only three tables were occupied.
Two of the tables are far apart, with a corner on each side.
Sitting in the northeast corner is a strong man with a beard. There is a round cloth bag next to him. There is a long handle exposed in the bag, which looks like a copper hammer.
Sitting in the southwest corner is a handsome young man waving a fan. He wears a crown and hat, and his white clothes are as white as snow. He has a graceful demeanor and a smile as gentle as jade.
And sitting in the middle was a woman, wearing a black outfit and exuding an undisguised charlatanism. From Zheng Xiu's point of view, he could only see the woman's back. On the woman's table were a whole roasted lamb leg and a large plate of braised chicken, which weighed seven to eight kilograms in total. The graceful woman with her back was immersed in eating, making a snapping sound in the quiet first floor.
This woman has really big capacity.
This was Zheng Xiu's first reaction when he looked at the seven or eight kilograms of meat dishes on the table.
The second reaction was that it felt... familiar.
Yes, that back figure made "him" feel familiar inexplicably.
When the idea of "familiarity" emerged like an intuition, Zheng Xiu tilted his head and thought strangely to himself.
He could no longer tell whether Gongsun Mo looked familiar or Zheng Xiu felt familiar.
The two feelings were so confused that it was difficult for Zheng Xiu to distinguish them for a while.
"Who is that woman?"
Zheng Xiu looked at the familiar figure and asked blankly.
Chu Chengfeng was speechless when he heard this. He turned back to look at the unconscious brother Gongsun and was secretly amused. Just now he said don't look at anything inappropriate, but now? Sure enough, scholars like to say one thing and say one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes. Tsk, that’s very treacherous. However, Chu Chengfeng didn't give any clue at the moment. He looked at the woman's back and distinguished it carefully. He shook his head helplessly: "This may be an unknown person. Chu can't recognize it. But the woman Chu wants you to see is not that woman. When you can't look, first look at the two people far apart."
Chu Chengfeng first pointed at the muscular man with cheeks, his expression was a bit more playful, and he introduced Gongsun with a smile: "That man is quite famous in Shu, Cao Dongxue, who is good at using a pair of 'black steel eight-edged hammers'. The "Eight Strikes of Wind and Fire" are infinitely powerful and have few rivals in Shu. The weapon list is currently ranked 62nd. However, it is not his hammering skills that make him famous in the world, but because three years ago, he was married to a beautiful wife. But he ran away with them on the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber. He chased him from the middle of Shu to the north, covering a distance of 1,800 miles. It took him a year to finally catch up with the adulterer and his wife, but unexpectedly he was beaten several times. He fell down and became a laughing stock in the world, and for a while everyone knew about it."
"This man is pitiful." Zheng Xiu mourned for a few seconds for the poor man, and then asked, "Where is the other man?"
Chu Chengfeng's expression was even weirder: "The other person in the world is known as the 'Iron Fan Scholar', and he is also... the adulterer."
"You said that after three years, one is in the north and the other is in Shuzhong, but today we are gathered in this small teahouse."
Chu Chengfeng put away his weird smile, patted Zheng Xiu on the shoulder, and said deeply: "Is it a coincidence, or...is it something else?"
(End of chapter)
