Xiaotao was a few steps away, and Xie Luohe didn't mention much, but the last sentence seemed to say, you have painted, it's useless, I will not be shaken by this, and you will not win that victory because of this.

A strange bet that makes no sense.

She didn't ask Zheng Xiu to redraw it. In fact, although Zheng Xiu was playing around with it, he did draw the Xieluo River, and it was correct.

Xie Luohe knew that she was different from Fengbei. Even though she had the same appearance and even though she had Fengbei's dream, she could tell clearly that Fengbei was Fengbei and she was her.

Dreams will not become true, and truth will not become dreams.

Zheng Xiu slowly packed up his painting tools and picked up the bamboo basket on his back. Xie Luohe did not see a hint of disappointment hidden in Zheng Xiu's calm eyes.

"At this time tomorrow morning, I will be waiting on time at the top of the mountain, one day at a time, until you lose."

Zheng Xiu endured the pain and climbed down from the rope ladder.

Xiaotao took the corridor.

Before leaving, Xiao Tao said: "Miss, Xiao Tao will send the young master back to his room."

Until the two left, the Xieluo River was messy in the wind.

etc.

What do you mean, stinky scholar?

Are you coming tomorrow?

"Who do you think I am, Xie Luohe, and who do you think Yunhe Village is? You can come when you want, go up when you want, and don't leave if you don't want to leave?"

Xie Luohe shook the long arrow in his hand, and with an explosion sound, it shot into the sky.

Zheng Xiu left the "Image of Xie Luohe's back" on the table. Xie Luohe looked at the painting, his eyes twitched, and he raised his white palm, ready to smash the painting and the table together.

His hands rose and fell, and when they fell into the air, Xie Luohe paused.

After a moment of silence, Xie Luohe stepped forward, put away the scroll, and looked at it carefully in his hands.

downstairs.

"You are alive?"

Xie Yunliu was actually watching, watching Zheng Xiu walk down the top of the mountain unharmed, dumbfounded.

Zheng Xiu wondered: "You still expect me to die?"

Xie Yunliu chuckled: "I wanted to collect the body for you."

Zheng Xiu: "..."

Looking down, while Zheng Xiu was painting the Xieluo River, the turbulent bandits below had dispersed and went back to their homes.

"Which of you won?"

Zheng Xiu casually asked about the results of their discussion.

"Hey, do you think I, Xie Yunliu, will lose?"

"Chu Chengfeng, can't beat you?" Zheng Xiu said in surprise.

Xie Yunliu smiled proudly and grabbed his thick hair vigorously.

Zheng Xiu looked at the thick hair on Xie Yunliu's head, thoughtfully.

Zheng Xiu dragged his heavy body and carried the bamboo basket, preparing to enter the prison again.

This time while painting for Xie Luohe, Zheng Xiu did not successfully see the door. Although he was a little disappointed, this was what Zheng Xiu had expected. If he could casually see the door, there would not be so few strange people in the world.

Zheng Xiu discovered that in this world where martial arts are prevalent, there is no "thaumaturgy".

Although Zheng Xiu doesn't understand why, he has experienced so much and has long had doubts in his heart. Why did the martial arts disappear two hundred years ago? Why did the world line shift after he rescued Feng Bei two hundred years later? "Ye Weiyang" was born.

After seeing "The Magician", Zheng Xiu had a vague feeling that some of his doubts would be answered in the world of the painting, following Gongsun Mo's footsteps.

The existence of this cannibal painting is a kind of evidence.

Two hundred years ago, "strangers" and "thaumaturgy" existed, but there was no evidence of leaving any more traces.

"Only paint the Xieluo River, the same time, the same place, the same picture every day. These are the rules."

"The stricter the rules are, the more opportunities there are to see the door."

"With Gongsun Mo's muscle memory and Zheng Shan's experience of getting a glimpse of the 'painter' path, this is not difficult. It's just a matter of time."

"As long as the Shelo River doesn't go crazy."

"But now it seems that Xie Luohe said it doesn't matter, but in fact, she also has the memory of Feng Bei."

"It's like having another person living in your head, it's very uncomfortable."

Xie Luohe is clearly borrowing Zheng Xiu to kill "Feng Bei" like a demon inside his heart, but Zheng Xiu is trying every means to let "Feng Bei" gain the upper hand again. He and Xie Luo He are destined to be on opposite sides.

In a normal world, he would undoubtedly be cruel to Xie Luohe. Zheng Xiu could only keep telling himself that everything in front of him was fake and did not exist. It was all drawn by Gongsun Mo. Everything was false.

After a period of comfort, Zheng Xiu continued to think of ways to conquer Xieluohe and eliminate Xieluohe's personality with a clear conscience.

As soon as Zheng Xiu entered the cage to rest, he unexpectedly found that the other three cages were empty.

Feeling a little puzzled, Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and rested in his comfort zone.

The airtight prison environment made Zheng Xiu feel at ease.

It wasn't until dusk that Xie Yunliu arrived.

He brought news that Xieluohe no longer had to squat in a cage.

Although Zheng Xiu was helpless, he did not dare to openly disobey Xie Luohe at this time, so he could only accept it.

"By the way, where are they?"

Zheng Xiu asked Chu Chengfeng where the others had gone.

Xie Yunliu's answer made Zheng Xiu widen his eyes: "What did you say? The three of them, Chu Chengfeng, abandoned the bright and the dark and became bandits?"

The three of them, Chu Chengfeng, were riding out on horseback under the leadership of other "seniors" to familiarize themselves with the business scope of Yunhe Village.

Outrageous.

"Bah! What nonsense are these good scholars talking about? They are turning from darkness to light!"

Xie Yunliu viciously released Zheng Xiu, telling him to keep his mouth clean and not look down on the promising profession of banditry.

Xie Yunliu cursed and took Zheng Xiu back to the room. This time Xie Yunliu went up to talk to his sister about something unknown. He no longer held Zheng Xiu as a prisoner and even locked the door.

"By the way, Brother Xie, there is something I want to ask you."

Before leaving, Zheng Xiu mysteriously grabbed Xie Yunliu and whispered in his ear.

"Do you have a medicine that can make people sleep until dawn without waking up from thunder?"

"Bastard!" Xie Yunliu was furious when he heard this: "Why do you, a scholar, want to wear sweat medicine?"

"Hush! Hush! Hush! Keep your voice down!" Zheng Xiu quickly covered Xie Yunliu's big mouth: "I'm of great use."

"You?" Xie Yunliu glared at Zheng Xiu with a fierce look in his eyes. Zheng Xiu quickly explained that he promised that he would never use it on Xie Luohe. How dare he.

When Xie Yunliu heard this, he was suddenly enlightened. He had a smile on his face that all men knew, and patted the scholar's thin shoulder: "I understand! I understand! I can't see it, scholar, so you like this way! Okay! I, Xie Yunliu, have always been loyal.

, now that you have spoken, I am willing to become an adult!"

There were only two women in the whole village, Xiaotao and Xie Luohe. Xie Yunliu didn't dare to give the scholar ten thousand courages to inject Mongolian sweat medicine on Xie Luohe, so the answer was ready to come out.

It seems that scholars are still good at playing, don't like to throw themselves into someone's arms, and like to use force.

"This time, I, Lao Xie, am impressed by you!"

Before leaving, Xie Yunliu promised to get it within three days and gave Zheng Xiu a thumbs up to show his respect.

Next, Zheng Xiu followed his cruel words and took the initiative to climb to the top of the mountain every day without waiting for Xie Luo He to greet him, and sat there, waiting for Xie Luo He to wake up.

Some rumors gradually spread in Yunhe Village. They guessed that the scholar had fallen in love with the big boss, but naturally they didn't dare to say it nonsense, so they kept it secretly in their hearts. But many people didn't think highly of the scholar. If it were a woman,

If it is a tiger, then the master is the most ferocious tigress in the world, the kind that kills anyone who touches it. They just laugh at this stupid scholar who does not know life and death and uses the stupid methods of a scholar to please the master.

Xiao Tao still wanted to come to bed every night, but after learning about Xiao Tao's age, Zheng Xiu declined and stayed alone in the empty room.

After Chu Chengfeng and the three of them joined Yunhe Village as bandits, they were sent to the sentry post. People were watching them all day long, fearing that the three of them might pretend to surrender but actually wanted to run away. Zheng Xiu did not find a chance to ask Chu Chengfeng why he became a bandit.

Days passed day by day, and Zheng Xiu followed the rules every day.

What he draws for Xieluohe every day is still the back.

He has never painted Xie Luohe's front face, but Xie Luohe seems to have been stubborn with the scholar since the first day. You can draw if you like, and I am too lazy to pay attention to you. After the scholar leaves, Xie Luohe always silently leaves the scholar behind.

Put away the calligraphy on it and put it in the box.

She gradually got used to having someone paint for her on time every day.

Day 46.

The cold is approaching and winter is approaching.

Zheng Xiu climbed up to the top of the mountain early in the morning. The green flowers had long since withered. He happened to see the Xieluo River facing the withered flower field, and his back was a bit lonely. She didn't even look at Zheng Xiu, who silently sat in his old position.

Get the painting tools and carefully draw the back of Xieluohe at this moment.
To be continued...