"Xiao Tao, hide behind me."
In front of Xiao Tao, Zheng Xiu's bones swelled and his muscles were as hard as fine steel, like a standing steel cannon.
"Um."
After experiencing the initial panic, Xiao Tao stared blankly at the young master's back, feeling inexplicably relieved, and her trembling hands gradually regained their composure.
laugh.
After asking and answering, Zheng Xiu's cheek was cut with a blood mark, the flesh turned up, and blood flowed down the muscle lines of Zheng Xiu's face.
Xie Luohe glanced at the wound on Zheng Xiu's face with his peripheral vision and clenched his fists.
Zheng Xiu's mood at this moment may be completely different from Xiao Xie's.
"Can't waste it."
Zheng Xiu silently wiped the blood from his face with the Luohe pen and looked forward at the person coming.
A hint of fish belly white lit up the sky.
The sun rises, dispelling the darkness bit by bit.
The handsome man in brocade clothes who looks exactly like Xie Yunliu holds a leaf and smiles. His long boots touch the ground, like a dragonfly treading water, and he is relaxed and free without leaving any trace.
"The governor was blessed by good luck today, and he unexpectedly met two...haha, strange people."
Xie Luohe didn't do anything. She frowned and felt doubtful, and waves of stinging pain came from deep in her head.
She slowly placed an arrow on the bowstring, but did not bend the bow to shoot.
picture.
alike.
so similar.
As the "Governor" approached, Zheng Xiu became more amazed and more confused.
Wearing a hat and a gorgeous flying swallow costume, holding a leaf and smiling slightly, the male and female master seems to be the legendary "eunuch". In terms of temperament, he is very delicate and delicate. If he is said to be a strong and vigorous man... Zheng Xiu is the first one not to believe it.
Except for his temperament, which is completely opposite to Xie Yunliu's, his facial features are exactly the same as Xie Yunliu's, without any difference.
At this time, Zheng Xiu asked with some uncertainty: "Monk? Or Xie Yunliu? Or...something else?"
aside.
Xie Luohe held the bow in one hand and couldn't help but hold his forehead with the other hand, frowning.
Unexpectedly, when Zheng Xiu asked this question.
On the opposite side, the governor who forced Laman and Feiye to show up to hurt people, his expression changed drastically the moment he heard this question.
As the governor involuntarily released his hands, a few young leaves fell to the ground.
"You..." The governor's voice was trembling: "No, you... actually came from... her..."
The governor looked at Xie Luohe for a moment, and for a moment he looked at Zheng Xiu. His face was flushed, showing a bit of frightening charm and anxiety, and his words were incoherent.
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
This person actually reacted so greatly to "monk" or "Xie Yunliu".
After a while.
The Governor took a deep breath, regained his composure, and asked, "Are you from two hundred years in the future?"
Xie Luohe opened his mouth wide.
After a moment of astonishment, Zheng Xiu was immediately ecstatic: "You are a monk!"
The governor was slightly startled: "Who is the monk? Wait a minute, are you really from Dagan two hundred years later?"
"He is indeed a monk!"
Zheng Xiu breathed a sigh of relief.
What he thought was a thrilling and bloody battle, Zheng Xiu didn't expect that it would now turn into "meeting an old friend in a foreign land". Yes, since falling into the ghost world, "Fengbei" has become "Xie Luohe". He knows everything outside but doesn't believe it at all. He only believes that he is Xie Luohe; "Monk" has become "Xie Yunliu", which is like completely turning into another person. Not only does this person have no memory of the past, but his personality has also changed.
But now, the second "monk" appeared in front of him and Xie Luohe without warning, and knew everything about the ghosts. His few words seemed to be a code, which made Zheng Xiu inadvertently feel sad.
Xie Luohe listened to the conversation between the two. For some reason, his chest felt tight and he felt unhappy. He bent his bow and prepared to shoot the sissy to death.
Although this sissy looks exactly like her brother, and even looks exactly like a person Zheng Xiu calls "monk" in "Fengbei's Memory", Xie Luohe still wants to kill him at this time impulse.
She couldn't explain why.
I have to say it.
That is, when Zheng Xiu showed that "joyful" expression, she felt that Zheng Xiu was far away from her now, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
"who are you?"
Of course, Zheng Xiu did not relax his vigilance because of this, and he was very happy. He asked the question that concerned him most.
The governor was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly: "Have you ever heard of the incomplete building?"
"I heard it."
"Since you can enter Guixiao, you are indeed an insider. Are you Ye Weiyang?"
"I'm not." Zheng Xiu shook his head, without glancing towards Feng Bei, and said calmly: "A strange man accidentally obtained a cannibal painting and was absorbed into the painting."
"So that's it." The governor suddenly said: "I am one of the eight generals of the incomplete building, 'Yao General' Fan Yao."
"Qianchilou! Who are you, Chu Susu?"
"Do you know Sora?"
"see once."
Fan Yao closed his eyes for a moment and nodded secretly: "I generally understand. It seems that Kong tried his best to steal the painting, but he accidentally harmed you."
"How could you...become like this?"
Zheng Xiu was still thinking about the relationship between "Monk" and "Fanyao". The atmosphere between the two eased, and Zheng Xiu asked questions that he was more concerned about.
"It's hard to describe in one word." Fan Yao sighed softly: "I accidentally got the scroll and was included in the scroll. For so many years, I have been..." Fan Yao lowered his voice, getting lower and lower. He finally looked at Xie Luohe and closed his eyes. mouth. After a while, Fan Yao asked: "Then, who is she?"
"Similarly, it's hard to describe in one sentence." Zheng Xiu didn't want to talk about things related to "Fengbei" in front of Xie Luohe.
Fan Yao looked surprised.
As the admiral of the secret factory, he recognized Xie Luohe's identity at a glance - his "identity" in the world of the painting. When confirming that Zheng Xiu was also an "outsider," Fan Yao initially believed that Xie Luohe, like Zheng Xiu, also came from the real world outside the scroll.
But looking at Zheng Xiu's troubled expression at this moment, it seemed that he had something hidden, but that wasn't the case.
"It's not a good time to discuss matters tonight."
Fan Yao was quite regretful and had no intention of taking action. He turned around calmly and walked towards the forest.
At this moment, in the distance, shortly after the fireworks signal was released, the sound of killing was loud, and the rapid hooves of horses rushed up the mountain, like an army of thousands of horses attacking. The dense rockets overwhelmed the Hidden Sword Villa.
Soon after, Hidden Sword Villa was submerged in a sea of fire, and the sky-high firelight reflected Fan Yao's back, making it look a bit desolate.
"on fire!"
Zheng Xiu looked at the Hidden Sword Villa that was caught in the sea of fire and shrank. Then he looked at Fan Yao's leaving figure and vaguely understood the reason. As expected, this man is not a good man or woman.
"I have one last question, how long have you been here?"
Fan Yao paused as he left, silent and full of emotions. A moment later, Fan Yao's laughter came: "In the blink of an eye, forty years have passed since the baby fell to the ground, like a big empty dream, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false!"
Forty years!
Fan Yao has stayed here for forty years!
Fan Yao said from a distance: "I originally wanted to come here and ask you about the location of Duke Nie's treasure house. But now, it is not necessary."
"stop."
Xie Luo He, who had been eavesdropping and was never absent, when Fan Yao left, his long hair was flying, and a looming shadow emerged behind Xie Luo He.
Dark lines emerged from the clothes and spread all over the body.
At this moment, Xie Luohe looked ferocious and looked like a demon.
"Do you know what is in Mr. Nie's treasure house?"
boom!
The arrow from the Xieluo River was like a cannonball. Wherever it passed, sand and gravel rolled up, plowing out a deep ravine in the dark sky.
"Of course I know!"
Fan Yao smiled slightly, stretched out his two fingers like lightning, and clamped Xie Luohe's arrow with great precision.
In an instant, the strong wind stopped. The rolled up sand and gravel fell to the ground one after another, spreading a fan-shaped trace around Fan Yao.
"Return to normalcy!"
Fan Yao used two fingers to break Xie Luohe's arrow, threw it at his feet, put his hands behind his back and walked away, saying as he walked:
"There is an 'exit' in Gong Nie's treasure house, and on the other side is the 'eternal world' we live in! It took me forty years to find out this huge secret! Now, I give it to you to express my gratitude. Sincerity!”
"See you at Mr. Nie's treasure house!"
Until Fan Yao left with a smile.
Xiao Tao, the only "normal person" in the audience, looked like his soul had returned to his body, his eyes were blank, and he "thumped", his knees weakened, and he knelt on the ground.
In the distance, Hidden Sword Villa has turned into a sea of fire.
Neither Xie Luohe nor Zheng Xiu chased them out.
The appearance of Fan Yao is like some kind of "signal".
A signal that storm is coming.
"I don't believe him."
This sentence explains why she shot an arrow at Fan Yao before leaving.
Xie Luohe looked angrily, facing Zheng Xiu with his butt, and walked far away, and did not take the initiative to talk to Zheng Xiu about anything else.
She didn't even ask what the conversation between Zheng Xiu and Fan Yao meant.
After dawn.
In the small town near Hidden Sword Villa, everyone was talking about the fire last night.
Some people were in a hurry, packed up and fled this place.
It was as if the appearance of the secret factory was like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, causing an uproar in the neighborhood.
After a little understanding, Zheng Xiu found out that Fan Yao's identity for forty years was called "Lou Mengkong".
He is the most popular figure in the court today.
Wherever he passes, everyone is in danger and should run if they can to avoid being killed.
Fan Yao appears, and the century-old foundation of Zangjian Villa turns into a fire.
While arranging horses in the town, Zheng Xiu looked at the charred remains of Hidden Sword Villa from a distance and fell into deep thought.
What was supposed to happen here?
If he had not come, if Xie Luohe had not come, if he was not Zheng Xiu, if he was really Gongsun Mo, would the direction of history still be the same?
Ruolou Mengkong is not Fan Yao, but the secret factory admiral Lou Mengkong in history.
Would that fire still have started last night and razed that place to the ground?
Since Gongsun Mo's influence disappeared, Fan Yao's appearance made Zheng Xiu doubt whether what he was experiencing now was really just "Gongsun Mo's memory".
What if... the reality he was familiar with was completely changed like the experience in Baili Village?
What would happen if Xie Luohe really found Nie Gong's treasure house and "returned to normal people"?
Inexplicable fear lingered in Zheng Xiu's heart.
He felt confused and uncertain about what was about to happen.
"Nerd, what are you thinking about?"
"Xu~"
The warm and moist tongue scraped Zheng Xiu's face hard, leaving drool all over his face.
Zheng Xiu was startled and was frightened out of his thoughts. When he turned around, he saw that it was not Xie Luohe who was licking him.
Xie Luohe smiled and held a horse's head and dragged it next to Zheng Xiu. The horse succumbed to Xie Luohe's female power and had to forcefully mouth Zheng Xiu's face.
Zheng Xiu seemed to read strange emotions such as "grievance", "helplessness" and "shame" from the horse's face. He pushed the horse's head away with a slap, while Xiao Tao quickly took out the remaining warmth and body from his arms. The fragrant silk scarf carefully wiped the horse spit from Zheng Xiu's face.
Xiaotao is like a little cotton-padded jacket.
"No."
"Let's go."
Xieluohe got on his horse and rode out of the city.
The three of them headed to Bashan together.
On the road, Zheng Xiu seemed to have returned to the past.
Draw a "back view" for Xie Luohe every day.
Still following the old rules, he didn't draw the front of Xie Luohe, and Xie Luohe didn't ask Zheng Xiu why he didn't draw her face. Every time he finished painting, Zheng Xiu always felt that he was just a little closer to opening the next door. However, those "some" are like natural chasms, insurmountable.
Something is missing.
Every time Xie Luohe would carefully take away Zheng Xiu's calligraphy treasures, dry them, fold them and put them away. She said that if there was a chance in the future, when Zheng Xiu became famous, she would cover all Gongsun Mo's calligraphy with precious sandalwood and sell them all, so that she would be able to live comfortably.
The third day of March.
Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and everything is rejuvenated.
Along the way, the ice and snow melted, flowers bloomed on the roadside, and the scenery was pleasant.
Every time during the break, flocks of spring swallows and spring-picking butterflies would invariably avoid the Xieluo River when it passed overhead, as if to them, the Xieluo River was a natural enemy at the top of the food chain.
One day.
After Zheng Xiu completed his daily tasks, he painted a picture for Xie Luohe.
Xie Luohe put away the painting and suddenly smiled.
"You know, like her, I am despised by heaven. The flowers I raise never last more than a season. The wild bees and butterflies will never stay by my side, Xie Luohe. She, too, is the same."
Xie Luohe looked at a nameless little blue flower beside him, with its buds stubbornly popping out.
The flowers were brightly colored as they sat down.
When they were leaving, the flowers wilted. Xieluohe stepped forward and touched them gently, causing the flowers to fall silently.
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
Xiao Tao was fetching water from a stream not far away and put it into a pot.
"Do you know what I am looking for in Mr. Nie's treasure house?"
This is the first time that Xie Luohe talks to Zheng Xiu about her purpose of chasing Duke Nie's treasure house.
Zheng Xiu shook his head first.
Pretend not to know.
But when he met Xie Luohe's eyes as calm as a lake, he shook his head and nodded.
"Legend has it that the secret of returning to normal life is hidden in Gong Nie's treasure house."
Xie Luohe said softly: "Although you don't say it, I, Xie Luohe, know that you have never regarded me as Xie Luohe, only as her, the person named Fengbei."
"You always want to save her, save her, save her."
Xie Luohe was smiling.
Zheng Xiu was speechless and found it difficult to refute.
"But you,"
"Have you ever thought that what you did was not what she wanted?"
While Xiaotao is away.
Xie Luohe walked towards Zheng Xiu step by step.
She stretched out her arms and gently hugged Zheng Xiu.
Both hands were gently placed on Zheng Xiu's back.
"She just wants to be like me, able to touch others gently with her hands."
"Ordinary people's principles, to her, are like a wish to reach heaven."
"Unattainable."
Xieluohe's embrace was instantaneous.
She didn't want to do anything to Zheng Xiu.
Youxiang stayed away, and Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe in surprise.
He suddenly understood that Xie Luohe's actions were just to tell Zheng Xiu that Xie Luohe could do what Fengbei couldn't do.
"Do you still remember the bet you made with me in the winter?"
Xie Luohe asked.
Zheng Xiu felt mixed and nodded.
"Then," Xie Luohe smiled calmly: "When I find Gong Nie's treasure house, I will return Fengbei to you."
