Chapter 172 "It's finished." (2 in 1 large chapter)
Now Zheng Xiu only thinks that Xie Luohe has good hearing.
What the sound of all things.
Who can't brag?
But Zheng Xiu really admires him. He can hear the whispers between him and Chu Chengfeng from such a distance. Is this so easy to hear?
When Zheng Xiu wanted to knock on the side and ask further questions.
Xie Luohe was not interested and didn't want to mention it more.
She seems to be in a bad mood.
Some people always say that moody people are difficult to get along with.
But Zheng Xiu thinks Xie Luohe is easy to get along with.
It's just that I haven't had time to get his consent yet.
Zheng Xiu knew that Xiao Tao didn't understand appreciation.
Xie Luohe nodded, opened the door and walked into the wooden house.
"You really went hunting? No other place?"
Xiao Tao squeezed Zheng Xiu's shoulders, and the two chatted. Zheng Xiu told Xiao Tao a few short stories, and it was late at night.
Zheng Xiu later heard that Lao Jiao's son was doing well now. He set up a pancake stall in a small town, sold pancakes, and married a daughter-in-law who was now six months pregnant.
Lao Jiao: "?"
Because of the hunting harvest, the bandits were drunk again that night.
I don’t know when Zheng Xiu stopped climbing the rope ladder.
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and enjoyed Xiao Tao's service.
Xie Luohe laughed at Zheng Xiu for overestimating his own abilities and wanting to fight for the world for people named Chu, but when she asked Zheng Xiu to get out, she still threw out the two volumes of Four Seasons.
Zheng Xiu was stunned and cursed in his heart.
Lao Jiao hid the second half of his sentence, and inadvertently glanced at the dome, making a "raise the knife and drop it" gesture with his right hand, and his eyes turned cold.
To put it bluntly, it’s motivation.
The fighting in Baili Village gave Zheng Xiu a perseverance far beyond ordinary people.
A burst of rapid horse hoofbeats woke Zheng Xiu up.
Zheng Xiu unfolded the layers of black cloth and held the brush in his hand, which was heavy.
Xie Yunliu came back in a hurry with a crowd of people looking at him.
Just as the door of the cabin was about to close tightly, Zheng Xiu said something unexpectedly.
"Hehe, it's not like you don't know. Chu Chengfeng and I have a close relationship. I took it from his room."
Xie Luohe curled his lips and pointed at his ears.
The front is like painting, and the back is like a mallet. If you knock it down with a mallet, it can kill someone.
"Why don't you post a couplet or something next to the door? It will not only add joy, but also add some variety. Otherwise, your house will look exactly like the home in Fengbei in your previous life..."
In order to decipher the cannibal paintings, in the end, we may have to start with the "door path thaumaturgy". At the same time, we need to further delve into Gongsun Mo's memory, follow Gongsun Mo's footsteps, and understand why Gongsun Mo painted this terrible picture.
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Xie Yunliu's behavior when he came back made Zheng Xiu realize that something was wrong.
Hum hum.
Why are you hiding your ears and stealing the bell?
"No." Zheng Xiu smiled and shook his head.
He swung it around the room a few times. Although it was a little heavy for Zheng Xiu's current physique, it was very handy. No matter how light he was, he couldn't kill anyone.
From the sound, Zheng Xiu guessed that about two hundred people were out.
Everyone tacitly acknowledged this.
Zheng Xiu smiled and said: "It is said that this set of four seasons pictures hides a huge secret."
Fight with me?
Xie Luohe said calmly: "After some time, you and I will go on a long trip."
Deciphering the mystery of cannibal paintings may be Zheng Xiu's only hope at present.
Zheng Xiu smiled slightly and walked to the corner to blow out the oil lamp.
When I was drawing Xie Luohe's back the next day, before Zheng Xiu left, Xie Luohe, who usually ignored Zheng Xiu, suddenly asked him a question.
"Don't get me wrong, it's just a painting tool." Zheng Xiu spread his fair and delicate hands in front of Lao Jiao and said with a smile: "Look at my hands, how dare I have any small thoughts."
Xiao Tao carefully asked the young master if he needed anything else. Zheng Xiu felt that the other parts were not sour, so he refused and told Xiao Tao to rest early.
"A big secret?" Xiao Tao's eyes lit up, and she immediately covered her ears: "Can Xiao Tao hear this?"
grass.
But that's not what Zheng Xiu wants to know.
"Please?" Lao Jiao put down the knife for peeling his feet, his eyes narrowed, and he asked doubtfully: "Is this the boss's business?"
Although Xie Luohe didn't say when he would set off, Zheng Xiu felt a little uncomfortable for a moment when he thought about leaving Yunhe Village.
He said, pointing to the eight wild boars that the bandits had brought back.
What is it for?
Not a stranger.
Zheng Xiu frowned.
Xie Luohe left a faint sentence and entered the house.
After Zheng Xiu fooled him with a few words, he paid attention to Xie Yunliu's movements.
After two months of getting along, Zheng Xiu gradually grasped Xie Luohe's bottom line.
Perhaps this is the real key to unlocking cannibal paintings.
In addition to wild boars, they also transported two carts of grain.
Xiao Tao whispered: "But the eldest lady is not 'evil-faced'. She looks so beautiful. Xiao Tao is very envious."
It wasn't until night, when the room was dark and Xiao Tao thoughtfully lit the oil lamp for the young master while delivering the meal, that Zheng Xiu stretched and rubbed the center of his brow.
Zheng Xiu looked at these two volumes of pictures of the four seasons for a whole day without getting any clues, so he casually asked: "Xiao Tao, what do you think of these two paintings?"
While washing up under Xiao Tao's service, Zheng Xiu asked about the bandits' movements.
Zheng Xiu quickly found Xiao Buping, who had a leaky mouth.
Among those who went there were three newcomers, Chu Chengfeng, Wen Shishan, and Xiao Buping.
In front of Zheng Xiu, there seemed to be a "paper" that did not exist. Blood and ink were splashed on it, turning it into a bloody flower.
When Xie Yunliu usually talks about hunting, most of the time he goes out to rob.
When Zheng Xiu walked to the workshop, the coal stove in the workshop had already been turned off. A charcoal basin was placed in front of Lao Jiao. While he was lighting the fire, he used a knife to peel off the dead skin on his heels.
"Thanks……"
"Sir, did you draw this?"
"Me...with you?" The peace that had lasted for more than two months was suddenly broken. Zheng Xiu secretly thought that he was right to think that Xie Yunliu's reaction was weird. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly thought of a possibility: "You found the other two
What happened to the picture of the four seasons?”
Just don't mess with her.
Zheng Xiu walked down the mountain from the corridor happily, the smile on his face gradually becoming more and more unrestrained.
"Where did you go during the day?"
Just right.
At night.
When Lao Jiao was young, he was a gangster and lived a life of licking blood from the knife's edge. He became a good man before he was thirty, changed his name and moved to the south, married a wife and gave birth to a son. Later, when his son grew up, he
The fact that he was a bandit was leaked out somehow, and there was still an old reward for him in the government. A knife hunter came to the door, wanting to take Lao Jiao's head to claim the reward.
Lao Jiao could talk now. He smiled and put his hands on top of the charcoal basin. His black knuckles were covered with calluses.
"correct."
Anyway, he himself didn't see the secret. It's possible that the only national master who knew the secret was dead.
Xie Luohe acquiesced to this matter.
In the darkness, Zheng Xiu bit his finger and bright red blood came out. Zheng Xiu used the blood as ink and moved the stylus rapidly in front of him.
When Lao Jiao heard this, his eyes widened and he looked at the scholar. It took him a long time to hold back a single word from his mouth.
It's just a stylus.
Zheng Xiu could only vaguely guess the direction of rescuing Feng Bei, but could not figure out how to implement it.
Lao Jiao refused.
She was anxious.
I don’t know where they got them from, but each wild boar weighed two to three hundred kilograms, enough to feed the village for a while.
"Tell me, what do you want to pack?"
Zheng Xiu thought silently in his heart.
"What do you see in those two pictures of the four seasons?"
He can feel this.
"By the way, why are you asking these questions?"
Hearing this, Zheng Xiu was slightly startled. As soon as he said this, he suddenly remembered Xie Luohe's "Shunfeng Er" and quickly said: "There is nothing to be reluctant to part with. The boss has a bad face and a kind person. He is a very kind person and has a big structure. How can he be stingy?"
Besides, this is the calligraphy treasure left by my grandfather."
Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe. After being silent for half a minute, he couldn't help but ask: "I have been here for so long and you have never asked me. Aren't you curious about what the Imperial Master said to me before he died?
What?"
Zheng Xiu took a few steps closer and approached with a smile.
Xiaotao didn't hide anything, saying that there was a shortage of food in the village, so the second master went hunting with his men and horses.
No wonder Xie Luohe didn't ask. It turned out that Xie Luohe had already heard the whispers the Imperial Master whispered into his ear before he died.
He said that Xie Yunliu seemed particularly happy after he came back from town, and his joy was even more exaggerated than the last time he robbed a box of silver.
Zheng Xiu never goes too far.
"Xiao Tao thinks that the young master's painting is a hundred times better than the above."
"roll!"
When Zheng Xiu asked over and over again, Xiao Buping finally said something.
Zheng Xiu quickly put the two volumes of pictures of the four seasons into his arms and swallowed the last two words alive.
Xiao Tao squeezed it, paused with her little hands, frowned slightly, and said in confusion: "But Xiao Tao clearly remembered that this painting was the lady's treasure. She would always take it out secretly under the lamp at night to look at it. How could the lady be willing to put it away?"
Should I give this painting to you, Master?"
When Lao Jiao looked at the scholar's hand, his doubts disappeared.
"Strange! Of course it's strange! The good-looking bandits didn't go to rob, but Xie Yunliu wanted to go to the town to exchange for wild boar meat. Damn it, if I, Xiao Buping, hadn't changed my profession, I almost thought we were a group of people who specialized in hunting in the mountains.
Serious people."
Zheng Xiu twitched the corner of his mouth and instantly understood what Xie Luohe meant.
Zheng Xiu suddenly spoke, and Lao Jiao was so frightened that his hands shook and he almost cut off a piece of his heel. When he saw clearly that the person coming was Zheng Xiu, he immediately lost his temper.
After closing the door tightly, Zheng Xiu secretly lit a lamp in the corner and took out the stylus.
Hanging a bunch of bells makes it look different from Fengbei's home, right?
"Don't think about it, I won't turn on the furnace until winter."
He always felt that Xie Yunliu seemed to know something.
Xieluohe is silent.
"I want to make a brush and use my hair." Zheng Xiu handed a bunch of hair that had been cut in advance to Lao Jiao and described the length, weight, and shape of the brush to Lao Jiao in detail.
Because Zheng Xiu asked at that time: "Are your eyes dry?"
Everyone knows that there are two people in the entire village who cannot be beaten or scolded.
jingle.
Zheng Xiu once heard him bragging about his heroic story at a banquet, "carrying a knife and killing from the street to the end of the street without blinking an eye." He struck up a conversation with Lao Jiao and left a message for the sixty-year-old veteran.
deep impression.
Lao Jiao left so quickly that he didn't even give Zheng Xiu a chance to say thank you.
"Where did it come from?"
By the way, Wen Shishan's identity as a woman disguised as a man has long been exposed, but the bandits seemed to have heard about the grievances between Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan. Xie Yunliu even deliberately arranged the rooms of Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan next to each other, and there was a broken wall between them. The hole is so big that a person can crawl through it.
"Huh?"
Ding!
"roll."
"hunt?"
Even though his experience in the ghost world will return to the starting point through "looping", "restarting" and "loading files", the experience accumulated in the loops will remain and become Zheng Xiu's experience value.
Faced with this situation, he did not panic at all.
The stylus is ten inches long and two fingers thick, and the hair on the end is made of Zheng Xiu's hair.
A long arrow shot through the door panel, passed through Zheng Xiu's armpit, and disappeared.
The bandit knives and armor pieces in Yunhe Village were all made by him.
When Zheng Xiu used the "Prisoner" method several times to mentally travel back and forth between the two worlds, knowing that time in the cannibal paintings almost stopped and was completely different from the passage of time in the outside world, Zheng Xiu practiced his skills in the cannibal paintings with peace of mind.
"Scholar, what are you doing here?"
A veritable ear to the wind.
It's certainly strange that a good-natured bandit would trade meat for food instead of robbing.
"Honesty is the most important thing in people."
Forget it, it's time to move.
"By the way, uncle, you see we are so familiar with each other."
"Lao Jiao!"
When Xieluohe entered the house, a breeze stirred up, and crisp music sounded. Only then did Zheng Xiu notice that a string of wind chimes had been hung on the door frame of Xieluohe's wooden house at some point.
Although this meager improvement was only "a little bit" day and night, Zheng Xiu could clearly feel that he was steadily moving forward step by step in the path of [Painter].
The experience of life-and-death sparring with the Treasure King in Baili Village made Zheng Xiu deeply realize that he was not without benefits from this kind of cycle and reincarnation.
At first Zheng Xiu thought that it would take ten days and a half to complete the "painting tools". Unexpectedly, it only took five days. Late one night, Lao Jiao knocked on the door gently. When Zheng Xiu opened the door, Lao Jiao said nothing. He stuffed a "painting tool" wrapped in black cloth into Zheng Xiu's arms, turned around and left.
Xiao Buping stared at the scholar in confusion.
"No, why don't you listen first?" Zheng Xiu secretly stuffed a bottle of wine into Lao Jiao's arms.
Zheng Xiu returned to his room, closed the door tightly, opened the two scrolls and considered them carefully.
Zheng Xiu felt that his understanding and attainment of "painting" were constantly improving as his daily tasks progressed.
Zheng Xiu shook his head: "No."
Before Zheng Xiu made any request, Lao Jiao guessed what Zheng Xiu wanted to do.
When he comes back on weekdays, even if it is snowing, he will take off his shirt, or fight with Chu Chengfeng until midnight and get drunk together. When Chu Chengfeng is not interested, he will do it by himself for an hour, and he will have no energy left in his body. He looked like he was venting his anger. But as soon as he came back today, Xie Yunliu climbed up to the dome happily, as if he had something important to talk to his sister.
He had been working as a stylus for Yunhe Village for half his life. When Zheng Xiu said this, he could not see that the stylus that Zheng Xiu wanted to hit was clearly a handy weapon.
Zheng Xiu took advantage of Xie Yunliu's team to patrol the mountain and came to the workshop.
"I just want to ask if you have any materials hidden here that are specially designed to make magic weapons, such as meteorite iron, thousand-year-old cold iron, ten thousand-year-old seabed gold, volcanic infusible steel, etc. Give me a good mix. It’s heavy!”
Seeing that the young master seemed to have some back pain, Xiao Tao took the initiative to get close to Zheng Xiu and silently kneaded Zheng Xiu's shoulders with a pair of skillful hands.
The little girl left angrily.
Zheng Xiu shook his head and said honestly: "I can't tell."
After winter came, Yunhe Village had been without work for half a month. Xie Yunliu went out this time, and he didn't know if he had received any news or whose caravan was going to be in trouble.
gradually.
Xiao Buping curled his lips: "It's hunting."
A scholar and a peach.
Zheng Xiu wished he could slap himself in the mouth, because he suddenly didn't pay attention to using the wrong word. He shouldn't suppress it first and then raise it. To deal with such a soft-spoken person, he should raise it to the end.
The technique is spot on.
Xiao Buping thought for a while and shook his head: "That's not true. In fact, we shot ten wild boars in total. Then Xie Yunliu personally brought a group of cronies to a nearby town to exchange for food."
Lao Jiao didn't pay attention at first, but as he listened, Lao Jiao thought about the strange smell, and his breath shortened: "You want to fight..."
Because she is angry much more often than she is happy.
She said this purely for her own sake, so she smiled and said nothing more.
When Lao Jiao looked at the seal of the wine jar, his eyes lit up. Zheng Xiu's eyes dazzled, and the pot of wine was held in Lao Jiao's arms.
After blinking.
The next day.
Zheng Xiu cupped his hands towards Lao Jiao Gong and smiled warmly: "Uncle, I want to ask you to do something."
Since Zheng Xiu learned about Xie Luohe's Shunfeng ears, he became more cautious in speaking and did not dare to say anything.
Seeing Zheng Xiu's deflated expression, Xie Luohe turned around and walked towards the wooden house, feeling a faint sense of joy in his heart for some unknown reason.
Xiaotao pursed her lips: "But Xiaotao didn't lie. The master's painting is a thousand times better than this painting."
The leading master of the workshop is a senior blacksmith, others call him Lao Jiao, who is in his sixties.
Later, Lao Jiao chopped up three knife-catchers on the spot and escaped with a broken leg. He actually relied on his blacksmithing skills to make an iron leg for himself, and then dragged the heavy iron leg around to escape.
, after many twists and turns, arrived at Yunhe Village and took charge of the workshop of Yunhe Village.
"In exchange for food? Isn't there anything strange about it?"
Xiao Tao asked the young master why he was so interested in these two paintings.
"The property returns to its original owner."
"It doesn't matter."
A few days later.
"No, I mean, when Xie Yunliu went to town, did you find anything weirder?"
The flower bones seemed to be alive, growing, blooming, and withering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Finally, the lotus flower, which exuded a faint blood light, bloomed with a lifetime of brilliance in a few breaths, turning into little bits of blood light and dispersing in the darkness.
The bloody light reflected Zheng Xiu's bright smile.