Now Zheng Xiu only thinks that Xie Luohe has good hearing.
What the sound of all things.
Who can't brag?
But Zheng Xiu really admires him. He can hear the whispers between him and Chu Chengfeng even though they are so far apart.
When Zheng Xiu wanted to knock on the side and ask further questions.
Xie Luohe was not interested and didn't want to mention it more.
She seems to be in a bad mood.
Some people always say that moody people are difficult to get along with.
But Zheng Xiu felt that Xie Luohe was easy to get along with.
Because she is angry much more often than she is happy.
Just don't mess with her.
Zheng Xiu could only vaguely guess the direction of rescuing Feng Bei, but could not figure out how to implement it.
Deciphering the mystery of cannibal paintings may have become Zheng Xiu's only hope at present.
In order to decipher the cannibal paintings, in the end, we may have to start with the "door path thaumaturgy". At the same time, we need to further delve into Gongsun Mo's memory, follow Gongsun Mo's footsteps, and understand why Gongsun Mo painted this terrible picture. .
What is it for?
Perhaps this is the real key to unlocking cannibal paintings.
To put it bluntly, it’s motivation.
When Zheng Xiu used the "Prisoner" method several times to mentally travel back and forth between the two worlds, knowing that time in cannibal paintings almost stopped and was completely different from the passage of time in the outside world, Zheng Xiu practiced his skills in cannibal paintings with peace of mind.
The experience of life-and-death sparring with the Treasure King in Baili Village made Zheng Xiu deeply understand that he was not without benefits from this kind of cycle and reincarnation.
Even though his experience in the ghost world will return to the starting point through "looping", "restarting" and "loading files", the experience accumulated in the loops will remain and become Zheng Xiu's experience value.
The fighting in Baili Village gave Zheng Xiu a perseverance far beyond ordinary people.
Faced with this situation, he did not panic at all.
gradually.
Zheng Xiu felt that his understanding and attainment of "painting" were constantly improving as the daily tasks progressed.
Although this meager improvement was only "a little bit" day and night, Zheng Xiu could clearly feel that he was moving forward steadily step by step in the path of [Painter].
He can feel this.
Xie Luohe laughed at Zheng Xiu for overestimating his abilities and wanting to win the world for people named Chu, but when she asked Zheng Xiu to get out, she still threw out the two volumes of Four Seasons.
"The property returns to its original owner."
Xie Luohe left a dull sentence and entered the house.
Just as the door of the cabin was about to close, Zheng Xiu said something unexpectedly.
"Why don't you post a couplet or something next to the door? It will not only add joy, but also add some variety. Otherwise, your house will look exactly like the home in Fengbei in your previous life..."
Ding!
"roll."
A long arrow shot through the door panel, passed through Zheng Xiu's armpit, and disappeared.
Zheng Xiu quickly put the two volumes of Four Seasons Pictures into his arms and swallowed the last two words alive.
She was anxious.
Zheng Xiu walked down the mountain from the corridor happily, the smile on his face gradually becoming more and more unrestrained.
After two months of getting along, Zheng Xiu gradually grasped Xie Luohe's bottom line.
Zheng Xiu never goes too far.
Just right.
I don’t know when Zheng Xiu stopped climbing the rope ladder.
Xie Luohe acquiesced to this matter.
Zheng Xiu returned to his room, closed the door tightly, opened the two scrolls and considered them carefully.
It wasn't until night, when the room was dark and Xiao Tao thoughtfully lit the oil lamp for the young master while delivering the meal, that Zheng Xiu stretched and rubbed the center of his brow.
Seeing that the young master seemed to have some back pain, Xiao Tao took the initiative to get close to Zheng Xiu, and silently kneaded Zheng Xiu's shoulders with a pair of skillful hands.
The technique is in place.
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and enjoyed Xiao Tao's service.
"Sir, did you draw this?"
"No." Zheng Xiu smiled and shook his head.
Xiao Tao squeezed it, paused with her little hands, frowned slightly, and said in confusion: "But Xiao Tao clearly remembered that this painting was the lady's treasure. She would always take it out secretly under the lamp at night to look at it. How could the lady be willing to put it away?" Will I give this painting to you, Master?"
"Thanks……"
When Zheng Xiu heard this, he was slightly startled. As soon as he said this, he suddenly remembered Xie Luohe's "Shunfeng Er" and quickly said: "There is nothing to be reluctant to part with. The boss has a disgusting and kind face. He is a very kind person and has a great structure. How can it be?" You are a stingy person. Besides, this is the calligraphy treasure left by my grandfather."
Xiao Tao whispered: "But the eldest lady is not evil-faced. She looks so beautiful. Xiao Tao is very envious."
Zheng Xiu wished he could slap himself in the mouth, because he didn't pay attention to the wrong word. He shouldn't suppress it first and then raise it. To deal with such a soft-spoken person, he should raise it to the end.
"correct."
Zheng Xiu looked at these two volumes of pictures of the four seasons for a whole day without getting any clues, so he casually asked: "Xiao Tao, what do you think of these two paintings?"
"Xiao Tao thinks that the young master's painting is a hundred times better than the above."
"Honesty is the most important thing in people."
Xiao Tao pouted: "But Xiao Tao didn't lie. The master's painting is a thousand times better than this painting."
Zheng Xiu knew that Xiao Tao didn't understand appreciation.
She said this purely for her own sake, so she smiled and said nothing more.
Xiao Tao asked the young master why he was so interested in these two paintings.
Zheng Xiu smiled and said: "It is said that this set of four seasons pictures hides a huge secret."
"A big secret?" Xiao Tao's eyes lit up, and she immediately covered her ears: "Can Xiao Tao hear this?"
"It doesn't matter."
Since Zheng Xiu learned about Xie Luohe's Shunfeng ears, he became more cautious in his words and did not dare to say anything.
Anyway, he himself didn't see the secret. It's possible that the only national master who knew the secret was dead.
Xiao Tao squeezed Zheng Xiu's shoulders, and the two chatted. Zheng Xiu told Xiao Tao a few short stories, and it was late at night.
Xiao Tao carefully asked the young master if he needed anything else. Zheng Xiu felt that the other parts were not sour, so he refused and told Xiao Tao to rest early.
The little girl left angrily.
The next day.
A burst of rapid horse hoofbeats woke Zheng Xiu up.
While washing up under Xiao Tao's service, Zheng Xiu asked about the bandits' movements.
From the sounds, Zheng Xiu guessed that about two hundred people were out.
Xiao Tao did not hide anything, saying that there was a shortage of food in the village, and the second master went hunting with his men and horses.
"hunt?"
Zheng Xiu frowned.
When Xie Yunliu usually talks about hunting, most of the time he goes out to rob.
After winter, Yunhe Village has been without work for half a month. Xie Yunliu went out this time, and he didn't know if he had received any news or whose caravan was going to be in trouble.
At night.
Xie Yunliucai came back in a hurry with the expressions of a crowd of people.
Among those who went there were three newcomers, Chu Chengfeng, Wen Shishan, and Xiao Buping.
By the way, Wen Shishan's identity as a man disguised as a man has long been exposed, but the bandits seemed to have heard about the grievances between Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan. Xie Yunliu even deliberately arranged the rooms of Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan next to each other, and there was a broken wall between them. The hole is of such a size that a person can crawl through it and pass through it.
Everyone tacitly understood this.
Xie Yunliu's behavior when he came back made Zheng Xiu realize that something was wrong.
When he comes back on weekdays, even if it is snowing, he will take off his shirt, or fight with Chu Chengfeng until midnight and get drunk together. When Chu Chengfeng is not interested, he will do it by himself for an hour, and he will have no energy left in his body. The look of venting. But as soon as he came back today, Xie Yunliu climbed up to the dome happily, as if he had something important to talk to his sister.
Zheng Xiu quickly found Xiao Buping, who had a leaky mouth.
"Where were you during the day?"
Xiao Buping curled his lips: "It's hunting."
He said, pointing to the eight wild boars that the bandits had brought back.
I don’t know where they got them from, but each wild boar weighed two to three hundred kilograms, which was enough for the village to eat for a while.
In addition to wild boars, they also brought back two loads of grain.
"You really went hunting? No other place?"
Xiao Buping thought for a while and shook his head: "That's not true. In fact, we shot ten wild boars in total, and then Xie Yunliu personally brought a group of cronies to a nearby town to exchange for food."
"In exchange for food? Isn't there anything strange?"
"Strange! Of course it's strange! The good bandits didn't go to rob, but Xie Yunliu wanted to take wild boar meat to the town to exchange for it. Damn it, if I, Xiao Buping, hadn't changed my profession, I almost thought we were a group of people who specialized in hunting in the mountains. Serious people."
"No, I mean, when Xie Yunliu went to town, did you find anything weirder?"
It's certainly strange that the good-natured bandits would trade meat for food instead of robbing.
But that's not what Zheng Xiu wants to know.
He always felt that Xie Yunliu seemed to know something.
When Zheng Xiu asked over and over again, Xiao Buping finally said something.
He said that Xie Yunliu seemed particularly happy after he came back from town, and his joy was even more exaggerated than the last time he robbed a box of silver.
"By the way, why are you asking these questions?"
Xiao Buping stared at the scholar in confusion.
After Zheng Xiu said a few words and passed by the lake, he paid attention to Xie Yunliu's movements.
Because of the hunting harvest, the bandits were drunk again that night.
When I was drawing Xie Luohe's back the next day, before Zheng Xiu left, Xie Luohe, who usually ignored Zheng Xiu, suddenly asked.
"What do you see in those two pictures of the four seasons?"
Zheng Xiu shook his head and said honestly: "I can't tell."
Xieluohe was silent.
Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe. After being silent for half a minute, he couldn't help but ask: "I have been here for so long and you have never asked me. Aren't you curious about what the Imperial Master said to me before he died? What?"
Xie Luohe curled his lips and pointed at his ears.
Zheng Xiu was stunned and cursed in his heart.
No wonder Xie Luohe didn't ask. It turned out that Xie Luohe had already heard the whispers the Imperial Master whispered into his ear before he died.
A veritable ear to the wind.
grass.
Seeing Zheng Xiu's deflated expression, Xie Luohe turned around and walked towards the wooden house, feeling a sense of joy in his heart for some unknown reason.
Hum hum.
Fight with me?
Xie Luohe said calmly: "After a while, you and I will go on a long trip."
"Me...with you?" The peace that had lasted for more than two months was suddenly broken. Zheng Xiu secretly thought that Xie Yunliu's weird reaction was correct. He thought for a moment and suddenly thought of a possibility: "Have you found the whereabouts of the other two pictures of the four seasons?"
Xie Luohe nodded, opened the door and walked into the wooden house.
jingle.
When the Xieluo River entered the house, it stirred up a breeze, and the clear music came. Only then did Zheng Xiu notice that a string of wind chimes had been hung on the door frame of the Xieluohe wooden house.
Zheng Xiu twitched the corner of his mouth and instantly understood what Xie Luohe meant.
Hanging a bunch of bells makes it look different from Fengbei's home, right?
What about hiding your ears and stealing the bell?
Although Xie Luohe didn't say when he would set off, Zheng Xiu felt a little uncomfortable for a moment when he thought about leaving Yunhe Village.
Forget it, it’s time to move.
A few days later.
Zheng Xiu took advantage of Xie Yunliu's team to patrol the mountain and came to the workshop.
The leading master of the workshop is a senior blacksmith, others call him Lao Jiao, who is in his sixties.
When Lao Jiao was young, he was also on the road, living a life of licking blood from the knife's edge. Before he was thirty, he became a good boy, changed his name, moved to the south, married a daughter-in-law, and gave birth to a son. Later, when the son grew up, the fact that he had been a bandit when he was young was somehow leaked out, and there was still an old reward for him in the government. A knife hunter came to the door and wanted to take Lao Jiao's head to collect the reward.
Later, Lao Jiao chopped up the three knife-catchers on the spot and escaped with a broken leg. He relied on his blacksmithing skills to make an iron leg for himself, and then dragged the heavy iron leg to escape. After many twists and turns, he arrived at Yunhe Village and took charge of the workshop of Yunhe Village.
The bandit knives and armor pieces in Yunhe Village were all made by him.
Zheng Xiu once heard him brag about his heroic story at a banquet, "carrying a knife and killing from the street to the end of the street without blinking an eye." He struck up a conversation with Lao Jiao and left a message for the sixty-year-old veteran. deep impression.
Because Zheng Xiu asked at that time: "Are your eyes dry?"
Zheng Xiu later heard that Lao Jiao's son was doing well now. He set up a pancake stall in a small town, sold pancakes, and married a daughter-in-law who was now six months pregnant.
"Lao Jiao!"
When Zheng Xiu walked to the workshop, the coal stove in the workshop had already been turned off. A charcoal basin was placed in front of Lao Jiao. While he was lighting the fire, he used a knife to peel off the dead skin on his heels.
Zheng Xiu suddenly spoke, and Lao Jiao was so frightened that his hands shook and he almost cut off a piece of his heel. When he saw clearly that the person coming was Zheng Xiu, he immediately lost his temper.
Everyone knows that there are two people in the entire village who cannot be beaten or scolded.
A scholar, a peach.
Not a stranger.
"Scholar, what are you doing here?"
Zheng Xiu cupped his hands towards Lao Jiao Gong and smiled warmly: "Uncle, I want to ask you to do something."
"Please?" Lao Jiao put down the knife for peeling his feet, his eyes narrowed, and he asked doubtfully: "Is it the boss's business?"
Zheng Xiu shook his head: "No."
"Don't think about it, I won't turn on the furnace until winter."
Lao Jiao refused.
"No, why don't you listen first?" Zheng Xiu secretly stuffed a bottle of wine into Lao Jiao's arms.
"Huh?"
When Lao Jiao looked at the seal of the wine jar, his eyes lit up. Zheng Xiu's eyes were dazzled, and the pot of wine was held in Lao Jiao's arms.
"Where did it come from?"
"Hehe, it's not like you don't know. Chu Chengfeng and I have a close relationship. I took it from his room."
But I haven't had time to get his consent yet.
Zheng Xiu thought silently in his heart.
Lao Jiao could talk now. He smiled and put his hands on top of the charcoal basin. His black knuckles were covered with calluses.
"Tell me, what do you want to pack?"
Before Zheng Xiu made any request, Lao Jiao guessed what Zheng Xiu wanted to do.
"I want to make a brush and use my hair." Zheng Xiu handed a bunch of hair that had been cut in advance to Lao Jiao, and carefully described the length, weight, and shape of the brush to Lao Jiao.
Lao Jiao didn't pay attention at first, but as he listened, Lao Jiao thought about the strange smell and his breath shortened: "You want to get one..."
Lao Jiao hid the second half of his sentence, and inadvertently glanced at the dome, making a "raise the knife and drop it" gesture with his right hand, and his eyes turned cold.
He had been working for Yunhe Village for half his life. When Zheng Xiu said this, he couldn't see that the stylus Zheng Xiu wanted to hit was clearly a handy weapon.
The front is like a painting, and the back is like a mallet. A single blow from the mallet can kill someone.
"Don't get me wrong, it's just a painting tool." Zheng Xiu spread his fair and delicate hands in front of Lao Jiao and said with a smile: "Look at my hands, how dare I have any small thoughts."
When Lao Jiao looked at the scholar's hand, his doubts disappeared.
It's just a stylus.
"By the way, uncle, you see we are so familiar with each other."
Zheng Xiu took a few steps closer and approached with a smile.
Lao Jiao: "?"
"I just want to ask if you have some materials hidden here that are specially designed to make magic weapons, such as meteorite iron, thousand-year cold iron, ten thousand-year seabed gold, volcanic immutable steel, etc. Give me a good mix. It’s heavy!”
When Lao Jiao heard this, his eyes widened and he looked at the scholar. It took him a long time to hold back a word from his mouth.
"roll!"
At first Zheng Xiu thought that it would take ten days and a half to finish the "painting tools". Unexpectedly, it only took five days. Late one night, Lao Jiao knocked on the door gently. When Zheng Xiu opened the door, Lao Jiao said nothing. He stuffed a "painting tool" wrapped in black cloth into Zheng Xiu's arms, turned around and left.
Lao Jiao walked away very quickly, not even giving Zheng Xiu a chance to say thank you.
After closing the door tightly, Zheng Xiu secretly lit a lamp in the corner and took out the stylus pen.
The stylus is ten inches long and two fingers thick. The hair on the end is made of Zheng Xiu's hair.
Zheng Xiu unfolded the layers of black cloth and held the brush heavily in his hand.
Swing it around the room a few times. Although it is a little heavy for Zheng Xiu's current physique, it is very handy. No matter how light it is, it will not kill anyone.
Zheng Xiu smiled slightly and walked to the corner to blow out the oil lamp.
In the darkness, Zheng Xiu bit his finger, and bright red blood came out. Zheng Xiu used the blood as ink, and moved the stylus rapidly in front of him.
After a blink of an eye.
In front of Zheng Xiu, there seemed to be a "paper" that did not exist. Blood ink was splashed on it, turning it into a bloody flower.
The flower bones seemed to be alive, growing, blooming, and withering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Finally, the lotus flower, which exuded a faint blood light, bloomed with a lifetime of brilliance in a few breaths, turning into little bits of blood light and dispersing in the darkness.
The bloody light reflected Zheng Xiu's bright smile.
"It's done."
