After the three of them laughed, they didn't have time to taste the joy of seeing the sun again.
Almost at the same time, the expressions of Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and Monk all changed at the same time.
The monk's eyes, nostrils, and ears overflowed with blood at the same time. He covered his head in pain, as if it had been torn apart.
Although Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were not "bleeding from seven holes" like the monks, their severe headaches still made them unbearable and their eardrums buzzed with pain.
Zheng Xiu took the opportunity to hug Feng Bei.
Feng Bei shed two lines of tears.
A big dream, turned into nothing in a blink of an eye.
Although the hundreds of years they have experienced in the world in the painting seem illusory, for the three of them, they are actually "memories" accumulated for more than a hundred years.
Fragments of memories that lasted for hundreds of years washed through their minds like a flood in an instant, as if they were trying to squeeze out of their brains. This kind of pain is difficult to describe in words unless you have experienced it yourself.
I do not know how long it has been.
When Feng Bei woke up, he found that he had rolled into Zheng Xiu's arms.
Zheng Xiu looked at him with a smile. At this moment, Zheng Xiu's posture was clearly still that of "Zheng Shan". But in the world of the painting, they had been husband and wife for ten years. No matter how Zheng Xiu's appearance and body changed, Feng Bei could recognize him just from those eyes.
In the painting, the people are fake but the feelings are real.
The back view is fake, but the tears are real.
Time is fake, husband and wife are real.
So, who can tell the truth from the false?
The two hugged each other quietly on the snow, enjoying the silence and peace of this moment, as if they were trying to transition from falsehood to reality.
"Brother, sister...ah no, Miss Feng, are you okay?"
I don’t know how long it took, but the monk squatted aside and scratched his head, and asked a little embarrassedly.
Zheng Xiu looked into Feng Bei's eyes: "We..."
Feng Bei stretched out his fingers, covered Zheng Xiu's mouth, and slowly shook his head.
It was Feng Bei who left Zheng Xiu's arms first. She stood up, her expression returned to its former coldness, she patted the snow on her body, stood aside and said softly: "It's time to go."
Feng Bei's sudden change of attitude made Zheng Xiu's chest feel tight. He took a breath, nodded, and said nothing.
"Hiss-hiss-"
After the avalanche, there was a mess everywhere. At this time, a weak sound of spitting out a message attracted the attention of the three people. They followed the sound and found that the huge white snake was still alive. Its snow-white scales were almost blended with the snow. From a distance, it looked like a small snow hill. The three of them were in different moods now. If they hadn't heard the sound, they might have really Will ignore the past.
The monk and Feng Bei looked at Zheng Xiu at the same time. When something happened, they subconsciously let Zheng Xiu make the decision and regarded him as their backbone.
The century-old influence of the scroll left a lot in the hearts of the three people, but for a while, it was difficult to figure out what exactly it left behind.
Inside, Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu are husband and wife. Zheng Xiu once mistook Feng Bei for Xie Luo He, Feng Bei willingly played Xie Luo He, Monk was Xie Luo He's brother, and Fan Yao ended up becoming everyone's mortal enemy.
Just thinking about these layers of relationships, the complexity is mind-numbing.
Zheng Xiu stepped forward to check. Snow drifted down, and two dark eyes were pitifully exposed, full of pleading.
"Hiss...hiss...hiss..."
At this moment, the white snake was already dying. There was a gash in its belly and it was still bleeding.
Feng Bei stood behind Zheng Xiu, looking at the vivid look in the white snake's eyes, he was a little surprised: "This snake has actually opened up its spiritual wisdom."
More and more little snakes emerged from all directions.
They coiled around the big white snake, raised their pointed heads, and spat out messages to Zheng Xiu, hissing, snorting, and smelling like they were at war with each other.
Zheng Xiu smiled, approached the big white snake, and slapped the big white snake on its head.
"hiss!"
For a moment, the bodies of all the little white snakes were pressed into a bullet shape, as if the whole army was about to attack.
"Hiss!"
White Snake's Nobuko made a sharp sound, and the little snakes' reactions weakened.
The monk was also shocked: "It seems to be afraid of us."
"Who cut it just now?" Zheng Xiu asked.
The monk and Feng Bei looked at Zheng Xiu at the same time: "You."
"Oh, I almost forgot, that's no wonder." Zheng Xiu grinned, showed a kind smile towards the big white snake, and touched the scales on the big white snake's nose: "Do you dare to eat me next time?"
"Hiss, hiss..."
"Don't you dare anymore?"
"Hiss!"
"Turn hostility into friendship?"
"hiss!"
"become!"
One person and one snake spoke to each other as if they could communicate with each other. This scene shocked the monk: "Brother, you can actually understand snake language?"
"I don't understand it, but I can probably understand it. Maybe I am teasing cats a lot. Their eyes look similar."
When Zheng Xiu talked about Mao Er, Feng Bei closed his eyes with a cold expression, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand in front of Feng Bei and the monk, and many terrifying blood-colored eyes suddenly appeared in his palm. The eyes squeezed out of the palm, like a small chain. The sound of flesh and bone squeezing sounded harshly. A slender "penholder" stretched out along the end of the eyeball chain. The tip of the penholder was actually made of five fingers. The composition is quite strange.
Seeing this scene, Feng Bei finally showed a trace of nervousness on his face: "Are you okay?"
She is worried.
Zheng Xiu shook his head with a smile, grabbed a new paintbrush, bitten the tip of his nail and got a drop of blood on it, painted in the air, and drew needle and thread.
"It may take some time, please stay back and wait."
Now that Zheng Xiu had said so, although Feng Bei and the monk didn't know why, they still stood in the distance obediently and watched Zheng Xiu do what he did.
"Expose your belly." Zheng Xiu said to the big white snake. The big white snake actually understood Zheng Xiu's words and exposed the wound hidden in the snow. Zheng Xiu used a knife to open the snake's belly and the wound was neat. Now it is easy to deal with it. After spending a while to sew up the wound on the snake's belly, he put away his "paint brush", touched the center of his eyebrows, and started shaking the slot machine.
Next, the monk and Feng Bei saw a funny scene.
Two large scimitars first appeared in Zheng Xiu's hands. He rushed up the hill with a dissatisfied look on his face.
winter!
Tianyin Mountain was shaken for a while, and the other side of the mountain caused an avalanche.
Zheng Xiu ran back with a gray face, covered in snow, and sat there for a while.
The second time, Zheng Xiu had a flying knife in his hand. He threw the knife away with a constipated expression on his face.
A small piece of the top of Tianyin Mountain was cut off.
An hour later, the other side of Tianyin Mountain was already pitted, and the gray mountain wall exposed after the avalanche was full of cracks and holes. The big white snake looked at the male with an expression that became more and more fearful and fearful.
Until the seventh time, Zheng Xiu rubbed his head with sweat.
A long knife with green light appeared in Zheng Xiu's hand.
"bingo!"
Zheng Xiu finally made [Broken Moon] with [Medical].
"Don't hide from this knife. If you do, I might never be able to pull it out again."
Zheng Xiu reminded the white snake.
"Hiss..."
The big white snake looked at the green light of the sword in front of him, tears streaming down his face, and he closed his eyes.
Zheng Xiu jumped up high, swung his sword, and green light rained down from the sky, dyeing the white snow into a green ocean.
"Compassionate Heaven and Merciful Rain!"
The sutured wound on the abdomen of the Great White Snake is healing and its skin is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Cured.
It can be said that the big white snake survived from a desperate situation, with a mixture of sadness and joy. It rolled its body happily on the snow, and finally lay down in front of Zheng Xiu, stretched out its scarlet letter and licked Zheng Xiu's face.
The monk sighed: "What a wonderful skill!"
Feng Bei pouted: "He knows a lot."
She remembered those ten years inexplicably and blushed.
After Zheng Xiu cured the big white snake, he put away the Broken Moon. The Great White Snake and its people reluctantly bid farewell to their great benefactor with tears.
Before going down the mountain.
"Wait a minute, I'll go back and take a look."
The monk looked confused.
Feng Bei understood, however, and stood behind Zheng Xiu, alert to his surroundings.
Zheng Xiu sat down cross-legged and returned to his heart prison.
Returning to the prison after a long absence, the scenery in the prison remains the same as before.
The gray mist is like a thick deep sea, and mottled rust is all over the heart.
On the game table, several villains were looming.
The only change was that a shriveled broken arm was trapped in the corner by a few gray chains, motionless.
That's a weird thing in the painter's way.
Zheng Xiu’s biggest gain along the way.
However, this strange thing didn't seem to be integrated with him. Instead, he is bound in the prison of his heart.
"Prisoner...Prisoner...Prisoner?"
Reminds me of the scene at the end of the world in the painting, when the world collapsed, his strange thing [Prisoner] burst out and turned into a chain to trap the [Painter] strange thing. He was almost certain that the word "prison" in "prisoner" might not be just a noun, but probably... a verb.
The one who imprisons strange things.
Prisoner.
In the dungeon of Zheng's house.
Zheng Xiu was shriveled up and lifeless.
Zhizhi lay aside and fell asleep. She rubbed her eyes and woke up in a daze. She patted her head and secretly blamed herself. When she looked up, she met a pair of bright and deep eyes.
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Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, then covered his mouth and shouted: "Ghost, ghost! Ah! Master, master is alive! Master is alive!"
Zheng Xiu: "?"
"Card!"
Zheng Xiu reluctantly moved his body and made a crisp sound. Zheng Xiu frowned at the severe pain and weakness in his limbs. Only when he returned to his body did he realize that he was in a very dangerous situation.
But he opened his mouth unhurriedly, about to say something. The dry throat made some strange sounds. Seeing that the master seemed to want to say something, Zhizhi quickly stood up and stroked the master's back. For a moment, he thought that the master was coming back to his senses, and cried like a dolphin: "Master, wuwuwu, don't die! What will happen to our Zheng family if you die?" Is good!"
Your sister is playing filial piety to me, right? Zheng Xiu bared his teeth and gestured with force in front of him to sign the word "Thirteen".
Zhizhi looked at the master's reluctant gestures, finally understood, and hurriedly got up and ran out to find Brother Thirteen.
"call……"
After Zhizhi left, the only sound left in the Zheng family dungeon was Zheng Xiu's long breathing. Before Qing Shisan arrived, Zheng Xiu planned to go back outside. Now that the incarnation cannot return to the original body, the memories that have become molded a hundred years ago are gradually coming to mind. Zheng Xiu is thinking about the memories of the past and making next plans.
Before leaving, Zheng Xiu felt something in his heart, looked in a certain direction, frowned slightly, and then relaxed.
"There is something in the palace."
…
Opening his eyes again, Feng Bei was crouching in front of him with his hands on his knees, looking at his face carefully.
When he opened his eyes, Feng Bei's eyes flashed with panic. Just as he was about to run away, Zheng Xiu reached out and scratched her nose.
Feng Bei coughed twice: "How?"
In the painting, Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu, who have been husband and wife for ten years, are honest with each other. They know the truth and have no secrets.
"Don't worry, I'm very determined. I can't die. I have an idea. Let's talk about it as we go."
Zheng Xiu originally wanted to draw a big bird and fly down, but Feng Bei felt sorry for Zheng Xiu's bloodletting and gritted his teeth and refused to give in. Zheng Xiu couldn't resist, and the three of them could only walk down the mountain.
On the way down the mountain, they recounted their experiences before entering the painting.
Fortunately for Feng Bei, after she was taken into Chang An in Richan Valley, she did not really enter Chang An. In fact, Gongsun Mo couldn't paint the ever-dark scenery at all. Feng Bei was equivalent to sleeping for a long time. But Zheng Xiu and the monk had been tortured for a hundred years. The memories of a hundred years ago were unfamiliar and vague to them.
As he spoke, the experience before entering the painting became clear again. Finally, the monk carefully mentioned "National Master".
The master of the country, the chaser of the sun, the candle, the master of the night.
A ghost that has been wandering in the human world for a thousand years.
Undisguised murderous intent appeared in Feng Bei's eyes, but after a moment, the murderous intent disappeared from her eyes, the corners of her lips curled up, she looked at Zheng Xiu softly, and then quickly moved away. She is in a complicated mood now, and she is more filled with hatred for the Night Lord. But if she thinks about it carefully, if the Night Lord had not set up a trap, if she had not been involved in the cannibal painting, she would not have fallen into the illusory time and space with Zheng Xiu a hundred years ago. Not to mention the unforgettable, peaceful and warm ten years of husband and wife experience.
Those ten years were like a hoof print, engraved in Feng Bei's heart.
No matter whether the two admit it or mention it. None of them can let go of those ten years.
Zheng Xiu didn't notice Xiao Jiujiu in Feng Bei's heart, and said solemnly: "In the painting, in the last hundred years, I fell into semi-madness, pretending to be bewitched by the candle... Haha, although I pretended, in fact, I had no choice at that time. In short, during those hundred years, I painted cannibal paintings day and night underground in the palace, absorbed countless human souls, and opened the entrance to the eternal darkness underground in the palace."
Fengbei didn't know this part. Although Zheng Xiu's tone when he talked about the hundred years of solitude sounded casual and not worth mentioning, Feng Bei's heart clenched secretly as he listened, and he frowned and asked, "You mean..."
"I mean, historically, Gongsun Mo completed the cannibal painting there, opened the constant darkness, and became the human pillar a hundred years ago."
Zheng Xiu counted on his fingers: "Now I completely understand what is said on the mural."
"The Sun Chaser chased the 'Scorching Sun'. I don't know what he saw, but it was related to Chang An. He was very taboo about the 'Scorching Sun', and he did not hesitate to make arrangements every hundred years to select three strangers from the vast sea of people to become human pillars. Use countless human lives to fill the area, create a junction, force the people to use the natural alien technique, let Chang An take away the three people, and then restore peace to the world for a hundred years."
"No wonder," Zheng Xiu said with emotion, "weirds are born with the ability to master thaumaturgy. But if the Night Lord becomes a master, there will be no thaumaturgy in the world, because the human pillar has already entered. Do you remember, in the near century? During that period, there were many evil legends in the world, and this must be what Zhu is worried about."
The monk listened and his brows jumped: "Brother, do you mean that that guy is actually a good person?"
Zheng Xiu shook his head: "That's not what I meant. But in any case, since he dealt with us, he has a deadly feud. If this revenge is not avenged, my surname will not be Zheng. Let's not mention this matter for now. What I want to say is that back then, Gongsun Mo did indeed open Changdian in the Imperial City, so the reason why Zhu had to use a roundabout way to lure Fengbei away from the Imperial City before taking action is reasonable."
Under the contemplative gazes of the two people, Zheng Xiu smiled and expressed his thoughts: "Under the Imperial City, the entrance to Changdian is very likely still there. Or, perhaps, there is a place hidden under the Imperial City... Very close to eternal darkness."
The monk frowned and scratched his bald head, not quite understanding.
"I understand." Feng Bei looked shocked: "You mean, Zhu doesn't dare to approach the imperial city at all?"
"That's right! Madam is smart." Zheng Xiu accidentally called Feng Bei "Madam", and the latter did not deny it. Zheng Xiu smiled and said: "Because, the hundred years have passed long ago, Chang An and Chang Shi meet, and Zhu As the first alien, once he appears in the Imperial City and conflicts with us..."
"The first person to be taken away,"
"it's him!"
