Chapter 167 The battle between strange things (2 in 1)
"So, are you Gongsun Mo, Zheng Shan, or... Zheng Xiu?"
When Xie Luohe said these words in a calm tone.
Zheng Xiu suddenly felt a chill on his back and woke up from his state of concentration.
Thick ink dripped on the face of the woman, completely darkening the face of the woman in the painting. The thick ink was slowly spreading to the surroundings. Zheng Xiu's eyelids jumped. He always felt that the portrait in the painting was shocking to him, but Zheng Xiu couldn't explain why.
, it’s obviously just a painting.
why.
"Redraw."
Xie Luohe looked at Zheng Xiu with a smile, his tone was soft, but there was no doubt about his perseverance.
Zheng Xiu silently prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone again.
He raised his pen again and looked at the spotless white paper, unable to write for a long time.
Xie Luohe did not urge him, but looked at Zheng Xiu quietly on the stone through the green flowers, with a calm expression and an occasional smile on his lips.
Zheng Xiu seemed calm at the moment, but he was caught in a weird "game".
Xie Luohe's words seemed to be talking about a dream she had had since childhood, but at the same time, Zheng Xiu understood something completely in an instant, like an enlightenment.
Gongsun Mo's "cannibal paintings" are not as simple as he initially imagined!
This place is not the kind of ghosts he has experienced in the past!
Absolutely unusual!
No wonder there was no news about Feng Bei after he was swallowed by the cannibal painting, but [Inn] could still send his avatar here normally.
No wonder Zheng Xiu entered here as the "incarnation of Zheng Shan" but appeared in his true form.
"This is not simply explained in terms of 'Gongsun Mo's memory world', but...cognition!" Big drops of cold sweat broke out from Zheng Xiu's forehead, and soon even his back was soaked.
The damp and sticky clothes clung to his body, and a gust of cold wind blew, making Zheng Xiu's thin body tremble all over.
Pictures flashed before Zheng Xiu's eyes like a slideshow.
For a moment it was Zheng Xiu’s memory.
For a moment it was Gongsun Mo’s memory.
The memories of the two were like pieces of broken mirrors, quickly split, distorted, reorganized, and disillusioned in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes.
Zheng Xiu understood.
The woman in front of me is Feng Bei.
He is Zheng Xiu.
Just like in real history, Gongsun Mo cannot look exactly like Zheng Xiu, and Xie Luohe's appearance cannot be the same as Feng Bei.
He is Zheng Xiu, she is Feng Bei, it's as simple as that.
But at the same time, Zheng Xiu also realized that he was wrong.
Big mistake.
He should not focus solely on "memory", but on "cognition"!
In Feng Bei's mind, she is Xie Luohe!
Even though she had Feng Bei's memory and everything about Feng Bei, in her perception, it was all a dream, a false dream.
Feng Bei's "knowledge" has been tampered with.
Fengbei's existence itself was swallowed up by the "Xieluo River" and became the "Xieluo River"!
It's not because of memory, but because of "cognition".
"It's useless to only have Feng Bei's memory."
"I see, this is a real cannibal painting."
"Just like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, when he woke up he couldn't tell whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of the butterfly or the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou."
"Everything is messed up and wrong."
"Confused time and space, confused cognition."
"It's me who underestimated this place and thought it was just a ghost place!"
It was precisely because when Zheng Xiu said those words in Xie Luohe that Zheng Xiu suddenly woke up and became extremely frightened when he thought about it carefully.
This place is like a quagmire, confusing everyone who falls into the world in the painting and becoming a completely different person.
A real...cannibal painting!
In cannibal paintings, what is eaten is not the human body, but the human heart!
Recalling everything he had experienced as "Gongsun Mo", Zheng Xiu recalled the sudden headache he had when facing the former imperial master.
Zheng Xiu touched his forehead. On his originally flat skull, an inconspicuous little pimple quietly bulged between his eyebrows.
"It turns out that this is not a simple battle between humans and ghosts, but a battle between strangers and strangers, or even a battle between weird things and weird things."
In Gongsun Mo's scroll, [Prisoner], [Executioner], [Painter], and [Ascetic], four strange things gather together, which is a rare and lively scene.
A table of mahjong, live together.
Zheng Xiu even suspected that if he was not the [prisoner], it is very likely that the moment he was swallowed into the cannibal painting, he would lose himself like Feng Bei now, and regard everything in the past as a big empty dream.
Not clear.
call…
Zheng Xiu often exhaled a breath of turbid air, and in an instant, Zheng Xiu's eyes returned to calmness.
He lowered his hand that had been raised for a long time and meticulously sketched a woman in black clothes and long hair on the white paper again.
"wrong."
Xie Luohe flicked his finger, and a stone the size of a fingernail hit Zheng Xiu's chest like lightning.
Click!
Zheng Xiu clearly heard the sound of his ribs cracking. In severe pain, Zheng Xiu's chest felt tight and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the drawing paper red.
"Redraw."
Xie Luohe turned a blind eye to Zheng Xiu's vomiting of blood and ordered indifferently.
"good."
Zheng Xiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and painted again.
Zheng Xiu drew the same portrait on the drawing paper again and again. Every time when he was about to put the finishing touch, Xie Luohe used the same posture and the same force to pop out a stone and hit Zheng Xiu in the same place on the chest.
As he spit out mouthfuls of blood, Zheng Xiu's face became paler and paler. Around him, discarded papers stained by blood and ink were spread messily on the ground.
"Wrong, redraw."
"good."
"Wrong, redraw."
"good."
"Wrong, redraw."
"good."
Above the dome of Yunhe Village, under the white clouds, the conversation between Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu only consisted of this simple back and forth.
If you ask me to draw, I will draw.
If you think you made a mistake, just redraw it.
Zheng Xiu was very clear about the scene in front of him, which had long been separated from Gongsun Mo's memory, because based on his understanding of Gongsun Mo, ancestral precepts were as important as Mount Tai, and he would never be able to violate the ancestral precepts and succumb to Xie Luohe's female power to paint Xie Luo He's portrait.
.
Back then, Xieluohe might have fallen inexplicably because of Gongsun Mo's stupid stubbornness. Who knows. But now, the development of the story is getting more and more in the direction that Zheng Xiu expected.
Zheng Xiu vaguely guessed the key to deciphering the cannibal paintings.
"Stop drawing."
At some point, Xie Luohe stepped down from the stone and stood in front of the scholar who was painting with blood.
It was almost dusk, with the Xieluo River facing away from the setting sun, and the golden glow gathered around the Xieluo River, making her figure a bit more dreamy and unreal.
Before he knew it, Zheng Xiu had been painting all day.
Just as he was about to answer, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Although Xie Luohe was merciful, he was really powerless at this moment. Wherever he could withstand Xie Luohe's beating, he was already covered in cuts and bruises.
There was a shaking, and Zheng Xiu's eyes turned black. He pressed his palm on the ink that had not yet dried. Blood mixed with ink and overflowed from Zheng Xiu's fingers. The red and black colors looked particularly dazzling on the white paper.
Faced with the scholar's miserable state, Xie Luohe stretched out his hand to snatch the brush from Zheng Xiu's hand and inserted it with his backhand.
The painting was nailed straight into the stone wall.
Zheng Xiu shook his head and smiled, thinking that Xie Luohe was having a bad temper. He said nothing and reached out to pull the paintbrush out of the rock.
Pull up.
Pull up…
Didn't move.
Depressed, Zheng Xiu changed one and was about to start painting again, when Xie Luohe did the same thing again.
Another brush tip was inserted next to the previous brush, and its shiny black hair trembled slightly in the wind.
Zheng Xiu said angrily: "What are you doing? Didn't you ask me to draw it?"
Xie Luohe: "You drew it wrong. Since you can't draw it, don't draw it."
"If you make a mistake, you make a mistake. It's just a matter of redrawing."
"Would you rather die than paint?"
"Don't worry, I can still paint all day long."
"Haha, I will kill you to dirty my hands."
"Yeah?"
Zheng Xiu looked into Xie Luohe's eyes, and Xie Luohe said nothing.
The two just looked at each other quietly.
Face to face,
Zheng Xiu suddenly laughed.
Xie Luohe frowned: "Why are you laughing?"
"I just find it funny. It turns out that I have been pretending to be Zheng Shan in front of Feng Bei for so long. She has actually suspected that I am Zheng Xiu for a long time, but there is no evidence. No, it's over..." Zheng Xiu slapped his head and said in annoyance: "I guess
Zheng E was also exposed."
After saying that, Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe with a smile: "You said that, right?"
The Silo River is silent.
Zheng Xiu added: "No wonder you brought me to Yunhe Village. It turned out to be because I called 'Fengbei' in the tea shop."
There was an imperceptible fluctuation in the silent Xie Luohe's left eye, and there was a bit of contempt in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "Do you really think that I am not willing to kill you?"
Zheng Xiu shook his head with a smile and did not answer. He still maintained his posture sitting at the table, raising his head and looking at Feng Bei.
"What I'm more curious about is, since you have all the memories of 'Fengbei', why do you think you are 'Xie Luohe'."
Xie Luohe: "It's just that you can solve the mystery in the womb and know the past and present lives. It's boring. But you, being bound by the 'past life', live like an unworthy actor."
"Past and present life? The mystery of the womb?" Zheng Xiu was a little surprised, but then suddenly realized: "So that's it."
It seems that it is a bit difficult to change Fengbei's perception again.
"That was a dream."
A confident smile reappeared on Xie Luohe's beautiful face.
Zheng Xiu smiled and said nothing.
Xie Luohe smiled even more: "You don't believe it?"
"I don't believe it." Zheng Xiu said, coughed twice, and coughed up a mouthful of blood again. But he opened the clothes on his chest, first put two fingers together, pointed on his left shoulder, and then slowly moved his two fingers down to the right.
The scratch was diagonally across a piece of shockingly swollen and purple skin, all the way to the upper right abdomen.
After Zheng Xiu slowly finished the "cut open my chest" gesture, he smiled and said, "Unless you kill me."
"Boring." Xie Luohe turned around and walked towards the cabin with his hands behind his back, expressionless.
"You're in a hurry."
Xieluohe's steps suddenly stopped.
She was anxious.
Zheng Xiu became more confident when he saw Xie Luohe stopped.
"Just think of it as the mystery of your unborn child. But I'm pretty sure you won't kill me."
"You think this is a dispute between the past and the present, but you don't admit it. But I have no enmity with you. If you kill me, it will be equivalent to you acknowledging this dispute."
"Kill me and you lose."
Xie Luohe clenched his fists.
Zheng Xiu continued: "Even if it weren't, you wouldn't kill me, because in your eyes, I am the only one in the world who knows the secret of Duke Nie's treasure house. Obviously, you care about this secret."
"Yes." Xie Luohe turned around, nodded and said calmly.
She didn't agree with the first half of Zheng Xiu's sentence. But the second half of Zheng Xiu's sentence seemed to give Xie Luohe a step up. She walked down the stairs and threw the three volumes of ancient paintings in front of Xiu Xiu.
Zheng Xiu unfolded the scroll and took a look and realized why there were three volumes.
As the name suggests, the Four Seasons Paintings painted by Gongsun Huisheng are divided into four volumes: spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Among them, "Late Maple and Autumn Intentions" was torn in half during the competition between the two owners of Lihua Villa and Plum Blossom Villa. These are two of the volumes.
Zheng Xiu opened the third volume and was immediately shocked.
The scroll depicts a clear pond with lotus flowers in full bloom, and a winding locust tree planted beside it. The strings of locust flowers on the locust tree are like stars, reflecting the green lotus leaves.
And on the locust tree, there is a dark stain lying on it, as if it was accidentally stained. But if you look closely, you can see that the stain was dotted with the technique of "swinging ink", and then the intensity of the ink was adjusted with the tip of the pen.
Three or two fine hairs outline the delicate texture of the insect wings, turning it into a vivid summer cicada.
"Green Lotus Midsummer Picture!"
Zheng Xiu blurted out the name of this ancient painting.
"Then tell me where Duke Nie's treasure house is, and I will let you leave Yunhe Village. From now on, I will have nothing to do with you."
That's even more unspeakable.
Zheng Xiu was thinking in his heart, but his eyes were looking straight at the complete autumn picture and the intact midsummer picture. Perhaps because the soul of the painter was burning, although he decided not to tell Xieluohe the location of Nie Gong's treasure house, but this was not the case.
Stop him from seeing it so he won't get pregnant.
But looking left and right, Zheng Xiu could only see that his grandfather's painting skills were extremely exquisite, but he could not discern any clues.
He weighed the two scrolls and wondered if the secrets of the paintings could be solved in other ways. For example, throwing them into a stove and burning them, breaking them and then standing them up again, and then burning out something.
At this moment, Xie Luohe didn't know that the thief in front of him was having the bold idea of burning the painting. He watched Zheng Xiu playing with the scroll without saying a word until the sun set and night fell. Xie Luohe's eyes could not hide the disappointment: "It seems that you don't want to say it.
"
Zheng Xiu gasped for air and smiled slightly: "Is it possible that this secret can only be revealed after collecting four scrolls?"
Xie Luohe shook his head and walked towards Zheng Xiu step by step. As he walked, he said, "Do you really think that I, Xie Luohe, am so easy to deceive? You clearly can't see the secret of the Four Seasons Picture. Don't be too self-righteous. Even without you, even without the Four Seasons Picture, I, Xie Luohe,
Even if we dig all over the world, we will dig out the treasure house of Duke Nie."
Black lines emerged one after another, and Xie Luohe's long black hair automatically danced behind her without any wind. She slowly stretched out her hand towards Zheng Xiu's stunned face, approaching little by little, with a cruel smile on her lips,
The Xieluo River at this moment looks like a female devil walking out of the darkness.
"Since you know Feng Bei, you should know what will happen to you if my hand touches you."
Zheng Xiu was not afraid and asked: "Since you know the unknown, you should know that it will have no effect on me."
"Really?" Xie Luohe's hand came closer, very close to Zheng Xiu's face. "Zheng Shan is Zheng Shan, and you are you, Gongsun Mo."
"Snapped."
Xie Luohe's white hands gently patted Zheng Xiu's face, and then burst into hearty laughter, and the ugly black lines on his face faded away. She laughed while patting Zheng Xiu's face, looking at the shocked expression on his face because of his moodiness.
In front of Zheng Xiu, Xie Luohe lifted up his long hair covering his right eye and suddenly approached.
Her eyes missed Zheng Xiu's by just a hair's breadth, and the two glaring eyes were almost touching.
The warm breath from Xie Luohetan's mouth gently breathed on Zheng Xiu's face.
The atmosphere seemed charming, but when Zheng Xiu saw Xie Luohe's right eye clearly, his whole body was shocked.
There is no word "Ding Wei" in Xie Luohe's right eye. In other words, there is no mark exclusive to a foreigner in her right eye.
"I'm not that person, you admitted your mistake."
Xie Luohe turned around and left again, walking very fast. The afterimage moved and disappeared from Zheng Xiu's eyes in the blink of an eye, entering the small wooden house where he lived alone.
On the dome, in the dark night, only Zheng Xiu was left.
Snapped!
Zheng Xiu suddenly slapped his hand on the table and shouted towards the wooden house where Xie Luohe lived alone.
"I don't change my name when I work, I don't change my surname when I sit down. The Zheng of Zheng Haoran is the cultivation of one's moral character! Zheng Shan is me, and Zheng Evil is me too! Only it's not Gongsun Mo!"
There was dead silence in the room, and there was no response.
"Xie Luohe, do you dare to bet with me once!"
The oil lamp was lit inside the house, and it was faintly swaying.
"I, Zheng Xiu, want to make you Xie Luohe, willingly admit that you are Fengbei, and transform back into Fengbei again!"
"The time limit is before you can find all four pictures of spring, summer, autumn and winter!"
"As long as you refuse to admit it, you will win! If you win, I will tell you the secret of the Four Seasons Map and the location of Mr. Nie's treasure house!"
A cold voice came from the room.
"What if you lose?"
A large amount of blood spilled from the corner of Zheng Xiu's mouth, and he grinned. The red teeth and white teeth were particularly bright, and his smile was bright.
"There is no Zheng Xiu in the world, only Gongsun Mo!"
Boom!
As soon as Zheng Xiu finished speaking, the clear sky and blue night suddenly turned white, and a thunder flashed across the night sky.
thump.
Zheng Xiu bumped his head on the table, exhausted, bleeding excessively, and fainted.