man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 170 Peeping into the door again, the new painter (5000-word chapter)
Xie Luohe nodded when he heard the words, and stopped talking with a sullen face.

Xiao Tao blushed and rubbed the ink for the young master, her dexterous hands folded up and down to hold the long strip of inkstone tightly, drawing circles back and forth in the jade inkstone.

One is heavy and one is light, one is smooth and one is reverse, the technique is jerky, and sincerity is better.

Xiao Tao shakes and grinds again and again, with the artistic conception of "lightly gathering, slowly twisting, wiping and picking".

"Young master, it's all right."

Zheng Xiu tried the thickness of the ink, and praised: "Not bad."

"Young master's praise."

Xiaotao lowered her head shyly.

Zheng Xiu gave Xiaotao a strange look.

Just grind ink, you blush with a hammer.

How could this child be so impure.

Zheng Xiu was deeply moved by Gongsun Mo's affair, while Xie Luohe saw the interaction between the two, and urged, "Hurry up."

"My lord, miss, can Xiaotao... just watch?"

Xiaotao vaguely heard from her family that the more talented a painter is, the more eccentric she is.

Some paintings do not like to be seen by others, some like to be seen by others, some like to watch others, and some like to watch together.

Xiaotao understands.

So she asked the question cautiously, expecting and apprehensive, for fear that Zheng Xiu and Xie Luohe would not agree.

"It's okay."

Zheng Xiu smiled, rolled up his sleeves and raised his pen. He glanced at Xie Luohe, and when he was about to write, he picked it up again, looked at Xie Luohe's cold face and said helplessly: "Didn't you like to laugh before? I won't laugh this time. Do you know that your expression is just like..."

"Shut up." Xie Luohe beat the scholar yesterday. He wanted to use this to end the entanglement of the previous life, but unexpectedly, the scholar was not afraid of death, and climbed up to paint for her, which made Xie Luohe feel a little irritable today for no reason.When Zheng Xiu pointed out that her expression looked like "a person in a dream" at the moment, Xie Luohe sneered and said, "If you make a mistake, you will know the consequences."

After finishing speaking, Xie Luohe raised his hand, and pressed down from the air, a long arrow pierced through the wooden door strangely, nailed to Xie Luohe's feet, and its tail feathers shook violently.

In fact, both Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu knew it in their hearts at the moment.

It doesn't really matter whether Zheng Xiu paints or not, what he paints.In fact, the two were angry, betting, and arguing about the same thing.

Painting is just a medium.

Perhaps others, such as Xiaotao and Xie Yunliu, could not understand what Zheng Xiu and Xie Luohe were arguing about even after hearing about it.

Xie Luohe's "dream" has troubled her for many years. When she heard someone shouting "that name" in the tea shop, she was shocked, but she didn't show it at the time.

Xie Luohe's situation is exactly the opposite of Zheng Xiu's.

She didn't know that the world she was in was just a picture scroll left by Gongsun Mo.

The memory fusion of the two is now dominated by Xie Luohe.

This situation is like a double personality, Xie Luohe doesn't know the danger, but Zheng Xiu understands it.If he loses this contest of ideas, Feng Bei's personality may completely disappear and become Xie Luohe completely. This is not what Zheng Xiu wants to see.

Before Zheng Xiu entered the painting, he thought that he only needed to "bring out" Fengbei. He even imagined that the painting was full of ghosts and monsters, and monsters everywhere.However, the current situation is far more complicated and treacherous than what Zheng Xiu had guessed at first, and the danger is hidden under the peace.

The reason why Zheng Xiu, after Xie Luohe revealed his identity, turned against the army and deliberately used "gambling" to provoke Xie Luohe, was to shake Xie Luohe's mentality and try to stimulate Fengbei's personality.

I knew I should have taken psychology as an elective in college back then.

"Don't move, just smile, yes, it's good."

Zheng Xiu wrote, not giving Xie Luohe another chance to get mad, and said calmly.

When Zheng Xiu just drew the first stroke, he noticed something was wrong.Although he is no longer affected by Gongsun Mo's memory, Gongsun Mo's understanding of Danqing's painting seems to be engraved in his muscles.In reality, Zheng Xiu is also a [painter] strange person who has become a talent through self-taught and has glimpsed the way. His painting skills are not top-notch, but they are definitely not bad.

But when the pictures in his pen gradually took shape, Zheng Xiu deeply realized the gap between his half-baked level and "everyone".Maybe Gongsun Mo has not yet become famous and cannot be called a "great master", but he is indeed from the Danqing family, and he has been influenced by a painter since he was a child. It is difficult for Zheng Xiu to stand shoulder to shoulder with Gongsun Mo.

As Zheng Xiu was painting, he entered a state of ecstasy, with no other voices in his ears, and no one else in front of him.

He could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing, and only Xie Luohe and the ancestral paintbrush in his hand were left in front of him.

"What are you drawing?"

Hearing the slight sound coming from behind, Xie Luohe couldn't help but look back.I saw that the scholar seemed to be a completely different person after holding the pen.

That feeling is like a top chivalrous man drawing out his long sword, a world-renowned general riding a horse, and a royal chef holding a kitchen knife.

Xie Luohe wanted to ask what Zheng Xiu was painting, because from Zheng Xiu's perspective, it was impossible to see her face, and Zheng Xiu could only see his back from the perspective of painting.Xie Luohe was puzzled, and when he was about to ask, he was slightly taken aback by the man's posture when he was painting, and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

The word "professional" came to Xie Luohe's mind vaguely.

Know it at a glance.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of another person appeared in Xie Luohe's mind, the person who appeared repeatedly in the dream-Zheng Shan.

roll.

roll.

Get out!

get out.

I'm Xie Luohe.

You are Fengbei.

I am not you, you are not me.

Xie Luohe turned his head and his back was facing him.With distracting thoughts in her heart, she clenched her fists tightly, and the long arrow at her feet was trembling slightly with Xie Luohe's mentality ups and downs. The stone surface around the arrow feathers, with this slight tremor, tiny cracks spread outward.

Time passed quietly.

It was noon in a blink of an eye.

Zheng Xiu took longer to paint than imagined, but one person was immersed in the art, and the other was caught in unspeakable entanglements, and no one noticed that the time passed like this.

"All right."

Until Zheng Xiu let out a long sigh of relief, and put the brush on the pen holder.

Xie Luohe opened his eyes, and with a random move with his right hand, the long arrow nailed to the stone wall trembled upwards and fell into Xie Luohe's hands.

With a smile on his face, Xie Luohe crossed the flowers barefoot and walked towards Zheng Xiu.

She wanted to see who the scholar drew.

When Xie Luohe saw Zheng Xiu's "masterpiece", the dangerous smile on his face suddenly froze.

After a moment of sluggishness, Xie Luohe smiled angrily: "Who are you painting?"

"It's you, definitely you."

Zheng Xiu put down his sleeves, gently blew on the rice paper to dry some ink stains, and said with a smile.

"you!"

Xie Luohe was angry.

On the scroll, a mountain peak was outlined with a few thick ink strokes. There was a flower bush on the mountain peak, and a simple log cabin stood in front of the flower bush.

Beside the wooden house, a woman with long hair and bare feet is looking at the undulating sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

Xie Luohe recognized at a glance that Zheng Xiu's painting was here, and the woman in the painting, Xie Luohe recognized at a glance, it was her, it was Xie Luohe, not Fengbei.

But the problem is,

What Zheng Xiu drew was the back view! !

Ask you to draw people, but you actually draw backs!

Xie Luohe became angry all of a sudden, with murderous look in his eyes.

"I said, I will draw you this time, Xie Luohe."

Xie Luohe closed and opened his eyes, returning to calm.She didn't expect the scholar to play such a boring trick.

What does this mean?
"Boring." Xie Luohe suppressed his anger, and said calmly: "Since the painting is done, you can go. I am Xie Luohe."

Xiao Tao was a few steps away, Xie Luohe didn't mention too much, but the last sentence seemed to say, you can paint, it's useless, I won't be shaken by it, and you won't win the game because of it. Weird gamble, pointless.

She didn't ask Zheng Xiu to draw again. In fact, although Zheng Xiu played around the edges, he did draw the Xie Luo River, so he couldn't be wrong.

Xie Luohe knows that she is different from Fengbei, even though she has the same appearance, even though she has Fengbei's dream, she can tell the difference very clearly, Fengbei is Fengbei, she is her.

Dreams don't become reality, and reality doesn't become a dream.

Zheng Xiu slowly packed up the painting tools and carried the bamboo basket on his back, Xie Luohe didn't see a hint of disappointment hidden in Zheng Xiu's calm eyes.

"At this time tomorrow morning, I will be waiting on time at the top of the mountain, one set per day, until you lose."

Zheng Xiu endured the pain and climbed down the rope ladder.

Xiaotao took the corridor.

Before leaving, Xiaotao said: "Miss, Xiaotao will take you back to the room."

Until the two left, the Xieluo River was in a mess in the wind.

and many more.

Scholar, what do you mean?
Come tomorrow?

"Who do you think I am, Xie Luohe, and what kind of place do you think Yunhe Village is? You can come whenever you want, go up when you want, and don't leave if you don't want to go?"

Xie Luohe shook the long arrow in his hand, and there was a sound of explosion, shooting towards the sky.

Zheng Xiu left the "Image of Xie Luohe's Back" on the case. Xie Luohe looked at the painting, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he raised his white palm to shatter the painting and the table together.

Hands raised and lowered, falling into the air, Xie Luohe froze.

After a while of silence, Xie Luohe stepped forward, put away the scroll, and looked at it carefully in his hand.

downstairs.

"You are alive?"

Xie Yunliu was actually watching, watching Zheng Xiu walk down the mountain safely, dumbfounded.

Zheng Xiu wondered: "You still expect me to die?"

Xie Yunliu chuckled: "I wanted to collect your corpse."

Zheng Xiu: "..."

Looking down, when Zheng Xiu was painting Xie Luohe, the turbulent group of bandits below had already dissipated and went back to their homes.

"Which one of you won?"

Zheng Xiu casually asked about the result of the two people's sparring.

"Hey, do you think I, Xie Yunliu, will lose?"

"Chu Chengfeng, can't beat you?" Zheng Xiu asked in surprise.

Xie Yunliu smiled triumphantly, and grabbed his thick hair vigorously.

Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Yunliu's thick hair on top of his head thoughtfully.

Zheng Xiu dragged his heavy body, carrying a bamboo basket, ready to enter the prison again.

This time he painted for Xie Luohe, but Zheng Xiu didn't get a glimpse of the way.Although somewhat disappointed, it was also within Zheng Xiu's expectations.If you can see the door casually, there will not be so few strange people in the world.

Zheng Xiu discovered that in this world where martial arts prevail, there is no such thing as "thaumaturgy".

Although Zheng Xiu doesn't understand why, he has experienced so much, and he has doubts in his heart. Why did the martial arts disappear 200 years ago, and why did the world line shift after he rescued Fengbei 200 years later, and "Ye Weiyang" was born. After the "Thaumaturgy", Zheng Xiu had a vague feeling that part of his doubts would be able to find the answer in the world of the painting, following Gongsun Mo's footsteps.

The survival of this cannibal painting is a kind of evidence.

"Alien" and "thaumaturgy" existed 200 years ago, but there is no evidence of more traces left.

"Only paint Xieluo River, same time, same place, same picture every day. This is the rule."

"The stricter the rules are, the more opportunities you have to get a glimpse of the door."

"With Gongsun Mo's muscle memory and Zheng Shan's experience of seeing the way of a 'painter', it's not difficult. It's just a matter of time."

"As long as Xie Luohe doesn't get mad."

"But now it seems that Xie Luohe said it doesn't matter, but in fact, she also has Fengbei's memory in her heart."

"It's like living another person in your head. It's uncomfortable."

Xie Luohe was clearly using Zheng Xiu to kill "Fengbei" as a demon, but Zheng Xiu tried every means to make "Fengbei" regain the upper hand. He and Xie Luohe were destined to stand on opposite sides.

If it were in a normal world, it would undoubtedly be cruel for him to treat Xie Luohe like this.Zheng Xiu could only keep telling himself that everything in front of him was fake, it didn't exist, it was all drawn by Gongsun Mo, and everything was illusory. After a while of comforting, Zheng Xiu continued to think of ways to attack Xieluo River, Eliminate Xie Luohe's personality.

As soon as Zheng Xiu entered the cage to rest, he unexpectedly found that the other three cages were empty.

Feeling puzzled, Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and rested in his comfort zone.

The airtight cell environment made Zheng Xiu feel at ease.

Before dusk, Xie Yunliu came.

He brought a message that Xie Luohe let him not have to squat in the cage.

Although Zheng Xiu was helpless about this, he didn't dare to disobey Xie Luohe openly at this time, so he could only accept it.

"By the way, where are they?"

Zheng Xiu asked Chu Chengfeng where they went.

Xie Yunliu's answer made Zheng Xiu's eyes widen: "What did you say? The three of them, Chu Chengfeng and the others, turned to darkness and became bandits?"

The three of Chu Chengfeng and the others, led by other "senior", rode out on horseback to familiarize themselves with the business scope of Yunhe Village.

Outrageous.

"Bah! What nonsense are the good-looking scholars talking about, they are turning to the light!"

Xie Yunliu released Zheng Xiu viciously, telling him not to look down on the promising profession of banditry.

Xie Yunliu cursed and brought Zheng Xiu back to the room. This time Xie Yunliu went up to talk to his sister for some reason, and he didn't take Zheng Xiu as a prisoner anymore, and the locks were not even locked.

"By the way, Brother Xie, there is one thing I want to ask you."

Before leaving, Zheng Xiushen held Xie Yunliu mysteriously and whispered in his ears.

"Do you have a medicine that can make people sleep until dawn?"

"Bastard!" Xie Yunliu was furious when he heard it: "What are you, a scholar, doing with sweat medicine!"

"Hush! Shh! Shh! Keep your voice down!" Zheng Xiu hurriedly covered Xie Yunliu's big mouth: "I'm very useful."

"You?" Xie Yunliu stared at Zheng Xiu with a fierce look in his eyes.Zheng Xiu quickly explained, he promised that it would never be used on Xie Luohe, how dare he.

When Xie Yunliu heard it, he suddenly understood, with a smile on his face that men can understand, and patted the scholar's thin shoulder: "I understand! I understand! I can't see it, scholar, so you like this way! Good! I, Xie Yunliu, have always been righteous. , since you have spoken, I am willing to be an adult!"

There were only two women in the village, Xiaotao and Xie Luohe. Xie Yunliu expected to give the scholar 1 courage but would not dare to put the sweat medicine on Xie Luohe, so the answer was ready to come.

It seems that scholars still know how to play, throwing their arms around and dislike it, and like to use force.

"This time, I, thank you, look at you with admiration!"

Before leaving, Xie Yunliu promised to get it within three days, and gave Zheng Xiu a thumbs up to express his admiration.

Next, Zheng Xiuxiu did not wait for Xie Luohe to greet him every day, he took the initiative to climb to the top of the mountain and sat there, waiting for Xie Luohe to wake up.

Some rumors gradually spread in Yunhe village. They guessed that the scholar had taken a fancy to the master, but naturally they didn't dare to speak nonsense, and they all said it secretly in their hearts.It's just that many people are not optimistic about scholars. If a woman is a tiger, then Dadaojia is the most ferocious tigress in the world. Whoever touches it will die. They only laugh at this stupid scholar who doesn't know how to live or die, and uses the stupid way of a scholar to think To please the master.

Xiao Tao still wants to come to serve the bed every night, but after learning of Xiao Tao's age, Zheng Xiu politely refuses and stays alone in the vacant room.

After the three of Chu Chengfeng joined Yunhe Village as bandits, they were sent to the sentry post. People watched them all day long, fearing that they would pretend to surrender but actually wanted to run away. Zheng Xiu didn't find a chance to ask Chu Chengfeng why he became a bandit.

Day by day, Zheng Xiu obeyed the rules every day.

What he draws for Xie Luohe every day is still the back view.

He has never painted Xie Luohe's frontal face, but since the first day, Xie Luohe seems to have fallen in love with the scholar. You can paint as you like, and I don't bother with you. After the scholar leaves, Xie Luohe always keeps the scholar in the case silently. Put away the calligraphy on the table and put it in the box.

She gradually got used to the habit of someone painting for her on time every day.

No.40 six days.

It's cold, and winter is coming.

When Zheng Xiu climbed to the top of the mountain early in the morning, the blue flowers had already withered. He happened to see Xie Luohe facing the withered flower field, and his back was a bit lonely.She didn't even look at Zheng Xiu, Zheng Xiu silently placed the painting utensils in the old position, and drew the back of Xie Luohe at this time with all his heart.

This time, Zheng Xiu drew more carefully and attentively than before. He no longer thought about how to play the side ball, let alone painted Xie Luohe on the surface with Fengbei in his heart.

puff.

The moment the brush was put down, Zheng Xiu's eyes went dark, and his consciousness sank into the abyss.

No. 60 days.

Snow fell outside the mountain, and the whole mountain was covered with silver makeup.

Chu Chengfeng and the others finally got their approval, and they turned from trainee bandits to full-timers.

Chu Chengfeng and Zheng Xiu exchanged a wink, but after the exchange, no one could understand the other's wink, and they were lonely instead.

Xie Yunliu held a grand banquet for Chu Chengfeng and the three of them to officially join the group, with delicious wine and pork, and a full meal.

Zheng Xiu, as the only cultural person on the field, immediately sang a song "When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky for wine".

Xie Yunliu was so proud that he was so drunk that Zheng Xiu took the opportunity to secretly put the expired Mongolian sweat medicine hidden for two months into Xie Yunliu's wine jar.

The next day.

The bandits who were staggering here and there woke up in a daze with a roar, and opened their eyes.

I saw Xie Yunliu jumping up and down in the cottage, roaring while jumping.

"Which bastard shaved off all my hair and chest hair! Get the fuck out of here, I won't kill you if I don't kill you!!!"

The thieves in the whole village heard the sound and went to watch the excitement.

When they saw Xie Yunliu with a big, bald head, with delicate features and no toughness like before, after a short silence, deafening laughter erupted in Yunhe Village.

(End of this chapter)