"So, are you Gongsun Mo, Zheng Shan, or... Zheng Xiu?"
When Xie Luohe said these words in a calm tone.
Zheng Xiu suddenly felt a chill on his back and woke up from his state of concentration.
Thick ink dripped on the woman's face, completely darkening the face of the woman in the painting. The thick ink was slowly spreading around. Zheng Xiu's eyelids jumped. He always felt that the portrait in the painting was shocking to him, but Zheng Xiu couldn't explain why. , it’s obviously just a painting.
why.
"Redraw."
Xie Luohe looked at Zheng Xiu with a smile, his tone was soft, but there was no doubt about his perseverance.
Zheng Xiu silently prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone again.
He raised his pen again and looked at the spotless white paper, unable to write for a long time.
Xie Luohe did not urge him, but looked at Zheng Xiu quietly on the stone through the green flowers, with a calm expression and an occasional smile on his lips.
Zheng Xiu seemed calm at the moment, but he was caught in a weird "game".
Xie Luohe's words seemed to be talking about a dream she had had since childhood, but at the same time, Zheng Xiu understood something completely in an instant, like an enlightenment.
Gongsun Mo's "cannibal paintings" were not as simple as he initially imagined!
This place is not the kind of ghosts he has experienced in the past!
Absolutely unusual!
No wonder there was no news from Feng Bei after he was swallowed by the cannibal painting, but [Inn] could still send his avatar here normally.
No wonder Zheng Xiu entered here as the "incarnation of Zheng Shan", but appeared in his true form.
"This is not simply explained by 'Gongsun Mo's memory world', but...cognition!" Big drops of cold sweat broke out from Zheng Xiu's forehead, and soon even his back was soaked.
The damp and sticky clothes clung to his body, and a gust of cold wind blew, making Zheng Xiu's thin body tremble all over.
Pictures flashed before Zheng Xiu's eyes like a slideshow.
For a moment it was Zheng Xiu’s memory.
For a moment it was Gongsun Mo’s memory.
The memories of the two were like pieces of broken mirrors, quickly split, distorted, reorganized, and disillusioned in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes.
Zheng Xiu understood.
The woman in front of me is Feng Bei.
He is Zheng Xiu.
Just like in real history, Gongsun Mo cannot look exactly like Zheng Xiu, and Xie Luohe's appearance cannot be the same as Feng Bei.
He is Zheng Xiu, she is Feng Bei, it's as simple as that.
But at the same time, Zheng Xiu also discovered that he was wrong.
Big mistake.
He should not focus solely on "memory", but on "cognition"!
In Feng Bei's mind, she is Xie Luohe!
Even though she had Feng Bei's memory and everything about Feng Bei, in her perception, it was all a dream, a false dream.
Feng Bei's "knowledge" has been tampered with.
Fengbei's existence itself was swallowed up by the "Xieluo River" and turned into the "Xieluo River"!
Not because of memory, but because of "cognition".
"It's useless to only have Feng Bei's memory."
"I see, this is a real cannibal painting."
"Just like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, when he woke up he couldn't tell whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou."
"Everything is messed up and wrong."
"Confused time and space, confused cognition."
"It's me who underestimated this place and thought it was just a ghost place!"
It was precisely because when Zheng Xiu said those words in Xie Luohe that Zheng Xiu suddenly woke up and became extremely frightened when he thought about it.
This place is like a quagmire, causing cognitive confusion for everyone trapped in the world of the painting, and they become completely different people.
A real...cannibal painting!
In cannibal paintings, what is eaten is not the human body, but the human heart!
Recalling everything he had experienced as "Gongsun Mo", Zheng Xiu recalled the sudden headache he had when facing the former imperial master.
Zheng Xiu touched his forehead. On his originally flat skull, an inconspicuous little pimple quietly bulged between his eyebrows.
"It turns out that this is not a simple battle between humans and ghosts, but a battle between strangers and strangers, or even a battle between weird things and weird things."
In Gongsun Mo's painting, [Prisoner], [Executioner], [Painter], and [Ascetic], four strange things gather together, which is a rare and lively scene.
A table of mahjong, live together.
Zheng Xiu even suspected that if he was not the [Prisoner], it is very likely that the moment he was swallowed into the cannibal painting, he would lose himself like Feng Bei now, and regard everything in the past as a big empty dream. Not sure.
call…
Zheng Xiu often exhaled a breath of turbidity, and in an instant, Zheng Xiu's eyes returned to calmness.
His hand that had been raised for a long time came down again, and he meticulously sketched a woman in black clothes and long hair on the white paper again.
"wrong."
Xie Luohe flicked his finger, and a stone the size of a fingernail hit Zheng Xiu's chest like lightning.
Click!
Zheng Xiu clearly heard the sound of his ribs cracking. In severe pain, Zheng Xiu's chest felt tight and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the drawing paper red.
"Redraw."
Xie Luohe turned a blind eye to Zheng Xiu's vomiting of blood and ordered indifferently.
"good."
Zheng Xiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and painted again.
Zheng Xiu drew the same portrait on the drawing paper again and again. Every time when he was about to put the finishing touch, Xie Luohe used the same posture and the same force to pop out a stone and hit Zheng Xiu in the same place on the chest.
As he spit out mouthfuls of blood, Zheng Xiu's face became paler and paler. Around him, discarded papers stained by blood and ink were spread messily on the ground.
"Wrong, redraw."
"good."
"Wrong, redraw."
"good."
"Wrong, redraw."
"good."
Above the dome of Yunhe Village, under the white clouds, the conversation between Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu only consisted of this simple back and forth.
If you ask me to draw, I will draw.
If you think you made a mistake, just redraw it.
Zheng Xiu knew very well that the scene in front of him had long been separated from Gongsun Mo's memory, because based on his understanding of Gongsun Mo, the ancestral precepts were as important as Mount Tai. There was no way he could go against the ancestral precepts and succumb to Xie Luo He's female power to paint Xie Luo He's portrait. .
Xieluohe back then might have fallen inexplicably because of Gongsun Mo's silly stubbornness. Who knows. But now, the story is developing more and more in the direction Zheng Xiu expected.
Zheng Xiu vaguely guessed the key to deciphering the cannibal paintings.
"Stop drawing."
At some point, Xie Luohe stepped down from the stone and stood in front of the scholar who was painting with blood.
It was almost dusk, with the Xieluo River facing away from the setting sun. The golden glow gathered around the Xieluo River, making her figure a bit more dreamy and unreal.
Before he knew it, Zheng Xiu had been painting all day.
Just as he was about to answer, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Although Xie Luohe was merciful, he was really powerless at this moment. Wherever he could withstand Xie Luohe's beating, he was already covered in bruises.
There was a shaking, and Zheng Xiu's eyes turned black. He pressed his palm on the ink that had not yet dried. Blood mixed with ink and overflowed from Zheng Xiu's fingers. The red and black colors looked particularly dazzling on the white paper.
Faced with the scholar's miserable situation, Xie Luohe reached out and snatched the brush from Zheng Xiu's hand, then inserted it with his backhand.
The painting was nailed straight into the stone wall.
Zheng Xiu shook his head and smiled, thinking that Xie Luohe was having a bad temper. He said nothing and reached out to pull the paintbrush out of the rock.
Pull up.
Pull up…
Didn't move.
Depressed, Zheng Xiu changed one and was about to start painting again, when Xie Luohe did the same thing again.
Another brush tip was inserted next to the previous brush, and its shiny black hair trembled slightly in the wind.
Zheng Xiu said angrily: "What are you doing? Didn't you ask me to draw it?"
Xie Luohe: "You drew it wrong. Since you can't draw it, don't draw it."
"If you make a mistake, you make a mistake. It's just a matter of redrawing."
"Would you rather die than paint?"
"Don't worry, I can still paint all day long."
"Haha, I'll kill you and dirty my hands."
"Yeah?"
Zheng Xiu looked into Xie Luohe's eyes, and Xie Luohe said nothing.
The two just looked at each other quietly.
Face to face,
Zheng Xiu suddenly laughed.
Xie Luohe frowned: "Why are you laughing?"
"I just find it funny. It turns out that I have been pretending to be Zheng Shan in front of Feng Bei for so long. She has actually suspected that I am Zheng Xiu for a long time, but there is no evidence. No, it's over..." Zheng Xiu slapped his head and said in annoyance: "I guess Zheng E was also exposed."
After saying that, Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe with a smile: "You said that, right?"
Xieluohe was silent.
Zheng Xiu added: "No wonder you brought me to Yunhe Village. It turned out to be because I called 'Fengbei' in the tea shop."
There was an imperceptible fluctuation in the silent Xie Luohe's left eye, and there was a bit of contempt in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "Do you really think that I am not willing to kill you?"
Zheng Xiu smiled and shook his head without answering. He still maintained his posture sitting at the table, raising his head to look at Feng Bei.
"What I'm more curious about is, since you have all the memories of 'Fengbei', why do you think you are 'Xie Luohe'."
Xie Luohe: "It's just that you can solve the mystery in the womb and know the past and present lives. It's boring. On the other hand, you are bound by the 'past life' and live like a miserable actor."
"Past and present life? The mystery of the womb?" Zheng Xiu was a little surprised, but then suddenly realized: "So that's it."
It seems that it is a bit difficult to change Feng Bei's perception again.
"That was a dream."
A confident smile reappeared on Xie Luohe's beautiful face.
Zheng Xiu smiled and said nothing.
Xie Luohe smiled even more: "You don't believe it?"
"I don't believe it." Zheng Xiu said, coughed twice, and coughed up a mouthful of blood again. However, he pulled open the clothes on his chest, first put his two fingers together and touched his left shoulder, then slowly moved his two fingers diagonally downward to the right, across a shocking piece of swollen and purple skin, all the way to his upper right abdomen.
After Zheng Xiu slowly finished the "cut open my chest" gesture, he smiled and said, "Unless you kill me."
"Boring." Xie Luohe turned around and walked towards the cabin with his hands behind his back, expressionless.
"You're in a hurry."
Xieluohe's steps suddenly stopped.
She was anxious.
Zheng Xiu became more confident when he saw Xie Luohe stopped.
"Just think of it as the mystery of your unborn child. But I'm pretty sure you won't kill me."
"You think this is a dispute between the past and this life, but you don't admit it. But I have no enmity or enmity with you. If you kill me, it will be equivalent to you recognizing this dispute."
"Kill me and you lose."
Xie Luohe clenched his fists.
Zheng Xiu continued: "Even if it wasn't, you wouldn't kill me, because in your eyes, I am the only one in the world who knows the secret of Duke Nie's treasure house. Obviously, you care about this secret."
"Yes." Xie Luohe turned around, nodded and said calmly.
She didn't agree with the first half of Zheng Xiu's sentence. But Zheng Xiu's second half seemed to give Xie Luohe a step up. She walked down the stairs and threw the three volumes of ancient paintings in front of Xiu Xiu.
Zheng Xiu unfolded the scroll and took a look and realized why there were three volumes.
As the name suggests, the four seasons paintings painted by Gongsun Huisheng are divided into four volumes: spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Among them, "Late Maple and Autumn Intentions" was torn in half during the competition between the two owners of Lihua Villa and Plum Blossom Villa. These are two of the volumes.
Zheng Xiu opened the third volume and was immediately shocked.
The picture scroll shows a clear pond with lotus flowers in full bloom. A winding locust tree is planted on the side. The strings of locust flowers on the locust tree are like stars, reflecting the green lotus leaves.
And on the locust tree, there was a dark stain lying on it, as if it had been accidentally stained. But if you look closely, you can see that the stain was dotted using the technique of "swinging ink", and then using the tip of the brush to adjust the intensity of the ink, and then outline the delicate texture of the insect's wings, turning it into a vivid summer cicada.
"Green Lotus Midsummer Picture!"
Zheng Xiu blurted out the name of this ancient painting.
"Then tell me where Duke Nie's treasure house is, and I will let you leave Yunhe Village. From now on, I will have nothing to do with you."
That's even more unspeakable.
Zheng Xiu was thinking in his heart, but his eyes were looking straight at the complete autumn picture and the intact midsummer picture. Perhaps because the painter's soul was burning, although he decided not to tell Xie Luohe where Duke Nie's treasure house was, it didn't stop him from looking at it without getting pregnant.
But looking left and right, Zheng Xiu could only see that his grandfather's painting skills were extremely exquisite, but he couldn't tell any clues.
He weighed the two scrolls, wondering if the secrets of the paintings must be revealed in other ways. For example, if you throw it into a stove and burn it, it will break and then stand up again, and something will burn out.
At this moment, Xie Luohe didn't know that the thief in front of him was having the bold idea of burning the painting. He watched Zheng Xiu playing with the scroll without saying a word until the sun set and night fell. "
Zheng Xiu gasped for air and smiled slightly: "Is it possible that the secret needs to be collected in four scrolls before it can be revealed?"
Xie Luohe shook his head and walked towards Zheng Xiu step by step. As he walked, he said, "You really think that I, Xie Luohe, am so easy to deceive? You clearly can't see the secret of the Four Seasons Picture. Don't be too self-righteous. Even without you, even without the Four Seasons Picture, I, Xie Luohe Even if we dig all over the world, we will dig out Duke Nie’s treasure house.”
Black lines emerged one after another, and Xie Luohe's long black hair danced automatically behind her without any wind. She slowly stretched out her hand towards Zheng Xiu's stunned face, approaching little by little, and a cruel smile curled up at the corner of her lips, The Xieluo River at this moment looked like a female devil walking out of the darkness.
"Since you know Feng Bei, you should know what will happen to you if my hand touches you."
Zheng Xiu was not afraid and asked: "Since you know the unknown, you should know that it will have no effect on me."
"Really?" Xie Luohe's hand came closer and closer to Zheng Xiu's face. "Zheng Shan is Zheng Shan, and you are you, Gongsun Mo."
"Snapped."
Xie Luohe's white hands gently patted Zheng Xiu's face, and then he burst into hearty laughter, and the ugly black lines on his face faded away. She smiled and patted Zheng Xiu's face. Looking at Zheng Xiu who was shocked by his moodiness, Xie Luohe lifted up the long hair covering his right eye in front of Zheng Xiu and suddenly approached.
Her eyes missed Zheng Xiu's by just a hair's breadth, and the two glaring eyes were almost touching.
The warm breath from Xie Luohetan's mouth gently breathed on Zheng Xiu's face.
The atmosphere seemed charming, but when Zheng Xiu saw Xie Luohe's right eye clearly, he was shocked.
There is no word "Ding Wei" in Xie Luohe's right eye. In other words, there is no mark exclusive to foreigners in her right eye.
"I'm not that person, you admitted your mistake."
Xie Luohe turned around and left again, walking very fast. The afterimage moved and disappeared from Zheng Xiu's eyes in the blink of an eye, entering the small wooden house where he lived alone.
On the dome, Zheng Xiu was the only one left in the dark night.
Snapped!
Zheng Xiu suddenly slapped his hand on the table and shouted towards the wooden house where Xie Luohe lived alone.
"I don't change my name when I work, I don't change my surname when I sit down, Zheng Haoran's Zheng, cultivation of character! Zheng Shan is me, Zheng E is also me! Only it is not Gongsun Mo!"
There was dead silence in the room, and there was no response.
"Xie Luohe, do you dare to bet with me once!"
The oil lamp was lit in the house and was swaying faintly.
"I, Zheng Xiu, want to make you Xie Luohe, willingly admit that you are Fengbei, and transform back into Fengbei again!"
"The time limit is before you find all the four pictures of spring, summer, autumn and winter!"
"As long as you refuse to admit it, you will win! If you win, I will tell you the secret of the Four Seasons Map and the location of Mr. Nie's treasure house!"
A cold voice came from the room.
"What if you lose?"
A large amount of blood spilled from the corner of Zheng Xiu's mouth, and he grinned. The red teeth and white teeth were particularly bright, and his smile was bright.
"There is no Zheng Xiu in the world, only Gongsun Mo!"
Boom!
Just as Zheng Xiu finished speaking, the clear sky and blue night suddenly turned white, and a thunder flashed across the night sky.
thump.
Zheng Xiu bumped his head on the table, exhausted, bleeding excessively, and fainted.
(End of chapter)