The face reflected on the water was his Zheng Xiu's face.
Instead of "Gongsun Mo"!
"I'm Gongsun Mo? My trumpet? Haha? How is that possible... Hahaha!"
After being shocked, Zheng Xiu was amused by the scene in front of him and burst into laughter.
Finished laughing.
Zheng Xiu shook his head solemnly: "This is impossible."
impossible.
There is a rule when Zheng Xiu creates a trumpet. It’s hard to say whether it’s a person or not, at least it must be from the Zheng family.
Zheng Shan, Zheng E, Zheng Baimei.
This is the principle.
Zheng Xiu was about to say something serious in his heart, but he said: "Don't look at anything inappropriate!"
Zheng Xiu gradually cleared his mind.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
"Brother Gongsun! Are you done with the tinkering?"
Just like when he wanted to take action at the market, his consciousness caught up with him, but his hands and feet couldn't keep up, so he couldn't fight back.
I saw nothing special about the market except that it was very lively.
Zheng Xiu frowned: "Brother Chu, why did you say this?"
"I wonder if Feng Bei and Ru Chen are in the same situation?"
Chu Chengfeng had a venomous look in his eyes, and he knew all the sects and aristocratic families in the world, and he easily pointed out more than a dozen martial arts figures hiding in the market.
"So... so professional."
Gongsun Mo's memory seems very dishonest.
"Okay, okay! We have been hungry for several days. Please give me some food, sir!"
Although everything in front of him was Gongsun Mo's memory, Gongsun Mo might not have understood it at the time, but Zheng Xiu was not Gongsun Mo. After Chu Chengfeng gave him a little reminder, Zheng Xiu quickly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere below.
This woman has really big capacity.
"Brother, come here and take a look."
This is an excellent opportunity to improve your painting skills and realm in a short period of time.
Sitting in the northeast corner is a strong man with a beard. Next to him is a round cloth bag. There is a long handle exposed in the cloth bag, which looks like a copper hammer.
Gongsun Mo's understanding of painters can also be experienced personally.
The second reaction was that it felt... familiar.
Some people carelessly put their big swords on the table and eat wontons on the street.
Zheng Xiu looked at the Four Treasures of the Study and the Painter's Noble Phantasm, and his heart felt warm.
Two of the tables are far apart, with a corner on each side.
At this moment, it was just the opposite. His DNA was moving on its own, his hands and feet were moving, but his consciousness couldn't keep up with Gongsun Mo, so he couldn't write.
"well!"
On the first floor of the spacious tea shop, only three tables were occupied.
The beggars were rejected one by one.
"Come, look here again, it should be almost done."
Although neither Zheng Xiu nor Gongsun Mo’s memories are clear about what the Thirty-Eight Weapons and Plum Blossom Villa represent at this moment. But judging from Chu Chengfeng’s behavior, he should have a decisive position in the world.
, the kind that is enough to make Chu Chengfeng run amok.
It's too quiet.
Chu Chengfeng pointed at a girl at a street stall. The girl was fair and beautiful, sixteen years old, tender and very attractive.
Zheng Xiu had been staying in the room for an unknown amount of time before Chu Chengfeng came to urge him again.
The waiter wiped the table with a dirty rag and casually swept away the remaining oil stains on the table.
This is still hidden.
There are six brushes in total, divided into wolf hair, rat hair, purple hair, jian hair, ox ear hair, and thirty-seven hair.
"You will know if you sit here for a long time."
First is the strength, ranking thirty-eight in the weapon spectrum. Second is the background, the third young master of Plum Blossom Villa.
"Who is that woman?"
"Ouch, look at your memory, brother, you forgot. Hiccup~" Chu Chengfeng suddenly slapped his head and let out the breath of alcohol. He first pointed at a few ragged beggars in the market.
This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!
Wash your face with hot water to wash away the hangover.
Zheng Xiu stared in silence for a while.
"Look at the old man selling sweet potatoes. His hands are covered with calluses. The little finger is nameless, and the middle finger is particularly bulging. The knuckles are deformed. They are clearly the traces left by practicing Liuhe Zhang. He has been in the Jiangnan area for many years.
The Liuhe Gang who was involved in the shipping business actually entered Shuzhong, which is interesting."
If you think about it according to the idea of clearing the level of "Ghost", although the strange ghost "World in Painting" currently has no prompts, no narration, and you don't even know whether to return to the game. But as the saying goes, everything can never change without departing from its origin. Zheng Xiu himself gave
I set my own "mission".
Now, by chance, he can personally experience the memories he experienced back then through the first-person perspective of the legendary "painting ghost" Gongsun Mo.
There is a bamboo basket next to the door, with a row of scrolls neatly fixed with cloth strips. There is also an exquisite brocade box hidden in the bamboo basket. When you open it, you will find a set of expensive painting tools, brushes, and ink sticks.
, jade and inkstone are all available.
Even though it's a private seat, it's cleaner than the one on the first floor.
Zheng Xiu looked at the familiar figure from behind and asked in a daze.
Sitting in the southwest corner is a handsome young man waving a fan, wearing a hat and white clothes, with a graceful demeanor and a smile as gentle as jade.
These are "Gongsun Mo's" personal belongings. It is obvious at a glance. Others go out with swords and knives, but Gongsun Mo brings a bunch of paper and pens. No wonder the arrogant young master of the Baili Escort Bureau called Gongsun Mo a "poor scholar" at a glance.
”.
1. Follow Gongsun Mo’s footsteps, find Feng Bei and Ru Chen, and find a way to decipher the world in the painting;
Zheng Xiu's eyes widened, and in his heart little Zheng was scolding his mother. Little Gongsun put on a bitter smile on his face: "Brother Chu, don't be joking. You don't know how much I can drink. If I drink two more cups with Brother Chu, I'm afraid today
We can’t continue going north.”
The painter let out a long sigh, put down his pen, and said "OK" to the outside. Then he washed the painting tools in the basin, put them away again, and carried them on his back.
He walked forward involuntarily, carefully took out a roll of rice paper, and spread it out on the table.
Not long after, Chu Chengfeng's order arrived.
Yes, that back figure made "him" feel familiar inexplicably.
This was Zheng Xiu's first reaction when he looked at the seven or eight kilograms of meat dishes on the table.
Chu Chengfeng smiled slightly and pointed to the bustling market below.
Chu Chengfeng was speechless when he heard the words. He turned back to look at the unconscious brother Gongsun and was secretly amused. Just now he said don't look at anything inappropriate, but now? Sure enough, scholars like to mean what they mean and say one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes. Tsk, that's very treacherous. But at the moment
Chu Chengfeng didn't give any clues. He looked at the woman's back and distinguished it carefully. He shook his head helplessly: "This may be an unknown person. Chu can't recognize it. But the woman Chu asked you to see is not that woman. When did the woman
If you can’t look, you should first look at the two people who are far apart.”
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he came back to his senses. Although he wore the brand of "Macho Painter" and followed the path of "Painter", he knew how much moisture he had, and he could still see the wool of Feng Bei. This was
Once you complete a set of movements, you will be able to do it smoothly.
"I want you to look at her waist, inside her waistband. Did you see that there is a bulge in the circle, which contains the universe? It is obviously a weapon such as a soft whip or a soft sword. In the middle of Sichuan, if we say soft whip
I may not be able to tell, but if it’s a soft sword... Hey! Who doesn’t know that the girl from Ruyifang has a soft sword that combines hardness and softness, and is ever-changing. She probably doesn’t want people to know her origin, and would rather draw the sword with a few more twists.
She is extremely obstructive and doesn’t want people to notice her origins.”
Zheng Xiu's face turned pale: "Keep your voice down, keep your voice down. Brother Chu, don't say anything arrogant, for fear of causing trouble."
The brush was dipped in ink. Zheng Xiu held his sleeve in one hand and the pen in the other.
"What am I afraid of!" Chu Chengfeng curled his lips: "If Chu was afraid of trouble, he wouldn't have helped you yesterday. He really heard it and didn't dare to get angry or say anything for fear of what they might do."
Zheng Xiu quickly denied this ridiculous idea in his mind and turned to other possibilities.
This action lasted for a long time.
Chu Chengfeng smiled meaningfully and said: "Beggars mostly beg on the streets. There is no reason to beg at homes. They have broken the rules."
"Brother Chu, you just said not to leave the inn for fear of losing your life. Why is that?"
The superior room where Zheng Xiu lived was at the far end of the corridor on the second floor, the most secluded room. When he opened the door, Chu Chengfeng held his long sword behind him and hung it on his waist. He put it on Zheng Xiu's shoulder with a smile: "Brother Gongsun , do you want to drink a few more cups to relieve the hangover?"
"Brother Chu, what do you want to say?"
His incarnation [Zheng Shan] has taken the path of a well-deserved [painter].
"Going north?" Hearing this, Chu Chengfeng showed a strange expression, and then patted Zheng Xiu on the shoulder: "If you can trust Brother Chu, you should stay in the inn peacefully these days and don't go out, otherwise you will lose your life. ,After all...the sword has no eyes."
"correct."
He could no longer tell whether Gongsun Mo looked familiar or Zheng Xiu looked familiar.
But Zheng Xiu could tell at a glance that just by looking at this set of things, Gongsun Mo was by no means "poor" and could even be said to have a small fortune. Not to mention the jade inkstone made of high-quality ink jade, let alone The delicately carved ink strips are just a piece of "leaf tendon ox ear hair". The workmanship should not be from the contemporary period, but is probably an antique.
The beggars were thin, barefooted, each holding a broken bowl in their hands, and were knocking on the doors of every house along the market.
Zheng Xiu opened his clothes and looked at his chest. There were no holes.
The two feelings were so confused that it was difficult for Zheng Xiu to distinguish them for a while.
Zheng Xiu rolled up his sleeves, meticulously ground the ink strips on the jade inkstone, and added water to adjust the ink concentration. Zheng Xiu's movements were very slow, but it was obvious that he was very skilled. Although it took a lot of effort, the final ink was thick and light. It is suitable and has several layers of color on the elastic hair.
Different brushes have different textures, including leaf veins, landscapes, flowers, white birds, long snakes, and cloud patterns.
And there was a woman sitting in the middle, wearing a black outfit and exuding an undisguised Jianghu aura. From Zheng Xiu's point of view, only the woman's back could be seen. There was a whole roasted leg of lamb on the woman's table. A large plate of braised chicken weighed seven to eight kilograms in total. The woman with a slim back was immersed in eating, making a sizzling sound in the quiet first floor.
Chu Chengfeng did not continue to show off, walked to the handrail and waved to Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu shook his head and refused: "I don't like this."
Zheng Xiu was amazed.
"No rush, no rush, eat first and then talk after you finish! Hahaha!"
Second, through the understanding of "painter" by the painting ghost Gongsun Mo, we can further deepen the knowledge.
Chu Chengfeng never used a cup when drinking. He just flicked his fingers and cut off a piece of the seal of the wine jar. The cut was as smooth as a knife. Chu Chengfeng raised his head and poured the rice wine into his stomach, as if drinking water. land.
"They are looking for something, and look over there, look at that girl's waist."
After drinking the wine, Chu Chengfeng looked at the dumbfounded Zheng Xiu across from him and handed the wine jar forward: "Brother Gongsun, do you really want to drink?"
Chu Chengfeng is arrogant and has the capital to be arrogant.
As for how to explain the relationship between "Zheng Shan" and "Zheng Xiu" after they were recognized, it was not difficult for Mr. Zheng, who repeatedly jumped between several identities.
What a coincidence this is not the case!
It's a blessing in disguise!
There are private seats on the second floor of the teahouse.
The clothes on his chest were wet, and soon he smelled of alcohol all over his body. Chu Chengfeng didn't care about the details and drank most of the jar in one breath. He let out a long wine burp, wiped his long sleeves hard on his mouth, and drank the wine.
The altar hit the table hard: "Happy!"
"Strange?" Zheng Xiu looked down along Chu Chengfeng's finger.
"A bowl of porridge, a jar of rice wine, and some dishes to go with the wine. Hurry up. My brother has been vomiting all night and is now very hungry."
Not to mention the fact that there are people who are wearing big cloaks in a mysterious way, and the bulge on their backs obviously hides weapons, and they are walking around in a swaggering manner.
Zheng Xiu's stomach made a growling sound, and he was indeed hungry. He filled up a bowl of hot porridge and ate it with delicious cold dishes to go with wine.
After drinking a few bowls of porridge to warm his stomach, Zheng Xiu felt much better. Then he asked the question again.
Chu Chengfeng looked regretful: "What a pity!"
"When you look at the market, do you feel anything strange?"
"That's natural."
Chu Chengfeng smiled and took Gongsun Mo back to his seat, licking his lips towards the bottom of the building.
Chu Chengfeng first pointed at the muscular man with cheeks, his expression was a bit more playful, and he introduced Gongsun with a smile: "That man is quite famous in Shu, Cao Dongxue, who is good at using a pair of 'black steel eight-edged hammers'.
The "Eight Strikes of Wind and Fire" are infinitely powerful and have few rivals in Shu. The weapon list is currently ranked 62nd. However, it is not his hammering skills that make him famous in the world, but because three years ago, the sweet wife he was marrying,
But he ran away with someone on the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber. He chased him from the middle of Shu to the north for a full 1,800 miles. It took him a year to finally catch up with the adulterer and his wife, but unexpectedly he was beaten several times.
He was knocked down and became a laughing stock in the world, and for a while everyone knew about it."
When the idea of "familiarity" emerged like an intuition, Zheng Xiu tilted his head and thought to himself that it was strange.
Before he picked up the pen, the white paper in front of him was just paper. But when Zheng Xiu picked up the pen, he suddenly felt that the white paper in front of him was like a bottomless lake, unable to see into the secrets and unable to reveal his true heart. That kind of thing
The sense of incongruity that he was both Gongsun Moke and not Gongsun Mo made Zheng Xiu freeze in the distance with his pen in hand, unable to start.
How can a principle be broken at the drop of a hat?
Losing weight, experiencing vicissitudes of life, hallucinations, all false, accidental, unable to hold back, and other reasons can be said to be easily picked up by Zheng Xiu, no need to worry.
Zheng Xiu stepped forward as instructed.
Chu Chengfeng shook his head and smiled without answering. He took Zheng Xiu to the tea shop next to the inn.
Zheng Xiu wondered: "Beggars also have rules?"
He recalled that in his incarnation as Zheng Baimei, when he was on the verge of life and death, he released the "Sword Intent of Heaven and Earth Convergence", Zheng Xiu also left the body in the form of his original human soul.
Zheng Xiu's eyebrows jumped. The table was so dark that it was hard to tell at first glance. But when the waiter wiped it with a rag, a layer of dark red blood was clearly wiped off the rag.
If his own face was also used in "Gongsun Mo's Memory", it should not be difficult to recognize it. What I'm afraid of is what if it's not.
"Look at the noodle maker. He uses a short fine steel stick to make the dough. He also uses two sticks. Last month, the weapon list ranked 97th. This month, he fell out of the top 100." "Shuanghuayingun', the two double-flowered 'thugs' of the Yangtze Changle Gang, are famous for their double sticks. The Changle Gang, a ragtag group of people, dare to wade into this muddy water, hahaha!"
"Where are you this stinky beggar? Get out of here!"
"This man is really pitiful." Zheng Xiu observed a few seconds of silence for the poor man, and then asked, "Where is the other man?"
Chu Chengfeng's expression was even weirder: "The other person in the world is known as the 'Iron Fan Scholar', and he is also... the adulterer."
"You said that after three years, one is in the north and the other is in the middle of Shu, but today we are gathered in this small teahouse."
Chu Chengfeng put away his weird smile, patted Zheng Xiu on the shoulder, and said deeply: "Is it a coincidence, or...is it something else?"