man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 172 "It's Done." (2 in 1 large chapter)

Now Zheng Xiu only thinks that Xie Luohe has good hearing.

What is the sound of all things.

Who won't brag.

But Zheng Xiu really admired him. He and Chu Chengfeng could hear the whispers between him and Chu Chengfeng from such a distance.

When Zheng Xiu wanted to ask questions from the side.

Xie Luohe lacked interest and didn't want to mention more.

She looks in a bad mood.

Some people always say that moody people are not easy to get along with.

But Zheng Xiu felt that Xie Luohe was easy to get along with.

Because she is much more angry than happy.

It's okay not to provoke her.

Currently, Zheng Xiu only vaguely guessed the direction to rescue Fengbei, but failed to find out how to implement it.

Deciphering the mystery of cannibal paintings may be Zheng Xiu's only hope at present.

In order to decipher the painting of cannibals, in the end, perhaps we have to start with the "gate way thaumaturgy". At the same time, we need to go further into Gongsun Mo's memory, follow Gongsun Mo's footsteps, and figure out why Gongsun Mo drew this terrible picture .

What the hell is it for.

Perhaps this is the key to truly unlocking cannibalism.

To put it bluntly - motivation.

When Zheng Xiu used the method of "Prisoner" several times to go back and forth between the two worlds in a mental state, knowing that the time in the cannibal painting was almost at a standstill, which was completely different from the passage of time in the outside world, Zheng Xiu practiced his skills in the cannibal painting with peace of mind.

The experience of life-and-death confrontation with the Treasure King in Baili Village made Zheng Xiu deeply realize that this kind of cycle and reincarnation is not without benefits for him.

Even though his experience in ghosts and monsters will return to the original point with "cycle", "restart", and "file reading", the experience accumulated in each cycle will remain and become Zheng Xiu's experience value.

The fighting in Baili Village gave Zheng Xiu far more perseverance than ordinary people.

Facing the current situation, he didn't panic at all.

gradually.

Zheng Xiu felt that his understanding and attainment of "Danqing" was constantly improving with the progress of daily tasks.

Although this meager improvement is only a "little bit" day and night, Zheng Xiu can clearly feel that he is moving forward step by step in the [painter] doorway.

He can feel it.

Xie Luohe laughed at Zheng Xiu's overreaching and wanting to win the world for Chu, but when she let Zheng Xiu go down, she still casually threw out the two volumes of Four Seasons Map.

"Return to the original owner."

Xie Luohe left a faint sentence and entered the house.

Just as the door of the cabin was about to close tightly, Zheng Xiu said something abruptly.

"Would you like to put a couplet or something next to the door? It will not only add joy, but also make more changes. Otherwise, your house will really look exactly like Fengbei's home in your previous life..."

Ding!
"roll."

A long arrow shot through the door, passed through Zheng Xiu's armpit, and disappeared.

Zheng Xiu quickly put the two volumes of Four Seasons into his arms, and swallowed the last two words alive.

She is in a hurry.

Zheng Xiu happily walked down the hill from the corridor, and the smile on his face gradually became presumptuous.

After getting along for two months, Zheng Xiu gradually grasped Xie Luohe's bottom line.

Zheng Xiu never went too far.

Just right.

I don't know when Zheng Xiu stopped climbing the rope ladder.

Xie Luohe acquiesced in this matter.

Zheng Xiu returned to the room, closed the door tightly, opened two scrolls and pondered carefully.

It wasn't until night, when the house was dark, that when Xiaotao kindly lit the oil lamp for the young master when delivering meals, Zheng Xiu stretched himself and rubbed the center of his brows.

Seeing that the young master seemed to have some back pain, Xiaotao took the initiative to get close to Zheng Xiu's back, silently kneading Zheng Xiu's shoulders with a pair of skillful hands.

The method is in place.

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, enjoying Xiaotao's service.

"Young master, did you draw this?"

"No." Zheng Xiu smiled and shook his head.

Xiaotao squeezed and squeezed, her little hands paused, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she wondered: "But Xiaotao clearly remembers that this painting is Miss's treasure, and she always secretly takes it out to look at it under the lamp at night, how could Miss be willing to take it out?" Give this painting to you, my lord?"

"Thanks……"

Zheng Xiu was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and just as he said something, he suddenly remembered Xie Luohe's "shunfeng ear", and quickly said: "There is nothing to be reluctant to part with, the boss is disgusting and kind, the person is very kind, and the pattern is very big, how can you be stingy?" Besides, this is the calligraphy left by my grandfather."

Xiao Tao muttered softly: "But the eldest lady is not 'evil-faced', she looks so beautiful, Xiao Tao is very envious."

Zheng Xiu wished he could slap himself in the face, he didn't pay attention to using the wrong word all of a sudden, he shouldn't suppress it first and then raise it, he should raise it to the end to deal with this kind of favorable ear.

"correct."

Zheng Xiu looked at these two volumes of four seasons for a whole day, but he didn't see any clues, so he asked casually, "Xiao Tao, what do you think of these two paintings?"

"Xiaotao thinks that the young master's painting is a hundred times better than the one above."

"Honesty is the most important thing in a person."

Xiao Tao pouted: "But Xiao Tao didn't lie, the master's painting is thousands of times better than this painting."

Zheng Xiu knew that Xiaotao didn't know how to appreciate.

She said this purely for her own sake, so she smiled and said no more.

Xiaotao asked the young master why he cared so much about these two paintings.

Zheng Xiu said with a smile: "It is said that this set of four seasons map hides a big secret."

"A big secret?" Xiao Tao's eyes lit up, and she covered her ears immediately: "Is this something Xiao Tao can hear?"

"It's okay."

Since Zheng Xiu knew about Xie Luohe's smooth ears, he became a little more cautious when speaking, not daring to say anything.

Anyway, he didn't see the secret himself. It is possible that the only national teacher who knew the secret was dead.

Xiao Tao squeezed Zheng Xiu's shoulders, the two chatted, Zheng Xiu told Xiao Tao a few stories, and it was late at night.

Xiao Tao carefully asked the young master if he needed anything else, but Zheng Xiu felt that the other places were not sour, so he refused, and told Xiao Tao to rest earlier.

The little girl left angrily.

The next day.

Zheng Xiu was woken up by the sound of horse hooves.

While washing up under Xiaotao's service, Zheng Xiu asked about the movements of the bandits.

Zheng Xiu guessed from the voice that there were about 200 people who went out.

Xiaotao didn't hide anything, saying that there was a shortage of food in the village, and the second master took his men and horses to hunt in person.

"hunt?"

Zheng Xiu frowned.

Xie Yunliu usually talks about hunting, but most of them go out to rob.

After winter, Yunhe village had no work for half a month. Xie Yunliu went out this time, but he didn't know if he had received any rumors, and he didn't know which caravan was going to be in trouble.

At night.

Xie Yunliu came back in a hurry with a group of people on his face.

Among those who went were three newcomers, Chu Chengfeng, Wen Shishan, and Xiao Buping.

By the way, Wen Shishan's identity as a woman disguised as a man has long been revealed, but the bandits seem to have heard of the grievances between Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan. Xie Yunliu even deliberately arranged the rooms of Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan next to each other, and there was a broken room on the wall. The hole is the size that people can drill through.

One by one is tacit about this.

Xie Yunliu's behavior when he came back made Zheng Xiu feel that something was wrong.

When he came back on weekdays, even if it was snowing, he would take off his shirt, or fight with Chu Chengfeng until midnight and get drunk together. The look of venting.As soon as he came back today, Xie Yunliu happily climbed up the dome, as if he had something important to say to his sister.

Zheng Xiu quickly found Xiao Buping whose mouth was leaking.

"Where did you go during the day?"

Xiao Buping curled his lips: "It's hunting."

He said and pointed to the eight wild boars brought back by the bandits.

I don't know where they got them from, but each wild boar weighs two to three hundred catties, which is enough to eat in the village for a while.

In addition to wild boars, they also brought back two carts of grain.

"Really go hunting? Didn't go anywhere else?"

Xiao Buping thought for a while, then shook his head: "That's not true, in fact, we killed ten wild boars in total, and then Xie Yunliu personally brought a group of cronies to a nearby town to exchange for food."

"For food? Isn't there anything strange about it?"

"Strange! Of course it's strange! Good-looking bandits and thieves don't want to snatch it, but Xie Yunliu wants to take wild boar meat to the town to trade. Damn it, if I, Xiao Buping, hadn't traded in this job, I almost thought we were a group of hunters who specialize in hunting in the mountains Serious people."

"No, I mean, Xie Yunliu went to the town, did it make you feel a little weirder?"

It is certainly strange that the good-looking bandits don't rob, but trade meat for food.

But what Zheng Xiu wants to know is not these.

He always felt that Xie Yunliu seemed to know something.

When Zheng Xiu asked repeatedly, Xiao Buping finally said something.

He said that Xie Yunliu looked very happy after he came back from the town, and that joy was even more exaggerated than the last time he robbed a box of silver.

"By the way, what are you asking these for?"

Xiao Buping stared at the scholar wonderingly.

After Zheng Xiu fooled it with a few words, he paid attention to Xie Yunliu's movements.

Because of the hunting harvest, the bandits got drunk again that night.

When painting Xie Luohe's back the next day, before Zheng Xiu left, Xie Luohe, who usually ignored Zheng Xiu, suddenly asked.

"What do you see in those two pictures of the four seasons?"

Zheng Xiu shook his head and said honestly, "I can't tell."

Xie Luohe was silent.

Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe, and after being silent for half a minute, he couldn't help asking: "I've been here for so long, and you haven't even asked me, so aren't you curious that the national teacher told me before he died? What?"

Xie Luohe hooked his mouth and pointed to his ear.

Zheng Xiu was taken aback for a moment, cursing inwardly.

No wonder Xie Luohe didn't ask, it turned out that Xie Luohe had heard what the national teacher whispered in his ear before he died.

A veritable wind ear.

fuck.

Xie Luohe saw Zheng Xiu showing a devastated expression, turned around and walked towards the wooden house, feeling a faint sense of joy in his heart for some reason.

Hum hum.

fight me?
Xie Luohe said calmly: "After a while, you and I will take a long trip."

"I...with you?" The peace that lasted for more than two months was suddenly broken, and Zheng Xiu secretly thought that Xie Yunliu's strange reaction was correct.After thinking for a while, he suddenly thought of a possibility: "Have you found the whereabouts of the other two four seasons pictures?"

Xie Luohe nodded, opened the door and walked into the cabin.

Jingle.

When the Xieluo River entered the house, there was a breeze, and the crisp music came.It was only then that Zheng Xiu noticed that a string of wind chimes hung on the door frame of the Xieluohe wooden house at some point.

The corner of Zheng Xiu's mouth twitched, and he instantly understood what Xie Luohe meant.

With a string of bells hanging, it's different from Fengbei's house, right?

How about deceiving yourself?

Although Xie Luohe didn't say when to leave, Zheng Xiu felt a little uncomfortable thinking about leaving Yunhe village soon.

Forget it, it's time to move.

a few days later.

Taking advantage of Xie Yunliu's team patrolling the mountain, Zheng Xiu came to the workshop.

The leader of the workshop is a senior blacksmith, others call him Lao Jiao, in his sixtieth year.

When Lao Jiao was young, he also wandered in the street, living a life of licking blood from the knife edge.He started his career before he was 30 years old, changed his name and surname, and moved to the south, married a daughter-in-law, and raised a son.Later, when the son grew up, the fact that he was a bandit when he was young somehow leaked out, and there was still an old reward for him hanging in the government office.

Later, Lao Jiao chopped up three knife catchers on the spot, and escaped with a broken leg.He actually relied on his blacksmithing skills to make himself an iron leg, and dragged this heavy iron leg to escape for his life. After several twists and turns, he arrived at Yunhe Village and took charge of the workshop in Yunhe Village.

The bandit knives and armor pieces in Yunhe Village were all written by him.

Once at a banquet, Zheng Xiu heard him brag about the heroic story of "holding a knife from the street to the end of the street without blinking an eye". deep impression.

Because Zheng Xiu asked at the time: "Are your eyes dry?"

Zheng Xiu later heard that Lao Jiao's son was doing well now. He set up a pancake stand in a small town, sold pancakes, and married a daughter-in-law, who is now six months pregnant.

"Old Jiao!"

When Zheng Xiu came to the workshop, the coal stove in the workshop had already been turned off, and a charcoal basin was placed in front of Lao Jiao. While roasting the fire, he used a small knife to peel off the dead skin on his heels.

When Zheng Xiu spoke suddenly, Lao Jiao shook his hands in fright, and almost chipped off a piece of his heel.When he saw clearly that the person who came was Zheng Xiu, he immediately lost his temper.

Everyone knows that in the whole village, there are two people who can't fight or scold.

A scholar and a little peach.

Not all the way.

"Scholar, what are you doing here?"

Zheng Xiu cupped his hands towards Lao Jiao, smiling warmly: "Uncle, I want to ask you to do something."

"Please?" Lao Jiao put down the knife for peeling the skin of his feet, his eyes dimmed, and he asked in doubt, "Is it the job of the big boss?"

Zheng Xiu shook his head: "No."

"Don't even think about it, I won't turn on the stove until winter."

Lao Jiao flatly refused.

"Don't, why don't you listen first?" Zheng Xiu secretly stuffed a jug of wine into Lao Jiao's arms.

"what?"

Lao Jiao looked at the seal of the wine jar, his eyes lit up, Zheng Xiu's eyes blurred, and Lao Jiao covered the jug of wine in his arms.

"Where did it come from?"

"Hey, it's not that you don't know, Chu Chengfeng and I have a fatal friendship, I took it from his room."

It's just that I haven't had time to get his consent.

Zheng Xiu thought silently in his heart.

Now that Lao Jiao was able to talk, he smiled and put his hands on the top of the charcoal basin, only to see that his black knuckles were covered with calluses.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Before Zheng Xiu made a request, Lao Jiao guessed what Zheng Xiu wanted to do.

"I want to make a brush and use my hair." Zheng Xiu handed a bundle of hair that had been cut off in advance to Lao Jiao, and described the length, weight, and shape of the brush to Lao Jiao in detail.

At first, Lao Jiao didn't pay attention to it, but as he listened, Lao Jiao felt a strange smell and gasped for breath: "You want to make one..."

Lao Jiao hid the second half of his sentence, glanced at the dome inadvertently, and made a gesture of "raise the knife with his right hand" with his right hand, his eyes turned cold.

He had been ironing for Yunhe Village for half his life, when Zheng Xiu said this, he couldn't see that the iron pen that Zheng Xiu wanted to strike was clearly a handy weapon.

The front is painted, and the back is like a mallet. Hitting it with a mallet can kill people.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just a tool for painting." Zheng Xiu spread his white and delicate hands in front of Lao Jiao's eyes, and said with a smile, "Look at my hands, how dare I have any small thoughts."

Lao Jiao looked at the scholar's hand, and his doubts disappeared.

Not just a stylus.

"By the way, uncle, you see we are so familiar."

Zheng Xiu took a few steps closer and approached with a smile.

Old Jiao: "?"

"I just want to ask, do you have some materials for magic weapons hidden here, such as extraterrestrial meteorite, thousand-year-old cold iron, ten-thousand-year-old seabed gold, volcanic insoluble steel, etc. Give me a lot of weight It's a catty!"

When Lao Jiao heard this, he widened his eyes, looked at the scholar, and held back a word for a long time.

"roll!"

At first, Zheng Xiu thought it would take ten days and half a month to make the "painting utensils". Unexpectedly, it took only five days. One late night, Lao Jiao knocked on the door lightly outside. When Zheng Xiu opened the door, Lao Jiao didn't say anything. Stuffing a "painting tool" wrapped in black cloth into Zheng Xiu's arms, he turned his head and left.

Lao Jiao walked so fast that he didn't even give Zheng Xiu a chance to say thank you.

After closing the door tightly, Zheng Xiu secretly lit the lamp in the corner and took out the stylus.

The stylus is ten inches long, two fingers thick, and the hair at the end is Zheng Xiu's hair.

Zheng Xiu opened layers of black cloth and held the paintbrush in his hand, feeling heavy.

Swing it around the room a few times, although it is a little heavy for Zheng Xiu's current physique, but overall it is very handy, no matter how light it is, it won't kill anyone.

Zheng Xiu smiled slightly, walked to the corner and blew out the oil lamp.

In the darkness, Zheng Xiu bit his finger, and bright red blood leaked out. Zheng Xiu used the blood as ink, and swiped the stylus quickly in front of him.

After blinking.

In front of Zheng Xiu, there seemed to be a side of "paper" that didn't exist, and the blood ink was splashed on it, turning into a blood-colored flower bone.

The flower buds seem to be alive, growing, blooming, and withering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, the lotus flower that exudes a faint blood light, blooms the brilliance of a lifetime in a few breaths, and turns into a little blood light that escapes in the darkness.

The blood-colored light reflected Zheng Xiu's bright smile.

"It's done."

(End of this chapter)