Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei and Monk immersed themselves in Gongsun Mo's cannibal paintings and experienced the buried history.
The tragedy in Sunchan Valley.
The disappearance of Wulin.
Zheng Xiu even used the identity of "Gongsun Mo" to spend hundreds of years painting ghost eyes, absorbing the souls of millions of people, creating cannibal paintings comparable to ghosts, and personally opened the passage to the eternal darkness and turned it into a human pillar.
All the memories are vivid in their minds.
They knew the secrets of history.
Now that Zheng Xiu made the point, the monk suddenly realized: "It turns out that the person who is most afraid of being taken away by Chang An is him!"
"In Jingtang Town, I met him face to face. He is a different person, but he is still a human being!"
Feng Bei bit his lower lip lightly and remained silent.
Zheng Xiu suddenly grabbed Feng Bei's hand. His tentacles were cold and his palms were covered in sweat.
Feng Bei twitched hard, but failed to pull his hand out of Zheng Xiu's generous palm.
Feeling the warmth in Zheng Xiu's palm, Feng Bei sighed lightly but remained silent.
"Don't even think about leaving."
Zheng Xiu looked at Feng Bei calmly: "No matter whether it is true or false that we slept together for ten years, how can you hide what you are thinking from me?"
"What are you thinking about, little sister?" The monk suddenly changed his expression to Xie Yunliu's.
"My name is Miss Feng." Zheng Xiu said with a straight face, winking at the monk, and secretly scolding you for your blind switch of personalities at this time.
The monk blinked and seemed to understand something. He was secretly annoyed at which pot he did not open and pick up. He scratched his scalp and nodded: "What is Miss Feng thinking about?"
Zheng Xiu revealed Feng Bei's thoughts: "She doesn't want to involve us and wants to find Zhu alone."
Feng Bei stiffened all over.
It seems that Zheng Xiuzhen guessed Feng Bei's mind.
We are worthy of being husband and wife for ten years.
The monk took a breath of cold air: "Hey...how can Miss Feng be so reckless!"
Feng Bei finally broke away from Zheng Xiu's hand and took a breath. Her black and white eyes were a little more angry and she glared at Zheng Xiu: "Otherwise? You want me to watch you die?"
Zheng Xiu asked confidently: "Didn't I tell you earlier? I am very determined and I already have an idea. When did you see me doing something that I was not sure about?"
Feng Bei sarcastically said: "On August 15th of that year, you insisted on saying that to celebrate the third wedding anniversary, you wanted to learn how to make fennel and sheep's head pot. I told you that you were not talented in cooking, but you didn't listen. Then you insisted on going. After all the hard work, didn’t you almost burn down the kitchen in the end?”
Zheng Xiu refused: "Didn't I succeed on the fifth anniversary?"
Feng Bei sneered: "Didn't you accidentally sprinkle all the salt in the fourth year? If I hadn't had the courage to say it was delicious, would you have been happy?"
"Everyone has his or her own strengths!"
"So, this is what you call 'grasp'?"
"Are you trying to say in your next sentence that I am not wrong at all if you put aside the facts?"
"Hmph, am I one of those shrewd women you call right and wrong?"
The two of them were arguing and getting closer and closer, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and their faces were almost touching.
The monk suspected that they would kiss on the spot and took the initiative to cover his eyes.
Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Feng Bei twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help smiling. Zheng Xiu looked proud and raised two fingers. Feng Bei feigned anger and it was very difficult to regain his straight face. Difficult, Zheng Xiu raised the corner of his mouth, showing a "come here" look, Feng Bei looked away, Feng Bei was defeated.
Being interrupted by Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei's heavy heart dissipated a lot. She reluctantly pulled her right long hair behind her ear, revealing the "mark of a stranger" that she had always disliked in front of Zheng Xiu, and rolled her eyes at Zheng Xiu: "Say
Well, what are your plans?"
"My idea is simple."
"All the way north,"
"Gouged out the crowkeeper's eyes,"
"Total destruction of Candle's eyes,"
"Then,"
Zheng Xiu pointed to the north, paused for a moment, and calmly said four words: "Let's go home."
Ten days later.
On the official road running from west to northeast.
Two horses are galloping.
A burly, muscular man carrying a stick-shaped oil bag on his back.
On the other horse sat a bald man.
It was Zheng Xiu and the monk.
They descended from Tianyin Mountain, first headed northeast, turned north, passed through several states, and rushed back to the imperial city.
The two of them walked around for ten days and traveled two thousand miles.
Every time the monk stopped, he would involuntarily look in the direction he came from, feeling quite worried.
"Don't worry," Zheng Xiu comforted, "She is Feng Bei."
They are about to pass through Yizhou.
There was a little hesitation on the monk's face.
Zheng Xiu guessed what the monk was thinking: "If you want to go back and see the master, then go and see him."
The monk hesitated for a while and shook his head vigorously: "No, the young monk is definitely not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. I want to advance and retreat together with you two!"
"There are some things that I would like to see him and ask him for clarification."
Zheng Xiu now understands that the master is Xie Yunliu two hundred years ago. He lived for two hundred years.
He had known that Gongsun Mo had painted cannibal paintings.
Is there a possibility that when the master knows what will happen to the people who took away the cannibal painting, is he expecting that the cannibal painting will successfully create the second Gongsun Mo and bring back the real Xieluo River from Chang An
?
This is what Zheng Xiu wanted to ask Master Dang personally.
But now is not the time to get to the bottom of it.
Day 15.
The night is as cool as water.
In the mountains, on the winding road, the two people were still on their way.
They seemed to be going very fast when they got on the horse, but it took them fifteen days to get here. It can be seen that they stopped a lot of time along the way, as if they were waiting for something.
The pattering drizzle, illuminated by the moonlight, was like silver hairy needles, piercing the two people on the horse.
"ah--"
In the distance, as a shrill crow broke the silence, a "dark cloud" covered the sky and passed over the bright moon. As the dark cloud passed quickly, it seemed to tear the bright moon into countless pieces.
【Death...die...die...】
Zheng Xiu's face froze, as if he heard something.
The crows were still ringing in my ears, but two twisted words appeared subconsciously in my mind, and my field of vision was filled with the color of hot asphalt, which looked like thick black blood.
He covered his ears in surprise, and Zheng Xiu felt that he understood the meaning of the crow's cry in an instant.
The moment he understood the voice, the hallucination of [death] appeared before his eyes.
Did I accidentally learn some weird new skill?
Zheng Xiu was puzzled, but he had no time to think about it.
"Here we come! Cover your eyes quickly!"
The monk gritted his teeth, took out a piece of black cloth, and covered it obediently. As for the horse, he continued to drive based on his feeling.
The "dark clouds" covering the stars and closing the moon were actually thousands of ravens. Zheng Xiu encountered a few ravens along the way and deliberately delayed for a while before killing the lone raven. After going back and forth several times, the candle penetrated the raven's eyes,
I guessed the route the two took north.
Ravens collided wildly in the sky, their bones and flesh were shattered, and crow feathers were flying all over the sky. The smashed crow flesh and crow blood gradually twisted into a black mist in the dark night, and a dark hole suddenly opened in the mist.
In the cave, small white hands as thick as babies formed a terrifying wing, stretching out from the black mist.
"babble--"
The horse under the two of them was so frightened that it raised its hooves high. Within a moment, it rolled its eyes and crashed into the big tree beside it.
A terrifying aura swept across the sky, and animals with keen senses first sensed the threat.
Zheng Xiu and the monk kicked off their horses and fell off their horses at the same time. The monk was blindfolded, lost his balance for a moment, and rolled to the side.
Thousands of ravens circled under the moon at high speed, forming four high walls. From a distance, it looked like a black storm. At this moment, Zheng Xiu and the monk were in the eye of the storm.
"Die...die...die...send death...die...ah..."
The crow farmer struggled to squeeze out of the passage, his ten-meter-long twisted wings completely stretched out, and the baby arms made crisp bone sounds. Zheng Xiu once again vaguely understood the meaning of the crows, just like each one.
The word "death".
Zheng Xiu stared and touched his ears again in surprise.
"I seem to...can really understand the language of birds?"
"But that's not important anymore."
"The best chance is only once."
"Once Zhu realizes that we are planning to blind him in one fell swoop, he will not easily release the Crow Raider in the future."
"Sparrow in prison!"
Zheng Xiu's chest swelled, and dark lines spread all over his body in an instant. His fangs grew out, and the white bone surface covered his face. An illusory wing grew from his shoulder blades. Zheng Xiu transformed into a "prison" with white-faced fangs for the first time in a long time.
Bird form".
He suddenly threw the long oilcloth bag behind him into the sky: "Come here!"
【provocative】!
The crow farmer's attention was instantly attracted by Zheng Xiu's loud shout. The tattered blindfold seemed to be burned, burning into ashes. The five blood-colored eyes flashed with scarlet light.
The crow farmer originally had six eyes, but one was consumed when he "killed" Zheng Baimei for the first time, and now he only has five eyes left!
Zheng Xiu flapped his wings and flew high into the sky.
Boundless black energy surged out from behind the crow keeper, condensed into feathers, and shot towards Zheng Xiu like arrow feathers all over the sky.
call out!
A jet-black light shot from the sky in the distance, like a black meteor. In an instant, it eliminated all the crow-keeper's attacks and opened a bright road for Zheng Xiu.
Ten miles away.
Feng Bei's feet were lightly tapping on the treetops, her long hair fluttering, standing in the dark night.
There was a touch of sadness on her face, and the towering shadow behind her was still like a mountain, but what the shadow held in its hand was no longer a huge sword, but a ferocious curved bow.
A faint shadow of the bow also appeared in Feng Bei's hand. Ten miles away, she closed her eyes and fully drew the bow.
"Lend me your bow skills, Xie Luohe."
Feng Bei condensed the "ominous" energy that could kill all living creatures into arrows and put them on his long bow.
With a sigh, Feng Bei listened intently and released three fingers.
What she listens to is "the sound of all things".
The dark arrow light shot faster than the other.
In an instant, countless arrows punched out numerous holes in the crow-keeper's wings.
Zheng Xiu was as fast as lightning. Under the cover of Feng Bei, the ink-colored light on his wings was like a sharp blade, cutting the night in half.
"die!"
The Crow Keeper was teetering in the night sky, and arrows shot it all over its body. Before Zheng Xiu approached, the second of the Crow Keeper's five remaining eyes suddenly burst, bursting out with red blood.
He even closed his eyes in advance, but still got hit. In fact, at such a close range, when the Crow Keeper activated its magic, Zheng Xiu would still get hit regardless of whether he closed his eyes or not.
The "mortal art" that can only be performed with the restriction of "blindness" has already exceeded the scope of ordinary thaumaturgy.
The art of kryptonian destiny.
[Zheng Shan] transformed into the same person as [Zheng Baimei] in the past, with her skin chapped, weathered, drying up bit by bit, turning into dust and blown away by the wind.
His avatar is crumbling, approaching...death!
"coming!"
Zheng Xiu was not surprised but smiled, his eyes were full of energy, the chains were ringing, and his right palm was filled with blood-red eyes.
A strange-shaped paintbrush appeared in Zheng Xiu's painting, bound by the eyeball chain. With a wave of his hand, his broken body and his flesh and blood turned into swords all over the sky.
The surrounding sounds disappeared and everything froze, just for a moment.
The moment of life and death.
"Who doesn't know how to use Krypton's fate?"
Zheng Xiu grinned. In an instant, the sword's heart became clear and he could draw inferences from one example.
"The Ruthless Sword!"
The small sword created by [Painter]'s method, imitated by [Painter]'s miraculous skills, was aimed at the crow-keeper's neck.
laugh!
Zheng Xiu's "death" happened at the same time as the crow farmer's "death". From a distance, it looked like Zheng Xiu had "passed through" the crow farmer's body. But in fact, it was Zheng Xiu's body that collapsed at the same time.
, he slashed at it with his sword at high speed, and when he disappeared, he also cut off the crowkeeper's head.
…
"Do you like birds?"
An old man talks to a young man.
"like."
"Why?"
"I want to fly freely in the sky like them."
"I will teach you how to raise birds. Once you learn it, you will also be able to fly. Fly high."
"OK!"
"From today onwards, I will give you a name...Jiu."
…
"It's done! Hahaha!"
The moment he beheaded the crow farmer, a strange memory flowed into Zheng Xiu's mind.
Zheng Xiu laughed in the night sky, turned into flying dust, and died.
He was very happy that he could finally use his own hand to use Zheng Baimei's trick!
No regrets in dying!
Feng Bei was in the distance, rushing toward me with an anxious expression.
She almost exhausted all her strength, without her usual calm, she was like a bolt of lightning, crossing the dark night.
The monk heard his elder brother's laughter and hurriedly pulled off the cloth on his face, just in time to see the scene where the crow keeper fell and the "eldest brother" turned into ashes and died in the sky.
Although Zheng Xiu had told the monk in advance that his death was not a real death, the monk and Zheng Xiu had a century-old relationship that was extremely deep, but he still couldn't help but shed tears and was unbearably sad.
The crow-keeper's body separated and hit the ground heavily, making no movement.
The surface of his body melted away like a layer of sesame paste, revealing a thin and short body.
That was an ugly-looking young man.
Feng Bei and the monk found the crow-keeper's head. Feng Bei was about to reach out, but she was afraid that she would accidentally crush the crow-keeper's body into ashes, so she said to the monk: "Brother! Take out the eyes quickly!"
Feng Bei was so anxious that he lost his mind. For a moment, he forgot that the monk was no longer Xie Yunliu, so he called out "Brother" in desperation.
The monk didn't think too much, and even responded naturally. He reached into the layer of paste, and when the stench hit his face, he carefully dug out four "eyes" like black pearls.
The monk held four beads and squeezed them gently. They were still soft.
"Hurry up! I'm afraid he... won't be able to hold on for long!" Feng Bei took out the bag, packed the four eyes, and urged.
Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!
After the crow keeper died, the flock of ravens hovering in the sky exploded one by one, turning into a black rain of blood and falling on the ground.
At the same time, all the ravens hovering in the sky of the Daqian Dynasty died one after another.
In the imperial city, there was a rain of crows.
All dead.
Feng Bei and the monk traveled day and night, almost without sleep, and rushed back to the imperial city from where they killed the crow keeper. On the way, Feng Bei scared away three horses and exhausted four horses.
On the night of the twelfth day, under Zheng Xiu's advance arrangements, Fengbei finally returned to his home after "a hundred years".
That mountain.
Under the moonlight, Feng Beitan opened his mouth slightly and looked at the mountain that was split into a valley from the middle. He was stunned for a moment: "Where is my home?"
The forest was filled with smoke. Qing Shisan, who had hidden himself in the dense forest through the smoke, walked out with a dignified expression. He still had the same cynical attitude, wearing a bamboo hat and rags, and he held his hands towards Feng Beigong: "I am Qing Shisan, this is Mr. Zheng A confidant among cronies. I think I know Miss Fengbei. Qing knows that Miss Fengbei has countless doubts in her heart, such as your Shantou." Qing Shisan put away his smile: "But without further delay, please be sure to talk to Qing as soon as possible. Return to Zheng's house."
As he spoke, Qing Shisan stretched out his hand toward Feng Bei and made a "please" gesture. It turned out that behind him, there was a tunnel. The tunnel was square inside, brightly lit, and had tracks. The monk looked confused. Under Qing Shisan's guidance, the three of them got on a strange-looking car. Qing Shisan exploded with hand speed, shook the lever, and the car sped along the track at high speed.
"Don't be surprised. There are countless strange people in the Zheng family. This is the handiwork of the top craftsman Yan Jiji."
Feng Bei originally wanted to ask if the mountain at my home was the same, but at the moment she was worried about Zheng Xiu's safety, so she had no time to ask such questions, so she nodded with a dull face.
After a while, the rail car stopped and Qing Shisan opened the secret door. Behind the secret door was the cell underground of Zheng's house.
There were many warblers crowded in the cell, and the fragrant breeze blew in. As soon as everyone saw the secret door pushed open, all eyes focused on Feng Bei.
Surrounded by warblers and swallows, the gloomy-looking and skinny Zheng Xiu sat there motionless as if dead.
at the same time.
Inside Zheng's residence.
The orange cat Xiaofeng, who had long become a part of the Zheng family, turned over and opened his eyes while sleeping.
It looked at the moonlight quietly. The moon was bright and bright, but when reflected in the cat's eyes, not even a bit of light was reflected, leaving only pure black.
"Meow~"
The orange cat licked its paws, stood up, walked gracefully, and walked silently into the darkness.