Chapter 170 Another glimpse into the new painter's 5000-word chapter
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."
Xiaotao was a few steps away, and Xie Luohe didn't mention much, but the last sentence seemed to say, you have painted, it's useless, I will not be shaken by this, and you will not win that victory because of this.
A strange bet that makes no sense.
She didn't ask Zheng Xiu to redraw it. In fact, although Zheng Xiu was playing around with it, he did draw the Xieluo River, and it was correct.
Xie Luohe knew that she was different from Fengbei. Even though she had the same appearance and even though she had Fengbei's dream, she could tell clearly that Fengbei was Fengbei and she was her.
Dreams will not become true, and truth will not become dreams.
Zheng Xiu slowly packed up his painting tools and picked up the bamboo basket on his back. Xie Luohe did not see a hint of disappointment hidden in Zheng Xiu's calm eyes.
"At this time tomorrow morning, I will be waiting on time at the top of the mountain, one day at a time, until you lose."
Zheng Xiu endured the pain and climbed down from the rope ladder.
Xiaotao took the corridor.
Before leaving, Xiao Tao said: "Miss, Xiao Tao will send the young master back to his room."
Until the two left, the Xieluo River was messy in the wind.
etc.
What do you mean, stinky scholar?
Are you coming tomorrow?
"Who do you think I am, Xie Luohe, and who do you think Yunhe Village is? You can come when you want, go up when you want, and don't leave if you don't want to leave?"
Xie Luohe shook the long arrow in his hand, and with an explosion sound, it shot into the sky.
Zheng Xiu left the "Image of Xie Luohe's back" on the table. Xie Luohe looked at the painting, his eyes twitched, and he raised his white palm, ready to smash the painting and the table together.
His hands rose and fell, and when they fell into the air, Xie Luohe paused.
After a moment of silence, Xie Luohe stepped forward, put away the scroll, and looked at it carefully in his hands.
downstairs.
"You are alive?"
Xie Yunliu was actually watching, watching Zheng Xiu walk down the top of the mountain unharmed, dumbfounded.
Zheng Xiu wondered: "You still expect me to die?"
Xie Yunliu chuckled: "I wanted to collect the body for you."
Zheng Xiu: "..."
Looking down, while Zheng Xiu was painting the Xieluo River, the turbulent bandits below had dispersed and went back to their homes.
"Which of you won?"
Zheng Xiu casually asked about the results of their discussion.
"Hey, do you think I, Xie Yunliu, will lose?"
"Chu Chengfeng, can't beat you?" Zheng Xiu said in surprise.
Xie Yunliu smiled proudly and grabbed his thick hair vigorously.
Zheng Xiu looked at the thick hair on Xie Yunliu's head, thoughtfully.
Zheng Xiu dragged his heavy body and carried the bamboo basket, preparing to enter the prison again.
This time while painting for Xie Luohe, Zheng Xiu did not successfully see the door. Although he was a little disappointed, this was what Zheng Xiu had expected. If he could casually see the door, there would not be so few strange people in the world.
Zheng Xiu discovered that in this world where martial arts are prevalent, there is no "thaumaturgy".
Although Zheng Xiu doesn't understand why, he has experienced so much and has long had doubts in his heart. Why did the martial arts disappear two hundred years ago? Why did the world line shift after he rescued Feng Bei two hundred years later? "Ye Weiyang" was born.
After seeing "The Magician", Zheng Xiu had a vague feeling that some of his doubts would be answered in the world of the painting, following Gongsun Mo's footsteps.
The existence of this cannibal painting is a kind of evidence.
Two hundred years ago, "strangers" and "thaumaturgy" existed, but there was no evidence of leaving any more traces.
"Only paint the Xieluo River, the same time, the same place, the same picture every day. These are the rules."
"The stricter the rules are, the more opportunities there are to see the door."
"With Gongsun Mo's muscle memory and Zheng Shan's experience of getting a glimpse of the 'painter' path, this is not difficult. It's just a matter of time."
"As long as the Shelo River doesn't go crazy."
"But now it seems that Xie Luohe said it doesn't matter, but in fact, she also has the memory of Feng Bei."
"It's like having another person living in your head, it's very uncomfortable."
Xie Luohe is clearly borrowing Zheng Xiu to kill "Feng Bei" like a demon inside his heart, but Zheng Xiu is trying every means to let "Feng Bei" gain the upper hand again. He and Xie Luo He are destined to be on opposite sides.
In a normal world, he would undoubtedly be cruel to Xie Luohe. Zheng Xiu could only keep telling himself that everything in front of him was fake and did not exist. It was all drawn by Gongsun Mo. Everything was false.
After a period of comfort, Zheng Xiu continued to think of ways to conquer Xieluohe and eliminate Xieluohe's personality with a clear conscience.
As soon as Zheng Xiu entered the cage to rest, he unexpectedly found that the other three cages were empty.
Feeling a little puzzled, Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and rested in his comfort zone.
The airtight prison environment made Zheng Xiu feel at ease.
It wasn't until dusk that Xie Yunliu arrived.
He brought news that Xieluohe no longer had to squat in a cage.
Although Zheng Xiu was helpless, he did not dare to openly disobey Xie Luohe at this time, so he could only accept it.
"By the way, where are they?"
Zheng Xiu asked Chu Chengfeng where the others had gone.
Xie Yunliu's answer made Zheng Xiu widen his eyes: "What did you say? The three of them, Chu Chengfeng, abandoned the bright and the dark and became bandits?"
The three of them, Chu Chengfeng, were riding out on horseback under the leadership of other "seniors" to familiarize themselves with the business scope of Yunhe Village.
Outrageous.
"Bah! What nonsense are these good scholars talking about? They are turning from darkness to light!"
Xie Yunliu viciously released Zheng Xiu, telling him to keep his mouth clean and not look down on the promising profession of banditry.
Xie Yunliu cursed and took Zheng Xiu back to the room. This time Xie Yunliu went up to talk to his sister about something unknown. He no longer held Zheng Xiu as a prisoner and even locked the door.
"By the way, Brother Xie, there is something I want to ask you."
Before leaving, Zheng Xiu mysteriously grabbed Xie Yunliu and whispered in his ear.
"Do you have a medicine that can make people sleep until dawn without waking up from thunder?"
"Bastard!" Xie Yunliu was furious when he heard this: "Why do you, a scholar, want to wear sweat medicine?"
"Hush! Hush! Hush! Keep your voice down!" Zheng Xiu quickly covered Xie Yunliu's big mouth: "I'm of great use."
"You?" Xie Yunliu glared at Zheng Xiu with a fierce look in his eyes. Zheng Xiu quickly explained that he promised that he would never use it on Xie Luohe. How dare he.
When Xie Yunliu heard this, he was suddenly enlightened. He had a smile on his face that all men knew, and patted the scholar's thin shoulder: "I understand! I understand! I can't see it, scholar, so you like this way! Okay! I, Xie Yunliu, have always been loyal.
, now that you have spoken, I am willing to become an adult!"
There were only two women in the whole village, Xiaotao and Xie Luohe. Xie Yunliu didn't dare to give the scholar ten thousand courages to inject Mongolian sweat medicine on Xie Luohe, so the answer was ready to come out.
It seems that scholars are still good at playing, don't like to throw themselves into someone's arms, and like to use force.
"This time, I, Lao Xie, am impressed by you!"
Before leaving, Xie Yunliu promised to get it within three days and gave Zheng Xiu a thumbs up to show his respect.
Next, Zheng Xiu followed his cruel words and took the initiative to climb to the top of the mountain every day without waiting for Xie Luo He to greet him, and sat there, waiting for Xie Luo He to wake up.
Some rumors gradually spread in Yunhe Village. They guessed that the scholar had fallen in love with the big boss, but naturally they didn't dare to say it nonsense, so they kept it secretly in their hearts. But many people didn't think highly of the scholar. If it were a woman,
If it is a tiger, then the master is the most ferocious tigress in the world, the kind that kills anyone who touches it. They just laugh at this stupid scholar who does not know life and death and uses the stupid methods of a scholar to please the master.
Xiao Tao still wanted to come to bed every night, but after learning about Xiao Tao's age, Zheng Xiu declined and stayed alone in the empty room.
After Chu Chengfeng and the three of them joined Yunhe Village as bandits, they were sent to the sentry post. People were watching them all day long, fearing that the three of them might pretend to surrender but actually wanted to run away. Zheng Xiu did not find a chance to ask Chu Chengfeng why he became a bandit.
Days passed day by day, and Zheng Xiu followed the rules every day.
What he draws for Xieluohe every day is still the back.
He has never painted Xie Luohe's front face, but Xie Luohe seems to have been stubborn with the scholar since the first day. You can draw if you like, and I am too lazy to pay attention to you. After the scholar leaves, Xie Luohe always silently leaves the scholar behind.
Put away the calligraphy on it and put it in the box.
She gradually got used to having someone paint for her on time every day.
Day 46.
The cold is approaching and winter is approaching.
Zheng Xiu climbed up to the top of the mountain early in the morning. The green flowers had long since withered. He happened to see the Xieluo River facing the withered flower field, and his back was a bit lonely. She didn't even look at Zheng Xiu, who silently sat in his old position.
Get the painting tools and carefully draw the back of Xieluohe at this moment.
This time Zheng Xiu painted more carefully and attentively than before. He no longer thought about how to miss the mark, nor did he paint Xie Luohe on the surface and Fengbei in his heart.
Plop.
The moment he put down the brush, Zheng Xiu's vision went dark and his consciousness sank into the abyss.
Day 60.
There is fine snow falling outside the mountain, and the whole mountain is covered with silver makeup.
Chu Chengfeng and the other three finally got recognition and were promoted from trainee bandits to full-time employees.
Chu Chengfeng and Zheng Xiu exchanged glances, but after the exchange, neither one could understand the other's glances, and they felt lonely.
Xie Yunliu held a grand banquet for Chu Chengfeng and the others to officially join the gang, including fine wine and pork.
Zheng Xiu, as the only cultural person on the scene, immediately recited a song, "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."
Xie Yunliu suddenly became so arrogant and drunk that Zheng Xiu took the opportunity to secretly drink all the expired Mongolian sweat medicine that had been hidden for two months into Xie Yunliu's wine jar.
The next day.
The bandits who were stumbling around woke up in a daze and opened their eyes with a roar.
I saw Xie Yunliu jumping up and down in the village, roaring as he did so.
"What idiot shaved all my hair and chest hair! Get the hell out of here, or I'll kill you and you won't be named Xie!!!"
After hearing the sound, all the bandits in the village came to watch the fun.
When they saw Xie Yunliu with his big, bald head and delicate features, which was completely gone from the fierceness of the past, after a brief silence, deafening laughter erupted in Yunhe Village.