This time, the Northern Barbarian Rebellion lasted for five years.

The ambitious Northern Barbarian King originally wanted to drive the wolf and chase the tiger, and use the troops of the 36 countries in the Western Regions to disrupt the southern part of the Great Qian, so that the Great Cadre would take care of one and lose the other, and relieve the pressure on the northern front.

Tianjing twenty-five years.

Folk legend: Flying stars outside the sky, falling in the west of the desert, the sky punished the enemy army in the Western Regions by 10,000 people.

Somehow, this happy event quickly spread all over the north and south of the Great Qian, and the people called "God bless the Great Qian"; At the same time, since Chu Chengfeng, the leader of the largest chaotic party, the "Chushan Army", disappeared for some reason, the remaining party of the Chushan Army has not become a climate.

The imperial court issued the "Zhao'an Order" again in a timely manner, with rich conditions and high-ranking officials entering the knighthood, which can be called "one person enlists in the army, and the whole family has no worries about the glorious descendants". Under various conditions, it was difficult for the rebels to refuse, and the people were discouraged, and they took refuge in the imperial court. Now that the internal cadres have stabilized in a very short period of time, the south has been stable, and the imperial court has organized the former rebel rebels into another army, called the "Zhenbarian Army".

The Zhenban army was led by Xie Yunliu, the "general of Pingxi".

Xie Yunliu led 50,000 Zhenban troops, waved his army north, and joined up with General Zheng, one of the four generals of Zhenguo.

In the same year, the Zhenbarian army arrived at the front line, fought alongside General Zheng, and began a counteroffensive.

With the Zhen Barbarian Army and General Zheng as the arrow, a huge breakthrough was made on the front line. General Zheng and Xie Yunliu joined forces, bravely and invincible, and beheaded the hands of the Northern Barbarian King on the front line.

The Northern Barbarian King retreated, General Zheng and Xie Yunliu chased the enemy for thousands of miles, and even penetrated deep into the barbarian country, almost penetrating the "holy mountain" of the barbarian country, Bagnamo Mountain - in the Northern Barbarian language, "Baganamo" has the meaning of "endless", and it was almost extinguished.

In the twenty-eighth year of Tianjing, because it was difficult for the baggage vehicles to penetrate deep into the enemy country, the supply was difficult, and the Northern Barbarian Army retreated on all fronts, it had already lost its temper. Xie Yunliu and General Zheng commanded the remnants of the army and returned to the territory of Daqian.

In the same year, the imperial court issued an urgent military order, in order to prevent the comeback of the Northern Barbarians, under the hint of the national teacher, the Ministry of War issued a document, ordering the two generals Zheng and Xie to temporarily guard the frontier.

In the twenty-ninth year of Tianjing, the defeat of the Northern Barbarian Army was a foregone conclusion, and the general trend was decided.

The Zheng family has been loyal to martyrs for generations, and General Zheng is happy to accept the order.

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

When the Ministry of War learned of this, Xie Yunliu's move was originally disobedience and became a fugitive general. However, the merits and demerits were offset, and the military department played the matter, and the new emperor decided not to pursue it in order to stabilize the army's heart, and the merits and demerits were offset by Xie Yunliu's military status, and there was no Xie Yunliu in the army from then on.

Thirty years of Tianjing.

With the stability of the domestic dynasty, the new emperor made up for the first emperor after the cumbersome funeral ceremonies such as small funerals, large burials, funerals, and sacrifices to the sky. On March 3 of the following year, the new emperor officially ascended the throne, and out of nowhere he found a "testament" left by the first emperor, proclaiming the world.

New country name: Yonggong.

Yonggong for one year, the new emperor granted amnesty to the world, revived all industries, and congratulated the world on peace.

Immediately afterwards, the new emperor began to gather the historians of the court and the central government, and wrote the "magnificent" twenty years in the history books.

In the history books, the secret factory was deleted, Lou Mengkong was deleted, the martial arts knights were deleted, and Cheng Huan was deleted to kill the first emperor. In the history books, the first emperor worked hard and worked hard, and finally fell seriously ill and died. In this way, the history books returned the first emperor a well-known face and the innocence of the emperor's family. As an emperor, you must not let people be beheaded.

In this way, the world has changed.

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

Yonggong two years.

A bald man rides an overwhelmed pony to a small town that no one cares about.

As the sun set, the long afterglow shone on the bald head. The bald-headed fierce man looked tired, and the officers and soldiers by the city gate leaned on their spears and fell asleep.

"Excuse me, have you ever seen a person? He has crippled 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 inquired.

A kind lady told him:

"This lord, the strange man you said lives in the town, hey, go along this road, turn right at the fifth intersection, and you will see a small dilapidated courtyard in the seventh lane......"

The eldest lady said that it was a strange person, living in a simple place, obviously not raising a cat, but saying that he had a cat all day long, crazy, burning things in the house all day long, and the neighbors were afraid of him.

The door of the courtyard was not locked, and when the monk pushed the door in, a hoarse scolding came from inside:

"That's not right! Wrong! None of them are right! This is wrong! Wrong! ”

Tear and pull!

Inside the house, two crutches were abandoned at will, and the paper was flying, and some fell on Meow'er, who turned over with a bitter face and looked at the anxious man in the room with contempt.

The man's hair was disheveled, and his beard was disheveled, covering almost his entire face. When the monk entered, he was hysterically losing his temper, his eyes were gloomy, and he was irritable and tearing off the "half-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 looked happy, fell to the ground, but he didn't seem to feel pain, and crawled anxiously towards the monk on the ground, crawled a few steps, and the man's dirty clothes were stained with another layer of ink. Seeing this, the monk immediately stepped forward to help. The vicissitudes and exhaustion in the man's eyebrows 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 that he didn't want to go. But the man didn't let him, 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 is not Xie Yunliu, Gongsun Mo is likely to be unable to paint that picture, then, all his efforts will be in vain.

Therefore, when he won the battle, the monk gave up the identity of "Xie Yunliu" for the first time, abandoned the high-ranking official Houlu, gave up the glory, disarmed and returned to the field, and went home to find his good big brother.

"How do you ......"

The man waved his hand: "It's okay, tell me quickly, in the scenery that 'I' have never experienced, can you notice anything unusual?" ”

The monk helped the man to sit down on the bed, which was covered with a foul stench and a layer of discarded paper. The monk was silent, he couldn't imagine how the man who lost his legs could persevere in the past five years.

Day after day, year after year, he was obsessed, he was obsessed, he was crazy, he blamed himself, just to paint that legendary "cannibal painting".

All the windows in the house were nailed by wooden planks, and it was dim. The monk found the oil lamp, lit it, and told all the stories of his years in the army. In the end, the monk said what he thought: "Except for your grandfather, the rest of the soldiers made the little monk feel that they were more like the walking dead than taciturn. ”

"That's Zheng's great-grandfather," the man bit his nails vigorously and casually corrected the monk's rhetoric. 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, after his face was covered by his long hair, the eyes of the yin owl gradually shone out: "Sure enough! And so it was! ”

"Everything is fake! Fake! ”

"As 'my' paintings are widely circulated in the world, every time someone has seen that painting, they will fall for the 'soul dementoring' technique hidden deep in the painting!"

"The soul will not completely take away the 'meaning' in the soul, but as long as the trace is taken away, supplemented by painting, and the painting is formed, a portrait can be made to look ...... in the world in the painting. Like a person! ”

"That's right! I was right at the beginning! This is the root of cannibalism! It is the basis for drawing cannibal paintings! ”

"In this world, 'I' have never met my great-grandfather! The reason why he was able to draw it was because the legend of his great-grandfather was widely spread in the world. His bravery, his good fighting, his righteousness, everything about him is spread in the mouth of every people, and his image lives in the hearts of the people! In the hearts of everyone who has seen the 'painting', there is a 'General Zheng', and it is all the 'General Zheng' who plumps themselves up in the painting, forming the General Zheng you see and fighting side by side with Xie Yunliu! ”

"A large number of human souls can make Chang Yan and Chang Shi close and form a junction...... Ghost! Perhaps, a large number of human souls may not be needed! Each person only ingests a little bit, and it does not affect his life and soul...... Quantity makes up for quality! Perhaps, too! ”

"So, 'I' don't need to paint bits and pieces of this world, I just need to use my brush to create a plausible false world, and that's it!"

"It's done! It can be done! It's all possible! Fake it! ”

The man danced with his hands and ate and laughed.

"Meow!" At this time, the silent little phoenix meow raised her head, her two eyes were bright, and she silently jumped on the man's shoulder, gently patting the man's hair with her paws, as if she recognized his statement.

The more the man spoke, the more excited he became, and the monk who was stunned by the listening on the side, but his face became more and more gloomy, and after hearing the meow, the monk's eyes suddenly widened with anger, and a low roar like a wounded beast came out of his throat, and he suddenly got up, slapped it, and slammed it in the man's face.

"Smack!"

The monk slapped the man's face to the side, and the little phoenix on the man's shoulder jumped down from the man in fright, staring at the meow, covering his face with his two paws, and staring blankly at the two who suddenly fought, the action seemed to be empathetic, and even it felt painful.

After slapping the man, the monk was also a little confused, looking at his red palm for a long time and not coming back to his senses, looking at it, the monk looked up blankly, and saw the man's red and swollen face and the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and cried suddenly: "The little monk doesn't like to hear this!" ”

"What's the fake! How can it be fake? Although the little monk didn't remember the past at that time, he only remembered that he became a young master, but ah, Lao Chu, Lao Xiao, and Bai Xiaochuan were fat, and they crossed the yellow sand thousands of miles back then, just to fight side by side with the little monk, is this fake? ”

"Under the moon before the sand, the little monk drank and drunk with them, talking about the hot and cold world and the impermanence of life, is this fake!"

The more the monk spoke, the more excited he became, he stepped forward and grabbed the man's collar, tears and snot on his face: "Lao Chu said that he had already seen the grievances of the rivers and lakes, and he knew that he was wrong!" He also said that after he returned from the desert, he and Miss Wen had another pair of twins! He also wants to live a life full of children and grandchildren, and grow old with Miss Wen! Is this also fake? ”

"They can't go back! Lao Chu and Miss Wen used their lives to save the little monk from there! Could it be that this affection is also false in your opinion? ”

"You and my sister...... No, the Chelo River...... No, the ten years of the Fengbei girl, the ten years when you shared the bed, don't you think it's fake! ”

"The little monk doesn't understand this, the little monk doesn't understand Danqing, but the little monk thinks that even if we are trapped here and experience all kinds of disasters, the people inside may be painted by the ghost with mysterious thaumaturgy two hundred years ago, but everything the little monk has experienced, the little monk has seen them, the wine that the little monk has drunk, and what the little monk has said are all true! Even if everything is fake, that love must be true! Fake, not really! Really, it can't be fake! ”

"Brother Zheng, wake up! No matter how stupid and dull the little monk is, he can tell the difference between right and wrong! If even you don't think their love is real, then they 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 away the snot and tears on his face, cried and scolded, he calmed down a little, he touched his bald head, looked at the man sitting on the ground, his lips trembled, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

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

The monk glanced at Xiao Fengmeow, folded his hands, and sighed:

"There are three 'new births' 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 his life, one is when his heart stops, the second is when he is infamous and is pointed at by thousands of people, and the third is when he is completely forgotten by the world."

When the man heard this, his lowered head suddenly lifted, and from between his hair, his eyes stared at the monk in disbelief.

The monk smiled slightly, 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 even you forget her, she is really dead. ”

The man was shocked.

The monk touched his bald head again: "You have also seen the experience of the little monk over the years, the little monk has suffered from the demons in his heart, and he has been ignorant for many years, Brother Zheng, have you ever thought that from beginning to end, what appeared in front of Brother Zheng was not the Xie Luohe that really existed two hundred years ago, but the Feng girl who gave birth to the 'Xie Luohe Heart Demon'?" ”

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

Following.

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

In front of the hospital, the monk carefully wipes the man's body, trims his hair, shaves his beard, and puts on a new robe. With the money he had accumulated over the years, he bought a carriage, carried the man on his back, sat on the horse, and with a shout, the carriage staggered away from the town.

Inside the carriage, the man's hair was black with white hair sandwiched in it, and from a distance it looked like a head full of silver threads. The monk combed his silver hair neatly and tied it up, making him look radiant, but his emaciated face and sunken eye sockets were no longer handsome.

"Big brother, where are we going?"

Out of the city, the monk asked happily. He was very happy that his eldest brother could get out of the decline.

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

Bumpy all the way, the two of them together, the monk took care of the life of the man with a broken leg, all the way to the east, after three months, the climate was warm, they came to the coast of the East China Sea, where there is a valley of birds and flowers, the valley is hazy, faintly visible buildings flying arches, the town outside the valley uploaded, there used to be a family of hidden masters, now it is in decline, and the home is deserted.

Along the path, the carriage stopped, and the monk carried the man on his back and walked up the mountain. On the mountainside sits a large mansion, the courtyard of the mansion is cold, the walls are covered with moss, the wooden door is covered with mildew, and the door is inlaid with two vivid bronze lions, the lion's mouth holds the door knocker, and a thick layer of patina is laid on it, and the rust is stained.

The monk stepped forward and pulled the knocker, and with a click, the knocker broke. The monk glanced back at the man at a loss, and the little phoenix meow on his shoulder seemed to be very interesting, eating and laughing.

"It's okay, go in."

There is no one to take care of the outside of the mansion, but the courtyard inside is full of fallen leaves, and it is obvious that someone is living there. The monk shouted a few times, and soon a white-haired old woman walked out of the inner hall, she squinted at the two of them, and first said: "Gongsun's family has not been a guest ten years ago, if you want to ......"

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

Everything about the "Gongsun Family" is just a strange memory for the man, and he has not really lived here. However, when the old woman cried and hugged him with broken legs, an inexplicable nostalgia came to her heart, and at this moment, he became Gongsun Mo, who had been away from home for many years, and the wanderer returned home.

After the tea ceremony, the men offered incense to the ancestors and ancestors in the ancestral hall. The "people" in his memory were neatly arranged there, and they became cold spiritual seats.

The old woman is the nurse of Gongsun Mo, who has taken care of her father and son for many years, and now she is gray-haired, with a rickety back, and things are wrong.

"The Gongsun family, no one can escape the destiny of not living to be fifty." Turning around to say goodbye to the spiritual position of the ancestors and ancestors, the man said to the elderly Mei Niang: "Mei Niang, I have suffered you all these years." ”

The old woman wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and grinned: "It doesn't matter, it's good for the young master to come back, it's good for people to come back!" The old man must be very happy to know that he is under the spring. It's just that the young master has suffered all these years...... Young master's legs, alas! ”

"It's just a pair of useless legs, but luckily, my hands are still there." The man asked: "I don't know if Mei Niang knows that back then, both grandfather and father repeatedly told that the descendants of the Gongsun family must not paint people, why is that?" ”

The old woman shook her head: "Young master, the old body doesn't understand this. However, in the past, when the old body was studying ink for the old man, the old man muttered some strange words, and the old body still remembers it vividly. ”

"The master said that it is difficult to draw the heart when painting bones and skins, and it doesn't look like a painting horizontally or vertically, so it's better not to paint."

"He said, you can't just paint people, you have to paint the soul, paint the spirit, it's simple, it's not simple, it's difficult, it's not difficult!"

"The old man listened to the old man say this, and his heart was strange, so he mustered up the courage to ask more."

As if remembering the demeanor of the old man when he was young, a long-lost blush appeared on the old woman's face.

"The master said that to draw people, you have to draw the 'heart'. However, if you want to draw the 'human heart', it is easy to put your own 'heart' into it. ”