man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 214 Painting Heart (5000 Chapters)

This time, the Beiman Rebellion lasted for five years.

The ambitious northern barbarian king originally wanted to drive away the wolves and tigers, and used the troops of the 36 countries in the Western Regions to disrupt the southern part of Dagan, let Dagan take care of one thing and lose another, and relieve the pressure on the northern front.

Tianjing for 25 years.

Folklore: The flying star from the sky landed in the west of the desert, and the sky punished tens of thousands of enemy troops in the Western Regions.

This happy event spread all over the north and south of Dagan somehow, and the people called "God bless Dagan". No climate.

The imperial court issued the "Zhao'an Order" again in due course, with generous conditions, and senior officials were promoted to nobles.Under various conditions, it was difficult for the rebels to refuse, their hearts were scattered, and they took refuge in the court one after another.Now the interior of Dagan has stabilized in a very short period of time, and the south is stable. The imperial court formed another army from the former rebels and rebellious parties, called the "Suppressing Barbarian Army".

The barbarian army was led by "General Pingxi" Xie Yunliu.

Xie Yunliu commanded the [-] town barbarian army, sent troops northward, and joined General Zheng, one of the four generals of the town.

In the same year, the barbarian army arrived at the front line, fought side by side with General Zheng, and began to counterattack.

With the Suppressing Barbarian Army and General Zheng as the arrows, a huge breakthrough was made in the front line.General Zheng and Xie Yunliu teamed up, brave and invincible, and cut off the hands of the Northern Man King on the front line.

The northern barbarian king was defeated and retreated. General Zheng and Xie Yunliu chased the enemy for thousands of miles, and even went deep into the barbarian country, almost piercing through the "holy mountain" Bagnamo mountain in the barbarian country. In the northern barbarian language, "Bagnamo" has The implication of "endless life" was almost extinguished.

In the 28th year of Tianjing, due to the difficulty of penetrating into the enemy's country with the heavy vehicles, supply difficulties, and the retreat of the northern barbarian army across the board, they had already lost their temper.Xie Yunliu and General Zheng commanded the remaining troops and returned to the territory of Dagan.

In the same year, the imperial court expedited the military order to prevent the Northern Man from making a comeback. Under the suggestion of the National Division, the Ministry of War issued a document ordering the two generals Zheng and Xie to temporarily guard the frontier.

In the 29th year of Tianjing, the defeat of the northern barbarian army was a foregone conclusion, and the general trend was set.

The Zheng family has been loyal for generations, and General Zheng gladly took his orders.

General Xie blatantly disobeyed, in front of thousands of soldiers, smiled, took off his armor and helmet, and rode away.

When the Ministry of War learned of this, Xie Yunliu's move was disobedience and he became a fleeing general.However, the merits and demerits were balanced, and the Ministry of War reported the matter. The new emperor decided not to pursue the case in order to stabilize the morale of the army.

Tianjing for 30 years.

With the stability of the domestic government, the new emperor made up for the late emperor after cumbersome funeral ceremonies such as small funeral, large funeral, funeral, and sacrifice to heaven.On March [-]rd of the following year, the new emperor officially ascended the throne, and somehow found out a copy of the "legacy" left by the previous emperor and announced it to the world.

The new country name: Yonggong.

In the first year of Yonggong, the new emperor pardoned the world and revived all industries to celebrate the peace of the world.

Immediately afterwards, the new emperor began to gather historians from the court to write the "magnificent" 20 years in the history books.

In the history books, the secret factory was deleted, Lou Mengkong was deleted, the martial arts knights made rebellion, and Cheng Xiao who killed the first emperor was deleted.In the history books, the first emperor worked hard and painstakingly, and finally died of a serious illness.In this way, the history books returned the late emperor's resounding face, and returned the innocence of the emperor's family.As an emperor, one must not be beheaded.

In this way, the world changes.

The green hills are still the same, the sunset is red, and the success or failure of right and wrong is empty.

Yonggong two years.

A bald man rode an overwhelmed pony and came to a small town that no one cared about.

The sun was setting, and the long afterglow cast on the bald head, shining brightly.The bald man looked exhausted, and the officers and soldiers by the city gate were drowsy leaning on their spears.

"Excuse me, have you ever seen a person. He has two broken feet, is nearly forty years old, likes Danqing, and has an orange kitten."

It's a monk.

He asked around where his eldest brother lived.

Soon, he found out.

A kind old lady told him:

"My lord, the weirdo you mentioned lives in the town. Here, go along this road, turn right at the fifth intersection, and you will see a dilapidated small courtyard on the seventh alley..."

The aunt said that he was a strange person who lived in seclusion and didn’t have a cat, but he kept saying that he had a cat all the time. He was crazy and burned things in the house all the time, and the neighbors were afraid of him.

The courtyard door was unlocked, and when the monk pushed the door open, a hoarse cursing came from inside:
"No! No! Neither! This is wrong! Wrong!"

Tear!

Inside the house, two crutches were left casually aside, papers were flying, and some fell on Miao'er, Miao'er turned over with a bitter face, and looked at the anxious man in the room with contemptuous eyes.

The man had disheveled hair and a messy beard that almost covered his entire face.When the monk entered, he was losing his temper hysterically, his eyes were gloomy, and he was tearing off the "semi-finished products" one by one, exuding a lifeless smell all over his body.

"Monk! You're back!"

The moment he saw the monk, the man beamed with joy and fell to the ground, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. He anxiously crawled towards the monk on the ground. After climbing a few steps, the man's dirty clothes were stained with ink again. .Seeing this, the monk immediately stepped forward to help.The vicissitudes and exhaustion in the man's eyes made the monk who had been in the army for many years as Xie Yunliu couldn't help but shed tears.

This battle lasted for five years, and the monk said he didn't want to go.But the man refused, he said, the monk is Xie Yunliu, he must continue to be Xie Yunliu, Xie Yunliu has been deeply entangled with Gongsun Mo all his life, if the monk does not become Xie Yunliu, Gongsun Mo may not be able to draw that painting, then, all his efforts Will go down the drain.

Therefore, when he won the battle, the monk immediately abandoned his identity as "Xie Yunliu", his high-ranking official and rich salary, his glory, and returned to the field to find his good brother.

"How do you..."

The man waved his hand: "It's okay, let's talk about it, can you notice something strange in the scenery that 'I' has never experienced?"

The monk helped the man to sit down on the bed. There was an unpleasant smell from the bed, which was covered with a layer of discarded paper.The monk was silent. It was hard for him to imagine how the man who lost his legs persisted for the past five years.

Day after day, year after year, he is persistent, he is fascinated, he is crazy, he blames himself, just to paint that legendary "cannibal painting".

All the windows in the house were boarded up and it was dark.The monk found out the oil lamp, and after lighting it up, he told his military experience in these years one by one.At the end, the monk expressed his thoughts: "Except for your grandfather, the rest of the soldiers make me feel that they are more like walking dead than taciturn."

"That's Zheng's great-grandfather," the man bit his nails hard, correcting the monk's remarks casually.Only then did the monk notice that the man's nails were pitted, and some of his fingers had blood stains.When the man heard this, his dark eyes gradually lit up behind his face covered by long hair: "It's true! It's true!"

"Everything is fake! Fake!"

"As the painting of 'I' is widely circulated in the world, every person who sees that painting will fall into the art of 'spiritual' hidden deep in the painting!"

"Dementor will not completely take away the 'meaning' in the soul, but as long as it takes away every strand, supplemented by painting techniques, and formed by painting, a portrait can be made to look like a person in the world in the painting !"

"That's right! My initial thought was right! This is the root of cannibalism! It's the basis for cannibalism!"

"In this world, 'I' have never seen my great-grandfather! The reason why he can draw is because the legend of my great-grandfather is widely circulated in the world. His bravery, his good fighting, his righteousness, everything about him Spread in the mouths of every common people, his image lives in the hearts of the common people! Every person who has seen the 'painting' has a 'General Zheng' in his heart. The body is plump and full, forming the General Zheng you saw fighting side by side with Xie Yunliu!"

"A large number of human souls can bring Ever Darkness and Eternal Eternity closer, forming a boundary...Ghosts! Perhaps, it may not necessarily require a large number of human souls! Each person only ingests a little bit, which does not affect their life and soul spirit... Use the quantity to go Make up for quality! Maybe, too!"

"So, 'I' don't need to draw every detail of this world, I just need to create a plausible and false world with my brush, and that's it!"

"It's done! It can be done! Everything can be done! If it's fake, it will be done!"

The man giggled and waved his hands.

"Meow!" At this moment, the silent Xiaofeng raised her head, her eyes were bright, she silently jumped onto the man's shoulder, and gently patted the man's hair with her paw, as if she agreed with his statement.

The more the man talked, the more excited he became. The monk, who was stunned by the side, looked more and more gloomy. After hearing the meow, the monk suddenly opened his eyes wide with anger, and let out a low growl like a wounded beast from his throat. He suddenly stood up and swung He slapped the man hard on the face.

"Snapped!"

The monk swung the man's face away with a slap, and the little phoenix on the man's shoulder jumped off the man in fright, staring at his eyes, covering his face with his paws, staring blankly at the two who suddenly started fighting , that movement seemed to be empathetic, even it felt pain.

After slapping the man with his palm, the monk was also a little dazed. Seeing that his red palms had not recovered for a long time, the monk raised his head in a daze, and saw the man's red and swollen face and the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and burst into tears. : "This little monk doesn't like to hear it!"

"Why is it fake! How is it fake? Although the young monk didn't remember the past at that time, he only remembered that he became a master when he was young. Just to fight side by side with the little monk, is this fake?"

"Before the sand and under the moon, the little monk drank and got drunk with them, and talked about the fickleness of the world and the impermanence of life. Is this a lie!"

The more the monk talked, the more excited he became. He stepped forward and grabbed the man by the collar, with tears and snot all over his face: "Old Chu, he said that he had already put aside the grievances in the world, and he knew he was wrong! He also said that he came back from the desert Afterwards, he gave birth to twins with Ms. Wen! He also wanted to live a life full of children and grandchildren, and grow old with Ms. Wen! Is this also a lie!"

"They can't go back! Old Chu and Miss Wen saved the little monk from there with their lives! Could it be that this friendship is also fake in your opinion!"

"You and my sister... no, Xie Luohe... no, the ten years you shared the bed with Miss Fengbei, don't you think it's fake too!"

"The little monk doesn't understand these things, the little monk doesn't understand Danqing, but the little monk thinks that even if we are trapped here and go through all kinds of disasters, the people inside may be drawn by the ghost painter 200 years ago with secret thaumaturgy, but everything the little monk has experienced , what the monk saw, the wine the monk drank, and what the monk said are all true! Even if everything is false, the love must be true! False, it cannot be true! True, it cannot be false! "

"Brother Zheng, wake up! No matter how stupid and dull this little monk is, he can still tell right from wrong! If even you don't think their love is true, then they will die in vain!"

The man was grabbed by the collar by the monk, his eyes were blank, and he gradually lowered his head.

The monk wiped the snot and tears from his face vigorously, cried and cursed, his mood calmed down a little, he stroked his bald head, looked at the slumped man on the ground, his lips trembled, he didn't know what to say for a while.

The two were silent for a long time, and Xiaofeng meowed again.

The monk glanced at Xiaofeng, clasped his hands together, and sighed:
"There are three "rebirths" in a person's life, one is when he is born, the second is when he is an adult, and the third is when he is recorded in history; there are also three "deaths" in a person's life, one is when his heart stops beating, and the other is when he is burdened. When infamy is criticized by thousands of people, the third time is when it is completely forgotten by the world."

Hearing this, the man raised his lowered head suddenly, and stared at the monk incredulously through the gaps in his hair.

The monk smiled slightly, with tears on his face: "This is what 'sister' once said to me. Brother Zheng, no matter whether that person is Xie Luohe or Fengbei, she is her after all. If you forget her, she will It's really dead."

The man was shocked.

The monk touched his bald head again: "You have seen the experience of the little monk over the years. The little monk has suffered from the demons of his heart, and he has been ignorant for many years. Brother Zheng, have you ever thought about the fact that he appeared in front of Brother Zheng from the beginning to the end? , not the Xie Luo River that really existed 200 years ago, but the Feng girl who gave birth to the 'Xie Luo River Devil'?"

The man was stunned, and after a while, he burst into tears.

The next day.

The sun is shining brightly, washing away the bad luck.

In front of the courtyard, the monk carefully wiped the man's body, trimmed his hair, shaved his beard, and put on brand new robes.He bought a carriage with the military pay he had accumulated over the years, picked up the man on his back, sat on the horse, yelled, and the carriage staggered away from the small town.

In the carriage, the man's hair was black with white hair, which looked like silver threads from a distance.The monk combed his silver hair neatly, making him look radiant, but with his thin face and sunken eye sockets, he was no longer as handsome as before.

"Brother, where are we going?"

After leaving the city, the monk asked happily.He is very happy that his eldest brother can get out of the decline.

"Go home." In the carriage, the man pursed his lips tightly, said something indifferently, and pointed in the direction.

The road was bumpy, the two went together, the monk took care of the daily life of the man with the broken leg, all the way to the east, after March, the weather was warm, and they came to the shore of the East China Sea, where there was a valley full of singing birds and flowers, in the misty mist in the valley, flying buttresses of buildings could be seen faintly , it was uploaded from the town outside the valley that there used to be a hermit family living there, but now it has declined and the family is barren.

Along the path, the carriage stopped, and the monk carried the man on his back and walked up the mountain.There is a big mansion on the hillside. The gate of the mansion is desolate, the walls are covered with moss, the wooden door is covered with mildew, and there are two vivid copper lions inlaid on the door. The lion's mouth is holding the door knocker, and it is covered with a thick layer of patina. , rusty.

The monk stepped forward and pulled the door knocker, click, the door knocker broke.The monk looked back at the man at a loss, and the little phoenix on his shoulder seemed to find it very interesting, giggling.

"It's okay, go in."

No one took care of the outside of the mansion, but there were piles of fallen leaves in the courtyard inside, obviously someone lived there.The monk yelled a few times, and soon a white-haired old woman came out of the inner hall. She squinted her eyes and glanced at the two of them, first she said: "Gongsun's family has not had guests ten years ago, if you want to..."

When she saw the middle-aged man behind the monk, her squinted eyes suddenly opened: "Young master?"

Everything about the "Gongsun family" is just a strange memory for the man, and he has never really lived here.However, when the old woman cried and hugged him with broken legs, an inexplicable nostalgia welled up in her heart. At this moment, he became Gongsun Mo who had been away from home for many years, and the wanderer returned home.

After the cup of tea, the men offered incense to the ancestors in the ancestral hall.The "people" in his memory were all neatly listed there, becoming a cold spiritual place.

The old woman is Gongsun Mo's nanny. She has taken care of Gongsun and his son for many years, but now she is gray-haired, with a stooped back.

"In the Gongsun family, no one can escape the fate of not living past fifty." Turning around and passing the ancestors' spiritual seats, the man said to the elderly Mei Niang: "Mei Niang, you have suffered a lot these years."

The old woman wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and grinned: "It doesn't matter, it's good that the young master comes back, and it's good that the person comes back! The old master must be very happy to know about it. However, the young master has suffered a lot these years...Young master's legs, alas!"

"It's just a pair of useless legs. Fortunately, I still have my hands." The man asked, "I don't know if Mei Niang knew that back then, both grandpa and father repeatedly told the descendants of the Gongsun family not to paint. Man, why is that?"

The old woman shook her head: "Master, this old man doesn't understand these things. However, when the old man studied ink for the old man, the old man muttered some strange words, and the old man still remembers them vividly."

"My master said, it's hard to draw the heart when painting bones and skin, and it doesn't look like a painting horizontally or vertically. It's better not to paint."

"He said, to draw a person is not just to draw likeness, but to draw the soul, to draw the spirit, it is easy to say, not easy, but it is difficult, but it is not difficult!"

"When the old man heard the old man say this, he felt strange, so he mustered up the courage to ask more questions."

As if recalling the master's youthful demeanor, a long-lost blush appeared on the old woman's face.

"The master said that to draw a person, you have to draw the 'heart'. But to draw the 'heart', it is easy to put your own 'heart' into it."

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