Zheng Xiu's words shocked everyone.
Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and Monk immersed themselves in Gongsun Mo's cannibal paintings and experienced the buried history.
The tragedy in Richan Valley.
The disappearance of martial arts.
Zheng Xiu even used the identity of "Gongsun Mo" to spend a hundred years painting ghosts, absorbing the souls of millions of people, creating cannibal paintings comparable to ghosts, and personally opened the passage to Changdian and turned into a human pillar.
All the memories are vivid in their minds.
They knew the secrets of history.
Now that Zheng Xiu made the point, the monk suddenly realized: "It turns out that the person who is most afraid of being taken away by Chang An is him!"
"I met him face to face in Jingtang Town. He is a different person, but he is still a human being!" 33
Feng Bei bit his lower lip lightly and remained silent.
Zheng Xiu suddenly grabbed Feng Bei's hand. His tentacles were cold and his palms were full of sweat.
Feng Bei twitched hard, but couldn't pull his hand out of Zheng Xiu's generous palm.
Feeling the warmth in Zheng Xiu's palm, Feng Bei sighed lightly but remained silent.
"Don't even think about leaving."
Zheng Xiu looked at Feng Bei calmly: "No matter whether it is true or false that we slept together for ten years, how can you hide what you are thinking from me?"
"What are you thinking about, little sister?" The monk suddenly changed his expression to Xie Yunliu's.
"My name is Miss Feng." Zheng Xiu said with a straight face, winking at the monk, and secretly scolding you for your blind switch of personalities at this time.
The monk blinked and seemed to understand something. He was secretly annoyed at which pot he did not open and pick up. He scratched his scalp and nodded: "What is Miss Feng thinking about?"
Zheng Xiu revealed Feng Bei's thoughts: "She doesn't want to involve us and wants to find Zhu alone."
Feng Bei froze.
It seems that Zheng Xiuzhen guessed Feng Bei's thoughts.
We are worthy of being husband and wife for ten years.
The monk took a breath of cold air: "Hiss... How can Miss Feng be so reckless!"
Feng Bei finally broke away from Zheng Xiu's hand and took a breath. Her black and white eyes were a little more angry as she glared at Zheng Xiu: "Otherwise? You want me to watch you die?"
Zheng Xiu asked confidently: "Didn't I tell you earlier? I am very determined and I already have an idea. When did you see me doing something that I was not sure about?"
Feng Bei sarcastically said: "On August 15th of that year, you insisted on celebrating the third wedding anniversary and wanted to learn how to make fennel and sheep head pot. I told you that you had no talent in cooking, but you didn't listen. Then you insisted on going. After all the hard work, didn’t I almost burn down the kitchen in the end?”
Zheng Xiu was dissatisfied: "Didn't I succeed on the fifth anniversary?"
Feng Bei sneered: "Didn't you accidentally sprinkle all the salt in in the fourth year? If I hadn't had the courage to say it was delicious, would you have been happy?"
"Everyone has his or her own strengths!"
"So, this is what you mean by 'grasp'?"
"Are you saying in your next sentence that I am not wrong at all if you put aside the facts?"
"Hmph, am I one of those shrewd women you say doesn't know the difference between right and wrong?"
The two of them were arguing and getting closer and closer, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and their faces were almost touching.
The monk suspected that they would kiss on the spot and took the initiative to cover his eyes.
Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Feng Bei twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help smiling. Zheng Xiu looked proud and raised two fingers. Feng Bei feigned anger and it was too late to regain his straight face. Difficult, Zheng Xiu raised the corner of his mouth, showing a "come here" look, Feng Bei looked away, Feng Bei was defeated.
Being interrupted by Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei's heavy heart dissipated a lot. She reluctantly pulled her right long hair behind her ear, revealing the "mark of a stranger" that she had always disliked in front of Zheng Xiu, and rolled her eyes at Zheng Xiu: "Say Well, what are your plans?"
"My idea is simple."
"All the way north,"
"Gouged out the crowkeeper's eyes,"
"Total destruction of Candle's eyes,"
"Then,"
Zheng Xiu pointed to the north, paused for a moment, and calmly said four words: "Let's go home."
Ten days later.
On the official road running from west to northeast.
Two horses are galloping.
A burly man with a stick-shaped oil bag on his back.
On another horse sat a bald man.
It was Zheng Xiu and the monk.
They descended from Tianyin Mountain, first headed northeast, then turned north, passed through several states, and rushed back to the imperial city.
The two walked around for ten days and traveled two thousand miles.
Every time the monk stopped, he would involuntarily look in the direction he came from, feeling quite worried.
"Don't worry," Zheng Xiu comforted, "She is Feng Bei."
They are about to pass through Yizhou.
There was a bit of hesitation on the monk's face.
Zheng Xiu guessed what the monk was thinking: "If you want to go back and see the master, then go and see him."
The monk hesitated for a while and shook his head vigorously: "No, the young monk is definitely not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. I want to advance and retreat together with you two!"
"There are some things that I would like to see him and ask him clearly."
Zheng Xiu now understands that the master is Xie Yunliu two hundred years ago. He lived for two hundred years.
He had known that Gongsun Mo had painted cannibal paintings.
Is there a possibility that when the master knows what will happen to the people who took away the cannibal painting, is he expecting that the cannibal painting will successfully create a second Gongsun Mo and bring back the real Xieluo River from Chang An? ?
This is what Zheng Xiu wanted to ask Master Dang personally.
But now is not the time to get to the bottom of it.
Day 15.
The night is as cold as water.
In the mountains, on the winding road, the two people were still on their way.
They seemed to be going very fast when they got on the horse, but it took fifteen days just to get here. It can be seen that they stopped a lot of time along the way, as if they were waiting for something.
The drizzle, illuminated by the moonlight, was like silver hairy needles, piercing the two people on the horse.
"ah--"
In the distance, as a shrill crow broke the silence, a "dark cloud" covered the sky and passed over the bright moon. When the dark cloud passed quickly, it seemed to tear the bright moon into countless pieces.
【Death...die...die...】
Zheng Xiu's face froze, as if he heard something.
There was still a crow in his ears, but two twisted words appeared subconsciously in his mind. His field of vision was filled with the color of hot asphalt, and it looked like thick black blood.
He covered his ears in surprise, and Zheng Xiu felt that he understood the meaning of the crow's cry in an instant.
The moment he understood the voice, the hallucination of [death] appeared before his eyes.
Did I accidentally learn some weird new skill?
Zheng Xiu was puzzled, but he had no time to think about it.
"Here we come! Cover your eyes!"
The monk gritted his teeth, took out a piece of black cloth, and covered it obediently. As for the horse, he continued to drive based on his feeling.
The "dark clouds" covering the stars and closing the moon turned out to be thousands of ravens. Zheng Xiu encountered a few ravens along the way and deliberately delayed for a while before killing the lone raven. After going back and forth several times, Zhu could guess the route the two took north through Raven's eyes.
Ravens collided crazily in the sky, their bones and flesh shattered, and crow feathers scattered all over the sky. The crushed crow flesh and crow blood gradually formed into a black mist in the dark night. A dark cave suddenly opened in the mist, and small white hands as thick as babies formed a terrifying... Wings stretched out from the black mist.
"babble--"
The horse under the two of them was so frightened that it raised its hooves high. Within a moment, it rolled its eyes and crashed into the big tree nearby.
A terrifying aura swept across the sky, and animals with keen senses were the first to sense the threat.
Zheng Xiu and the monk kicked off their horses and fell off their horses at the same time. The monk covered his eyes, lost his balance for a moment, and rolled to the side.
Thousands of ravens circled under the moon at high speed, forming four high walls. From a distance, it looked like a black storm. At this moment, Zheng Xiu and the monk were in the eye of the storm.
"Die...die...die...send death...die...ah..."
The crowkeeper struggled to squeeze out of the passage, his ten-meter-long twisted wings completely stretched out, and the baby arms made crisp bone sounds. Zheng Xiu once again vaguely understood the meaning of the crows, which were like the word "death" one after another.
Zheng Xiu stared and touched his ears again in surprise.
"It seems like... I can really understand the language of birds?"
"But that doesn't matter anymore."
"The best chance is only once."
"Once Zhu realizes that we plan to blind him in one fell swoop, he won't be able to release the Crow Raider easily in the future."
"Sparrow in prison!"
Zheng Xiu's chest swelled, and dark lines spread all over his body in an instant. His fangs grew out, and the white bone surface covered his face. An illusory wing grew from his shoulder blades. Zheng Xiu transformed into a "prison" with white-faced fangs for the first time in a long time. bird form".
He suddenly threw the long oilcloth bag behind him into the sky: "Come here!"
【provocative】!
The crow farmer's attention was instantly attracted by Zheng Xiu's loud shout, and the tattered blindfold seemed to be burned, burning into ashes. Five bloody eyes flashed with scarlet light.
The crow farmer originally had six eyes, but one was consumed when he "killed" Zheng Baimei for the first time. Now he only has five eyes left!
Zheng Xiu flapped his wings and flew high into the sky.
Boundless black energy surged out from behind the crow keeper, condensed into feathers, and shot towards Zheng Xiu like arrow feathers all over the sky.
call out!
A jet-black light shot from the sky in the distance, like a black meteor. In an instant, it eliminated all the crow-keeper's attacks and opened a bright road for Zheng Xiu.
Ten miles away.
Feng Bei's feet were lightly tapping on the treetops, her long hair fluttering, standing in the dark night.
There was a touch of sadness on her face, and the towering shadow behind her was still like a mountain. However, what the shadow held in its hand was no longer a huge sword, but a ferocious curved bow.
A faint shadow of the bow also appeared in Feng Bei's hand. Ten miles away, she closed her eyes and fully drew the bow.
"Lend me your bow skills, Xie Luohe."
Feng Bei condensed the "ominous" energy that could kill all living creatures into arrows and put them on the long bow.
With a sigh, Feng Bei listened intently and released three fingers.
What she listens to is "the sound of all things."
The dark arrow light shot faster than the other.
In an instant, countless arrows punched out countless holes in the crow-keeper's wings.
Zheng Xiu was as fast as lightning. Under the cover of Feng Bei, the ink-colored light on his wings was like a sharp blade, cutting the night in half.
"die!"
The Crow Keeper was teetering in the night sky, and arrows shot it all over its body. Before Zheng Xiu approached, the second of the Crow Keeper's five remaining eyes suddenly burst, bursting out with red blood.
He even closed his eyes in advance, but still got hit. In fact, at such a close range, when the crow-keeper activates its magic, Zheng Xiu will be hit regardless of whether he closes his eyes or not.
The "mortal art" that can only be performed with the restriction of "blindness" has already exceeded the scope of ordinary thaumaturgy.
The art of kryptonian destiny.
[Zheng Shan] transformed into the same person as [Zheng Baimei] in the past. Her skin was chapped, weathered, and dried up bit by bit, turning into dust and blown away by the wind.
His avatar is crumbling, approaching...death!
"coming!"
Zheng Xiu was not surprised but smiled, his eyes were full of energy, the chains were ringing, and his right palm was filled with blood-colored eyes.
A strange-shaped paintbrush appeared in Zheng Xiu's painting, bound by the eyeball chain. With a wave of his hand, his broken body and his flesh and blood turned into swords all over the sky.
The surrounding sounds disappeared and everything froze, just for a moment.
The moment of life and death.
"Who doesn't know how to use Krypton's fate?"
Zheng Xiu grinned. In an instant, the sword's heart became clear and he could draw inferences from one instance.
"The Ruthless Sword!"
The small sword created by [Painter]'s method, imitated by [Painter]'s miraculous skills, was aimed at the crow-keeper's neck.
laugh!
Zheng Xiu's "death" happened at the same time as the crow farmer's "death". From a distance, it looked like Zheng Xiu had "passed through" the crow farmer's body. But in fact, when Zheng Xiu's body collapsed, he swung his sword at high speed and chopped off the crow farmer's head when he disappeared.
…
"Do you like birds?"
An old man talks to a young man.
"like."
"Why?"
"I want to fly freely in the sky like them."
"I will teach you how to raise birds. Once you learn it, you will also be able to fly. Fly high."
"OK!"
"From today onwards, I will give you a name...Jiu."
…
"It's done! Hahaha!"
The moment he beheaded the crow farmer, a strange memory flowed into Zheng Xiu's mind.
Zheng Xiu laughed in the night sky, turned into flying dust, and died freely.
He was very happy that he could finally use his own hand to use Zheng Baimei's move!
No regrets in dying!
Feng Bei was in the distance, rushing toward him with an anxious expression.
She almost exhausted all her strength, without her usual calm, she was like a bolt of lightning, crossing the night.
The monk heard his elder brother's laughter and hurriedly pulled off the cloth on his face, just in time to see the scene where the crow keeper fell and the "eldest brother" turned into ashes and died in the sky.
Although Zheng Xiu had told the monk in advance that his death was not real. The monk and Zheng Xiu had a century-old relationship that was extremely deep, but he still couldn't help but shed tears and was unbearable.
The crowkeeper's body separated and hit the ground heavily, making no movement.
The surface of his body melted away like a layer of sesame paste, revealing a thin and short body.
That was an ugly-looking young man.
Feng Bei and the monk found the crow-keeper's head. Feng Bei was about to reach out, but she was afraid that she would accidentally crush the crow-keeper's body into ashes, so she said to the monk: "Brother! Take out the eyes quickly!"
Feng Bei was so anxious that he lost his mind. For a moment, he forgot that the monk was no longer Xie Yunliu, so he called out "Brother" in desperation.
The monk didn't think too much, and even responded as a matter of course. He reached into the layer of paste, and when the stench hit his face, he carefully dug out four "eyes" like black pearls.
The monk held the four beads and squeezed them gently, but they were still soft.
"Hurry up! I'm afraid he... won't be able to hold on for long!" Feng Bei took out the bag, packed the four eyes, and urged.
Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!
After the crow keeper died, the flock of ravens hovering in the sky exploded one by one, turning into a black rain of blood that fell on the ground.
At the same time, all the ravens hovering in the sky of the Daqian Dynasty died one after another.
In the imperial city, there was a rain of crows.
All dead.
Feng Bei and the monk traveled day and night, almost without sleep, rushing back to the imperial city from where they killed the crow-raiser. On the way, Fengbei scared away three horses and exhausted four horses to death.
On the night of the twelfth day, under Zheng Xiu's advance arrangements, Fengbei finally returned to his home after "a hundred years".
That mountain.
Under the moonlight, Feng Beitan opened his mouth slightly and looked at the mountain that was split into a valley from the middle. He was stunned for a moment: "Where is my home?"
The forest was filled with smoke. Qing Shisan, who had hidden himself in the dense forest through the smoke, walked out with a dignified expression. He still had the same cynical attitude, wearing a bamboo hat and rags. He held his hands towards Feng Beigong: "I am Qing Shisan, this is Mr. Zheng. A confidant among cronies. I must know Miss Fengbei. Qing knows that Miss Fengbei has countless doubts in her heart, such as your Shantou." Qing Shisan put away his smile: "But without further delay, please be sure to talk to Qing as soon as possible. Return to Zheng’s house.”
As he spoke, Qing Shisan stretched out his hand toward Feng Bei and made a "please" gesture. It turned out that there was a tunnel behind him. The tunnel was square inside, brightly lit, and had tracks. The monk looked confused. Under Qing Shisan's guidance, the three of them got into a strange-looking car. Qing Shisan exploded with hand speed, shook the lever, and the car galloped along the track at high speed.
"Don't be surprised. There are countless strange people in the Zheng family. This is the handiwork of the number one craftsman Yan Jiji."
Feng Bei originally wanted to ask if the mountain at my home was the same, but at the moment she was worried about Zheng Xiu's safety, so she had no time to ask such questions, so she nodded with a dull face.
After a while, the rail car stopped and Qing Shisan opened the secret door. Behind the secret door was the cell underground of Zheng's house.
There were many warblers and swallows crowded in the cell, and the fragrant breeze blew over them. As soon as everyone saw the secret door open, all eyes focused on Feng Bei.
Surrounded by warblers and swallows, Zheng Xiu, who looked gloomy and skinny, seemed to be dead, sitting there motionless.
at the same time.
Inside the Zheng residence.
The orange cat Xiaofeng, who had long since become a part of the Zheng family, turned over and opened his eyes while sleeping.
It looked at the moonlight quietly. The moon was bright and bright, but when it was reflected in the eyes of the cat, not even a bit of light was reflected, leaving only pure black.
"Meow~"
The orange cat licked its paws, stood up, walked gracefully, and silently stepped into the darkness.
Some people died, but not completely...
