The face of the young man with the whip suddenly changed.

In front of Zheng Xiu, he vividly staged a scene of "pretending to be forced but being grassed".

"You are the legendary ...... Chu Chengfeng! I saw that the young man was shocked, his expression was complicated, and then he quickly said in a deep voice: "It turned out to be Chu Chengfeng, the third young master of Plum Blossom Villa, who has admired Your Excellency's name for a long time!" In the next hundred miles of dart game, there is a misunderstanding, I hope Chu Daxia will not take it to heart! ”

Zheng Xiu's mind kept spinning on the side.

First, I was thinking about why I "crossed" again.

The second is to wonder why this hundred miles of frightening wind was so arrogant and domineering at the beginning, but when he encountered the hard stubble, he was faster than anyone else.

When Zheng Xiu hadn't figured out the first point, Zheng Xiu quickly figured it out the second point.

The dart board is the "logistics industry" in the earliest period, also known as the "dart line".

In the early years, when transportation was inconvenient and the official roads had not yet been opened to the north, south, east and west, bandits were rampant in the green forests of the mountains and wilderness, and when people needed to transport goods or property over long distances, or even transport people, they would spend money to seek shelter from dart shops.

If it is peaceful today, the dart game has long been renamed "Wuyun", and it has lost the danger when this industry was born.

Most of the people who can go up the mountain to be bandits are not upright people, and "bullying the weak and fearing the hard" is the code of conduct. In ancient times, walking darts, one is to know some kung fu, and the other is to eat all the heroes in black and white, and walk horizontally, so that the momentum can scare off some of the small ones.

Chu Chengfeng smiled and waved his hand: "The hearts of the people on the rivers and lakes are sinister, and the heart of guarding against people is indispensable. Baili is cautious and cautious, this is natural, and we don't know each other. ”

Walking the rivers and lakes are people with good faces, under the watchful eyes of the people all over the city, the steps given by Chu Chengfeng made Baili Fengfeng's face soothe a lot, he immediately rolled down the slope, and said loudly: "What a 'Cangshan and a little plum' Chu Chengfeng, in the past, he only heard of the name for a long time and didn't have a chance to see it, but now he sees it, Brother Chu has a broad mind and extraordinary spirit, which makes Baili Fengfeng admire!" If he passes by the Baili Dart Bureau every day, thanks to Brother Chu's refusal to give up, come in and talk about it, the Baili Storm will definitely serve it with wine and delicacies, and pay for today's not! ”

"Hahaha-" Chu Chengfeng laughed: "Brother Baili is serious!" ”

The front also met each other, and in the blink of an eye, they called brothers and brothers.

Zheng Xiu nodded secretly on the side, expressing approval.

- "Sophisticated human feelings".

"Let's go!"

Hundred miles of frightening wind turned to ride the horse, and left this place without looking back. Before parting, Baili Feng took a deep look at the so-called "poor sour scholar" in his mouth.

Zheng Xiu always felt that the wind was in a hurry when it was gone, giving people a feeling of "running away from the wilderness".

After the hundred miles of frightening wind left, Chu Chengfeng looked at Zheng Xiu with blazing eyes, looked at it for a few minutes, shook his head and smiled: "Now that the world is sinister and the rivers and lakes are stormy, it is better for a scholar like you to go out less." Hehe, okay, Chu is alone today, if you don't mind, you will go upstairs with Chu and eliminate the leftover wine on the table, which can be regarded as a fate. ”

Before Zheng Xiu could speak, Chu Chengfeng took a step closer and lowered his voice: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, I, Chu Chengfeng, am well-known in Shu, if the matter of drinking and talking with Chu in the tea shop today spreads, I don't dare to say anything else, at least the people in the martial arts will give Chu three points of thin noodles, and I won't embarrass you too much." ”

Zheng Xiu hesitated, and after a while, a strange sentence blurted out: "In Xia Gong Sun Mo, born in the southeast of Luzhou, he has been addicted to Danqing painting books since he was a child, and he has read poetry and books, and now he has heard of the ...... of the saint."

"Come on!" When Chu Chengfeng heard this, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly laughed and his eyebrows trembled, and he patted the weak shoulder of "Gongsun Mo" hard, and said: "So Chu really doesn't understand you scholars, men should be ambitious in all directions, either make contributions and gallop in Shacheng, or martial arts are unique in the world, what's so good about studying!" Hahaha! That's it, no matter how much you say, it's better to have a good wine! Let's go, Chu Mou came down and had almost a warm wine, go up and drink two cups! ”

"This ...... Not okay? ”

"What's so bad! Although we met in the water, we hit it off at first sight! There is no good or bad, only coincidence! ”

"Brother Chu is polite."

"Calling Brother Chu can be seen, if you don't dislike me Chu Chengfeng is a few years older than you, you can call me Brother Chu!"

"Then ...... It's better to be respectful, Brother Chu. ”

After half pushing and half getting down, Zheng Xiu was taken upstairs by Chu Chengfeng.

Sure enough, as Chu Chengfeng said, in the corner of the tea shop, Chu Chengfeng ordered a jar of rice wine and a few dishes alone.

As soon as the wine was warm, he happened to hear movement in the street, so he saw that the road was uneven, drew his sword to help, and jumped from the second floor.

"I see."

Zheng Xiu quickly understood the situation he was in.

The acid in the belly of the white snake melts away the cloth that wraps the scroll and allows the scroll to open.

Zheng Xiu was swallowed by the scroll.

His current situation is the same as Fengbei's.

As for dust.

Now Zheng Xiu can only hope that Ruchen will be safe, because Zheng Xiu will not know how to get out of the picture scroll for a while.

But remembering that Ruchen occupies the [ascetic] doorway, as an alien, he is so talented that he can regrow flesh even from his frozen feet, and maybe even if Ruchen is digested, he can grow meat from the bone residue.

The perversion of "born alien" cannot be measured by common sense, and the more outrageous it is, the less wrong it will be.

There is something else in the picture.

The rivers and lakes in front of him, Chu Chengfeng across the table, and the identity he is currently playing must be part of this "Qiankun".

Everything is fake.

Zheng Xiu is very sure.

It's a ghost.

But it was obvious that the ghost snake that Zheng Xiu was facing in front of him was different from the ghost snake he knew.

From the time he entered the ghost snake, he didn't see any hints from the dog KP, there was no narration, and even when he played Gongsun Mo, he was powerless and couldn't exert the power of a macho man. It's just that it doesn't matter, Zheng Xiu was relieved soon after going upstairs in the face of this situation. In fact, the only ghosts he really experienced were [White Carp Village] and [Xiangu Temple].

The experience of [Baili Village] and [Xiangu Temple] is also completely different.

[White Carp Village] existed twenty years ago, in the past history, after Zheng Xiu cleared the [White Carp Village], the result was to let Fengbei and Wei Chen survive, and caused a series of subsequent world line shifts.

And [Xiangu Temple] is the opposite of [Baili Village] and exists in reality. When he opened the [Immortal Gu Temple], the reality he was in was not affected in any way.

Now that he has entered the cannibal picture scroll, Zheng Xiu feels that he should not look at this place with his previous barren experience, otherwise the last person to suffer will be himself.

"First of all, temporarily exclude the readable file, and treat it as the last insurance, after all, if you really die, there is only one life."

Zheng Xiu muttered to himself in his heart.

During the conversation with Chu Chengfeng, Zheng Xiu noticed a very strange thing.

At present, he is Gongsun Mo.

But it's not exactly Gongsun Mo.

He knew that he was playing Gongsun Mo.

But it can't change some fixed "lines" and "deeds".

For example, when he tried to say that he was "Zheng Shan", the words would always change to "under Gongsun Mo", which repeatedly attracted Chu Chengfeng's strange eyes, and asked Gongsun if he was drunk with a smile.

But there are many questions that Zheng Xiu can still ask.

For example, ask what year it is.

Ask Chu Chengfeng if he is Gui Geng this year, where his home is, and whether he is married.

Chu Chengfeng, who drank a few more glasses, was full of wine, knew everything, said everything, and was very enthusiastic. He didn't see his grandson counting the years with his fingers.

"Three years of Tianjing? The third year of the reign of Emperor Wei Jing, the second emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty? ”

"The history books say that during the reign of Emperor Wei Jing, he was bewitched by the ministers, lost the hearts of the people, civil strife broke out, and during the 25 years of his reign, the people wailed all over the wilderness, and the people were struggling to make a living, which can be called the darkest 25 years in the history of the Daqian Dynasty, which can be said to be a stain on the Daqian royal family."

"But this history is not clear in the records of the history books, and no matter how the historian studies it, he cannot further know the inside story of this history."

"It's like someone has deliberately erased this history."

"If I'm not mistaken, Tianjing is three years, more than 200 years ago!"

Whether it was a great cadre of national peace and security before he was imprisoned;

or after being imprisoned and experiencing the tragedy of Baili Village, Daqi hides in the mysterious revival of the city;

For Zheng Xiu, the "martial arts" in front of him, in Zheng Xiu's memory, have only been exposed to TV series, movies, and martial arts.

But when he was really in the martial arts, the ubiquitous fireworks in front of him, and the conversation and behavior between the knights, made Zheng Xiu feel extremely strange.

So at the beginning, when Zheng Xiu opened his eyes for the first time, he had the illusion of "crossing over".

The sword is not properly applied, and it is already a river and lake when you go out.

The current situation made Zheng Xiu feel so helpless.

Zheng Xiu wondered where Gongsun Mo two hundred years ago had the courage to dare to go out alone.

Chu Chengfeng raised his glass to invite him, Zheng Xiu Muran, and drank a cup like pouring water.

The amount of alcohol in "Gongsun Mo" is obviously very poor.

After drinking a few cups, Zheng Xiu was in a daze, and Chu Chengfeng in front of him turned into a few shadows.

He even felt that Chu Chengfeng's smile was getting more and more obscene.

Gongsun Mo was drunk.

Mess.

By the way, Zheng Xiu was also drunk.

Three poles on the sun.

When Zheng Xiu woke up, he immediately checked his situation.

He was in a room in an inn, and there was no second person in the room.

Getting up from the bed, Zheng Xiu felt a splitting headache.

"Grass, in this picture scroll, could it be a ghost world constructed by 'Gongsun Mo's memory'?"

Zheng Xiu covered his head and clubbed on the bed for a while, smelling the residual smell of wine in the room, and gradually recalled yesterday's events.

If it were just a false world, it would never even feel so real about being drunk.

Combined with the identity of "Gongsun Mo" he is currently playing, Zheng Xiu is ninety percent sure that Gongsun Mo two hundred years ago must have engraved his memory on the picture scroll in a certain "way".

Zheng Xiu is now swallowed into the picture scroll, and he is experiencing the memories of Gongsun Mo in person.

It's so realistic.

After going through so many things since he was imprisoned, Zheng Xiu believed that even before he rescued Fengbei in Baili Village, there were all kinds of mysteries and evils in the world, and even thaumaturgical strangers. It's just that for some reason, all kinds of secrets are hidden under the peace and are not known.

Gongsun Mo was known as painting ghosts two hundred years ago, and his thaumaturgy must be related to the "Danqing Painting Technique", before Zheng Xiu learned about the cannibal painting and went south to Shuzhou, Fengbei said that Ye Weiyang had suspected the last ink treasure left by Gongsun Mo, and in this cannibal painting, Gongsun Mo's biggest secret was hidden, that is, the trickery of the [Painter] Doorway.

Finally, when the headache eased a little, Zheng Xiu called room service.

The shopkeeper warmly called Zheng Xiu with clean water, and told Zheng Xiu that it was Chu Chengfeng, the third young master of Plum Blossom Villa, who opened this first-class room for him, and Zheng Xiu didn't need to pay for it, Zheng Xiu just needed to live in peace.

In addition to paying attention to personal strength, the rivers and lakes of this era also talk about background.

Whether Chu Chengfeng's background is the third young master of Plum Blossom Villa, or the strength of the top of the weapon spectrum, it is enough for him to get such a good treatment, and his face is very thick.

What Zheng Xiu can't understand now is that the martial arts two hundred years ago, what kind of weapon spectrum, the major famous and decent families, did not leave any traces and inheritance in the era in which Zheng Xiu was two hundred years later.

Why did these martial arts sects disappear two hundred years ago, and what happened in this so-called darkest history during the Tianjing period, in this history that was not recorded in detail in the history books. Zheng Xiu was deeply curious.

"I see."

"I speculate that what is recorded in the painting scroll is 'Gongsun Mo's memory', so what he doesn't know in his memory can't appear in the ghost in the painting."

"For example, in Gongsun Mo's memory, he has been staying in this room today, so he doesn't know what will happen outside the room."

"But what if I insist on going out? Will there be some 'force majeure' to stop it? ”

Zheng Xiu was talking to himself, walked to the door, and was about to push open the door, when the hands that fell on the side of the door slammed down.

"No, I'm in the ghost now, and I can't even be sure if the scenery behind me pushing open the door is part of the 'Gongsun Mo's memory'. I can't even tell if what I'm doing now is what Gongsun Mo had already done back then, or if 'Zheng Xiu' decided to do it. ”

Tuk-tuk.

When Zheng Xiu was standing in front of the door and thinking, there was a sudden knock outside the door, which startled Zheng Xiu.

"Who is it?"

Zheng Xiu asked.

"Brother Gongsun, did you sleep well last night?"

Chu Chengfeng's rough voice came from outside the door.

Pushing open the door, Zheng Xiu saw the neatly dressed Chu Chengfeng standing outside the door with a smile on his face, holding a basin of hot water and a clean towel in his hand, and there was no sign of a hangover on his face.

Zheng Xiu arched his hand: "Brother Lao Chu cares, and the younger brother is not strong enough to drink, so he has a head stroke and is quite uncomfortable." ”

Chu Chengfeng laughed: "That brother has to practice more, if he enters the rivers and lakes, he will suffer a big loss if he can't drink well!" As he spoke, he bypassed Gongsun Mo, put the basin on the table, and motioned for Gongsun Mo to wash up a little and get rid of the wine.

"Thank you, Brother Chu!"

Zheng Xiu said gratefully.

After Chu Chengfeng closed the door and left, Zheng Xiu was shocked again. Zheng Xiu almost blurted out the words just now, he couldn't even tell whether it was what he wanted to say, or the words that followed the words of "Gongsun Mo's memory", this feeling is difficult to describe in three words, if it weren't for his personal experience, Zheng Xiu couldn't have imagined that a painter could record his memories in the painting scroll, and it was so realistic that it was difficult to distinguish between the false and the false.

"Is it ......?"

Zheng Xiu raised his eyebrows, locked the door, and took off his clothes.

He carefully examined his whole body, and at least as far as he could see, he didn't see the unique "mark" of the Inhuman.

"It's not so obvious on the face."

The copper basin is filled with hot water and steaming. Zheng Xiu took out the towel in the basin and wrung it out, waited for the waves on the water surface to subside, and used the water surface as a mirror to shine on his face.

Smack.

The towel in Zheng Xiu's hand fell at his feet.

He looked at the reflection of the water in amazement, and his handsome face could not hide his astonishment between his eyebrows.

An inexplicable chill surged up his spine, causing him to shiver subconsciously.

Face reflected in the basin......

It's him!

is not an unfamiliar face named "Gongsun Mo".

It's not the face of the macho painter Zheng Shan.

It's him,

Zheng Dashanren, the son of Zheng Haoran, and the richest man in Zheng.

Zheng Xiu's face!!

(End of chapter)