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Chapter 167 The Controversy of Monsters (2 in 1)

"So, are you Gongsun Mo, Zheng Shan, or... Zheng Xiu?"

When Xie Luohe said this in a calm tone.

Zheng Xiu suddenly felt a chill behind his back, and woke up from the state of concentrating.

Thick ink dripped on the woman's face, completely staining the woman's face in the painting. The thick ink was slowly blurring to the surroundings. Zheng Xiu's eyelids twitched. He always felt that the portrait in the painting shocked him, but Zheng Xiu couldn't explain why. , which is obviously just a painting.

why.

"Redraw."

Xie Luohe looked at Zheng Xiu with a smile, his tone was gentle, but there was undoubted firmness in it.

Zheng Xiu silently prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone again.

Lifting the pen again, he looked at the spotless white paper, unable to write for a long time.

Xie Luohe didn't urge him, but looked at Zheng Xiu quietly on the stone through the blue flowers, with a calm expression and a smile on his lips occasionally.

Zheng Xiu seemed calm at the moment, but he was caught in a weird "game".

Xie Luohe's words seemed to be talking about a dream she had had since she was a child, but at the same time, it made Zheng Xiu understand something completely like enlightenment in an instant.

Gongsun Mo's "cannibal painting" is not as simple as he imagined at first!
Here, it is not the kind of ghost he experienced in the past!
Absolutely extraordinary!

No wonder Feng Bei was swallowed into the cannibal painting, and there was no news, but [post station] can still send the avatar here normally.

No wonder Zheng Xiu entered here as the "incarnation of Zheng Shan", but appeared as the main body.

"This is not simply explained by 'Gongsun Mo's memory world', but...cognition!" A bean-sized drop of cold sweat broke out from Zheng Xiu's forehead, and soon even his back was soaked.

The wet and sticky clothes were close to the body, and a gust of cold wind blew, making Zheng Xiu's thin body tremble.

Picture after picture flashed before Zheng Xiu's eyes like a slideshow.

It was Zheng Xiu's memory for a while.

It was Gongsun Mo's memory for a while.

The memories of the two, like pieces of broken mirrors, were quickly split, distorted, reorganized, and disillusioned before Zheng Xiu's eyes.

Zheng Xiu understood.

The woman in front of her is Feng Bei.

He is Zheng Xiu.

Just as in real history, Gongsun Mo couldn't look exactly like Zheng Xiu, Xie Luohe couldn't look like Feng Bei either.

He is Zheng Xiu, she is Feng Bei, it's as simple as that.

But at the same time, Zheng Xiu also found that he was wrong.

Big mistakes.

He shouldn't focus solely on "memory", but on "cognition"!
In Fengbei's cognition, she is Xie Luohe!

Even though she has the memory of Fengbei and everything about Fengbei, in her cognition, it is all a dream, a false dream.

Fengbei's "cognition" has been tampered with.

Feng Bei's existence itself was swallowed up by the "Xie Luo River" and became the "Xie Luo River"!
Not because of memory, but because of "cognition".

"It's useless to only have Fengbei's memory."

"So that's it, this is the real cannibal painting."

"Just like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, when he woke up he couldn't tell whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou."

"Everything is messed up and wrong."

"Chaotic time and space, chaotic cognition."

"It's me, I underestimated this place, thinking it's just a ghost!"

It was precisely because when Zheng Xiu said that sentence in Xie Luohe, Zheng Xiu suddenly woke up, thinking carefully and terrified.

This place is like a quagmire, causing all those who are caught in the world of the painting to become cognitively confused and completely become another person.

Really... cannibalism!

In cannibal paintings, what is eaten is not the human body, but the human heart!

Recalling everything he had experienced as "Gongsun Mo", Zheng Xiu recalled the sudden headache he had when facing the former imperial teacher.

Zheng Xiu touched his forehead. On the flat skull, an inconspicuous pimple quietly bulged between the brows.

"It turns out that this is not a simple battle between humans and ghosts, but a battle between strange people and strange people, and even a battle between strange things and strange things."

In Gongsun Mo's picture scroll, [Prisoner], [Executioner], [Painter], [Ascetic Monk], the four sects gather together.

A table of mahjong, all together.

Zheng Xiu even suspects that if he is not the "Prisoner", it is very likely that at the moment he is swallowed into the cannibal painting, he will lose himself like Feng Bei now, and treat everything in the past as a big empty dream. I don't know.

call…

Zheng Xiu often exhaled a foul breath, and in an instant, Zheng Xiu's eyes returned to calm.

He lowered his hand that had been raised for a long time, and meticulously sketched a woman in black with long hair on the white paper again.

"wrong."

Xie Luohe flicked his fingers, and a stone the size of a fingernail hit Zheng Xiu's chest like lightning.

click!
Zheng Xiu clearly heard the sound of ribs cracking. In the severe pain, Zheng Xiu's chest constricted, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, which stained the drawing paper.

"Redraw."

Xie Luohe turned a blind eye to Zheng Xiu's vomiting blood, and ordered indifferently.

"it is good."

Zheng Xiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and painted again.

Zheng Xiu drew the same portrait on the drawing paper again and again, and every time when he was about to add the finishing touch, Xie Luohe used the same posture and the same force to pop out a stone and hit the same place on Zheng Xiu's chest.

As mouthfuls of blood were spat out, Zheng Xiu's face became paler and paler. Surrounding him, discarded paper stained with blood and ink was scattered on the ground.

"Wrong, redraw."

"it is good."

"Wrong, redraw."

"it is good."

"Wrong, redraw."

"it is good."

Above the dome of Yunhe village, under the white clouds, the conversation between Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu was just a simple back and forth.

If you ask me to draw, I will draw.

If you think the drawing is wrong, just redraw it.

Zheng Xiu is very clear about the scene in front of him, and he has long been out of Gongsun Mo's memory, because based on his understanding of Gongsun Mo, the ancestral precepts are as important as Mount Tai, and it is absolutely impossible for him to violate the ancestral precepts and submit to Xie Luohe's female power to paint a portrait of Xie Luohe .

The Xie Luohe back then may have fallen for no reason because of Gongsun Mo's stupid stubbornness, who knows.But now, the development of the story is moving more and more in the direction that Zheng Xiu expected.

Zheng Xiu vaguely guessed the key to cracking the cannibal painting.

"Stop drawing."

At some point, Xie Luohe stepped down from the stone and stood in front of the scholar who was painting with blood on his face.

It was almost dusk, Xie Luohe turned his back to the setting sun, and the golden glow gathered around the Xieluo River, making her figure a little more dreamy and unreal.

Before he knew it, Zheng Xiu painted all day long.

Just as he was about to answer, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Although Xie Luohe was merciful, but at this moment he was really powerless, how could he withstand Xie Luohe's beating, his body was already covered in bruises.

After a while of shaking, Zheng Xiu's eyes turned black, and he slapped the ink that had not yet dried up. The blood and ink mixed and overflowed from Zheng Xiu's fingers. The red and black colors were particularly dazzling on the white drawing paper.

Facing the miserable situation of the scholar, Xie Luohe reached out and snatched the brush from Zheng Xiu's hand, and thrust it back.

The painting pen is nailed straight into the stone wall.

Zheng Xiu shook his head and smiled, pretending that Xie Luohe was having a temper, without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to pull the paintbrush out of the rock.

Pull up.

pull up...

Did not move.

Zheng Xiu changed another one depressed, and was about to paint again, Xie Luohe did the same again.

Another nib was inserted next to the previous paintbrush, and the shiny black hair trembled slightly in the wind.

Zheng Xiu was annoyed: "Why? Didn't you ask me to draw it?"

Xie Luohe: "You drew it wrong. Since you can't draw it, don't draw it."

"If you make a mistake, you will make a mistake, just repaint."

"I'd rather die than paint?"

"Don't worry, I can paint another day."

"Hehe, kill you, dirty my hands."

"is it?"

Zheng Xiu looked into Xie Luohe's eyes, but Xie Luohe didn't speak any more.

The two just looked at each other quietly.

face to face

Zheng Xiu suddenly laughed.

Xie Luohe frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

"I just think it's funny. So I pretended to be Zheng Shan in front of Fengbei for so long. She actually suspected that I was Zheng Xiu, but there was no evidence. No, it's over..." Zheng Xiu patted his head and said angrily: "I guess Zheng E was also exposed."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Xiu smiled and looked at Xie Luohe: "You said, right?"

Xie Luohe was silent.

Zheng Xiu said again: "No wonder you brought me to Yunhe Village. It turned out that it was because I called 'Fengbei' in the teahouse."

The silent Xie Luohe had an imperceptible fluctuation in his left eye, a little more contempt in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "Do you really think that I am not willing to kill you?"

Zheng Xiu shook his head with a smile, but he didn't answer. He remained sitting at the table and looked up at Feng Bei.

"I'm even more curious, since you have all the memories of 'Fengbei', why do you think you are 'Xie Luohe'."

Xie Luohe: "It's just to break the mystery of the womb and know the past and present lives. It's boring. But you, bound by the 'past life', live like an unbearable actor."

"Past life and present life? The mystery in the womb?" Zheng Xiu was slightly surprised, but Lu Lu suddenly said, "So that's how it is."

It seems that it is a bit difficult to reverse Fengbei's cognition again.

"It was a dream."

A confident smile reappeared on Xie Luohe's beautiful face.

Zheng Xiu smiled and said nothing.

Xie Luohe smiled even wider: "You don't believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Zheng Xiu said, coughed twice, and coughed up a mouthful of blood again.But he opened the clothes on his chest, first put two fingers together, and tapped on his left shoulder, and then slowly slashed down to the right with two fingers, across a piece of shockingly swollen and purple skin, all the way to the upper right abdomen.

After Zheng Xiu finished the gesture of "opening my chest" slowly, he said with a smile, "Unless, you kill me."

"Boring." Xie Luohe put his hands behind his back, turned and walked towards the cabin with a blank expression on his face.

"You're in a hurry."

Xie Luohe stopped abruptly.

She is in a hurry.

Seeing Xie Luohe stop, Zheng Xiu became more determined.

"Let's take it as the mystery of your broken pregnancy. But I'm sure, you won't kill me."

"You think this is an entanglement between past and present lives, but you don't admit it. But I have no grievances with you. If you kill me, it means you admit this entanglement."

"Kill me, and you lose."

Xie Luohe squeezed his fist.

Zheng Xiu continued: "Even if not, you will not kill me, because in your eyes, I am the only one who knows the secret of Duke Nie's treasure house. Obviously, you care about this secret."

"Yes." Xie Luohe turned around, nodded and said calmly.

She didn't agree with the first half of Zheng Xiu's sentence.But Zheng Xiu's second half seems to have given Xie Luohe a step. She walked down the trend and threw the three volumes of ancient paintings in front of the repair.

Zheng Xiu spread out the scroll and took a look, only to understand why there are three volumes.

As the name suggests, the map of the four seasons painted by Gongsun Huasheng is divided into four volumes: spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Among them, "Late Maple and Autumn Intentions" was torn in half during the competition between the two owners of Lihua Villa and Meihua Villa. These are two volumes.

Zheng Xiu opened the third volume and was shocked.

The picture scroll shows a clear pond, on which lotus flowers are in full bloom, and a curving pagoda tree is planted beside it. Clusters of pagoda flowers on the pagoda tree are like stars, reflecting the greenness of the lotus leaves.

And on the locust tree, there was a lump of black stains, as if it was accidentally stained.But if you look closely, the stain was clearly painted with the technique of "swinging ink", and then the thickness of the ink was adjusted with the tip of the pen, and the delicate texture of insect wings was outlined in twos and twos, becoming a vivid summer cicada.

"Green lotus midsummer picture!"

Zheng Xiu blurted out the name of this ancient painting.

"Then tell me, where is Mr. Nie's treasure house, and I will let you leave Yunhe Village. From now on, I will have nothing to do with you."

Then I can't say anything more.

Zheng Xiu was thinking in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on the pieced together complete autumn intention and the intact midsummer picture.Perhaps it was because the artist's soul was burning. Although he decided not to tell Xie Luohe where the Niegong's treasure house was, it didn't prevent him from looking at it, and he wouldn't get pregnant after looking at it.

But looking left and right, Zheng Xiu can only see that his grandfather's painting skills are extremely exquisite, but he can't see the clues.

He weighed the two scrolls and wondered whether the secret of the painting could be solved in other ways.For example, throw it into the stove and burn it, break it and then stand it up, and burn something.

How could Xie Luohe know at this moment that the thief in front of him was having the bold idea of ​​burning the painting, watching Zheng Xiu playing with the scroll without saying a word, until the sun set and the night fell, Xie Luohe could not hide the disappointment in his eyes: "It seems that you don't want to say. "

Zheng Xiu panted heavily, and smiled slightly: "Is it possible that this secret can only be revealed after collecting all four scrolls?"

Xie Luohe shook his head, walked towards Zheng Xiu step by step, and said as he walked: "Do you really think that I, Xie Luohe, are so easy to deceive? You clearly can't see the secret of the map of the four seasons, so don't be too self-righteous. Even without you, even if there is no map of the four seasons, I, Xie Luohe If you dig all over the world, you must also dig out the treasure house of Mr. Nie."

A series of black lines emerged, and Xie Luohe's jet-black long hair danced behind her without any wind. She slowly stretched out her hand to Zheng Xiu's stunned face, approaching little by little, with a cruel smile on the corner of her lips, Let Xie Luohe at this moment look like a female devil walking out of the darkness.

"Since you know Fengbei, you should know what will happen to you if I touch you with my hand."

Zheng Xiu was not afraid, and asked back: "Since you know that it is unknown, you should know that it has no effect on me."

"Really?" Xie Luohe's hand approached a little closer, so close to Zheng Xiu's face. "Zheng Shan is Zheng Shan, and you are you, Gongsun Mo."

"Snapped."

Xie Luohe's fair hand patted Zheng Xiu's face lightly, and then he burst into a hearty laugh, and the ugly black lines on his face faded away.She smiled and patted Zheng Xiu's face, looking at Zheng Xiu who was shocked by her moodiness, Xie Luohe raised her long hair covering her right eye in front of Zheng Xiu, and approached suddenly.

Her eyes just missed Zheng Xiu's eyes, and the two staring eyes almost stuck together.

The warm breath from Xie Luohe Tan's mouth gently breathed on Zheng Xiu's face.

The atmosphere seemed charming, but when Zheng Xiu saw Xie Luohe's right eye clearly, he was shocked.

In Xie Luohe's right eye, there is no word "Ding Wei", in other words, there is no unique mark in her right eye.

"I'm not that person, you're wrong."

Xie Luohe turned and left again, walking very fast, the afterimage moved, and disappeared from Zheng Xiu's eyes in a blink of an eye, entering the small wooden house where he lived alone.

On the dome, in the dark night, Zheng Xiu was the only one left.

Snapped!
Zheng Xiu suddenly slapped the table and shouted towards the wooden house where Xie Luohe lived alone.

"I don't change my name when I walk, and I don't change my surname when I sit. Zheng Haoran's Zheng is a cultivator of self-cultivation! Zheng Shan is me, and Zheng E is me too! Only it's not Gongsun Mo!"

There was dead silence in the room, and there was no response.

"Xie Luohe, do you dare to bet with me once!"

The oil lamps were lit inside the house, shaking faintly.

"I, Zheng Xiu, want you to Xie Luohe, willingly admit that you are Fengbei, and change back to Fengbei!"

"The time limit is before you find all four pictures of spring, summer, autumn and winter!"

"You just need to die and refuse to admit it, and you will win! If you win, I will tell you the secret of the Four Seasons Map and the location of Mr. Nie's treasure house!"

A cold voice came from the room.

"What if you lose?"

A large amount of blood spilled from the corner of Zheng Xiu's mouth, and he grinned, the red teeth of the blood and the white of the teeth were exceptionally bright, and the smile was bright.

"There is no Zheng Xiu in the world, only Gongsun Mo!"

Boom!

Just as Zheng Xiu finished speaking, the clear sky and blue night suddenly became pale, and a thunderbolt flashed away in the night sky.

thump.

Zheng Xiu slammed his head on the table, exhausted, bleeding profusely, and passed out.

(End of this chapter)