After the three of them laughed, they didn't have time to taste the joy of seeing the sun again.
Almost at the same time, the expressions of Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and Monk all changed at the same time.
The monk's eyes, nostrils, and ears overflowed with blood at the same time. He covered his head in pain, as if it had been torn apart.
Although Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were not "bleeding from seven holes" like the monks, their severe headaches still made them unbearable and their eardrums buzzed with pain.
Zheng Xiu took the opportunity to hug Feng Bei.
Feng Bei shed two lines of clear tears.
A big dream, turned into nothing in a blink of an eye.
Although the hundreds of years they have experienced in the world in the painting may seem illusory, for the three of them, they are actually "memories" that have accumulated for more than a hundred years.
Fragments of memories that lasted for hundreds of years washed through their minds like a flood in an instant, as if they were trying to squeeze out their brains. This kind of pain is difficult to describe in words unless you have personally experienced it.
I do not know how long it has been.
When Feng Bei woke up, he found that he had rolled into Zheng Xiu's arms.
Zheng Xiu looked at him with a smile. At this moment, Zheng Xiu's body shape was clearly still that of "Zheng Shan." But in the world of the painting, they had been husband and wife for ten years. No matter how Zheng Xiu's appearance and body shape changed, Feng Bei only changed from that.
You can recognize him with just two eyes.
In the painting, the people are fake and the feelings are real.
The back view is fake, but the tears are real.
Time is fake, husband and wife are real.
So, who can tell the true from the false?
The two hugged each other quietly on the snow, enjoying the silence and peace of this moment, as if they were trying to transition from falsehood to reality.
"Brother, sister... ah no, Miss Feng, are you okay?"
I don't know how much time passed, but the monk squatted aside and scratched his head, and asked a little embarrassedly.
Zheng Xiu looked into Feng Bei's eyes: "We..."
Feng Bei stretched out his fingers, covered Zheng Xiu's mouth, and slowly shook his head.
It was Feng Bei who left Zheng Xiu's arms first. She stood up, her expression returned to its former coldness, she patted the snow on her body, stood aside and said softly: "It's time to go."
Feng Bei's sudden attitude made Zheng Xiu's chest feel tight. He took a breath, nodded, and said nothing.
"Hiss-hiss-"
After the avalanche, everything was in chaos. At this time, a weak voice attracted the attention of the three people. They followed the sound and found that the huge white snake was still alive, and its snow-white scales were almost blended with the snow.
From a distance, it looks like a small snow hill. The three of them are in different moods now. If they hadn't heard the sound, they might have ignored it.
The monk and Feng Bei looked at Zheng Xiu at the same time. When something happened, they subconsciously let Zheng Xiu make the decision and regarded him as their backbone.
The centuries-old influence of the scroll left a lot in the hearts of the three people, but for a while, it was difficult to figure out exactly what it left behind.
In it, Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu are husband and wife. Zheng Xiu once mistook Feng Bei for Xie Luo He, Feng Bei willingly played Xie Luo He, Monk was Xie Luo He's brother, and Fan Yao ended up becoming everyone's mortal enemy.
Just thinking about these layers of relationships, the complexity is mind-numbing.
Zheng Xiu stepped forward to check. Snow drifted down, and two dark eyes were pitifully exposed, full of pleading.
"Hiss...hiss...hiss..."
At this moment, the white snake was already dying. There was a gash in its belly and it was still bleeding.
Feng Bei stood behind Zheng Xiu, looking at the vivid look in the white snake's eyes, he was a little surprised: "This snake has actually opened up its spiritual wisdom."
More and more little snakes emerged from all directions.
They coiled around the big white snake, raised their pointed heads, and spat out messages to Zheng Xiu, hissing, snorting, and smelling like they were at war with each other.
Zheng Xiu smiled, approached the big white snake, and slapped the big white snake on its head.
"hiss!"
For a moment, the bodies of all the little white snakes were compressed into a spring shape, as if the whole army was about to attack.
"Hiss!"
The white snake's letter made a sharp sound, and the reactions of the little snakes weakened.
The monk was also shocked: "It seems to be afraid of us."
"Who cut it just now?" Zheng Xiu asked.
The monk and Feng Bei looked at Zheng Xiu at the same time: "You."
"Oh, I almost forgot, that's no wonder." Zheng Xiu grinned, showed a kind smile towards the big white snake, and touched the scales on the nose of the big white snake: "Do you dare to eat me next time?"
"Hiss, hiss..."
"Don't you dare anymore?"
"Hiss!"
"Turn hostility into friendship?"
"hiss!"
"become!"
One person and one snake spoke as if they could communicate with each other. This scene shocked the monk: "Brother, you can actually understand snake language?"
"I don't understand it, but I can probably understand it. Maybe I am teasing cats a lot. Their eyes look similar."
When Zheng Xiu talked about the cat, Feng Bei closed his eyes with a cold expression, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand in front of Feng Bei and the monk, and many terrifying blood-colored eyes suddenly appeared in the palm. The eyes squeezed out of the palm, like a small chain, and the sound of flesh and bone squeezing sounded harshly,
A slender "penholder" extends along the end of the eyeball chain. The tip of the penholder is actually composed of five flexed fingers, which is quite strange.
Seeing this scene, Feng Bei finally showed a trace of nervousness on his face: "Are you okay?"
She is worried.
Zheng Xiu shook his head with a smile, grabbed a new paintbrush, bitten his fingernails and got a drop of blood on the tip, painted in the air, and drew needle and thread.
"It may take some time, please stay back and wait."
Now that Zheng Xiu had said so, even though Feng Bei and the monk didn't know why, they still stood in the distance obediently and watched Zheng Xiu do what he said.
"Expose your belly." Zheng Xiu said to the big white snake. The big white snake actually understood Zheng Xiu's words and exposed the wound hidden in the snow. Zheng Xiu used a knife to open the snake's belly and the wound was neat. Now he can deal with it.
It was also simple. After spending a while to sew up the wound on the snake's belly, he put away his "paint brush", touched the center of his eyebrows, and started to shake the slot machine.
Next, the monk and Feng Bei saw a funny scene.
Two large scimitars first appeared in Zheng Xiu's hand. With a dissatisfied look on his face, he rushed up the hill.
Boom!
Tianyin Mountain was shaken for a while, and another mountain caused an avalanche.
Zheng Xiu ran back with a gray face, covered in snow, and sat there for a while.
The second time, Zheng Xiu had a throwing knife in his hand. He threw the knife away with a constipated expression on his face.
A small piece of the top of Tianyin Mountain was cut off.
An hour later, the other side of Tianyin Mountain was already full of craters. The gray mountain wall exposed after the avalanche was full of cracks and holes. The big white snake looked at the macho man with an expression that became more and more fearful and fearful.
Until the seventh time, Zheng Xiu rubbed his head with sweat.
A long sword with green light appeared in Zheng Xiu's hand.
"bingo!"
Zheng Xiu finally made [Broken Moon] with [Medical].
"Don't hide from this knife. If you do, I might never be able to pull it out again."
Zheng Xiu reminded the White Snake.
"Hiss..."
The big white snake looked at the green sword light in front of him, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and he closed his eyes.
Zheng Xiu jumped up high, swung his sword, and green light rained down from the sky, dyeing the white snow into a green ocean.
"Compassionate Heaven and Merciful Rain!"
The sutured wounds on the Great White Snake's abdomen are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin and flesh are growing.
Cured.
It can be said that the big white snake survived from a desperate situation, with a mixture of sadness and joy. It rolled its body happily on the snow, and finally lay down in front of Zheng Xiu, stretched out its scarlet letter and licked Zheng Xiu's face.
The monk sighed: "What a wonderful skill!"
Feng Bei pouted: "He knows a lot."
She remembered those ten years inexplicably and blushed.
After Zheng Xiu cured the Great White Snake, he put away the Broken Moon. The Great White Snake and its people reluctantly bid farewell to their great benefactor with tears.
Before going down the mountain.
"Wait a minute, I'll go back and take a look."
The monk looked confused when he heard this.
Feng Bei understood, however, and stood behind Zheng Xiu, alert to his surroundings.
Zheng Xiu sat down cross-legged and returned to his mental prison.
Returning to the prison after a long absence, the scenery in the prison remains the same.
The gray mist is like a thick deep sea, with mottled rust stains all over the heart.
On the game table, several villains are looming.
The only change was that a shriveled broken arm was trapped in a corner by a few gray chains, motionless.
That's a weird thing in the painter's way.
Zheng Xiu’s biggest gain along the way.
However, this strange thing did not seem to be integrated with him. Instead, it was bound in the prison of his heart.
"Prisoner...Prisoner...Prisoner?"
Recalling the scene at the end of the world in the painting, when the world collapsed, his strange thing [The Prisoner] broke out and turned into a chain to trap the [Painter]'s strange thing. He was almost certain that the "Prisoner"'s "
The word "prison" may not necessarily be just a noun, but most likely... it is also a verb.
The one who imprisons strange things.
Prisoner.
In Zheng's dungeon.
Zheng Xiu was shriveled up and lifeless.
Zhizhi lay aside and fell asleep. She rubbed her eyes and woke up in a daze. She slapped her head and secretly blamed herself. When she raised her head, she met a pair of bright and deep eyes.
Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, then covered his mouth and shouted: "Ghost, ghost! Oh! Master, master is alive! Master is alive!"
Zheng Xiu: "?"
"Click!"
Zheng Xiu reluctantly moved his body and made a crisp sound. The severe pain and weakness in his limbs made Zheng Xiu frown. Only when he returned to his body did he realize that he was in a very dangerous situation.
But he opened his mouth unhurriedly, and was about to say something. His dry throat made some strange sounds. Seeing that the master seemed to want to say something, Zhizhi quickly stood up and stroked the master's back.
Thinking that the master was having a comeback, he cried like a dolphin: "Master, wuwuwu, please don't die! What will our Zheng family do if you die?"
Your sister is playing filial piety for me, right? Zheng Xiu bared his teeth and made a sign of "Thirteen" in front of him.
Zhizhi looked at the master's reluctant gestures, finally understood, and hurriedly got up and ran out to find Brother Thirteen.
"call……"
After Zhizhi left, the only sound of Zheng Xiu's long breathing was left in the Zheng family dungeon. Before Qing Shisan came, Zheng Xiu planned to switch back to the outside. Now he can't let the avatar return to the original body. The memory of a hundred years ago has become blurred.
Gradually, Zheng Xiu thought about the memories of the past and made his next plan.
Before leaving, Zheng Xiu felt something in his heart, looked in a certain direction, frowned slightly, and then relaxed.
"There is something in the palace."
…
Opening his eyes again, Feng Bei was crouching in front of him with his hands on his knees, looking at his face carefully.
When he opened his eyes, Feng Bei's eyes flashed with panic. Just as he was about to run away, Zheng Xiu reached out and scratched her nose.
Feng Bei coughed twice: "How?"
In the painting, Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu, who have been husband and wife for ten years, are honest with each other. They know the truth and have no secrets.
"Don't worry, my life is very hard and I won't die. I have an idea and I'll talk about it as I go."
Zheng Xiu originally wanted to draw a big bird and fly down, but Feng Bei felt sorry for Zheng Xiu's bloodletting and gritted his teeth and refused to give in. Zheng Xiu couldn't resist, and the three of them could only walk down the mountain.
On the way down the mountain, they recounted their experiences before entering the painting.
Fortunately for Feng Bei, after she was taken into the Ever Dark in Richan Valley, she didn't really enter the Ever Dark. In fact, Gongsun Mo couldn't draw the Ever Dark scenery at all. Feng Bei was equivalent to sleeping for a long time. But Zheng Xiu and the monk have been tortured for a hundred years, and their memories from a hundred years ago are unfamiliar and vague to them.
As he spoke, the experience before entering the painting became clear again. Finally, the monk carefully mentioned "National Master".
The national master, the sun chaser, the candle, the night master.
A ghost that has been wandering in the human world for a thousand years.
Undisguised murderous intent appeared in Feng Bei's eyes, but after a moment, the murderous intent in her eyes faded away, the corners of her lips curled up, she looked at Zheng Xiu softly, and then quickly looked away. She was in a complicated mood now, and she was facing Ye Ye The Lord's thoughts are more filled with hatred, but if you think about it carefully, if the Night Lord hadn't set up a trap, if she hadn't been involved in the cannibal paintings, she wouldn't have fallen into the illusory time and space of a hundred years ago with Zheng Xiu, let alone that unforgettable and ordinary life. A heartwarming couple’s experience of ten years.
Those ten years are like hoof prints, engraved in the bottom of Feng Bei's heart.
No matter whether they admit it or mention it, neither of them can let go of those ten years.
Zheng Xiu didn't notice Xiao Jiujiu in Feng Bei's heart, and said in a deep voice: "In the painting, in the last hundred years, I fell into semi-madness and pretended to be bewitched by the candle... Haha, although I pretended, in fact, I had no choice at that time. In short, during those hundred years, I painted cannibal paintings day and night underground in the palace, absorbed countless human souls, and opened the entrance to the eternal darkness underground in the palace."
Feng Bei didn't know this part. Although Zheng Xiu's tone when he talked about the hundred years of loneliness sounded like an understatement and was not worth mentioning, Feng Bei's heart was secretly twitching as he listened, and he frowned and asked, "You mean..."
"I mean, historically, Gongsun Mo completed the cannibal painting there, opened the constant darkness, and became the human pillar a hundred years ago."
Zheng Xiu counted on his fingers: "Now I completely understand what is said on the mural."
"The Sun Chaser chased the 'Scorching Sun'. I don't know what he saw, but it was related to Chang An. He was very taboo about the 'Scorching Sun', and he did not hesitate to make arrangements every hundred years to select three strangers from the vast sea of people to become human pillars. , filled it with countless human lives to create a junction, forced the people to use the natural alien technique, and let Chang An take the three people away, and then restore peace to the world for a hundred years."
"No wonder," Zheng Xiu sighed with emotion: "Weirds are born with the ability to master thaumaturgy. But if the Night Lord becomes a master, there will be no thaumaturgy in the world, because the human pillar has already entered. Do you remember, in the next hundred years, During that period, there were many evil legends in the world, and this must be what Zhu is worried about."
The monk listened and his brows jumped: "Brother, do you mean that that guy is actually a good person?"
Zheng Xiu shook his head: "That's not what I meant. But in any case, since he dealt with us, he has a deadly feud. If this revenge is not avenged, my surname will not be Zheng. Let's not mention this matter for now. What I want to say is that back then, Gongsun Mo did indeed open Changdian in the Imperial City, so it is reasonable for Zhu to use a roundabout way to lure Fengbei away from the Imperial City before taking action."
Under the contemplative gazes of the two people, Zheng Xiu smiled and expressed his thoughts: "It is very possible that the entrance to Changdian under the Imperial City is still there. Or, perhaps, there is a place hidden under the Imperial City... Very close to eternal darkness."
The monk frowned and scratched his bald head, not really understanding.
"I understand." Feng Bei looked shocked: "You mean, Zhu doesn't dare to approach the imperial city at all?"
"That's right! Madam is smart." Zheng Xiu accidentally called Feng Bei "Madam", and the latter did not deny it. Zheng Xiu smiled and said: "Because, the period of one hundred years has long passed, and Chang An and Chang Shi meet. As the first alien, once Zhu appears in the imperial city and comes into conflict with us..."