The general wearing rotten armor stood firm in the snow.
Behind the general is the ghostly figure.
The broken Zheng family flag swayed in the wind.
Zheng Xiu looked back and saw that one hand was still holding him tightly.
one hand.
The monk seemed to have fainted, his head was bald and reflected the snow, his eyes were clearly closed, but his hands were holding tightly and wouldn't let go.
Qing Shisan was not far away, and the fireworks in the smoke pole had been extinguished.
His eyes were unfocused and he looked around blankly, as if he was just waking up from a dream.
An inexplicable sense of trance came to Zheng Xiu's heart.
After the slight loss, all that was left was relief.
The scenery in front of me is still the same, as if nothing has changed.
However, Zheng Xiu actually experienced thousands of years of reincarnation, faltering like a "sun chaser" chasing the scorching sun, and reached the end of the world.
Everything he had experienced, his hesitation, his determination, and his confusion, fell with the wind like the heavy snow in the sky, but when he looked back, he had become a completely different existence from before.
"Master...I..."
Qing Shisan was at a loss as he stuffed the cigarette rod into his waist, took it out, and stuffed it back again, going back and forth several times before he stepped forward and said, "Qing seems to have had a big empty dream."
Zheng Xiu didn't answer, Qing Shisan lowered his head and said to himself: "Red Lotus Root seems to be dead, but also seems to be alive."
The orange cat nestled in Zheng Xiu's arms, clinging to the captain's warm and strong pectoral muscles in the ice and snow. She used the hair on her ears to scratch Zheng Xiu from time to time. The orange cat seemed to like this feeling more and more. She closed her eyes, her long cat eyelashes trembling slightly, and a lazy voice sounded from Zheng Xiu's clothes: "It's normal. After all, you really consumed a huge amount of energy and truly created a world line." …”
Speaking of this, Orange Cat's lazy voice contained a bit of resentment, and the underlying meaning seemed to be saying "It's all your fault" and "You have to take responsibility to the end" and so on. She turned around and looked for a replacement. With a comfortable posture, he continued: "The deeper the connection with you, the more deeply affected the red spot will be. It seems like a big empty dream, but in fact, they have really lived there. You have also really, It’s like playing with a puppet, constantly making corrections, interfering with their lives, and playing with the fate of mere human beings.”
Hearing this, Zheng Xiu frowned.
The orange cat noticed what Zheng Xiu was thinking, and couldn't help but sneered, "Don't tell me, now that things have happened, you can still call yourself a 'human being'? Taking a step back, even if you are, you can't Now you have gathered authority and obtained the key. You have supreme authority and can be called the Creator. You can be called a mortal, comparable to gods. Your every thought, every joy and anger, millions of people will live because of you, or maybe there will be Thousands of people died because of you. This is God.”
Lady Anne put on an air of "I've been through it all" and taught stupid humans: "You are now a mortal, controlling the power of a god. You must behave like a god, don't always live Must be like a humble lower life."
"Shut up, you're just a mascot. Do you want to take care of me?"
Zheng Xiu counterattacked unceremoniously with the "mascot". The orange cat, who was so arrogant a second ago, suddenly looked shocked, and the fur on the top of his head suddenly became bifurcated due to extreme anger.
"Stupid...wuwuwuwu..."
Zheng Xiu pushed down the protruding head of the talkative orange cat. The orange cat's mouth was blocked and it made a "whimpering" sound.
After hesitating for a while, Qing Shisan took out the fire seal again, lit up the cigarette, and took a deep breath. The smoke filled the air, and the figure of the ferryman Qing Shisan became a bit more elusive and mysterious. He soon changed back to the old Qing Shisan, cynical and sentimental.
"Master, where are we going now?"
"Boo~"
After all, the orange cat is the master, and even a broken ship has three kilograms of iron nails. He squeezed away Zheng Xiu's big hand and said, "Don't forget that you still have a big problem to solve."
Zheng Xiu knew what the orange cat meant by "big trouble" and agreed with the mascot's words, nodding and saying: "Go and clean up the mess first." After thinking for a moment, Zheng Xiu pointed in the direction of the Moon Clan: "Go back to the Moon Clan."
"Okay!"
Qing Shisan happily drew circles with his cigarette pole, and a door appeared in the heavy snow. Zheng Xiu carried the monk who was still awake on his shoulders, with the orange cat curled up in his arms, and when he was about to step into the ferry door, a chuckle came from behind.
Zheng Xiu's expression changed slightly and he turned around to look. In the wind and snow, two figures, a man and a woman, were looming, showing kind eyes. They waved to Zheng Xiu casually in the heavy snow, and gradually moved away.
The whistling snow wind was as sharp as a knife, but here it became a little softer. Hundreds of ghosts marched, and the decayed general turned into dust in an instant, dissipating little by little in the wind. When he blinked again, the two retreating figures had completely disappeared. Everything was like a big dream, like a mirage.
Suddenly looking back, there was only a vast expanse of white snow.
"Walk."
Zheng Xiu nodded lightly, said nothing, and stepped into the door.
The Yue Clan is still in a mess, and everything seems to have remained unchanged, as it was when Zheng Xiu left.
But everything around him became extremely strange to Zheng Xiu.
The wolf king is in the center. The wolf king died happily with a smile on his face.
Yue Linglong knelt in front of the Wolf King, footsteps sounded behind her, and there were tears in her cold eyes.
"Husband."
After cleaning up, Zheng Xiu held a grand funeral for the Wolf King. As the Wolf King's body sank to the bottom of the lake little by little, the group returned to the clan with deep sadness.
When Zheng Xiu returned to the clan, the monk woke up with clear eyes and looked like he had a great enlightenment.
"Weird."
The orange cat looked at the monk's figure and touched his chin: "This bald man's deputy authority seems to have exceeded the rules."
Zheng Xiu talked with the monk.
"Monk, how do you feel?"
The monk touched his head, pondered for a moment, and said with a grin: "Brother, the little monk always feels that his head is empty, and he is a little unaccustomed to it." As he said that, the monk looked at the sky, clasped his hands together, and his clean face looked a little disappointed: "Little monk Now, neither Huahua nor Huahua, the master’s Qixin Zen, the young monk can no longer practice it.”
Zheng Xiu originally wanted to express his condolences, but he thought to himself, isn't this a good thing? The "inner demon" that has troubled the monk for many years has been cured by his ghostly "clearing". When I say a condolence at this moment, I always feel that I wish the monk would get sick.
The monk frowned and fell into deep thought. No matter how Zheng Xiu called him, the monk didn't respond.
Zheng Xiu's eyes narrowed, and the monk seemed to have entered a subtle state that could not be broken, so he cleared the surrounding area, leaving the monk alone to think about life.
That night, the moon shone in the sky.
Zheng Xiu stayed overnight and planned to return the next day.
Yue Linglong was dressed in tulle and extremely beautiful. She sneaked into Zheng Xiu's room.
The orange cat was lying next to the fire pot to keep warm. When Yue Linglong came in, the orange cat showed disdain and sneered: "Ah, human~" and then walked out of the house wisely, not forgetting to say: "Hurry up."
A bright blush appeared on Yue Linglong's fair face. She pretended that she didn't hear Mao'er's crazy words and got into Zheng Xiu's bed neatly. Yue Linglong's body was as cold as a corpse, as cold as a corpse. As soon as she touched Zheng Xiu, the hot temperature made her shrink to the corner of the bed. Zheng Xiu was silent for a moment, gently hugging the cold body, Yue Linglong turned her back to Zheng Xiu, knowing that Zheng Xiu would not give up, happy tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
One night of silence, everything fell into place.
"Husband, I plan to stay in the family."
The next day, when Zheng Xiu and his party were about to return to Daqian, Yue Linglong took the initiative.
After a long conversation last night, Zheng Xiu already knew what Yue Linglong was thinking. He nodded without refusing.
She wants to inherit the Wolf King's legacy and unify the Northern Barbarians.
In this regard, Orange Cat felt that it was unnecessary, and Barabala complained: "There is obviously a simpler way, just delete the unstable factors from the world."
She made a vivid gesture of wiping her neck with her claws.
Zheng Xiu rolled his eyes at Annie: "You're really not afraid of making other loopholes, are you?"
Anne was speechless.
Fortunately, Zheng Xiu was right, she was really not afraid.
The monk sat on the ground all night, his body covered with white frost. When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on the monk, he slowly opened his eyes, and a circle of magnificent light and shadow was faintly reflected behind him.
At this moment, the monk was no longer confused.
"The mist is not fog, and the flowers are not flowers. Since the little monk can't go back, then he won't go back. The flowers are dead, and the little monk... the flowers are not flowers."
The moment the monk said the three words "hua is not a flower", the halo behind him suddenly caught the center of his eyebrows, and a mole as red as cinnabar was dotted out of thin air in the middle of his eyebrows.
Zheng Xiu was slightly startled, wow! [Navigation Log] appeared in his hand, and he searched for "Hua Fei Hua" in the log. Next to the position of "Diplomat", the monk's authority suddenly took shape - [Sacrifice].
The monk had great enlightenment and realized the way of [sacrifice].
Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why did the ascetic monk break the rules and become a 'sacrifice'? Is he sacrificing himself or letting others sacrifice?"
The monk touched his head and smiled stupidly. He told people everywhere that "the little monk is not a flower" and introduced himself again. He seemed to be very satisfied with his new identity.
…
In June of the same year.
The capital of Daqian.
The news of the return of the Red King who was on an envoy to the Northern Barbarians spread throughout the streets and alleys like wings.
"The Red King is back!"
"The Red King is back!"
The people rushed to tell each other. But even such a happy event could not break away the dark clouds that hung over the imperial city.
"There's something wrong with the atmosphere."
Qing Shisan was keenly aware that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the capital.
Pei Gaoya smacked his lips: "The air is so spicy that it pierces your eyes."
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, and his five senses spread throughout the city like tentacles.
"The hole under the palace has disappeared." After a moment, Zheng Xiu suddenly said: "It seems that we have come back at the right time."
The others all scratched their heads after hearing this. Although they had various doubts about the "dream", Zheng Xiu didn't mention it, and they didn't ask. What struck Qing Shisan and others most intuitively was that in the blink of an eye, the Red King seemed to become even more unpredictable, with a sense of aloofness that could not be eaten from the world.
"You go back first, I'm going to...meet an old friend."
Zheng Xiu dismissed his subordinates, and Qing Shisan and others looked at each other in shock. However, knowing that the strength of the Red King was unfathomable at the moment, they had no intention of staying with the Red King to protect him, and they went back to their respective homes.
The orange cat squatted on top of Zheng Xiu's head, one person and one cat swaggering across the street in such a funny manner.
Zheng Xiu greeted the neighbors cordially, but every time Zheng Xiu opened his mouth, the neighbors would force out a smile and avoid looking directly at Zheng Xiu.
"This is divinity. The difference between humans and gods cannot be overcome by pretending to be friendly."
The orange cat noticed that Zheng Xiu was undergoing a strange "transformation". Since he became the "captain", every bit of his experience in the red dot world seemed to be moistening things in a silent way. It completely changed Zheng Xiu's mood and attitude.
Suddenly human and divine, erratic, Orange Cat has never seen such an "unstable" divinity. She speculated that this may be closely related to the shape of Zheng Xiu's "authority".
Zheng Xiu once again came to the study of the great writer Ximen Bei. Standing in front of the door, Zheng Xiu frowned. The fragrance of tea lingered inside, but there was also a hint of pungent blood hidden inside.
"Please come in."
A hoarse old voice sounded from behind the door. Zheng Xiu remained silent and pushed the door open. What greeted him was the warm body of the book boy. The white-haired Ximen Bei set up an elegant seat in the courtyard. There was a pot of tea and two cups on the seat, and beside him were piles of discarded tea residues.
In the corner of the yard, there are messy piles of torn pages, all with the same four words written on them: "The Abandoned One".
Ximen slowly and sadly made a pot of hot tea, filled the cup opposite him, and raised his head little by little. On his wrinkled forehead, the skin between his eyebrows peeled off little by little, revealing the mark of a withered lotus.
Zheng Xiu sat calmly opposite Ximen Bei, and Ximen Bei spoke in a terrifyingly calm tone.
"I have been searching all my life, searching for my origin and my roots."
"I always believe that fate is determined by heaven. The reason why I was born is destined to maintain the stability of Eternal World and Eternal Darkness."
"But when I thought about everything, I suddenly looked back and realized that my persistence over the past thousand years and the things I have done are so ridiculous and meaningless!"
"Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Ridiculous!"
Ximen Bei still maintained the action of pouring tea, and the hot tea overflowed from the cup. Gradually, the overflowing tea turned into ink-like black.
"It took me a whole thousand years! A thousand years! Little did I know that when I got to the end, it would be...you!"
"I don't accept it!"
The old man looked up to the sky and let out a shrill roar. The dark shadows tore around the old man. The skin of his hands was like a book. The human skin was turning over and there were glyphs like gnats squirming on them. Everything about Zheng Xiu is being deduced in the human skin book of [The Literary Man] at a terrifying speed.
call! The fonts of gnats filled every page of the human-skin book like a tide, completely blackened and not a single word could be read clearly.
The old man looked shocked. Zheng Xiu's current "size" has already exceeded the capacity that [literati] can interpret.
Zhu is Zheng E. Zheng Xiu pushes the evil boy to the axis of the world. Zheng E carries part of Zheng Xiu's human soul, gives birth to "consciousness" and transforms into Zhu. He is a born "literary" stranger, but because of his fragmented memory, he wants to take the path of "prisoner". Even if he loses his memory, the new "Zhu" still longs for "Zheng Xiu" like an instinct. He longs to go. Following the same path as Zheng Xiu, he longs to...become Zheng Xiu.
When the cruel answer was placed in front of Zhu, he angrily wrote "The Story of the Abandoned" and sat here, waiting for Zheng Xiu to come to his door.
boom!
Zhu's face was ferocious, and black light shot up into the sky. He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Zheng Xiu's neck. Poof! He slammed Zheng Xiu into the crack.
The crack disappeared fleetingly, and the orange cat yawned, watching Zhu and Zheng Xiu disappear in front of him.
The bored Lady Anne began to learn how to make tea.
She brewed a pot, poured it out, and brewed another pot.
The night passed in the blink of an eye. Zheng Xiu still hasn't come back.
Annie was bored, so she sneaked into the house and looked for it on the bookshelf. Suddenly, several exciting book titles attracted Anne's attention. She grabbed those ancient books and flipped through them with rapid breathing.
I don’t know how long it took, how long.
There was movement again in the study that had been silent for a long time. Zheng Xiu, who was in ragged clothes and with half of his body blackened by filth, tore open the cracks and walked out calmly.
One step, two steps, three steps. Every time Zheng Xiu takes a step, the black part of his body recedes a little. With every step he takes, his expression becomes like a sage, exuding more and more aura that makes people dare not look directly. , awe-inspiring and inviolable.
Anne quickly closed the book "Secret Records of a Showgirl" that she was reading with great interest, turned her wrist and hid it.
Looking back, Annie shouted bad and looked at the sky.
I saw the clear and bright sky, cracking open cracks without warning, and illusory dark red light overflowing from the cracks in the sky. A mysterious and evil red light flickered, and hidden behind the crack were pairs of blood-red eyes like wild beasts.
The densely packed eyes were squeezing and squirming.
"Noisy."
Zheng Xiu smiled, and with a snap of his fingers, a black light curtain centered on him and spread toward the sky.
The cracks that were forcibly squeezed open were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the eyes that were ready to move were also squeezed back to where they came from due to the repair of the cracks.
The shady plot released by Zheng Xiu turned day into night in an instant.
All this happened in the blink of an eye, and the people were so shocked that they took to the streets and watched this scene in horror.
"I'm afraid this night may be a little long."
Zheng Xiu sighed softly, and the black light emitted reversed course as before, retracting towards Zheng Xiu bit by bit, and finally condensed on Zheng Xiu's fingertips, turning back into the wandering "authority".
The indifference and calmness on Zheng Xiu's face disappeared little by little as the authority on his fingertips disappeared. Replaced by distress and entanglement.
Anne opened her mouth wide and hid the forbidden book. In the few short steps that Zheng Xiu took, she watched as Zheng Xiu became a god and quickly transformed from "god" to "human".
"Trinity, you used that polluted divinity to complete the Trinity? No, this is for no reason. Where did you get your divine power? This is not a normal source sea... Wait a minute!"
Anne reacted, holding her face and crying like a dolphin: "You used the source I worked so hard to pick up again?"
Zheng Xiu was noncommittal and pinched his index finger with his fingertips, using this gesture to tell Annie that he actually didn't use much: "Hey, a little bit, I only used a little bit."
(The whole book...ahem, this volume is over.)
