"Being taken away..." Under Feng Bei's all-out throw, behind him
The wings formed by "Danqing Painting Technique" were blown into ink-colored light and dispersed in an instant. The sound of wind as sharp as a knife sounded in his ears, and Zheng Xiu couldn't help but fly backwards.
In front of his field of vision, there seemed to be a line composed of countless fragments.
"tunnel". Countless fragments are in
Flashing in "Tunnel". The same face flashed in front of Zheng Xiu with different expressions, and the frozen scenes fragmented as Zheng Xiu moved.
At one time it was Xieluohe; at another it was Fengbei; at one time it was Xieluohe pretending to be Fengbei; at another time it was Fengbei pretending to be Xieluohe.
The same voice, different accents, sounded at the same time as the fragments fragmented. countless
"Memories" flowed in in an instant. As he moved away from the darkness, everything became chaotic. The sudden influx of information made Zheng Xiu's head feel like it was being stretched open, and it hurt his heart.
"Do you want to know what her wish is?"
"Ordinary people's principles, to her, are like the wish to reach heaven...out of reach."
"When I find Mr. Nie's treasure house, I will return Fengbei to you."
"When I close my eyes, it's her dream! It's her care, her loneliness, her expectations, her past, her cries. As soon as I open my eyes, I only remember that village, that night, And that man who looks like a demon just like her! It was him, you, who took her out of there!"
"She just wants to...be a human being. Return to a normal person!"
"The Sun Chaser once got too close to the scorching sun and was melted by the scorching sun he worshiped."
"If you draw me right now, at this moment, here, as long as the picture is not destroyed, someone in the world will know that a poor woman named 'Xieluohe' once lived, even if only one person lived."
"How about you do the last three things for me and I will return Fengbei to you?"
"Can't tell? Just can't tell."
"I'm tired of hearing their intrigues, I hate hearing their smiles hiding their knives, I don't like hearing their cynicism, and I don't want to hear their fear and jealousy of me."
"Here, I 'listen' to their joy, and to the heartache and unbearable beating of your heart. I sleep peacefully."
"I wonder who we will be more like if we have children in the future."
"I said, the child must be like you."
"Nacheng, I've hidden a lot from you, so don't be angry."
"I know that you deliberately set up Brother Sun and Earth's wife. I have known for a long time that you shaved off my brother's hair, and I actually told him secretly. For example, I know that you always secretly bleed blood and practice thaumaturgy. For example, I actually like...lying on my stomach. And...from the beginning, I am, Fengbei. Hahaha...have you been fooled again?"
"First worship the heaven and earth...Second worship the high hall..."
"I don't just want to be your wife."
"The dream is fake, everything is real! You will eventually forget, you will forget..."
"So I decided to become a...mystery."
"You will always wonder why. You will never be able to solve it, figure it out, or guess it. I, Xie Luohe, want to be your destiny, a mystery that will never be solved."
"Life after life..."
"Gongsun Mo, you are an unsolvable mystery!"
"A mystery you can't solve!" In the end, all the scenes were fixed on the smile on Feng Bei's face when he tore Chang An apart with one palm.
"Ten years ago." As early as ten years ago......
"Wa~" hit a layer behind me
The "film" was broken. The changing memory scenes in front of my eyes and the sounds in my ears disappeared instantly.
He fell heavily in the desert like a bird with broken wings. winter! He hit one person accurately, and they both fell into the sand pit at the same time.
The moon sets and the sun rises, day and night alternate in the blink of an eye. His eyes were dull and unconscious, and he watched the sun and moon alternate in the sky.
It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like just a moment. Walking out of the darkness, he couldn't feel the passage of time, as if his body had been hollowed out.
nothing at all.
"Poof!" The soft cat's claws made a muffled sound, gently pressing on the man's pale cheek. The man's empty gaze moved to the side. An orange kitten walked out of nowhere, stretched out its paws and gently stroked the man's face. The two jewel-like cat eyes were frighteningly quiet, as if they had experienced everything not long ago. Neither of them moved the cat's face, it seemed calm and unfazed.
"Xiao Feng Meow...Xiao Feng Meow..." The man suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged the orange cat tightly. The orange cat struggled a little,
"tick",
"tick",
"Tick tock", the fur between the cats was wet and turned into a lump. The little phoenix stretched out its paws to touch its head with dissatisfaction, and flattened its mouth, but still curled up and settled down in the man's arms.
He struggled to crawl into the valley, leaving two bloody dents on the yellow sand, which was shocking. The monk who was pressed into the sand pit was beaten out of blood by a living person falling from the sky, but the alien was still an alien after all.
A carp jumped up from the sand pit, and the monk anxiously stepped forward to pull the man who was struggling to crawl forward in the yellow sand holding the cat.
He stared dumbly at the man's legs that had cut off on their own.
"You will die, you will die!" The moment Fan Yao was taken away by Chang An, the monk recovered all his memories.
He remembered everything, before he came in, and before
In the years he had lived as "Xie Yunliu", he had not yet had time to digest the sudden
"New identity", there is still a bit of Xie Yunliu's free and easy expression in his expression. He grabbed the man with a broken leg and first tore off his shirt to bandage him. Then he remembered that he seemed to be a martial artist and hurriedly tapped the man's thigh a few times to stop the bleeding.
"Monk, take me back! Take me back!"
"Okay, okay! I'll take it! I'll take it!" When the man said those words, his face was like a ghost, extremely ferocious. The monk could not refuse.
The once prosperous Richan Valley turned into a big pit, and everything in the memory disappeared, as if a town had been dug up by something.
Valley, Richan Town, Sunset Mountain, oasis, pasture, streets, flesh and blood, corpses, camels, weapons, soldiers, knights, the army of the Western Regions, and
"Jianghu". Everything that once existed has disappeared without a trace, leaving not even a trace.
If the two of them were not still alive and they still remembered, no one would know what happened here and what was there.
No one will know that someone once lived and worked here, fell in love, started a family, and made promises.
"It's all gone..." The monk had a complicated mood and burst into tears. He stupidly kept wiping his tears. He obviously didn't feel that sad. After recovering his memory, he understood that Fengbei was not his.
"Sister", but the more he wiped away the tears, the more tears he shed and he couldn't control them.
"Strange, why does the young monk keep crying?" The monk said to himself in a daze on the yellow sand. The man was on the monk's back. Different from the monk's panic and tears, he looked at the big pit in front of him for a long time.
"Your hair has never grown back since then?"
"Yes, little monk doesn't know why."
"Because that's your 'perception'."
"Cognition?"
"You think you're bald, so here, your hair can't grow."
"Breathtaking."
"Quickly, put me down!" The man's breath shortened and he remembered something. The monk laid the man down on the sand.
The man stretched out his pale fingers and quickly drew on the sand. He first drew one
"Cicada" followed by riverbeds, oasis, hills, the veins of the earth, and the rudiments of mountains and rivers. Gradually, under the man's fingers, a simple map was drawn.
"What is this?" the monk asked.
"Map." The man lowered his head and replied.
"Where?" The man closed his eyes, paused his fingers, and murmured: "So, this is why only people from the Gongsun family can see through the secrets hidden in the Four Seasons Picture. Haha... I have noticed it a long time ago. I noticed it. The cicada lying on the Xia Tu tree has clear lines and is exactly the same as the golden cicada of the Lie Sun tribe. In fact, there are only a few "failures" hidden in each picture scroll. The redundant painting will be gone. More artistic conception!”
"The real map can be found by picking out these 'extra' 'failures' and reassembling them!"
"No one in the world will think that Gongsun is the painting sage...he painted it wrong!"
"Only people from the Gongsun family can discover...the secret!"
"Starting from the Golden Cicada, passing by the Green River..." The man pointed to an intersection: "The real treasure house of Gong Nie is here! This is the secret hidden in Gongsun's painting!"
"Did you know where Duke Nie's treasure house was?" The monk punched the man in the face without any warning, causing his mouth to bleed.
After punching the man, the monk stared blankly at his fist and hurriedly explained: "No, ah no, it was his fist that moved by itself..." But the man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, with a blazing look in his eyes. As if there was a burning fire, he pointed to that place: "Take me there... take me there!" The monk once again carried the man on his back and crossed the desert.
Ten days later. They arrived at a barren mountain, not far from the oasis. The barren mountains have been exposed to wind and sun, and their surfaces are dry and cracked.
Hidden in a hidden spot on a mountain wall in a barren mountain is a sculpture that resembles a golden cicada. It has long been weathered and its original shape cannot be distinguished.
Twisting the golden cicada, a huge stone moved away, revealing the inside.
"I'll go in myself."
"Meow!" The meow in his arms replied, and the monk watched helplessly as the man climbed into the treasure house using his hands and feet.
Five days later, the man with parched lips crawled out again, and the monk quickly stepped forward to give him water. After a full drink, the man laughed heartily. He threw Xiao Fengmiao aside and held the monk's shoulders tightly with both hands.
"I know! I know how to get out!"
"When I left Chang An, I subconsciously said 'she was taken away' instead of 'she died' or 'she is gone'. I was immersed in Chang An at that time. Although I just blurted it out inadvertently, it was The answer closest to the origin of Chang An! She was just taken away. No one can draw Chang An, no one can! 'I' have never seen Chang An with my own eyes, how can I describe Chang An's inner world? Scenery! There's no way 'he' could have painted Everlasting Darkness! 'I' couldn't have done it either!"
"What is recorded in the treasure house is not the way to 'return to normal life', but all the secrets! Someone, that person, the Sun Chaser, deliberately recorded everything he knew in the treasure house, just to let 'me' see it with my own eyes see!"
"For...the next hundred years!"
"Every one hundred years, the two worlds of Eternal Darkness and Eternal World meet, and all kinds of secrets of Eternal Darkness will infect Eternal World. Once Eternal Darkness is completely opened, Eternal World will be swallowed up in the blink of an eye, and no one can survive! This is what is said above, what is said above of!"
"You can't be wrong! The human pillar... the human pillar! That's why it's the 'hundred-year period'. He witnessed the 'Eternal Darkness' with his own eyes and survived! He starts planning every hundred years and spends a hundred years to select the person who is suitable to be the 'human pillar'. 'Foreigners'! Three strangers, buried in the eternal darkness, can form three 'human pillars' to stabilize the two realms, thereby making the eternal world stable for another hundred years!" The man cried and laughed, and his expression gradually grew a little more... Crazy: "In the next hundred years, he will choose 'me'! It's me! It's 'me'! But I won't let him get what he wants. All of this is false, but it is true! Everything has appeared before The scenery I have seen before! Things that have happened before! But it is impossible for me to witness Chang An with my own eyes, and it is impossible to paint the scenery I have not seen before! She was just temporarily locked up, locked up! Locked up in the cracks of the painting! Or outside the picture scroll!"
"This was his original intention when he painted this painting, and it was also his wish! At this moment, it has also become my wish!"
"Those who do not have a strong will will be consumed here to death, and their original intention will be eliminated! No matter who it is, in one year, ten years, or one hundred years, he will become him! In this way, he will become it!"
"I won't let him get what he wants! I will never let him succeed!"
"So in 'my' painting, Night Lord, Zhu, the person who has lived for thousands of years, has a unclear face, which has become the biggest fear in 'his' heart! He is afraid, and he knows that he has been played with all his life. In the midst of applause! At the same time, that person is also 'my' hate!"
"He painted his 'hate' in a way that ordinary people can't understand!"
"Do you understand? Do you understand?... No, monk, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. It doesn't matter. I only understand! You have to help me, you have to help me, to complete this matter! We can all leave alive!" After the man drank the water, he said a lot in one breath, which was incoherent. The monk's eyes widened when he heard the words.
"You, me, him" were used indiscriminately. If the monk didn't know the cause and effect, he wouldn't be able to understand what the man said after he came out of the treasure house.
After being thrown away, Xiaofeng Meow squatted on the stone to comb its hair in dissatisfaction, swaying its tail three times to the left and three times to the right. From time to time, it looked at its own cat paws and looked at the man, its eyes dark and green.
As the man talked more and more, Xiaofeng Miao suddenly stopped spinning his tail, tilted his head, and raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling: "Meow? Meow meow meow." At this time, neither of them noticed Xiao Fengmiao. The monk was bewildered by that steadfast action. His shoulders were gripped hard by the man, and there was a dull pain. When his fingers left, the monk's shoulders were left with ten red finger marks.
The monk didn't pay attention. He frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"From the very beginning, there was only one way to decipher this painting!" The man's eyes were all wet, and he gritted his teeth so hard that blood flowed from his teeth.
The whiteness of his teeth and the redness of his blood made the man look like a man-eating ghost at this moment.
"The trouble should end it!"
"I will draw the cause of everything!"
"That...cannibal painting!"
"For...the next hundred years!"
"But, it's only...a hundred years!"
