He only saw an old man who looked 90% similar to "Zheng Shan". He couldn't say that he looked very much like him. He called himself Zheng Baimei. He stood in mid-air for a moment after he appeared.
Zheng Baimei asked him to close his eyes and turn his head, and Ruchen obeyed.
Later, I couldn't hold it back anymore and turned back when I heard the noise. I glared and found that my senior was about to get cold.
The next second, the dark tent in the sky was penetrated by countless dazzling sword lights.
Thousands of sword lights seemed to appear out of thin air, and the raven man was transformed into a bird.
In front of Ruchen, Senior Zheng Baimei cast some evil spell and died together with the crow farmer.
The above is the understanding from Ruchen’s perspective.
He couldn't look deeper, so he didn't know what Zheng Xiu did, what he understood, and what he understood in that short moment of life and death.
Soon it started to snow, and if someone looked from a distance, they could see a big lump of "snow" moving little by little toward Tianyin Mountain.
After a while, the dream changed.
Zheng Baimei's incarnation seemed invincible, killing the crow farmer with one sword.
He dreamed of a lush grassland with birds chirping and flowers fragrant.
He believed that something must have happened to Zheng Xiu.
The moonlight is pale and the mist rises.
[No businessman, no treacherous person (Skilled)] First, as the saying goes, no businessman can be treacherous, and you are the tyrant among treacherous people. When you throw a point, there is a certain probability of triggering "opportunism", which doubles the point. Second, you understand the choice.
The way to do it is as the saying goes: give up first and then take. When creating a new incarnation, you can halve the points of one throw in advance, and the points of the next two throws will definitely trigger "opportunism" and double. Third, you are unscrupulous in your actions.
When creating a new incarnation, you can specify that one attribute other than "age" must be "out of the norm" at the expense of having a very high probability of "big failure" in other attributes.
Zheng Xiu admitted that there was an element of gambling.
He doesn't know how high the mountain is.
"The painting depends on the people's presence...the painting depends on the people's presence."
That's right.
Ruchen spent two hours and finally reached the foot of the mountain.
Ruchen was not surprised by this. After counting a few times, he nodded with a smile, took two random mouthfuls of dry food that was frozen and hard, and continued walking upward.
I can’t tell the difference, the young monk really can’t tell the difference!
suddenly.
Zheng Xiu was a little reluctant when he saw the word "death".
"Although the crow farmer was killed by that... old senior who looked like Brother Zheng but may not be completely Brother Zheng."
The sound sounded like the sound made by being thirsty in the desert without drinking water for ten and a half days.
Zheng Haoran put on his battle armor and resolutely set out to fight. The "Zheng" family's military flags were flying all over the city, and the people sent each other off for ten miles.
When fabricating "Zheng Baimei", Zheng Xiu tried for the first time the third derivative change - "by any means necessary".
"There's a painting!"
As Ruchen continued to dig, his nails burst and his fingers were stained red.
His expression was as peaceful as a sleeping baby.
I don’t know how cold it is on the mountain.
Feng Bei looked shocked: "You are not him!"
Dirt is still dirt, no ashes.
Ruchen grinned, tied his luggage in front of him, carried Zheng Xiu and the scroll behind him, and walked step by step in the direction of Tianyin Mountain.
Since Jedi is a place that ordinary people cannot enter.
Zheng Xiu used that terrifying sword to transform into a sword master and vaguely understood what a "sword" was.
Because Ruchen couldn't tell at this moment whether the person who "sacrificed" himself to save him just now was an old man named "Zheng Baimei" or the fierce man Zheng Shan.
After doing all the above, Ruchen gasped for air.
Ruchen touched his head.
…
"Huh...huh...huh...little monk can definitely do it, because this is Brother Zheng's request."
That is a place that ordinary people cannot set foot on... a desperate place.
Ruchen's thinking was extremely clear now. He smoothed out the relationship between Brother Zheng and the old man. He murmured to himself. When he raised his head, he inadvertently looked at the Tianyin Mountain covered with white snow in the dark night.
Because the final result is that [knowledge] seems to have broken through a barrier that ordinary people cannot break through, reaching a level of fifty-one.
Sometimes he calls him Senior, and sometimes he calls Brother Zheng.
Looking down, Jingtang Town, which was destroyed by the macho man and the crow farmer, could only barely make out an outline the size of a palm.
"Brother?"
However he failed.
"Fifty-six times."
Zheng Xiu felt weak all over, and his stomach made a loud "gurgling" sound.
"Brother, Ruchen will definitely live up to Brother Zheng's great trust."
Ruchen's back sank.
"That makes sense!"
"Fool!"
With great difficulty, he packed up the two bundles again and turned them into one bundle, which he tied in front of him.
As night falls, the temperature on the plateau drops sharply, and Ruchen's breath condenses into a puff of white water vapor.
It’s hard to say whether Zheng Xiu’s bet succeeded in the end.
If it's not enough, then Ye Weiyang's people can catch up.
Zheng Xiu felt that he had had a long dream.
As Zheng Xiu's "talent", after more than 20 years of hard work and a chance encounter after being imprisoned, he has reached the level of "proficiency" and has derived three changes.
There is a scroll between Zheng Xiu and Ruchen.
By the night of the fourth day.
Jedi?
In the dream he was still a child.
Ruchen tied himself to a protruding rock with the hemp rope he had prepared in advance, closed his eyes and remained motionless.
The words were intertwined one by one, and in Zheng Xiu's mind, he sketched the figure of a peerless swordsman.
But all he felt was the noise.
A smell of meat came to my face.
It's just another one.
"Uh... the young monk didn't bring a razor, so that's all. Don't be afraid, I'll just go back and shave later." Ruchen smiled with a dirty face, revealing two rows of white teeth, and there were tears in his eyes.
Seeing Zheng Xiu waking up, he didn't know what to say for a while. He paused for a long time before he hurriedly remembered that there was meat soup in the pot and hurriedly waved to Zheng Xiu: "Brother, you are finally awake. Come and eat snake soup!"
This is what the little monk worked so hard to dig out!"
When he raised his hand, Zheng Xiu found that the scroll was in his hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Bei's expression changed, and he said gloomily: "What's wrong? Not happy?"
Ruchen blurted out, omitting the word "Zheng" out of urgency, and shouted smoothly.
But he is also like an ascetic.
Because at that time, Zheng Xiu chose the "unconventional" attribute which was [Learning].
Every time he took a step, the heavy burden bent his knees, making a crisp sound, but Ruchen still smiled and quickly straightened his knees and took the next step.
He also believed that the senior who called himself "Zheng Baimei" would not appear for no reason, let alone die for no reason.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...
"Opportunistic", "choice of choice", "the end justifies the means".
In fact, before Zheng Xiu fabricated the incarnation of "Zheng Baimei", that is, in the prison of his mind, when Zheng Xiu was talking to "Riddle Arm", he inexplicably upgraded his only talent - [No businessman, no treachery].
Zheng Xiu carefully held Feng Bei's hand.
He stubbornly believed that since he could still climb up here, it meant that this place was not perfect enough.
"Why did your hair grow out?"
It is this "unconventional" understanding that created Zheng Baimei.
What should I say?
Ruchen only has one thought left now: there are no people on the mountain, no ravens, nothing.
Somehow, Ruchen began to hear the conversations of his inner demons.
A man came galloping on a horse, it was the heroic Feng Bei.
The "Unknown Sword Master" described in "Heaven and Earth Join Gang Guiyi Sword Intent" is only a few words, brief and hasty.
As he walked Ruchen, his face changed and he talked to himself.
He realized it.
A person appeared out of thin air and somehow landed on his back.
At that time, it was the first time that Zheng Xiu truly touched the "bottleneck" of the incarnation, which was reflected in the number of points as "fifty".
"I do!"
Pull your foot out, step on it, pull it out again, and step on it again.
After calling out a few times, the strong man on his back did not respond at all. He lay stiffly on Ruchen's back, seemingly asleep, but his breathing was weak and his face was pale.
The winding path has disappeared, and it seems that the ancients could only climb here.
No matter how hard Ruchen tried, he could not separate Zheng Xiu's hand from the scroll.
Now Jingtang Town has long been in ruins due to the battle between Zheng Xiu and the crow farmers.
…
"That's right!"
The firelight moved in the "palm" flickeringly, back and forth, as if looking for something.
"Brother!"
Then died.
But judging from the panel, Zheng Baimei is actually very weak.
Fortunately, Ruchen was not just an ordinary person. He put a cotton-padded jacket on Zheng Xiu to keep out the cold, covering his whole body with only his nose exposed.
The figure of Ruchen carrying Zheng Xiu looked a bit bloated.
Until a large piece of snow fell from a height and hit his face, waking him up from the cold. After waking up, Ruchen was so frightened that his face changed randomly. The left side of his face looked like a man's and the right looked like a woman's: "Why did the little monk fall asleep? It's so dangerous.
What a danger! Where is Brother Zheng! Still still..."
A row of dark red footprints were left on the snow.
Ruchen just has amnesia, and he is not stupid.
In addition, Zheng Xiu had doubts about the so-called "unconventional", and he had the idea of giving it a try without getting pregnant, as well as some unclear intuitions, Zheng Xiu boldly chose "knowledge" as his
An exceptional test subject.
The reason why I chose knowledge is because the first two incarnations of Zheng Xiu, the "macho man" and the "evil boy", were one big and one small, one fierce and one tender, one strong and one cute, and they could complement each other to some extent. At that time
It seems unnecessary to think of another incarnation with incredible strength or footwork, and it is not in line with the identity of the "ancestor of the Zheng family".
Zheng Xiu, who had just woken up, was agitated. The unfamiliar environment made him wary.
Zheng Baimei used his life to dispel the ominous night and bring a quiet and peaceful night to this remote place in Daqian.
Zheng Xiu, who had fainted, grabbed the scroll on Ruchen's back with one hand when he fell.
A series of ravines cuts the town into different parts.
In the messy town, Ruchen found some rags, tore them into strips of cloth, and tied Zheng Xiu securely to his body.
In fact, this path cannot be called a road. At first glance, it is full of sharp stones. It can only be said that compared with other smooth rock walls, this path... can be walked.
Except for age, Zheng Baimei's other attributes are not high, and they are far inferior to the two trumpet-sized hunks and villains that Zheng Xiu worked so hard to create. They are far from satisfactory.
He was digging the soil on the ground with both hands, as if he wanted to dig out the ashes of his predecessor so that they could be buried alive.
Ruchen was about to put Zheng Xiu down on his back and check Zheng Xiu's injuries.
Ruchen stared blankly at the disappearing "Senior Zheng Baimei", feeling extremely sad in his heart.
Zheng Baimei's head was completely turned into gray, and scattered in the night, not a single bit was left.
A hoarse voice echoed in the cave.
"You're still scolding me!"
The mountainside of Tianyin Mountain is covered by a layer of clouds and mist all year round. From Ruchen's perspective, the mountain top cannot be seen at all.
He chose [Learning] because he always felt that the unknown swordsman in his imagination and the "Zheng Baimei" he was about to create should be the ones with the most outstanding [Learning].
"Fengbei!"
Only [Comprehension] is as high as fifty-one, and the evaluation is: One hearing leads to a thousand enlightenments.
Only then did Zheng Xiu follow the sound and found a skinny young man with short hair and ragged clothes not far away, lighting a bonfire. On the bonfire was a simple earthenware pot with a broken lid.
There was a piece left, but it could not be covered tightly. There was something cooking in the pot, and it smelled particularly fragrant, which made the hungry Zheng Xiu whet his appetite. The boiling hot soup made a gurgling sound, which sounded particularly pleasant amidst the occasional wind blowing outside.
.
Zheng Baimei's head was weathering little by little. Zheng Baimei's expression did not show any pain, but instead contained a hint of calm realization and satisfaction.
Inside the baggage are clothes, dry food, and utensils to keep out the cold, which are relatively well preserved.
Ruchen's panicked look disappeared instantly, replaced by perseverance and determination.
[Learning] also became [Comprehension] on the parchment.
"Second mother..."
Perhaps some ancient people once tried to climb Tianyin Mountain, and soon Ruchen discovered a steep path that curved upward.
"elder brother!"
Ruchen's thoughts at this moment were very simple.
But it's not like he can't afford to lose.
Not to mention how rugged the mountain road is.
Ruchen carried Zheng Xiu on his back and walked carefully around the city.
The next second, Zheng Xiu died, and the screen in front of his eyes went black, leaving only a big word "death".
"Monk?"
Feng Bei stretched out his hand to him with a smile, with a big word "death" written in the palm of his hand.
Zheng Xiu was so frightened that he opened his eyes.
He looks like a lone warrior brave enough to die.
"He's bald, so aren't we?"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
Ruchen is still climbing up.
Night six.
But the next second, Ruchen was stunned.
Ruchen turned around and looked down, and was so frightened that he took a breath of cold air. His lungs hurt from the cold, and the ice slag on his eyebrows fell off his body in chunks.
Zheng Xiu was still lying quietly behind Ruchen, sleeping steadily under the cloth strips.
Zheng Xiu's grip was too tight, and he couldn't even pull it off when he was lying on Ruchen's back, which made it extremely difficult for Ruchen to put a cotton-padded jacket on Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly murmured in a daze.
"Did I scold you?"
It was created that before Zheng Baimei died, on the verge of life and death, he seemed to burn out his life and burst out with a shocking sword that made the world change color!
Heaven and earth come together in one sword!
In the palm-sized Jingtang Town, there are faintly bright dots flickering, which are firelights.
He and his second wife hugged each other and cried bitterly.
Then Ye Weiyang can't come in either.
"Brother!"
"This bald man must have lost his brain and decided to seek death instead of taking a normal path of survival!"
This was the third sentence Zheng Xiu said after opening his eyes.
Ruchen murmured and repeated Zheng Xiu's instructions before leaving.
By the faint moonlight, Ruchen found two bundles near the ruins of what was once Jingwu's house.
It’s the macho big brother!
"Brother!"
When night falls.
The raven can't even fly up.
After a brief tidying up, Ruchen clumsily put a coat on Zheng Xiu's back.
Ruchen weighed the "heavy objects" on his back, made sure they were tied tightly, and walked up without looking back.
"Hey!" Ruchen was immediately happy when he saw this, his chapped lips fell apart, and the hot blood was frozen into red ice slag in the blink of an eye as soon as it came out of the cracked lips. Ruchen didn't feel the pain at all, and said with a smile: "Idiot
,Can’t find it?”
Houses collapsed and flagstones were lifted from the streets.
With every step he took, his feet left a deep hole in the thick snow.
Zheng Xiu moved forward holding the painting. He felt that his body was very weak at the moment. He stood up staggeringly and quickly sat down again. He moved to the pottery pot and Ruchen took out a dirty bowl from the bag.
, quickly opened the lid of the hot pot, which was so hot that he blew air on his fingers. After struggling clumsily for a while, he served Zheng Xiu a bowl.
"Suck~"
"Suck~"
The two of them drank, regardless of how hot it was, and made a slurping sound.
Zheng Xiu and Ruchen drank the soup very neatly, both of them looked very hungry.