The tub was neither spacious nor crowded.
Two people are just right.
Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu have been husband and wife for ten years in the painting, and they meet openly again, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
Zheng Xiu explained hesitantly: "I just want you to see something."
Feng Bei did not dodge and asked calmly: "What are you looking at?"
"I just entered the rift, and suddenly, my whole body was glowing. It was a bright, bright light that couldn't break through the glass body!" When he talked about acquiring new skills, Zheng Xiu's eyes lit up and he became excited again.
Feng Bei secretly felt funny.
She thought for a moment that Zheng Xiu was looking for a lame excuse.
However, the way the man was making excuses at this time made Feng Bei feel particularly cute.
Last time she overreacted and kicked the pony Zheng Xiu out of the room, which made Feng Bei secretly blame himself for a while.
Who would have thought that someone would enjoy popping their head out of a bathtub.
This time Feng Bei refrained from taking action and silently handed a piece of soap to Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu looked shocked at first, and then took it happily.
Zheng Xiu didn't dare to pick up other people's soap, but he could ask for a few more pieces of soap given by Feng Bei.
Even though this is just a small piece of soap, a small step out of the soap is a big step in the relationship between the two.
The sound of water gurgling, Feng Bei leisurely picked up the warm water and poured it on his body. Feng Bei was shocked and stopped moving.
Zheng Xiu coughed twice: "Madam, you are... neglectful!"
Feng Bei was dumbfounded. He clamped his legs and couldn't react for a moment: "What are you combing and grooming?"
"Your beard, ahem, pricks my hands."
What I fear most is that the air suddenly becomes quiet.
For an instant, Feng Bei stopped responding.
She stayed in the tub expressionless for several breaths before she smiled slightly.
boom!
A figure crashed through several walls and flew out in the middle of the night.
At night, there was another "assassin" noise in Chiwang's Mansion, causing a lot of noise.
Finally, Zheng Xiu climbed up from the ground calmly, combed his wet hair back, and walked back to his room with his head held high. With such grace, everyone's doubts about "there is an assassin" were eliminated, and they all returned to their positions, leaving a sigh of relief that "the Red King knows how to play".
Qing Shisan remained motionless on the roof, listening to the little ones' movements, and sneered: "Hey! What a fuss!"
Haven't you seen the Red King fooling around yet?
There are things more intense than this.
Can strangers play like ordinary people?
Strangers are deeply versed in thaumaturgy. Once the thaumaturgy is used randomly, the world will be shaken and ghosts and gods will cry. Isn't it ordinary that the house will be broken down and the bed will collapse?
With him in charge, nothing could happen to the Red Prince's Mansion.
Qingshisan was lonely in the wind. He touched the pole around his waist and looked in the direction of Ji Hongou's house. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's good to be young."
Zheng Xiu returned to the room and reflected secretly.
It may be because he has always treated Feng Bei like an "old married couple". But although Feng Bei has rich experience, she is actually still a pretty young girl. Some interactions are too exciting for her now. some.
After changing his clothes, Zheng Xiu opened the rift again.
This time he aimed at [Monk Inn].
[Monk Inn] is still on the road, outside the province, nearly a thousand miles away.
In the empty room, Zheng Xiu once again followed the same method and skillfully tore a twisted crack in front of him.
The projection of Zheng E, as soon as he stepped into the crack, the foul air rushed in, and the white light emerging from his body kept the foul air out of the body.
Invulnerable to all intrusions, the glass is unbreakable, Zheng Xiu flies in the filthy atmosphere, laughing unbridled. In the past, he was very taboo about Chang Anmi's filthy energy, but now he likes to look at the filthy energy that wants to invade him, but he can't do anything about his own embarrassment.
This time, Zheng Xiu was not afraid and flew very slowly, looking around at the scenery in the doorway.
"Consciousness falls outside
Entering the Bund and physically entering the Bund are two completely different scenes. "
"The sinking of consciousness into the Bund is the road to promotion. Behind each door is an unknown ability."
"But it's the same Bund, so why are there different scenery?"
In the crack, the mist on both sides is like a wall that is difficult to break through, squeezing toward the center, and a "road" shape appears in front of it. There is no end in front or behind, and there is no concept of space, time, or direction. No matter whether Zheng Xiu flies upside down, forward, or diagonally, the scenery in front of him will not change in any way.
"Yes, Maomao said that the "gateway" we call is what it calls "the Bund." "
"It stands to reason that the path to promotion should be the same place as the Bund where I am walking now. "
"Whether it's consciousness or physical body, they should be able to reach the same place."
"Is it because..."
Zheng Xiu recalled the "falling feeling" that made people feel suffocated and frightened when he fell into the door, and suddenly realized: "The door for promotion is... deeper here?"
I have to bring the cat in next time and let him take a look.
Based on Maomao's mysterious origin, even without a glass body, he should be able to have no fear of the environment here.
If you do not set an anchor point in advance, it is very easy to get lost on the Bund. Zheng Xiu even doubted that if he broke into the void at will, would there be a possibility of accidentally entering other bunds?
There are countless thaumaturges in the world who follow the same path. Do they share the same bund? Or independent?
Questions appeared in Zheng Xiu's mind one after another.
To Zheng Xiu, the view of the Bund in front of him was like "the reality of the world." It was mysterious and unpredictable, yet full of indescribable attractions that made him unable to help but explore further.
Approaching the edge of the Bund, Zheng Xiu looked at his hands, which were glowing with hazy light and as white as mutton fat. His confidence soared and he pushed hard into the thick fog.
A terrifying elastic force squeezed Zheng Xiu's hand back, and he felt terrible resistance.
Zheng Xiu was not surprised by this, nodded, and gave up the plan of breaking through from here.
Since he called this place a "crack", it meant that there was a "border". To use the cracks to pass through various bunds, Zheng Xiu could only rely on the "stations" and could not travel unimpeded.
Is there constant darkness behind the thick fog?
This doubt gradually turned into a strong certainty in Zheng Xiu's heart. He was almost certain that behind the thick fog was Chang An.
"Speaking of which, Maomao calls the doorway the "Bund", so the scenery behind this Changsha shouldn't be a "sea", right? "
Zheng Xiu thought as he quickly found the exit leading directly to the Monk Inn.
Tear!
Entering the distortion, the space in front of you is like a kaleidoscope, divided into blocks of strange colors, which is dazzling.
"Wa~"
Wow!
As soon as Zheng Xiu stepped out of the crack, the sound of torrential rain could be heard in his ears.
Tick tock tick tock.
The sound of water dripping inside the house, and a figure squatted in the corner warily, holding a wooden stick and looking at himself nervously, his head shining brightly.
"Monk?"
"Brother?"
In the ruined temple, the two brothers reunited after months of separation.
The monk was dirty all over. His robe had holes in the east and west. The straw sandals under his feet were already tattered and could barely hang on the heels. His toes were covered with calluses that had been worn out and then healed.
On the bonfire, a broken pot was boiling hot water. The monk gave Zheng Xiu a spoonful of hot water from a broken bowl. There were scattered green leaves of wild vegetables floating in it. This seems to be a monk's dinner, without even a hint of oil.
Zheng Xiu stared at the bowl of wild vegetable soup dumbfounded: "Is this what you want to eat?"
The monk touched his head sheepishly and chuckled: "Brother Zheng, don't look at the fact that there aren't many leaves, but the soup is really sweet."
Zheng Xiu looked at the surrounding environment.
The dilapidated temple was leaking, and it was raining heavily outside. The corner where the monk was squatting happened to have a tile covering his head, so he couldn't get wet.
. There are already puddles of water in the temple. If the rain is heavier, the monk's land will be flooded after a while.
Zheng Xiu took a sip. The wild vegetable soup made his face turn blue, but he still swallowed it to give the monk face. I have been eating delicacies from all over the world recently, and this late-night snack is just for clearing my stomach.
In his escape career before the cannibal painting, the monk had seen Zheng Xiu's ability to "wander in the spirit", so he was not surprised that Zheng Xiu was so elusive. But what he didn't know was that Zheng Xiu's true body appeared now, which was slightly different from the usual way of "incarnation and wandering".
The monk didn't ask, and Zheng Xiu didn't bother to explain. He drank two bowls in one gulp. Hey, don't mention it. He ate too much big fish and meat, so drinking some clear soup with little water would really taste different. Zheng Xiu asked casually: "Where is your horse?"
The monk was stunned: "What kind of horse?"
Zheng Xiu glared at the monk: "I wonder why you walk so slowly! You shouldn't know how to do it." Zheng Xiu couldn't laugh or cry: "You can walk such a long distance with just one pair of feet?"
The monk heard the words and understood. Then he smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and said happily: "This is the path of the young monk."
Ascetic, ascetic, ascetic. As an ascetic monk, the monk encountered many things, and even his personality was almost lost to his secondary personality. He can indeed be called "bitter". However, when others practice asceticism, they are gritting their teeth and suffering, but the monk seems to enjoy it. After thinking about it for a moment, Zheng Xiu understood the monk's thoughts. He looked at the shiny head and remembered that there was a ghost named "Qixin Town" in the monk's head, so he wondered if he should find a chance to go in and take a look. .
But how can ghosts appear in people's heads?
If he was not familiar with the monk before, he would just go in. Now that he and the monk have become close friends, Zheng Xiu is restrained and does not dare to act rashly. People's minds must not be messed with. What if after going in and tossing, the monk becomes stupid?
As Zheng Xiu drank the wild vegetable soup, he suddenly remembered the words of Sun Erming, the knife banker, "When Zheng Shan kills his best friend with his own hands, I will come and get the money for the knife myself."
Master Drafting, isn't this what he's talking about? Zheng Xiu was shocked. Could it be that he rashly entered "Qixin Town" and killed the monks?
Although the wild vegetable soup was scanty, it made the two of them feel quite warm. By the light of the fire, the monk enthusiastically told Zheng Xiu about his experiences along the way, and Zheng Xiu listened with concern.
For the monk, his life actually started in Jiangjun Town. For the past twenty years or so, the "Fan Yao" personality had always occupied his body. Until Fan Yao was taken away by Chang An as "Lou Mengkong" in the world of paintings...
"Is Fan Yao really dead?" Zheng Xiu thought of Fan Yao and suddenly interjected.
"The young monk can no longer hear his voice." The monk replied leisurely. Suddenly, the monk's face changed and became a little more naughty. He chuckled: "Look at this man, he cares about the monk so much!"
[In view of the general environment,
The monk blinked and changed his face again. His eyes were looking forward to Hanchun, as tender as water, and he glanced at Zheng Xiu with moist eyes: "The slave family likes such a loving and righteous man the most."
After an instant, the monk's face was ferocious and his eyes were glaring: "Get out of here, you bastard! If you want to get mad, get out of here! Don't be fooling around here!"
Zheng Xiudan put the bowl down firmly. For those who don’t know, the heavy rain desolates the temple and the monks become abnormal, this is obviously a ghost story that everyone likes to hear. But Zheng Xiu knew that "someone else" lived in the monk's heart. He looked at the "robber" who finally appeared and said with a smile: "Don't argue. This is a rare time for the monk and I to reminisce about the past. Brothers and sisters, please give me some face. Come out, monk."
"Haha, this man is well-educated and well-spoken. I admire young men like this the most. Please give him a face and don't act recklessly."
The monk once again put on a kind-hearted look.
Look, isn’t this face change better than Jun Buxiao?
"Hey hey hey!"
"Hee hee hee!"
"Hey!"
Several lively personalities smiled on the monk's face and disappeared.
The monk scratched his head in confusion. He remembered what had just happened and lowered his head with a smile: "Let me laugh.
. "
"Speaking of which," Zheng Xiu looked at the monk. He recalled the monk's story and was a little puzzled: "Have you ever thought about why the master taught you "Heart Zen" back then? "
Zheng Xiu has a guess. Wait, the master is Xie Yunliu. Xie Yunliu has experienced that past and he knows what cannibalism is. He taught the monk Zen Zen and handed over the painting. Did he hope that one day Gongsun Mo would be "resurrected" in this way? Wait, the master is looking forward to reuniting with Gongsun Mo after a lifetime, but he is tortured by his conscience and cannot bear to hurt the monk, so he hesitates? The master hopes that someone who will inherit Gongsun Mo's legacy will appear and be able to complete Gongsun Mo's unfinished business and bring Xie Luohe back from the darkness?
"It doesn't matter." The monk has been sorting out the relics of the masters these days, and he has long been relieved of this. He smiled lightly and said "It doesn't matter" like Feng Bei's mantra, but he said his own taste. Everything is there. That's right.
"Yes, Brother Zheng, wait for the master's head, I'll bring it back."
When the monk mentioned Master Waiting, his heart moved. He stood up and walked to the luggage not far away. He took out Master Waiting's head and gave it to Zheng Xiu to take a look.
Phew~
As the monk moved, he felt an inexplicable tingling sensation between his eyebrows, as if something was about to come out. Zheng Xiu endured the discomfort on his forehead. The monk had been sitting down before, so Zheng Xiu didn't pay attention. When the monk stood up, Zheng Xiu discovered that a hemp rope as thick as his thumb was tied to the monk's foot, which was connected to the luggage.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
The monk's bag suddenly started to move, and something was scurrying around in the bag.
"Oops!"
The monk's expression changed, and he patted his bald head: "Little monk, I almost forgot about that crap!"
Shit!
Zheng Xiu's forehead was opened, and a twenty-sided dice came out strangely, spinning in mid-air. Along with the sound of bones, the bones of Zheng Xiu's arms changed shape in the severe pain. In the blink of an eye, they turned into two bone chains and stabbed towards the luggage.
The originally pleasant atmosphere of reminiscing about old times suddenly became tense and exciting. Zheng Xiu suddenly stood up, and with a kacha sound, the end of the chain pierced into the luggage, as if it was clasping something.
Zheng Xiu stared intently at the restless luggage and asked breathlessly, "What else are you hiding inside?"
The monk looked confused: "It's nothing, just one... foot."
foot? ? ? ?
As soon as the monk finished speaking, one of his skinny feet was tied tightly with a hemp rope. With a strong tug, he pulled the monk to the ground and threw a dog to eat it. Black mist as flexible as tentacles emerged from the broken foot. He stepped on the pillars of the ruined temple and jumped up to the beams of the temple. He wanted to escape through the hole in the roof, but was held tightly by two chains by Zheng Xiu. , the chain stiffened instantly.
Zheng Xiu looked at the strangely shaped "foot", first stunned, and then ecstatic.
It's a weird thing!
At this moment, Zheng Xiu felt as if he had been hit on the head by an iron pie falling from the sky.
The luck of [Monk Inn] is "the lucky star shines brightly".
Looking at it now, it turns out that it is indeed a lucky star!
At this time, Zheng Xiu no longer cared about the double-edged sword attribute of the monster. As long as it was not an orchid, Zheng Xiu could accept other monsters. When the meat comes to your mouth, you have to look at what kind of meat it is.
