When Zheng Xiu and Qing Shisan walked out of Zheng's house, Yue Linglong chased them out.
"Husband."
She chased Zheng Xiu's back. For some reason, after Zheng Xiu had a fight with his father, Yue Linglong felt that her husband seemed to be a different person, and his back became strange and distant.
"you……"
She paused, then summoned up the courage to ask, "Where do you want to go?"
Zheng Xiu looked back at Yue Linglong, his pillow person. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. Yue Linglong held a thick cloak in her hands. She forced out a smile and put it on Zheng Xiu thoughtfully.
"I can..."
She lowered her head and asked weakly.
"What a coincidence, I want to go to the Northern Barbarians, the Moon Clan."
Zheng Xiu smiled and touched Yue Linglong's face. Zheng Haoran's fist woke him up, making Zheng Xiu realize that he had forgotten something very important.
No wonder he always felt empty in his heart during these peaceful days, as if a piece of him had been poached.
Zheng Xiu decided to find out what the missing piece was.
He still doesn't have a clear clue, but Zheng Xiu vaguely feels that starting from "Zhu" seems to be a good decision.
"Now?"
Yue Linglong was stunned. It was a long way to go to Beiman, and it would not be possible to reach it overnight. She never expected that Zheng Xiu traveled lightly and left as soon as he said so.
Before Zheng Xiu could answer, Yue Linglong seemed to have figured it out in an instant, nodded vigorously, stepped forward and held Zheng Xiu's hand: "I will accompany you, no matter where you are, no matter where you are."
Zheng Xiu subconsciously shrank his hand, but finally let Yue Linglong catch him.
Qing Shisan smoked a dry cigarette in silence until Zheng and his wife stood together. Qing Shisan squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "Are you ready to go?"
First stop, Bagnamo Mountain.
Yue Linglong once talked about her childhood.
She did not suffer from the strange disease that changed the course of her life when she was a child.
The Wolf King did not climb Mount Bagnamo to seek help from the Great Heavenly Witch, nor did he bring back the elixir.
Yue Linglong did not become a "corpse stitcher" because of this.
After deciding on your destination.
Qing Shisan opened his mouth and spit out a thick smoke.
This was the first time since he became a "ferryman" that he demonstrated his "ferryman" magic skills in front of Zheng Xiu.
The lingering smoke did not have any unpleasant smell. Zheng Xiu was a little surprised. Looking at the smoke wrapped around him, there was actually a faint chill in the smoke. It was green with yellow, sinking under the feet of the three people and the cat, as if it came from the underworld. , making people feel cold all over.
The smoke swam, reshaping in front of the three people, and turned into a door in the blink of an eye.
"You... are very skilled."
Only then did Zheng Xiu notice that Qing Shisan had a new injury on the back of his hand.
"Well, young master has sharp eyes," Qing Shisan imitated others to call him "young master". He grinned, showing a row of neat yellowed teeth: "I had nothing to do that day, so I went out for a trip."
"Where are you going?"
"A dangerous river, a lonely boat, and a ferryman." Qing Shisan turned his back to Zheng Xiu and pushed away the smoke with his cigarette stick. His action was like opening the "door" in front of him. He paused for a moment, but in the end he still didn't Concealed: "His name is Bai Qiuyue."
When Zheng Xiu heard this, his pupils shrank, but he didn't say anything. He nodded and followed Qing Shisan into the smoke door.
"Young Master, are you not surprised?"
Qing Shisan thought that Zheng Xiu would reprimand him for making his own decision, but unexpectedly, he was met with silence after his confession, which made Qing Shisan feel a little embarrassed. He rubbed the back of his head and asked more questions.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Xiu shook his head: "What does it feel like?"
Qing Shisan touched his chest, closed his eyes and thought for a moment: "Weird. As soon as I met him, he seemed to know that I was coming, and I also had murderous intentions for no reason. Qing had only one thought at that moment. The two of us could only Live the next one.”
"After finishing the work, the thing flew over by itself."
"Qingmou has become whole."
Yue Linglong followed Zheng Xiu obediently, listening to the weird conversation between the two. She didn't understand, but she was slightly shocked. She was vaguely aware of what Zheng Xiu and Qing Shisan said, and she was curious about the strangeness, which must be unusual.
After stepping into the door, a cold breath hit her face, and Yue Linglong instantly lost her inclination to explore. The twisted mist was as deep as the sea, squeezing from all directions to both sides. In front of several people, they could not distinguish up, down, left, and right with their eyes. When the three of them appeared, they were floating diagonally in the strange and bizarre void.
Qing Shisan waved, and the smoke solidified, turning into a gray boat at the feet of the three people and the cat.
call out!
The three people landed on the boat, and the boat fell rapidly downwards as if it were weightless.
After a while, the boat made a violent jolt, landed on the dark and sticky river, and moved forward steadily.
"Madam, be careful not to put your hands or anything else out of the boat."
Qing Shisan kindly reminded me.
Yue Linglong didn't realize it, and nodded seriously.
A layer of hazy gray light enveloped the hull like a cover, and the color outside the cover was darker. Even Yue Linglong, who didn't understand the mystery, noticed that it was this cover that isolated something outside. She Being protected by Qing Shisan.
The gray twists on both sides were squeezed towards the center, but they could not affect the boat at all. Qing Shisan stood at the bow of the boat. It was an ordinary cigarette rod that Zheng Xiu bought from the market. Now it was in Qing Shisan's hands, and it pulled strangely. The extended side became the ferryman's "pole". With Qing Shisan holding on to the bow of the boat with ease, the boat moved very fast, breaking through the viscous Black River and moving forward along the winding Black River.
Yue Linglong sat at the stern of the boat, swaying and feeling a little dizzy.
Zheng Xiu noticed that Yue Linglong seemed to be a little seasick. He supported Yue Linglong, and Yue Linglong fell into Zheng Xiu's arms with her forehead in hand. She closed her eyes and said nothing, showing the weakness and helplessness of a little woman. Looking at that face for a moment, Zheng Xiu raised his head and said to Qing Shisan: "Mountain Bagnamo... the top of the mountain."
"Okay!" After saying that, Qing Shisan squatted on the bow of the boat, motionless.
"?"
"Ahem, Qing is looking at the map." Qing Shisan coughed twice, feeling a little embarrassed. He quickly hid the map back in his arms and said with an awkward smile: "I'm not familiar with the road, hehe, and I'm not familiar with the entrance either."
The orange cat in his arms still looked stupid and frightened, grabbing Zheng Xiu's shirt with both hands. If it were a little heavier, it might be able to pull off Zheng Xiu's gown with just one swing.
…
There is still a thick cap of snow on the top of Mount Bagnamo.
On a mountain peak high into the clouds, in an uninhabited land, a distortion appeared out of thin air. Three people and a cat walked out of the distortion calmly.
"vomit--"
The orange cat was seasick and would lie on the ground retching as soon as he went out, which was similar to morning sickness.
The scenery from the top of the mountain can be seen at a glance.
Zheng Xiu remembered that the place where Zhu once lived in seclusion was an airtight room. Flattening the mountain walls on all sides will reveal a "big box" made entirely of "dark iron", which can isolate evil spirits and magic and is indestructible.
Nowadays, there is only one dilapidated thatched cottage left here. The thatched cottage was almost collapsed by the snow. The closed door was piled with snow. No one cared about it for an unknown period of time.
"Is this the place where the Great Heavenly Witch hides in seclusion?"
Before Zheng Xiu could ask, the puzzled look on Yue Linglong's face made Zheng Xiu understand that Yue Linglong had never been here before, had never seen the Great Heavenly Witch, and had no idea what the "original" scenery was like.
"Inside..." Qing Shisan's eyes were dark, and there were strange ripples in them, like a pool of black water hidden inside. He stared at the door for a while and wondered: "There is no living person."
After Qing Shisan finished speaking, Zheng Xiu had already walked towards the thatched cottage on the top of the snow mountain and pushed in the door.
The moment he opened the door, a faint rancid smell came from inside. There is a stove inside the door, and there is a kang on the stove. There are many dried and rotten meat hanging in the room. Lying on the kang was a ragged corpse, which was almost turned into bones. No wonder the rotten smell was so weak, as if it had been dead for a long time.
"died."
"died!"
"Meow... ugh!"
Qing Shisan, Yue Linglong, and Orange Cat all showed different reactions to the dead body on the kang.
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Tianyin Mountain, Jingtang Town!"
Half a day later, it was dark.
On Qing Shisan, we sailed through the Bund, from the far north, across Daqian, to a town called "Jingtang" at the foot of Tianyin Mountain in the southwest.
"Master, have you been here?"
At the foot of Tianyin Mountain, the terrain rises layer by layer and is distributed on the mountain wall like stairs. Houses attached to the mountain wall are piled up layer upon layer. Jingtang Town is such a small town. The terrain has great fluctuations from low to high. Qing Shisan was amazed by the unique landform.
"I once carried a painting with a monk and fled here while being chased by a group of people." Zheng Xiu showed a trace of nostalgia in his eyes and answered with a smile: "At that time, the '100-year-old bug' was raging here. A 'purification ceremony' was being held, and the monk had a good heart and got involved...many people died."
"100-year-old bug? Purification ceremony?"
Yue Linglong asked curiously from the side.
Zheng Xiu smiled and explained the matter of "burning pregnant women" concisely and concisely.
As expected, Yue Linglong showed an expression of disgust on her face.
Zheng Xiu added: "But because the monk saved the pregnant woman on the stake, more pregnant women died."
Suddenly, a sense of disobedience came to Zheng Xiu's heart. That painting, why should I do it for that painting? After a moment, an idea came to the mind that dispelled the sense of inconsistency: It was for the "painter's" artifact hidden in the painting. Yes, there was a painter's artifact hidden in it.
Zheng Xiu clenched his fists.
Yue Linglong looked shocked and held her husband's sleeve, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The clothes of Zheng Xiu, Qing Shisan, and Yue Linglong are very different from the local styles. The locals in Jingtang Town cast wary glances. Zheng Xiu looked calmly, looking around, and walked to Jingwu's house by a familiar route.
In front of the door, a barefoot child was sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door with a broom. Zheng Xiu recognized him as "Xiao Zhao".
"Xiao Zhao, is your grandpa at home?"
Zheng Xiu came forward to strike up a conversation, and the child raised his head with doubts on his face: "Who are you?" He was doubtful because these three people were obviously outsiders, and it was the first time he saw them, but the leader could call him by name. But Zheng Xiu looked familiar with his grandpa, which made Xiaozhao involuntarily relax his vigilance. He looked into the house and said, "Grandpa is inside."
Walking into the house, there was an ordinary-looking old man sitting in the yard. The moment the three of them entered, the sick old man sat up and called Xiao Zhao in panic: "Xiao Zhao! Zhao! Who are these three!"
Only then did Xiaozhao realize that he had been fooled.
Cunning foreigner!
"how?"
Qing Shisan knew "what" Zheng Xiu was looking for. He moved closer and asked in a low voice next to Zheng Xiu. He puffed out the smoke casually, and his relaxed posture scared the unexperienced Xiaozhao to tears.
"Old man, please don't take offense if you're bothering me. Don't worry, I'll borrow a book and read it before leaving."
Zheng Xiu looked at the strange old man, his fearful expression did not seem to be fake. He bowed his hands to the old man and entered the house.
In a corner of the room, stacks of ancient books of unknown vintage were stacked randomly. Zheng Xiu stepped forward to rummage through them.
After a while, Zheng Xiu was disappointed to find that the book he wanted was not available.
So he ran outside the hospital again and looked at the grandfather and grandson who were hugging each other at a loss. He felt sorry, but still took the initiative to ask: "Excuse me, old man. I want to find a book called "The Secret Record of Chang An". "
"What secret is Chang?"
When the old man heard this, his wrinkles trembled, he put his palms beside his ears and asked loudly.
"Eternal Secret Records."
"What's secret?"
"Eternal Secret Records."
"What kind of recording is secret?"
Qing Shisan squeezed the cigarette rod tightly.
Zheng Xiu looked at Xiao Zhao: "How do you know the treatment method for the '100-year-old bug'?"
Xiaozhao was even more stunned when he heard this: "What century-old insect?"
"Cotton slough."
"It turns out you were asking about 'cotton slough'!" Xiaozhao slapped his forehead, suddenly realized, and ran into the house. After a while, he took a book and handed it to Zheng Xiu: "Is this what you are talking about? "Xiao Zhao was now eager for the three "cunning foreigners" to leave quickly. He behaved very cooperatively. He stretched out his hand and patted the dusty cover, trying to make Zheng Xiu see clearly: "You are not asked to speak in this book. The name is "Zhang Gong Zhiyi", which contains the treatment method of 'cotton slough'."
After the words fell, Xiaozhao trembled: "How do you, a cunning foreigner, know about 'cotton slough'? But it's not called 'hundred-year-old insect'! It's weird."
Cunning foreigner?
Qing Shisan and Yue Linglong looked at each other.
At this moment, Zheng Xiu flawlessly paid attention to the minor details. He frowned and opened the ancient book titled "Zhang Gong Zhiyi".
[Be a different kind of person, and you will know everything about the world] There is a strange sentence written on the title page.
Zheng Xiu raised his brows and felt something in his heart. He didn't say anything and quickly read through it.
The book records what a man who called himself "Zhang Gong" saw and heard when he traveled around the world. Most of them were bizarre rural legends or some strange sights that ordinary people could not reach. There is an article in it that records an insect called "cotton slough". It is roughly similar to the "cotton slough" in Zheng Xiu's memory. The book says that some places are suffering from cotton slough. If the source of cotton slough cannot be found, the next best thing is to burn sick pregnant women to prevent more people from "getting sick". The only thing that didn't match Zheng Xiu's memory was that the "cotton sloughing" mentioned in the book no longer had the "once in a hundred years" rule!
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
Zheng Xiu flipped through page after page, faster and faster, muttering to himself.
Yue Linglong noticed that her husband was restless and couldn't bear it. She stretched out her fingers and gently pressed the knot of "chuan" on her husband's brow.
"Husband, what are you looking for?"
"An article called 'Sun Chaser's Theory'! It's not in this book! It's not this book, or..." Zheng Xiu turned to the last page and finally saw the author's signature - "Zhang Dayer".
"Zhang Da'er, Zhang Da'er, Zhang Da'er." "Zhang Gongzhiyi" fell from Zheng Xiu's hands. The shock on Zheng Xiu's face could no longer be concealed: "Two hundred years ago, Zhang Da'er was born in the world!"
"It was him who traveled all over the world and wrote this book!"
"He's not dead!"
"Yes! He's not dead, he survived!"
"This is in line with his temperament!"
Zheng Xiu's restless heart calmed down as Zhang Dayer's smiling and plump face appeared in his memory.
Zheng Xiu picked up the book "Zhang Gong Zhiyi" from the ground, dusted it off, walked into the house solemnly, and put it back in its place. After a moment of silence, Zheng Xiu laughed at himself: "Why did I suddenly become like some people, chasing the trajectory of the 'first alien'? Following the path he walked, I searched bit by bit for proof. Traces of his existence.”
"All facts show that there is nothing left by Zhu in this world..."
suddenly.
Zheng Xiu rushed out of the room, and Chao Qing Shisan shouted: "West of the Desert! Richan Valley! Go there quickly!"
If the candle never existed and never appeared, then would the experience of the world in the painting still be real?
Qing Shisan and Yue Linglong looked at Zheng Xiu's bewildered look and couldn't say anything.
Let Qing Shisan swing the pole, and the boat pushed away the waves. After a while, when the twist formed the door, Qing Shisan opened the door, the scorching sun was in the sky, and a heat wave hit his face, accompanied by noise. The market is full of life.
They came to Sunchan Valley:
A lively paradise.
Finally got up...
Do you know how miserable I am...
Both legs were shaking.
Please give me a monthly ticket...
(End of chapter)
