Ku Rongti

Besides, Jing Gu was thrown by Chu Deng at Zhou Shanji's residence, and the two parties didn't react for a while.

When Zhou Shanji finally came to his senses, he looked at Jing Gu expressionlessly and thought, "This is my legendary junior brother?"

But Jing Gu reacted, and his heart was full of gratitude to his uncle——It's really awesome, uncle, I just realized that I fell in love with senior brother, so he sent me to his door.

If Chu Deng knew what this kid was thinking, he would be furious to see his senior brother Jiang Qi, and count his own sins in pain, why would he accept such a thing as an apprentice for his wise and martial brother.

Zhou Shanji looked at Jing Gu looking at him eagerly, completely speechless, and wanted to pull Chu Deng out and beat him up.

"Big Brother..." Jing Gu called Zhou Shanji expectantly, and looked at him with bright eyes: "Me, where do I sleep?"

Zhou Shanji really wanted to throw Jing Gu out, but no matter what, Jing Gu was also his junior brother in name, and he looked so thin and weak, Zhou Shanji's heart softened for some reason.

He felt that no matter how unreliable Chu Deng was, he wouldn't accept an unreliable apprentice for his master, right?

Many years later, Zhou Shanji recalled his first impression of Jing Gu, and wanted to give himself a big mouth.

What a weakling, what an innocent boy, this guy is clearly a bastard who hasn't hit the house for three days!

Zhou Shanji looked at Jing Gu and asked, "How old are you?"

Scenery: "Sixteen!"

Zhou Shanji looked at him suspiciously, logically speaking Sang Shishi should be 15 years old, Jing Gu's stature is a circle smaller than Sang Shixi, and he is half a head shorter, and people would believe him when he was said to be thirteen.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Jing Gu stretched out his hand: "Uncle Shi said that you can only know the age by looking at the bones, you can take a look."

Zhou Shanji didn't doubt his intentions at all, grabbed Jing Gu's slender wrist, and found that he was really 16 years old.

Jing Gu thought contentedly, "Isn't this a close contact with senior brother?"

He sneaked a glance at Zhou Shanji and felt his heart beating like a drum. Zhou Shanji was definitely the most handsome man he had ever seen.

Of course, Jing Gu didn't know what the grown-up Sang Shishi looked like at this time.

Zhou Shanji suddenly thought that Jing Gu must know something about Sang Shishi, so he sat him at the table and chatted with him: "How did you know Chu Deng and Shishi?"

Jing Gu didn't let go of the address of Sang Shishi in his words, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he still replied: "I met Shishi in the inn, and I met Shishu when we went to his house to play."

"Oh." Zhou Shanji found that he didn't know where to ask about Sang Shishi except for this sentence, so he had to follow Chu Deng's instructions when he left, and taught Jing Gu the puppet technique.

"Do you know what puppetry is?" Zhou Shanji asked.

Jing Gu nodded fiercely: "I know! My uncle said that puppet art is to control other things for your own use."

Sure enough, the half-assed Chu Deng couldn't teach Jing Gu anything. Zhou Shanji sighed and asked Jing Gu to take out the wooden ball left by Jiang Qi, and asked him, "Can you really see the puppet inside?"

Jing Gu blinked: "Yes."

Zhou Shanji asked the same question as Chu Deng: "How much can you see?"

"Hmm...a finely crafted puppet, I can see the eyelashes." Jing Gu described the puppet he saw, but Zhou Shanji's eyes gradually changed.

The wooden ball left by Jiang Qi is a puppet that he has exhausted all his life to learn. The exquisite craftsmanship is amazing, but Jiang Qi has been searching for ten years, but he has not found a way to make the puppet "live".

This wooden ball had been in Zhou Shanji's hands for a while, but even he could only see a rough outline.

If...Jing Gu can see the whole picture of the puppet, then he is really a rare puppet genius.

Zhou Shanji: "I major in formations, and my understanding of puppet art is far inferior to that of Master, but I can also guide you into it."

"The essence of puppet art is indeed to control other things for one's own use. Although puppet art is divided into elementary, intermediate and high-level, if there is no matching cultivation level, it cannot be performed even if it reaches a high level."

"As far as I know, only a puppeteer who has reached the peak of the middle level and reached the level of god transformation can control living things, and only a high-level puppeteer who is fit can control external objects as he wants."

"Chu Deng should have given you the book on elementary puppetry, read it yourself, and ask me if you don't understand."

Jing Gu looked at Zhou Shanji with some embarrassment: "That... senior brother... I, I can't read..."

Zhou Shanji: "..."

Chu Deng, where did you find the genius who can't read!

He was quite helpless, looked at the sky and it was getting late, and said: "I will teach you later."

Jing Gu nodded in satisfaction, looked left and right for a while, and asked the crucial question again: "Then...brother, where should I sleep tonight?"

Zhou Shanji looked at the only bed in the room in embarrassment, and finally said reluctantly: "Just make do with me for a night, and I will ask someone to set up another bed tomorrow."

Scenery: "!"

He never expected this speed of development.

Zhou Shanji let Jing Gu go to bed first, and he struggled in his heart for a while before going up, he thought, they are all men anyway, so what are you afraid of?

The situation is different, on the surface, he huddled inside as if he was afraid of crowding Zhou Shanji, but in fact he was secretly happy.

......

The night in Yangjing is also brightly lit, there is no curfew in the city, Goulan teahouse and other places are open all night, under the huge bustling, there are shadows passing by.

At that time, the hostess of a family had already woken up, and she was going to prepare breakfast for the family.

There was a wooden cradle next to her bed, and a white and tender baby was lying in it, sleeping soundly.

When the woman got into bed, she glanced at the sleeping child, and a gentle smile covered the corners of her eyes and brows. It was a natural smile when a mother looked at her child, soft and happy.

The woman tucked the quilt for the child, and gently closed the door when she went out.

After she prepared the family's breakfast, she opened the door again, but what she saw was a nightmare that would be etched in her heart for a lifetime.

A sharp and mournful scream pierced through the still quiet Yangjing City.

......

Chu Deng was sitting in the gazebo in the garden drinking tea, and when he saw Zhou Shanji walking over with a wrinkled forehead, he knew that something was wrong.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhou Shanji came, he said, "Something happened in the city, it's related to... Return to Qingu..."

Chu Deng's sloppy sitting posture was straightened all of a sudden, and his flirtatious eyebrows brought an imperceptible danger: "You said...it's about Gui Qingu?"

Besides the three islands, there is Guiqin Valley, which is a gathering place for the monster race. The king of the monsters of this generation is now more than ten thousand years old, and his real body is a white tiger.

Zhou Shanji: "It's absolutely true. The youngest son of a family in the east of the city died tragically. His body was glowing purple. It must be the work of the monster clan!"

Chu Deng gritted his teeth secretly. If the demon clan appeared on the mainland, it could only mean that there was a problem with the rule of Guiqingu Demon King.

Since ancient times, there has been an agreement between the Three Islands, Guiqingu and the mainland. The Demon King of Guiqingu must ensure that no monsters invade the mainland during his rule, otherwise the Three Islands have a reason to attack Guiqingu.

It is also a rule that Mishima cannot attack Guiqin Valley for no reason.

Chu Deng got up: "Go and see."

He seemed to remember something, looked behind Zhou Shanji: "Where's Jing Gu?"

The corner of Zhou Shanji's mouth twitched as soon as he mentioned the scene. The child didn't sleep well, and put his arms or legs on his body several times last night.

Zhou Shanji coughed lightly: "Stay in the palace to read, I have asked Shen He to teach him."

Shen He is a rising star in Yingzhou, and Chu Deng had a good relationship with him when he was still in Yingzhou.

Chu Deng was relieved, walked to Sang Shishi's room and took him out: "Go, I'll take you to see something interesting."

Obviously, Sang Shishi didn't want to go to see interesting things with him.

Intuition told Sang Shishi that it would not be a good thing.

When they arrived at the house, the officials of the imperial court, led by Gu Ming, had already searched for traces. When they saw them coming, they greeted them: "Chu Deng, Zhou Immortal."

He waved his hand to make the officials retreat. Although those people didn't know Chu Deng, they had heard about Zhou Shanji. They secretly stared at them with curiosity and awe, and left the scene.

As Sang Shishi had expected, Chu Deng would not show him anything that would make him feel "interesting".

He will only be shown the unprocessed baby corpse.

Chu Deng looked at him with a smile: "What? Are you afraid? If you are afraid, Master will hug you and you will not be afraid!"

Sang Shishi: "..."

In fact, he is more afraid of Chu Deng's indecency than a baby.

Zhou Shanji glared at Chu Deng: How do you teach children?

Not to be outdone, Chu Deng glanced back at him: Our master and apprentice have been getting along like this for so many years, how is it?

Sang Shishi was totally unaware of the backstabbing between the two, he knelt down and looked at the little corpse, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Such a young child was disemboweled and his eyeballs were smashed out. How could such a heartless guy do such a thing?

The word beast may not be enough to describe it.

Chu Deng then slowly found a chair and sat down, touched his chin and said, "Purple Qi will be poured on the forehead, and this method of disembowelling is really familiar. I think only she can do it."

Zhou Shanji: "It's my concubine."

Sang Shishi: "This name sounds familiar."

When Zhou Shanji was talking to him, his voice was much softer: "Si concubine is the daughter of Guiqingu Demon King."

Chu Deng suddenly remembered something, and stood up abruptly: "Si concubine and the people from 'Fuxu' have colluded together!"

"What!?" Zhou Shanji's expression changed.

Floating catkins is the "magic way" in the mouth of Mishima.

Fuxu's demon king is Chu Deng's younger brother, Chu Yingtan.

Chu Deng: "In Liuyan Village, I met Si Cong on Nanshan Mountain. She ate a girl's heart and liver, and she acted together with Liu Ren, one of the Four Great Protectors of Fuxu."

Zhou Shanji: "If this is the case, we will go to Penglai immediately, report to the owner of the island after returning to Yingzhou, and then go to Guiqin Valley."

The more Sang Shiyi listened, the more confused he became, he had never heard of "Guiqingu", "Fuxu" and "Four Great Protectors", but at this moment he understood what Zhou Shanji meant, and hurriedly asked: "Aren't you going to catch the murderer? "

"Ancestor, I have to know where she is first!" Chu Deng was helpless.

Zhou Shanji was silent for a moment, and said: "Si concubine can't move easily. Although she rebelled and returned to Qingu, she is still the only daughter of the demon king. We have to ask the demon king first."

Si Ji is the only daughter of the Demon King, and if she commits a crime, she may be protected by the Demon King. No matter what their status is, it is impossible for them to challenge the Demon King.

But Chu Deng understood this truth, Zhou Shanji understood it, but Sang Shishi didn't understand it, or rather, didn't want to understand it.

He just thought, how pitiful is the child's mother if the murderer is at large like this?

They walked out all the way, just in time a woman who described her behavior as crazy was rushing in, Gu Ming hurriedly asked people to stop her.

"Yuan'er, Yuan'er..." The woman kept shouting this name, and her scattered eyes were full of fear and uneasiness.

The hairpin on her head fell apart, a few strands of hair hung down and stuck to her face, Sang Shixi couldn't help but take a step back.

"Let me in! Let me in! Ah—" The woman was stopped and walked back, letting out a heart-piercing scream, as if her heart, liver, spleen and lungs had been cut off.

"It's the child's mother." Gu Ming said in a low voice, "The people below may not have caught her and let her run out."

Sang Shishi didn't speak, but stared blankly at the direction the woman was being taken down.

"Let's go." Chu Deng patted his shoulder.

"What will she do in the future?" Sang Shixi asked suddenly.

It took Chu Deng a while to understand who he was talking about, and sighed: "The world is impermanent, life and death are fate. Her child is dead, and no one can say whether she will come out by herself in the future."

"I heard that concubine talking to Liu Ren in Nanshan. Could it be that she didn't kill the child when we were eaten by her?"

Chu Deng didn't know how to relieve him, so he just said: "Life and death are fate, you don't need to worry too much."

"I'm going to kill her." Sang Shishi said, and repeated it again, as if to strengthen his determination: "I must kill her."

This time Chu Deng knew who he was talking about without even thinking about it, and stopped for a moment before he wanted to speak, then grabbed Sang Shishi's shoulders and took him away.

Sang Shishi turned his head and glanced at the house, clenched his fist, then let go.