man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 157 Back View (2 in 1)

The face reflected on the water was Zheng Xiu's face.

Instead of "Gongsun Mo"!
"I'm Gongsun Mo? My trumpet? Aha? How is it possible... Hahaha!"

After being shocked, Zheng Xiu was amused by the scene in front of him, and burst out laughing.

After laughing.

Zheng Xiu shook his head solemnly: "This is impossible."

impossible.

There is a rule for Zheng Xiu to create a trumpet. It is hard to say whether it is a person or not, at least it must belong to the Zheng family.

Zheng Shan, Zheng E, Zheng Baimei.

This is the principle.

How can a principle be broken as soon as it is broken.

Zheng Xiu quickly denied this ridiculous idea in his mind, and instead thought of other possibilities.

He recalled that when he was the incarnation of Zheng Baimei, he was on the verge of life and death, and at the moment when he released the [Heaven and Earth Cross Gang Returns One Sword Intent], Zheng Xiu also left the body with the appearance of the original human soul.

Zheng Xiu opened his skirt and looked at his chest, there was no hole.

Wash your face with hot water to wash away the hangover.

There is a bamboo basket next to the door, and a row of picture scrolls are neatly fixed with cloth strips in the bamboo basket.There is also an exquisite brocade box hidden in the bamboo basket. When you open it, it turns out to be a set of expensive painting tools, including brushes, ink sticks, and jade inkstones.

There are six brushes, which are divided into Langhao, Shuhao, Zihao, Jianhao, Niuerhao and Sanqihao.

Different brushes have different textures, namely leaf tendons, landscapes, flowers, white birds, long snakes, and cloud patterns.

"Good... so professional."

Zheng Xiu was amazed.

This is "Gongsun Mo"'s belongings, which can be seen at a glance.Others went out with swords and knives, but Gongsun Mo brought a bunch of paper and pens. No wonder the arrogant young head of the Baili Escort called Gongsun Mo a "poor scholar".

But Zheng Xiu could tell at a glance that this Gongsun Mo was by no means "poor" just by looking at this set of things, and he could even be said to have a small family background.Not to mention the jade inkstone made of fine ink, let alone the delicately carved ink stick, just the "leaf tendon cow ear", the workmanship should not be the work of the dynasty, it is very likely is an antique.

Zheng Xiu stared silently for a while.

He walked forward involuntarily, carefully took out a roll of rice paper, and spread it out on the table.

Zheng Xiu rolled up his sleeves, meticulously ground the ink stick on the jade inkstone, and added water to adjust the ink concentration.Zheng Xiu's movements were very slow, but it could be seen that he was very skilled. Although he spent a lot of effort, the final ink developed was suitable in thickness, and several layers of color were separated on the elastic hair.

With the brush dipped in ink, Zheng Xiu held the sleeve in one hand and the pen in the other.

This action lasted for a long time.

Zheng Xiu was stunned when he came back to his senses. Although he had the signboard of "Macho Painter" and walked through the path of "Painter", he knew how much water was there, and it was Feng Bei's wool that could peep through the path.After doing this set of movements, it flows smoothly.

Before I picked up the pen, the white paper in front of me was just paper.But when Zheng Xiu picked up the pen, he suddenly felt that the white paper in front of him was like a bottomless lake, where he couldn't get a glimpse into the mysteries, and couldn't see his true heart.The sense of disobedience that he is both Gongsun Mo and not Gongsun Mo made Zheng Xiu stunned in the distance, unable to start.

It's like when he wanted to fight at the market, his consciousness caught up, but his hands and feet couldn't keep up, so he couldn't fight back.

At this moment, it was just the opposite. His DNA moved by itself, his hands and feet moved, but his consciousness couldn't keep up with Gongsun Mo, so he couldn't write.

"correct."

Zheng Xiu looked at the Four Treasures of the Study Room and the Painter's Treasure, and his heart felt hot.

His incarnation [Zheng Shan] followed the well-deserved path of [painter].

Now, by chance, he can personally experience the memories he experienced back then through the first perspective of the legendary "painting ghost" Gongsun Mo.

Gongsun Mo's understanding of the painter, he can also experience it personally.

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!

Coincidentally this is not it!
How can we know that it is not a blessing if it is a blessing in disguise!

This is an excellent opportunity to improve painting skills and realm in a short period of time.

"I wonder if Fengbei and Ruchen have fallen into the same situation?"

If he used his own face in "Gongsun Mo's Memories", it shouldn't be difficult to recognize it, but what he was afraid of was what happened if it was not.

As for how to explain the relationship between "Zheng Shan" and "Zheng Xiu" after recognition, this is not a problem for Mr. Zheng, who repeatedly jumps between several identities.

Thin, vicissitudes, hallucinations, all fake, careless, unrestrained, these and other reasons can be said to be easy for Zheng Xiu, and there is no need to entangle.

Zheng Xiu gradually cleared his mind.

If you think about it according to the customs clearance idea of ​​"Ghost Creature", although the strange ghost creature "World in the Painting" has no prompts, no narration, and even doesn't know whether to go back to the file or not.But as the saying goes, all changes remain the same, Zheng Xiu set himself a "task".

One, follow Gongsun Mo's footsteps, find Fengbei and Ruchen, and find a way to decipher the world in the painting;

Second, through the understanding of the "painter" by Gongsun Mo, the ghost painter, to further penetrate the door.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
"Brother Gongsun! Have you finished tinkering?"

Zheng Xiu didn't know how long he stayed in the room, but Chu Chengfeng came to remind him again.

"Ugh!"

The painter let out a long sigh, put down the brush, and said outwardly that he knew it, then put the washed painting utensils back in the washbasin, and carried them on his back.

The superior room that Zheng Xiu lives in is the most secluded room in the innermost part of the corridor on the second floor.When the door was pushed open, Chu Chengfeng was holding a long sword behind him, hanging from his waist, and put it on Zheng Xiu's shoulder with a smile: "Brother Gongsun, do you want to have a few more cups of hangover?"

Zheng Xiu's eyes widened, and Xiao Zheng was scolding his mother in his heart, and the little Gongsun put on a wry smile on his face: "Brother Chu, don't be joking, you are not ignorant of the drinking capacity of my younger brother, if you drink two cups with Brother Chu again, I'm afraid it will be today." Can't go any further north."

"North?" Chu Chengfeng heard the words, showing a weird expression, and then patted Zheng Xiu on the shoulder: "If you can trust Brother Chu as a man, you should stay in the inn with peace of mind these days, don't go out, lest you lose your life , after all... a sword has no eyes."

Zheng Xiu frowned: "Why did Brother Chu say that?"

"You will know after sitting for a long time."

Chu Chengfeng shook his head, smiled but did not answer.He took Zheng Xiu to the tea shop next to the inn.

There are elegant seats on the second floor of the tea shop.

It is said that it is a private seat, and it is cleaner than the first floor.

The waiter in the store wiped the table with a dirty rag, casually sweeping away the remaining oil stains on the table.

Zheng Xiu's eyebrows twitched. The color of the table was sooty that it couldn't be seen at first glance.But when the waiter wiped it with a rag, a layer of dark red blood was clearly wiped off the rag.

"A pot of clear porridge, a pot of rice wine, and a few dishes of appetizers. Hurry up, my brother vomited all night, and now he is so hungry."

It didn't take long for Chu Chengfeng's order to arrive.

Zheng Xiu's stomach was rumbling, and he was indeed hungry.So he filled a bowl of hot porridge and ate it with refreshing cold dishes.

"Brother Chu, you said just now that you don't want to leave the inn for fear of losing your life. Why?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, eat first, then talk after eating! Hahaha!"

Chu Chengfeng never used a cup to drink, but with a flick of his finger, he forcibly cut off a piece of the wine jar's seal, and the fracture was as smooth as a knife cut.Chu Chengfeng raised his head and poured rice wine into his stomach like drinking water.

The front of his chest was wet, and he smelled of alcohol not long after. Chu Chengfeng didn't care about the details, and drank most of the jar in one go. The altar slammed heavily on the table: "Happy!"

After finishing the drink, Chu Chengfeng looked at Zheng Xiu who was stunned, and handed the wine jar forward: "Brother Gongsun, are you really not coming?"

Zheng Xiu shook his head and refused: "I'm not good at this."

Chu Chengfeng looked regretful: "It's a pity!"

After drinking a few bowls of porridge to warm his stomach, Zheng Xiu felt much better.Now he asked the question again.

Chu Chengfeng didn't continue to play tricks, walked to the side of the handrail, and waved to Zheng Xiu.

"Brother, come and take a look."

Zheng Xiu stepped forward according to his words.

"Looking at the market, what's the difference?"

Chu Chengfeng smiled slightly and pointed to the bustling market below.

"Strange?" Zheng Xiu followed Chu Chengfeng's finger and looked down.

I saw that the market seemed to be nothing special except that it was very lively.

"Oh, look at the memory of big brother, I forgot. Hiccup~" Chu Chengfeng suddenly slapped his head, breathing out the breath of alcohol. He first pointed at a few ragged beggars in the market.

Those few beggars were thin, barefoot, holding a broken bowl in each hand, knocking on the door from house to house along the market.

"All right! We've been hungry for days, please, sir, let's have some food!"

"Where is the smelly beggar, get out!"

The beggars were shut down one by one.

Chu Chengfeng smiled meaningfully: "Most beggars beg along the street, and never come to beg for reason. They broke the rules."

Zheng Xiu wondered: "Beggars also have rules?"

"That's natural."

"Brother Chu wants to say something?"

"They are looking for something, and you look over there, look at the girl's waist."

Chu Chengfeng pointed to the girl at the street stall again. The girl was fair and beautiful, 16 years old, tender and tender, very attractive.

Zheng Xiu was about to say something in his heart, but he said: "Do not look at evil!"

Gongsun Mo's memory seems very dishonest.

"I want you to look at her waist, inside the loincloth. Did you see that circle bulging, hidden inside, obviously hiding a soft whip or a soft sword or other weapons. In the central Sichuan area, if you talk about soft whips I may not be able to say, but if it is a soft sword... Hey! Who knows that the girl in "Ruyifang" has a soft sword that combines hardness and softness, and is ever-changing. She probably doesn't want people to know her origin, and she would rather draw the sword. It is very obstructive, and I don’t want people to notice her origin.”

"Look at the old man who sells sweet potatoes. His hands are covered with calluses. The second joints of the little finger, ring finger, and middle finger are particularly bulging, and the knuckles are deformed. There are obvious marks left by practicing Liuhe palm. He has been in the Jiangnan area for many years. It’s interesting that the Liuhe Gang, which was born in the shipping industry, actually entered Shuzhong.”

"Look at the noodle maker, who uses a short stainless steel stick, and two sticks. Last month, the weapon spectrum ranked No. 90, and this month it fell out of the top [-] of the weapon spectrum." Shuanghua Yingun', two Shuanghua'thugs' from the Changle Gang in Yangzhou, are famous for their double sticks. The Changle Gang, even the mob dares to wade into this muddy water, hahaha!"

Zheng Xiu's face turned pale: "Hush your voice, keep your voice down, Brother Chu, don't speak wild words, for fear of causing trouble."

"What am I afraid of!" Chu Chengfeng curled his lips: "If Chu was afraid, he wouldn't have helped you yesterday. He really heard it, and he didn't dare to be angry or speak out, for fear of what they might do."

Chu Chengfeng is arrogant and has the capital to be arrogant.

The first is strength, ranking 38th in the weapon spectrum.The second is the background, the third young master of Plum Blossom Villa.

Although neither Zheng Xiu nor Gongsun Mo's memory, at the moment, they both don't know what the weapon spectrum 38 and the Plum Blossom Villa represent.But judging from Chu Chengfeng's way of doing things, it should be the kind that has a pivotal position in the world, enough to make Chu Chengfeng run amok.

Chu Chengfeng's eyes were vicious, and he was familiar with all the sects and aristocratic families in the world, and easily pointed out more than a dozen martial arts experts hiding in the market.

This is still hidden.

Not to mention someone wearing a big cloak mysteriously as if trying to hide it, with a bulging back apparently hiding a weapon, ostentatiously.

Others carelessly put the ring-shouldered knife on the table and ate wontons by the side of the street.

"Come on, look here again, it should be almost there."

Chu Chengfeng smiled and led Gongsun Mo back to his seat, and pouted downstairs.

Although everything in front of him was Gongsun Mo's memory, Gongsun Mo might not have understood it at the time, but Zheng Xiu was not Gongsun Mo. With Chu Chengfeng's reminder, Zheng Xiu quickly noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere below.

Too quiet.

On the first floor of the spacious teahouse, only three tables were occupied.

Two of the tables are far apart, with corners everywhere.

Sitting in the northeast corner is a strong man with a beard. Beside him is a round cloth bag with a long handle protruding from the cloth bag. It looks like a copper hammer.

In the southwest corner sits a handsome young man waving a fan. He wears a crown hat, and is dressed in white snow. He is personable and has a gentle smile.

And sitting in the middle was a woman, wearing a black dress, exuding an undisguised quack air.From Zheng Xiu's perspective, only the back of the woman could be seen. On the woman's table was a whole roast leg of lamb and a large plate of marinated chicken, which together weighed seven or eight catties by visual estimation.The woman with a slender back was burying her head in a hard meal, making slapping sounds in the quiet first floor.

This woman is really big.

This was Zheng Xiu's first reaction when he looked at the seven or eight catties of meat dishes on the table.

The second reaction is to feel... familiar.

Yes, that back made "he" feel familiar inexplicably.

When the idea of ​​"familiarity" appeared intuitively, Zheng Xiu tilted his head, secretly thinking strangely.

He was starting to be confused now, whether it was Gongsun Mo who looked familiar, or Zheng Xiu.

The two feelings were confused, making it difficult for Zheng Xiu to distinguish for a while.

"Who is that woman?"

Looking at the familiar figure from behind, Zheng Xiu asked in a daze.

Chu Chengfeng was dumbfounded when he heard the words, and looked back at the distraught brother Gongsun, secretly amused, just now he said do not look at evil, now?Sure enough, scholars like to have different opinions, one thing on the surface, another thing behind the other, tsk, very thief.But at the moment Chu Chengfeng didn't point it out. Looking at the woman's back carefully, he shook his head helplessly: "This, maybe she is an unknown person, but Chu can't recognize it. But it's not that woman that Chu showed you, woman When you can't look at it, you first look at the two people who are far apart."

Chu Chengfeng first pointed at the burly man with cheeks, with a more playful expression, and introduced to brother Gongsun with a smile: "That man is quite famous in Sichuan, Cao Dongxue is good at using a pair of 'black steel octagonal hammers', "Fenghuo Eight Attacks" is infinitely powerful, and there are few opponents in Sichuan, and the weapon spectrum is now ranked 62. However, it is not his hammering skills that make him famous in the world, but because three years ago, the beautiful wife he was marrying in the Ming Dynasty was in He ran away with someone on the night of the bridal chamber. He chased from the middle of Sichuan to the north, and chased for a full [-] miles. It took a year to finally catch up with the adulterer and his wife, but unexpectedly, he was knocked down several times. , became the laughing stock of Jianghu, and everyone knew about it for a while."

"This person is pitiful." Zheng Xiu mourned for the poor man for a few seconds, and then asked, "Where is the other person?"

Chu Chengfeng's face was even more strange: "The other person in the world is called 'Iron Fan Scholar', and he is also... that adulterer."

"You said, after three years, one is in the north and the other is in the middle of Sichuan, but today they are gathered in this small teahouse."

Chu Chengfeng put away his weird smile, patted Zheng Xiu on the shoulder, and spoke earnestly: "Is it a coincidence, or... is there something else?"

(End of this chapter)