Chapter 170 Another glimpse into the door, the new painter (5,000 words long chapter)

Hearing this, Xie Luohe nodded and stopped talking with a sullen face.

Xiaotao's face was flushed as she polished the ink for the young master. Her dexterous hands crossed each other up and down to hold the long strip of inkstone, and drew circles back and forth in the jade inkstone.

One heavy and one light, one smooth and one reverse, the technique is jerky, but the best is sincerity.

The small peach is shaken and grinded, and the movements of the shake give off a bit of the artistic conception of "lightly gathering, slow twisting, wiping and then picking".

"Sir, it's ready."

Zheng Xiu tested the thickness of the ink and praised: "Not bad."

"Young Master is so complimentary."

Xiaotao lowered her head shyly.

Zheng Xiu gave Xiao Tao a strange look.

It’s just grinding ink, you’re blushing like a hammer.

Why is this child so impure in his thoughts?

Zheng Xiu secretly lamented Gongsun Mo's affair. Xie Luohe saw the two interacting and urged: "Hurry up."

"Sir, eldest lady, can Xiaotao... watch?"

Xiao Tao once vaguely heard from her family that the more talented the painter, the more eccentric they are.

Some people don't like to see some paintings, some like to be seen, some like to see others, and some like to see them together.

Xiaotao understands.

So she asked the question cautiously, expecting and feeling anxious at the same time, for fear that Zheng Xiu and Xie Luohe would not agree.

"It doesn't matter."

Zheng Xiu smiled, rolled up his sleeves and raised his pen. He glanced at Xie Luohe, and when he was about to start writing, he picked it up again, looked at Xie Luohe's cold face and said helplessly: "Didn't you like to laugh before? Why?

I stopped smiling this time. Do you know that your expression is the same as..."

"Shut up." Xie Luohe beat the scholar severely yesterday, hoping to end this estranged dispute. Unexpectedly, the scholar was not afraid of death and climbed up to paint for her. This made Xie Luohe feel a little irritable inexplicably today.

When Zheng Xiuyi pointedly said that her expression at the moment looked like that of a "person in a dream," Xie Luohe sneered and said, "If you draw the wrong picture, you will know the consequences."

After saying that, Xieluohe raised his hand and pressed down from the air. A long arrow strangely penetrated the wooden door and was nailed to Xieluohe's feet, its tail feathers shaking violently.

In fact, Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu both knew clearly at this moment.

It doesn't really matter whether Zheng Xiu paints or not. In fact, the two of them are angry, gambling, and fighting over the same thing.

Painting is nothing but a medium.

Perhaps others, such as Xiao Tao and Xie Yunliu, even if they heard about this, could not understand what Zheng Xiu and Xie Luohe were fighting about.

Xie Luohe's "dream" has troubled her for many years. When she heard someone shouting "that name" in the tea shop, you can imagine the shock in her heart, but she didn't show it at the time.

Xie Luohe's situation is exactly the opposite of Zheng Xiu's.

She didn't know that the world she was in was just a picture left by Gongsun Mo.

The memories of the two merged, and now Xieluohe is taking the lead.

This situation is like a dual personality. Xie Luohe doesn't know the dangers in it, but Zheng Xiu understands. If he loses this battle of ideas, Feng Bei's personality may disappear completely and completely become Xie Luohe. This is not what Zheng Xiu wants to see.

of.

Before Zheng Xiu started painting, he thought that all he had to do was to "bring Feng Bei out". He even imagined that the painting was filled with ghosts, ghosts, and demons, and that he was not afraid of it.

The guesses are more complicated and treacherous, and the danger is hidden under the peace.

The reason why Zheng Xiu turned against Xie Luohe and deliberately used a "gamble" to anger Xie Luohe after he revealed his identity was to shake Xie Luohe's mentality and try to bring out Fengbei's personality.

I had known that I should have taken psychology as an elective in college.

"Don't move, just smile, yes, that's good."

Zheng Xiu put down the pen and said calmly without giving Xie Luohe another chance to get angry.

When Zheng Xiu just sketched out the first stroke, he noticed something was wrong. Although he is no longer affected by Gongsun Mo's memory, Gongsun Mo's understanding of the way of painting seems to be engraved in his muscles. Zheng Xiu also passed it in reality.

A self-taught [painter] who has a glimpse of the talent, his painting skills are not top-notch, but they are definitely not bad.

But when the picture he wrote gradually took shape, Zheng Xiucai deeply realized the gap between his half-hearted level and "everyone". Maybe Gongsun Mo has not yet become famous and cannot be called "everyone", but he is indeed a serious painter.

Coming from an aristocratic family, he had been influenced by the painting sage since childhood, so it was difficult for Zheng Xiu to compare with Gongsun Mo.

As Zheng Xiu painted, he entered a state of selflessness, with no other sounds in his ears and no one else in front of him.

He could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing, and only the Xieluo River and the ancestral paintbrush in his hand were left in front of him.

"What are you drawing?"

Xie Luohe listened to the subtle sound coming from behind and couldn't help but look back. He saw that the scholar seemed to have become a completely different person after holding the pen.

It felt like a top knight drawing a long sword, a world-famous general mounting a war horse, and a palace chef holding a kitchen knife.

Xie Luohe originally wanted to ask Zheng Xiu what he was painting, because from Zheng Xiu's perspective, it was impossible to see her face. From the perspective of Zheng Xiu's painting, he could only see his back. Xie Luohe was confused, and when he was about to ask, he was surprised because

The man's posture when he was painting was slightly startled, and the words that came to his lips were swallowed back in his stomach.

Two words appeared vaguely in Xie Luohe's mind - "professional".

You can tell at a glance.

Then another person appeared in Xie Luohe's mind, the person who appeared repeatedly in his dreams - Zheng Shan.

roll.

roll.

Get out!

Get out.

I am Xie Luohe.

You are Fengbei.

I'm not you, you're not me.

Xie Luohe turned her head and turned her back towards him. With distracting thoughts in her mind, she clenched her fists. The long arrow at her feet was trembling slightly with the fluctuation of Xie Luohe's mentality. The stone surface around the arrow feathers followed the slight trembling.

A small crack spread outwards.

Time passes quietly.

It was noon in a blink of an eye.

Zheng Xiu spent more time painting than he imagined, but one person was immersed in art and the other was caught in an unspeakable tangle, and no one noticed that time had just passed.

"alright."

Until Zheng Xiu breathed a long sigh of relief and placed the brush on the pen rest.

Xie Luohe opened his eyes, and with a random move of his right hand, the long arrow nailed to the stone wall trembled and was pulled up, falling into Xie Luohe's hand.

With a smile on his face, Xie Luohe crossed the flowers with bare feet and walked towards Zheng Xiu.

She wanted to see who the scholar drew.

When Xie Luohe saw Zheng Xiu's "masterpiece" clearly, the dangerous smile on his face suddenly solidified.

After being stunned for a moment, Xie Luohe laughed angrily: "Who are you painting?"

"It's you, it's definitely you."

Zheng Xiu put down his sleeves, gently blew on the rice paper to dry some of the ink stains, and said with a smile.

"you!"

Xie Luohe was angry.

On the scroll, a few strokes of thick ink outline a mountain peak. There is a patch of flowers on the peak, and a simple cabin sits in front of the flowers.

Next to the wooden house, the back of a woman with long hair and bare feet is looking at the undulating sea of ​​clouds on the horizon.

Xie Luohe recognized at a glance that Zheng Xiu painted this place. Xie Luohe recognized the woman in the painting at a glance. It was her, Xie Luohe, not Fengbei.

But the problem is,

Zheng Xiu drew the back view!!

I asked you to draw people, but you drew their backs!

Xie Luohe became angry all of a sudden, with murderous intent overflowing from his eyes.

"I said, this time I will draw you, Xie Luohe."

Xie Luohe closed and opened her eyes and regained her composure. She didn't expect that the scholar would play such a boring trick.

What's the point?

"Boring." Xie Luohe suppressed his anger and said calmly: "Now that you've drawn it, you can leave. I am Xie Luohe."
To be continued...