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

What the sound of all things.

Bragging who wouldn't.

But Zheng Xiu really admired it, and he could hear the whispers between him and Chu Chengfeng from so far away.

Zheng Xiu wanted to knock on the side and ask down.

Xie Luohe was not interested and didn't want to mention it.

She looked in a bad mood.

It is said that moody people are not easy to get along with.

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

for she is angry more than she is happy.

It's okay, just don't mess with her.

Zheng Xiu only vaguely guessed the direction of rescuing Fengbei at present, but failed to find a specific way to implement it.

Cracking the mystery of cannibalism painting may have become Zheng Xiu's only hope at present.

If you want to crack the cannibal painting, in the end, you may have to start with the "Gate Thaumaturgy", and at the same time, you need to further go deep into Gongsun Mo's memory, follow Gongsun Mo's footsteps, and figure out why Gongsun Mo painted this terrible picture.

What the hell is it for.

Perhaps this is the key to unlocking cannibalism.

To put it bluntly – motivation.

When Zheng Xiu borrowed the [Prisoner] Path several times to travel back and forth between the two worlds in a mental state, knowing that 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 training with the Treasure King in Baili Village made Zheng Xiu deeply realize that he was not without benefits from this kind of cycle and reincarnation.

Even if his experience in the ghost snake will return to the original point with the "loop", "restart", and "file reading", the experience accumulated in the cycle will remain and become Zheng Xiu's experience points.

The fight in Baili Village gave Zheng Xiu a perseverance far beyond ordinary people.

Faced with the current situation, he did not panic at all.

Gradually.

Zheng Xiu felt that his understanding and attainments of "Danqing" were constantly improving as the daily tasks progressed.

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

He could feel it.

Xie Luohe laughed at Zheng Xiu's incompetence and wanted to fight for the surname Chu, but when she asked Zheng Xiu to get out, she still casually threw out the two volumes of the Four Seasons Chart.

"Return to its rightful owner."

Xie Luo left a sentence and entered the house.

When the door of the cabin was about to close, Zheng Xiu said coldly.

"Do you want to put a couplet next to the door or something, it will not only add joy, but also add more variety. Otherwise, your house really looks exactly like Fengbei's home in the previous life......"

Bite!

"Get out."

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

Zheng Xiu hurriedly took the two volumes of the Four Seasons Diagram into his arms and swallowed the last two words alive in his stomach.

She was in a hurry.

Zheng Xiumei walked down the mountain from the Yongdao with a smile on her face.

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

Zheng Xiu never overdid it.

Hit the spot.

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

Xie Luohe acquiesced in the matter.

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

It wasn't until the evening, when the house was dim, that Xiao Tao thoughtfully lit the oil lamp for his son when he delivered the meal, and Zheng Xiu stretched his waist and rubbed his eyebrows.

Xiao Tao saw that Gongzi seemed to have some back pain, so he took the initiative to get close to Zheng Xiu's back, and a pair of skillful hands silently kneaded Zheng Xiu's shoulders.

The technique is in place.

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and enjoyed Xiao Tao's service.

"Childe, did you draw this?"

"It's not." Zheng Xiu smiled and shook his head.

Xiao Tao pinched and pinched, his little hands paused, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he wondered: "But Xiao Tao clearly remembers that this painting is Miss's treasure, she will always secretly take it out under the lamp at night to watch, how can Miss be willing to give this painting to you?" ”

"Thank you......"

When Zheng Xiu heard this, he was slightly stunned, and as soon as he said a sentence, he suddenly remembered Xie Luohe's "tailwind ear", so he hurriedly said: "How can there be anything reluctant to be reluctant, the big boss is disgusting and kind, the person is very good, and the pattern is very big, how can he be a stingy person." Besides, this is the ink treasure left by my grandfather. ”

Xiao Tao muttered quietly: "But the eldest lady is not 'evil', she looks beautiful, and Xiao Tao is envious." ”

Zheng Xiu couldn't wait to slap his two mouths, and he didn't pay attention to using the wrong words all of a sudden, he shouldn't suppress it first and then raise it, and to deal with this kind of tailwind ear, he should raise it to the end.

"That's right."

Zheng Xiu looked at these two scrolls of the four seasons for a whole day, and didn't see any clues, so he asked casually: "Xiao Tao, what do you think, how are these two paintings drawn?" ”

"Xiao Tao thinks that Childe's painting is a hundred times better than the above."

"Honesty is the value of a man."

Xiao Tao pouted: "But Xiao Tao didn't lie, Childe painted thousands of times better than this painting." ”

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

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

Momo asks Childe why he is so interested in these two paintings.

Zheng Xiu said with a smile: "Legend has it that there is a big secret hidden in this set of four seasons. ”

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

"It doesn't matter."

Since Zheng Xiu knew Xie Luohe's tailwind, he spoke a little more cautiously, and he didn't dare to say anything.

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

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

Xiao Tao cautiously asked Gongzi if he needed to pinch something else, Zheng Xiu felt that other places were not sour, so he refused, and told Xiao Tao to rest early.

The little girl left in a huff.

Following.

A hurried sound of horses' hooves woke Zheng Xiu up.

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

Listening to the voice, Zheng Xiu speculated that there were about 200 people going out.

Xiao Tao did not hide it, saying that there was a shortage of food in the village now, and the second master personally took the men and horses to hunt.

"Hunting?"

Zheng Xiu frowned.

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

After the winter, Yunhezhai has not worked for half a month, Xie Yunliu went out this time, and I don't know if he received any rumors, and I don't know which caravan is going to be unlucky.

In the evening.

Xie Yunliu hurriedly returned with a crowd of people.

Among the people who went were 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 Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan's rooms next door, and there is a hole in the partition wall, which can be used by people to get through the size of the past.

One by one, they tacitly knew this.

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

When he comes back on weekdays, even if it is snowing, he will take off his shirt, or fight with Chu Chengfeng until midnight to get drunk together, and when Chu Chengfeng is not interested, he will take his burden for an hour, and he looks like he has nowhere to vent his energy. But as soon as he came back today, Xie Yunliu happily climbed to the dome, as if he had something important to say to his old sister.

Zheng Xiu quickly found Xiao Buping, whose mouth was leaking.

"Where did you go during the day?"

Xiao Buping pouted: "Hunting." ”

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

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

In addition to the wild boar, they brought back two truckloads of grain.

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

Xiao Buping thought for a while and shook his head: "Not really, in fact, we shot a total of ten wild boars, and then Xie Yunliu personally brought a group of cronies to the nearby town to exchange food." ”

"Food? Nothing strange? ”

"Strange! Strange of course! The good bandits and thieves don't rob it, Xie Yunliu wants to take the wild boar meat to the town to change, damn it, if I didn't Xiao Buping changed this profession, I almost thought that we were a group of serious people who specialized in hunting in the mountains. ”

"No, I mean, did Xie Yunliu go to town, did it make you feel a little stranger?"

Of course, it is strange that good thieves do not rob it, but exchange meat for food.

But that's not what Zheng Xiu wants to know.

He always felt that Xie Yunliu seemed to know something.

When Zheng Xiu asked over and over again, Xiao Buping finally said something.

He said that Xie Yunliu seemed very happy after returning 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 all this for?"

Xiao Buping stared at the scholar in confusion.

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

Because of the hunting harvest, the bandits were once again drunk 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 four seasons?"

Zheng Xiu shook his head and said honestly: "I can't see it." ”

Xie Luo River was silent.

Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe, and after being silent for half a minute, he couldn't help but ask: "I've been here for so long, and you haven't asked me, aren't you curious, what did the national teacher say to me before he died?" ”

The corners of Xie Luohe's mouth hooked, and he pointed to his ear.

Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, and scolded in his heart.

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

A veritable tailwind ear.

.

Xie Luohe saw Zheng Xiu's deflated expression, turned around and walked towards the wooden house, and for some reason there was a surge of pleasure in his heart.

Hmph.

Fight me?

Xie Luohe said suddenly: "After a while, you and I will go on a long trip." ”

"I ...... With you? The peace that had lasted for more than two months was suddenly broken, and Zheng Xiu secretly said that he felt that Xie Yunliu's reaction was correct. After a moment's thought, he suddenly thought of a possibility: "You have found the whereabouts of the other two four seasons?" ”

Xie Luohe nodded, pushed the door and walked into the wooden house.

Jingling.

When the Xie Luo River entered the house, a breeze was blown, and the crisp sound of music was heard. Only then did Zheng Xiu notice that a string of wind chimes was hanging on the door frame of the Xie Luohe wooden house.

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

hung a string of bells, it's different from Fengbei's home, right?

What about covering your ears and stealing the bell?

Although Xie Luohe didn't say when he would leave, thinking that he was about to leave this Yunhe Village, Zheng Xiu felt a little unaccustomed for a moment.

Forget it, it's time to move.

A few days later.

Zheng Xiu took advantage of Xie Yunliu to lead a team to patrol the mountain and came to the workshop.

The head master of the workshop is a senior blacksmith, and others call him Lao Jiao, the year of the sixtieth birthday.

Lao Jiao also mixed up on the road when he was young, and lived a life of licking blood on the knife edge. Before the age of thirty, he became good, changed his name and surname to the south, married a daughter-in-law, and liked to mention a son. Later, when his son grew up, the fact that he was a thief when he was young somehow leaked out, and there was still an old bounty for him in the official mansion, and a knife catcher came to the door and wanted to carry Lao Jiao's head to receive the reward.

Later, Lao Jiao chopped three knife catchers on the spot, dragged a broken leg, and escaped. He actually relied on his own iron-striking skills to make an iron leg for himself, and then dragged this heavy iron leg to flee for his life, and after several twists and turns, he arrived at Yunhe Village and managed the workshop of Yunhe Village.

The bandit knives and armor pieces in Yunhe Village are all from his handwriting.

Zheng Xiu once listened to his heroic story of "carrying a knife to kill from the street to the end of the street without blinking an eye" at a banquet, and talked to Lao Jiao, and left a deep impression on this old-timer.

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

Zheng Xiu later heard that Lao Jiao's son was doing well now, setting up a pancake stall in a small city, selling pancakes, and marrying a daughter-in-law, who is now six months pregnant.

"Lao Jiao!"

When Zheng Xiu walked to the workshop, the coal stove in the workshop had already been extinguished, and Lao Jiao placed a charcoal basin in front of him.

Zheng Xiu suddenly spoke, Lao Jiao's hands shook in fright, and he almost didn't cut off a piece of his heel. When he saw that the person who came was Zheng Xiu, he suddenly lost his temper.

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

A scholar, a little peach.

Not all the way.

"Scholar, what are you doing?"

Zheng Xiu arched his hand towards Lao Jiao, and smiled kindly: "Uncle, I want to ask you to do something." ”

"Please?" Lao Jiao put down the knife to peel his feet, his eyes were empty, and he wondered: "Is it a big boss?" ”

Zheng Xiu shook his head: "No." ”

"Then I didn't open the furnace until the winter."

Lao Jiao refused.

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

"Huh?"

Lao Jiao looked at the seal of the wine jar, his eyes lit up, Zheng Xiu's eyes bloomed, and the pot of wine was covered by Lao Jiao's arms.

"Where did it come from?"

"Hehe, you don't know, Chu Chengfeng and I have a lifelong friendship, I took it from his room."

It just hasn't had time for his consent yet.

Zheng Xiu thought silently in his heart.

Lao Jiao spoke now, and with a smile he put his hand on the top of the charcoal basin, only to see that his black knuckles were covered with calluses.

"Tell me what you want to do."

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

"I want to play a pen with my hair." Zheng Xiu handed a bundle of hair cut off in advance to Lao Jiao, and carefully described the length, weight, and shape of the brush to Lao Jiao.

Lao Jiao didn't care about it at first, but listening to it, Lao Jiao pondered the strange smell and breathed shortly: "You want to hit a ......"

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

He has been fighting iron for Yunhezhai for half his life, Zheng Xiu said this, where can he not see the iron pen that Zheng Xiu wants to play, it is clearly a weapon to take advantage of.

Painting in the front, followed by a mallet, a mallet can kill a person.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just a painting utensil." Zheng Xiu spread his fair and delicate hands in front of Lao Jiao's eyes, and said with a smile: "Look at my hands, how dare you think carefully." ”

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

Isn't it just an iron pen?

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

Zheng Xiu took a few steps closer and smiled.

Lao Jiao: "? ”

"I just want to ask, do you have some materials here that specialize in fighting divine weapons, what extraterrestrial meteoric iron, thousand-year-old cold iron, 10,000-year-old undersea gold, volcanic unmelted steel or something, give me ten catties and eight catties!"

When Lao Jiao heard this, his eyes widened, he looked at the scholar, and it took a long time to hold back a word from his mouth.

"Get out!"

At first, Zheng Xiu thought that this "painting tool" would take ten days and half a month to get it right, but he didn't expect it to be only five days, late one night, Lao Jiao knocked lightly on the door outside, when Zheng Xiu opened the door, Lao Jiao didn't say a word and stuffed a "painting tool" wrapped in a black cloth into Zheng Xiu's arms, turned his head and left.

Lao Jiao walked quickly, and he didn't even give Zheng Xiu a chance to say thank you.

Closing the door, Zheng Xiu secretly lit the lamp in the corner and took out the iron pen.

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

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

Swinging a few times in the room, although it is slightly heavier for Zheng Xiu's current physique, it is very handy overall, and no matter how light it is, it will not be able to knock people to death.

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

In the dark, Zheng Xiu bit his fingers, bright red blood poured out, Zheng Xiu used blood as ink, danced the iron pen, and quickly swiped in front of him.

After blinking.

In front of Zheng Xiu, there seemed to be a non-existent "paper", and the blood ink was splashed on it, becoming a blood-colored flower bone.

As if alive, the flower bones rapidly grow, bloom, and wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, the lotus flower that exuded a surging blood light bloomed with the brilliance of a lifetime in a few breaths, turning into a little blood light and escaping in the darkness.

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

"It's finished."