man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 320 The End
In Zheng Xiu's memory, Richan Valley, located in the extreme west of the desert, was a desolate scene of yellow sand in the desert before "that incident".

The blood-red sunset, dry land, withered vegetation, and yellow sand dunes constitute Zheng Xiu's impression of this land.

It's just that when Zheng Xiu and his family stepped out of the Bund on the [-]th anniversary, there were lively shouts and fireworks in the distance, which made Zheng Xiu feel as if he had passed away the moment he stepped out of the Bund.

Sun Cicada Valley was not destroyed by "that accident".

Richan Valley is lined with green trees on both sides, and the sides of the canyon that should be weathered rock and soil are covered with green moss.A series of gurgling water flows down from the top of the mountain, along the crevices of the rocks, and finally in front of Richan Valley, the trickles converge into a crystal-clear lake.

The blue sky is reflected on the lake. From a distance, it looks like a mirror embedded in the earth.

"Choo Choo Choo--"

Unknown birds nest and sing in groups on the mountain, and flowers of various colors compete in the mountains, exuding an elegant fragrance.

Zheng Xiu stood in front of this valley full of singing birds and fragrant flowers in astonishment. He looked back and saw that the former "Green River" had actually become a "Green River". deep.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for Zheng Xiu to believe that the yellow sand desert in the past has been "reformed" into a large oasis with a pleasant temperature today after 200 years.

Qing Shisan was surprised and said: "Qing once heard that after crossing the desert, there is another cave. He never expected that this place is so prosperous."

Seeing the beautiful scenery, Yue Linglong was supposed to be in a good mood, but when she saw Zheng Xiu's distraught expression, she frowned slightly, and the joy on her face turned into depression in an instant.

Zheng Xiu walked along the canyon in a daze.

Sun Cicada Valley is adjacent to the Western Regions and Dagan, the two countries hand over, travelers are in a hurry, no one noticed the three "foreign visitors".

Just out of the canyon, the sight suddenly opened up. The mountain peak once named "Sunset Mountain" in the distance is now full of greenery. A waterfall flows straight down from the top of the mountain. When the sun shines away, two rainbow bridges of seven colors rise up beside the waterfall.

"What a nice view."

Oases, rainbows, waterfalls, mountain shade, tourists, camels.

This may be what Yue Linglong imagined, the "Xanadu" should look like.

Many people rode camels on the straight street. Not far away, there was a spacious open space where camels of different coat colors were lying on their stomachs, spitting foam, or rubbing their ears and temples.

Zheng Xiu walked over.

The appearance of two camels emerged in his memory.

……

"Here, I picked two of the best camels."

"I want this end."

"Why?"

"Uh...because this one is female."

"Your reason... Coincidentally, I also like to ride male camels." On a beautiful face with crescent moons and crescents, he smiled happily: "Then, the head of the family has decided happily."

"Huh? O_o?"

"Your name is Xiao He, and mine is Xiao Mo."

"I can ride Xiaohe, but you can't ride Xiaomo!"

"You care? I want to call Xiaomo, Xiaomo, Xiaomo, run faster! Fight!"

……

"My lord, it looks strange. Did it come from the east? Do you want to buy a camel?"

A dark-skinned camel breeder came forward to greet him.

Zheng Xiu shook his head and walked in silently.

He walked faster and faster.

Walking and muttering to himself:
"Once upon a time, the road was full of sand."

"There is a house here, and there is a well in the house."

"In the building next to it, there lives a big brother, his name is Ridi."

"Here...is a gallery."

Zheng Xiu walked with his eyes open at first.

As he walked, Zheng Xiu closed his eyes.

He seems to have returned to the painting, back to 200 years ago.

In the painting, he is Gongsun Mo, who had a story with a woman named "Xie Luohe".

But Xie Luohe once said... what did he say?

She will become a mystery to herself?

why?
Obviously all the memories are very clear, remember very clearly, but there are some causes and effects, Zheng Xiu can't figure it out, and always feels that there is something wrong.

Zheng Xiu walked in the streets with his eyes closed, and he found that the layout here was exactly the same as the "story" he had experienced, even the location of the street hadn't changed.

corner.

When Zheng Xiu said the word "gallery", he opened his eyes and looked up.

The paint on the plaque has long since peeled off, and the wind and frost can be seen, but the words on it are still clearly legible.Where is the gallery here? The plaque clearly reads: Dragon Inn.

The courtyard wall of the Longmen Inn is still made of loess, but the color of the loess on it is like patches, and there are obvious differences.It seems that later generations deliberately repaired it with loess in order to maintain the style of the year.

It's just that as Richan Valley became an oasis, the loess was covered with green vines, with strings of nameless small red fruits hanging down heavily.

People come and go.

Zheng Xiu hugged an orange kitten, standing in front of the inn door, as quiet as a painting.

"Guest officer, do you want to stay at the hotel?"

At this moment, a tall, dark-skinned man walked out of the room with a palm-leaf fan in his hand, looked at Zheng Xiu thoughtfully, and asked enthusiastically.

Zheng Xiu nodded and walked in.

There are three or two square tables on the first floor of the inn, and there are very few tea customers.

On the wall, hung a longbow wrapped in animal skin.

Zheng Xiu's breath was stagnant, he walked under the longbow, and watched quietly.

After a while, Zheng Xiu walked to the counter, closed his eyes and sat down, staring straight at the entrance of the inn.

The man watched the guest sit in his seat, opened his mouth, but said nothing, shrugged, and sat in the tea guest's seat.

The atmosphere at the scene was a little weird.

Zheng Xiu, who was originally a customer, sat in the shopkeeper's seat, but the shopkeeper, who was originally a shopkeeper, sat in the customer's seat.

Yue Linglong and Qing Shisan who entered later did not dare to disturb Zheng Xiu, they had different eyes and thoughts.

"Living."

Zheng Xiu suddenly made a decision.

But what happened next made Zheng Xiu feel extremely embarrassed.

They have no silver.

"You didn't bring it?" Zheng Xiu stared at Qing Shisan.

"I have no money."

Qing Shisan replied confidently.

Across the counter, Zheng Xiu and Qing Shisan stared wide-eyed.

"Concubine..." Yue Linglong pitifully took off a bracelet from her sleeve: "This is Linglong's dowry, can I use it?"

"Ha ha--"

The man looked at the three strange travelers and couldn't help laughing and waving his hands: "Forget it, it's the off-season for business routes, and there are a lot of vacant rooms. This meal is ours. You can stay for a few days. , no problem."

Qing Shisan thanked repeatedly.

On the night of the check-in, taking advantage of the dusk, Zheng Xiu took Kitten and Qing Shisan and planned to go to Sunset Mountain.

Yue Linglong wanted to go with her at first, but Zheng Xiu pinned his wife in the store on the grounds that "the way up the mountain is dangerous".

The owner of the inn is called "Brother Dao". If Zheng Xiu's guess is correct and they still use the surname "Ri", he should be called "Ri Dao", a good name.

Noticing that the two were going on a trip, Brother Dao casually asked about the itinerary of Zheng Xiu and Qing Shisan.

"Sunset Mountain?" Unexpectedly, after hearing Zheng Xiu's destination, Brother Dao scratched his head wonderingly: "You may have found the wrong place, it's not called Sunset Mountain."

Zheng Xiu asked calmly, "What's your name?"

"That mountain is called Moshan."

"Moshan."

"Gongsun Mo's Mo?"

"Huh? My lords, so there are people in the east who know Master Gongsun?"

Zheng Xiu nodded: "I've heard of it."

"Master Gongsun is a great benefactor here, a living god, old master! The mountain had no name 200 years ago. Ever since the couple lived there, it was called 'Moshan'."

Brother Dao shook his head, his eyes were empty, and he said with a somewhat smug smile: "Speaking of my grandpa... Huh? Where is he?"

Zheng Xiu and Qing 13 disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Xiu was a little anxious, he came here, he told himself that the purpose of his visit was to find traces of candles.

When he heard that the mountain was no longer called "Sunset Mountain", Zheng Xiu vaguely understood something.

"'Before', because Zhu crossed the mountains and rivers, walked through the desert, and arrived here, he preached to the foolish people here and left a legend, so that mountain became Sunset Mountain."

"If it's not called Sunset Mountain anymore, it means..."

Zheng Xiu and Qing Shisan possessed thaumaturgy and easily climbed the mountain.

The green trees are full of mosquitoes, and Zheng Xiu has the illusion of walking in a tropical rainforest.

Go to the place where the "mural" is left in memory, there is a mural there.

It's just the content recorded on the mural, not the legend of "candle" chasing "scorching sun".Instead, it draws a couple with a talented man and a beautiful woman. There is a cottage in the mountains, and a small bungalow above the cottage.A flower bush was planted in front of the bungalow.In front of the flowers, under the moonlight, a man is painting a scroll, while a woman is lying barefoot on a boulder, looking at the man who is painting with a smile.

Qing Shisan was stunned for a moment, and complained, "It's such an intention to love a man and a concubine."

He felt the cold old dog food patting his face coldly.

Especially when Qing Shisan just lost Ji's red lotus root, this feeling is even more uncomfortable.

Zheng Xiu didn't speak, but stared blankly at the woman in the mural.

The woman's face is delicate, her eyebrows are heroic, her mouth is curved, and her wicked smile is fixed on the mural.This gave Zheng Xiu a feeling of both familiarity and strangeness.

"Not her."

An inexplicable idea suddenly appeared in Zheng Xiu's mind.Zheng Xiu recognized this woman. He had encountered her in the painting as Gongsun Mo. Her name was Xie Luohe.

Looking at that face, Zheng Xiu stared intently.not her.Another strange word sounded in his ear, like a whisper, and also like the sound of footsteps carrying words, approaching quietly from behind Zheng Xiu, whispering in his ear.

"Who?"

"you guess?"

"Guess you're paralyzed."

Qing Shisan made a confused face: "Who are you scolding?"

Zheng Xiu said dumbly: "I scold this painting."

While talking, Zheng Xiu went to the top of the mountain. There was no remains of the "crowman" there, and everything was different from before.

"In this world, there are indeed no traces of candles."

"Zhu, never appeared before."

"He didn't 'disappear' in the middle, or entered 'Eternal Darkness', but, from the very beginning, there was no such person as Zhu in this world."

"Or, there is him, but he is not a stranger, and his journey of chasing the 'scorching sun' is gone."

Back to the inn.

Zheng Xiu touches here and sits there.

The one with the most seats is still the shopkeeper.

He sat there, watching people come and go, sunrise and sunset.

"Drink a sip?"

On the third day of staying, Brother Dao brought a jug of wine and sat beside Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu shook his head, saying no.Brother Dao smiled and took out two small bowls from behind and filled them for Zheng Xiu.

"We feel like you want to have a drink."

"I can't drink."

Zheng Xiu did it.

Dizzy.

"This guest, let's see you, are you here to find someone?"

Zheng Xiu was taken aback when he heard this.

"You're not here to find Gongsun Mo, are you?"

Seeing Zheng Xiu's expression, Brother Dao was happy, and pointed to the bow on the wall: "Then you've come to the right place, do you know where this place used to be?"

Zheng Xiu didn't answer, and Brother Dao took the initiative to tell the story here:
"Two hundred years ago, this place was barren. People in this land worry about where to find water every day, and what they eat is carrion that has been dried and smelly in the sun."

"One day 200 years ago, a couple came here."

"They are Gongsun Mo and Xie Luohe."

Brother Dao lowered his voice: "Don't think we're bragging, that Gongsun Mo is not an ordinary person."

Zheng Xiu poured himself another bowl, sipped it, and said calmly, "How do you say it?"

"The paintings he drew are amazing!" Brother Dao smiled and said, "Did you see that oasis when you came in?"

Zheng Xiu nodded.

"See that waterfall?"

nod.

"That red flower."

nod.

"That green tree."

nod.

"The lake."

nod.

Brother Dao's face was flushed, and he gestured excitedly in front of Zheng Xiu: "It's all drawn by him!"

"This painting! Come true!"

"Some people say that his paintings are so realistic that he deceived God! He thought this place was really an oasis, so it started to rain! Every day, every day, it rained, and it made this land come alive. "

Zheng Xiu wondered: "Brother Dao, why are you so clear?"

"Hey!" Brother Dao stood up: "Do you know who we are?"

Zheng Xiu shook his head.

"Gongsun Dao!"

"Ah? Are you their descendant?"

"Not all." Gongsun Dao sat back in his seat, his face a bit depressed: "In fact, our grandfather's generation is the adopted children of Gongsun Mo and Xie Luohe."

"When I was young, I heard from my grandfather that Gongsun Mo and Xie Luohe had no children throughout their lives."

Aliens can't have children?
Zheng Xiu thought of a possibility.

After all, the physique of a foreigner is different from that of an ordinary person.

"Before Gongsun became unfamiliar, he drew many paintings. Most of them were murderous knights from the martial arts world."

"After his death, we sold those paintings to the Western Regions. Do you know why Gongsun Mo has no reputation in Dagan? Because he told my grandfather before his death that his paintings should not enter Dagan, but only go to Dagan. Takeaway."

"So, when we heard that you were looking for Gongsunmo, we figured out one thing."

Gongsun Dao became more and more excited. He said that he ran back to the house and died. After a while, after a while, after a while, when he came out, he held a tight wooden frame in his hand.

Zheng Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and he recognized at a glance that what was wrapped in the tarpaulin was a painting.

Gongsun Dao blew on the oilcloth bag, hula, and the dust in the room was blown up.

"When my grandfather told us that Gongsun Mo was a god, we didn't believe it. Until today, I have to believe that Gongsun Mo is really a god."

"what do you mean……"

"Gongsun Mo's paintings were sold out back then, supporting our family. But there is only one painting that Gongsun Mo has not finished. He told my grandfather that after many, many years, someone will come to pick it up."

Zheng Xiu was astonished, and a sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.He didn't know what to reply, and stared at Gongsun Dao as he carefully unwrapped the tarpaulin.

I don't know how many years the oilcloth has been wrapped, but with a little force, the creases are weathered away, and the powder is falling off.

"My grandfather said that Gongsun Mo said that the person who comes to pick up the painting will bring an orange cat."

"He's looking for someone."

Gongsun Dao paused when he removed the painting, his face was puzzled, he seemed to think of something, and he muttered to himself: "By the way, my grandfather said that Gongsun Mo said a very strange thing before he died."

"what?"

"'I have lived a life of poverty, twisted and turned, and reached the end, but you and me!'. My grandfather said that Gongsun Mo said so before he died, but he still left with a smile."

As he spoke, Gongsun Dao took the painting apart.

The paper inside is yellowed and the ink has faded.

Zheng Xiu was shocked, and a sense of dizziness hit his heart.

Even though most of the ink had faded, Zheng Xiu could tell from the painting that Gongsun Mo wanted to paint a woman.

The woman is dressed in black, with her ponytail tied up, facing out of the painting.

The strange thing is that the part that should be the eyes, ears, mouth and nose is empty, as if the painting is not finished.

(End of this chapter)