Half Demon and Half Mountain

"Dear passengers, welcome to take the Beiguo special train. This train departs from Beijing and ends at Qinghai Lake. Passengers, please abide by the laws and regulations of the demon world, and do not make noise or fight, otherwise the police will take you away and slice it immediately, thank you Cooperate."

Accompanied by the gentle female voice on the radio, the morning wind blew the golden bells hanging on both sides of the black train, "jingle jingle", knocking on the door to travel between the two worlds.

On the platform, the monsters who came to see them off looked like dogs in suits and leather shoes, or turned into their original shapes in a generous way, which was very lively.

The young girl with a pink suitcase shuffled back and forth timidly in the carriage. She accidentally stepped on a passenger's tail that was dragging on the ground. She looked at the other person's thick arm, apologized hurriedly, and then walked away quickly.

This is Beijing Xizhimen Railway Station. It is said that in a place where people can't see, there is a magical train that can freely shuttle between the two worlds of humans and monsters, cross various provinces, and finally reach the center of Qinghai Lake.

But what people don't know is that humans and demons have always lived in the same space. The so-called demon world is actually the sum of various enchantments and cracks in the sky and the earth, and this train is called the Beiguo Special Train.

The whistling siren sounded with the imprint of the times, and the gushing white steam brushed the window, blurring the concept of time and space in an instant, leading you from the modern city to the grotesque world of monsters.

There are poetic railway tracks covered with roses, and there are giant dragons that die on the top of Kunlun Mountain that stretch for tens of miles. It is another wonderful world different from the steel forest.

After a "long journey", the young girl finally found her place, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.But she soon faced a new problem, because the luggage rack was too high, and she was short, so she couldn't put the luggage on it for a long time.

"Tch." A chuckle quickly entered her ears, making her blush.

For a little monster like her who was born in the new era and grew up in human society, it is very difficult for her to even cultivate, and she is almost like a waste.

Suddenly, a bony hand passed over her head, and with a light push, the pink suitcase was placed on the luggage rack.

"Ah, thank you!" The girl hurriedly thanked her, but when she turned around, she was stunned.

Standing in front of her was a thin man, about 30 or [-] years old, with morbidly white skin, slightly long hair, and a pair of dark eyes hidden behind long bangs, which made people feel horrified.

But there is no doubt that this is a very good-looking man, and he can even be described as beautiful.There was a scarlet streak of blood on the chapped thin lips, adding to the enchantment.

"Please let it go."

Only then did the girl realize that she was blocking the way of the other party, and hurriedly moved out of the way, only to see that the man sat down - opposite to her.

All the furnishings of the Beiguo Special Train are similar to the earliest trains, nostalgic and luxurious.Here is the face-to-face four-seater, but the other two haven't come yet.The girl sat down cautiously, and looked at the man opposite from time to time, but dared not speak to him.

At this time, a male voice with a slightly vicissitudes interrupted her wild thoughts: "Lovely lady, please don't be nervous, my master is actually a very kind person."

Who is speaking?

The girl looked around subconsciously, but only saw the curious eyes cast by the passengers across the road.She couldn't help wondering if she had heard it wrong, but the voice sounded again.

"Look here! I'm here!" Vicissitudes of life reveals a lot of liveliness in the voice, which is both contradictory and harmonious.

This time she finally saw where the talking demon was, and he was on the table—a turtle the size of a child's palm, golden orange in color, with three black lines forming a Chinese character for "Chuan" on its back.

"Money turtle?" The girl was surprised.

"Hi, hello. My name is Ix Bensurf, you can call me Ix." The money turtle raised its paws slowly, but its tone was still lively: "It's an honor to meet you, May I know your name, please?"

It was the first time for the girl to be accosted by a turtle, and her surprise overwhelmed her nervousness.But as soon as she said "Hello", the man across from him suddenly reached out and took the turtle down. He lightly wiped the turtle's belly with his fingers, and then slapped him on the car window with a bang, and couldn't even tear it off.

The money turtle waved its limbs slowly and yelled, "Put me down quickly, you can't do this to me! I'm not picking up girls, I'm trying to restore your image!"

The man just closed his eyes and said coldly, "Shut up."

The money turtle was furious: "Vicious!"

"mean!"

"Cold blood!"

"ruthless!"

He scolded for 10 minutes without getting a response.Finally he seemed to give up, throwing his head back and continuing to strike up a conversation with the girl.

"Hey, do you mind if I keep talking to you like this?"

"No, I don't mind..."

The girl answered in a low voice, but her gaze fell on the man involuntarily.The wind blowing from the window cracked his bangs, and the sun shone on his face, making the pair of phoenix eyes extraordinarily delicate.

There is also the trace of blood on the lips, so people can't help but want to wipe it off with their own hands, that kind of attraction is almost fatal.

Also dangerous.

The journey is still going on, passing through the major demon cities, all the way west.

In the early morning of the next day, the arrival notification came again on the radio—"Chang'an Yaoshi Station" has arrived.The girl stood up and looked at the man with some reluctance. She hadn't been able to talk to him all the way, and she didn't even know his name.

However, at this moment, the man put the turtle into his windbreaker pocket and stood up too.

He helped the girl take down the box, then left without saying anything.

The girl dragged the suitcase belatedly and chased after him, but was tripped by a passenger who also got off the bus. When she squeezed to the door, she only saw the back of the man.

"Wait a minute, what's your name..."

The unfinished words were swallowed up in the white halo of the car door.Inside the gate is the special train of the Northern Kingdom that shuttles through the demon world, but outside the gate is the wide city wall of the ancient capital Chang'an.

The exit of Chang'an Yaoshi Station is in the Kuixing Building on the east side of the South Gate.Kuixing Building is generally closed, so there is no risk of being bumped into by humans.

There are two more doors in the building, one leads directly to the demon market, and the other leads to the human world, which is equivalent to a transfer station.

"Dear Xiao Shenshen, don't you think we should go to the Monster Market first? It's a pity not to take a stroll after we finally travel far away." Money Turtle poked its head out of its pocket, trying to persuade.

Cen Shen, this is a man's name.As for the money turtle, his name is Agui, and Ikes Bencerf is just the English name he gave himself. In fact, no one wants to call him that.

Cen Shen turned a deaf ear to A Gui's words and walked along the city wall alone.

Agui continued to chatter: "I just said that the lost core may be here, don't blame me if you can't find it. Liu Qi is a lunatic, and the things he left behind are very dangerous, you have to be careful. I I climbed all the way from Buzhou Mountain, and I didn’t find someone to die. Let me tell you, Chang’an is the city of monsters. The two are old things crawling out of the tomb, very evil, you, a little craftsman, can't hold them down..."

Cen Shen still ignored him, looking faintly at Yongning Gate where tourists gathered in front of him, next to his ears was the Qin opera from the small park outside the city wall.

It may be an old theater troupe, or it may be a game created by amateurs themselves. The gongs and drums are loud and sonorous, just like this city, full of weather and tenacity.

Agui obviously can't appreciate it, he is a turtle, and he is more dedicated to fooling Cen Shen into his human walking machine.

"Don't make noise." Cen Shen said, taking out a pendant from the inside pocket of the windbreaker.

This is Liu Qi's pendant, the dangerous thing A Gui said he left behind.The pendant is completely imitated of the gilded and hollowed-out silver sachets of the Tang Dynasty. The whole body is round and engraved with patterns of flowers and birds, but it is smaller than ordinary silver sachets.It also has a very cute name, called little hydrangea.

Cen Shen is a master craftsman, training all kinds of magic weapons.

Craftsmen have a long history and have existed since ancient times.However, times have changed, with the development of science and technology, the demise of gods, the great changes in the world, and the number of monsters who can practice is decreasing day by day. The profession of craftsman inevitably declines.And ghost craftsman Liu Qi was one of the most dazzling two people in the last glorious era.

According to records, the magic weapon he made can surpass the fortune of heaven and earth, and the degree of sophistication is unrivaled. However, the last time he appeared was nearly a hundred years ago.

According to legend, in order to create an artifact, he went to Buzhou Mountain alone to look for meteorites from the sky, and never came back.But the rumor never died. In this rumor, he finally created this artifact, but no one has ever actually seen it.

Many years later, Cen Shen, who had just grown up, went out to collect folk songs, and by chance, he picked up Agui in a mountain stream somewhere deep in the northwest.Agui said that he was destined, so he gave him the little hydrangea.

Cen Shen doubted the authenticity of the little hydrangea, but Liu Qi's private seal was indeed engraved on its inner wall.Each craftsman's private seal has its own breath, which is difficult to fake.But other than that, it's like an ordinary sachet, only more delicate, and has no other use.

Agui said that Xiaoxiuqiu's incense bowl contained the core of this magic weapon, but the core was lost. As long as it is found, the magic weapon can be repaired.

"You first take the little hydrangea and walk around the city wall, it will guide you in the right direction." Agui rarely became serious.

"Have you ever seen what He looks like?" Cen Shen wrapped the chain around his fingertips, and the little hydrangea dangled slightly by his side.One person and one tortoise walked slowly along the ancient city wall like this. The wind is calm today, which is a rare good weather.

"Actually, I haven't seen a nucleus, but it should be a polished meteorite fragment. You know, I am not familiar with Liu Qi, we are not familiar at all..."

At this time, Agui is like a charlatan.Cen Shen couldn't figure out the truth of what he said, but as a craftsman, he wanted to repair this thing too much.

If he can repair a legendary artifact in his lifetime, then he may be able to catch a glimpse of the brilliance of the highest skill, even if this ray of brilliance comes with death.

Cen Shen walked very slowly, from the south gate and back to the south gate, walked for a full three hours, but the little hydrangea didn't respond at all.

"Is there something wrong..." He muttered to himself, looking at the straight road ahead through the gap between the bangs blown away by the wind, thoughtfully.

Agui poked his head out to look at him, and said worriedly: "Let's take a rest first, I think your complexion is not much better than those old things crawling out of the coffin."

The birth of a half-demon is the original sin. Humans and demons have the same blood, and most of the offspring born are weak.Cen Shen's grandfather once said——

This is life, not disease.

The time left for Cen Shen is unknown, so he still did not go down from the city wall, but found a bench nearby and sat down, continuing to study the little hydrangea in his hand.

Agui continued to chatter: "Hey, there is a coffee shop downstairs, do you want to buy a cup of coffee to warm up? Let me tell you that although the weather is fine today, Chang'an is very cloudy. Blood sacrifice is the most suitable, do you know that one person has two tastes, wouldn't it be a pleasure... If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes..."

Cen Shen was so disturbed that he finally compromised and went to buy a cup of coffee.

Yongning Gate is the busiest section of Xi’an’s Sifang City Wall, full of tourists. Cen Shen sat quietly on a bench with a cup of coffee and watched the people coming and going, from the afternoon to the sunset.

There was a faint evil spirit in the air.

As a master craftsman, Cen Shen has a pair of piercing eyes, good at distinguishing everything.The little boy walking by on the left front, his shadow in the sunset vaguely has a strange shape; a man and a woman whizzing past on a bicycle have a smell of grass and trees deep in the Qinling Mountains.

And in the inner city surrounded by four walls, and in the bustling city that was gradually lit up, he could always vaguely see the giant shadow of some kind of bird.

The black shadow is buried deep under the bright lights.

"You said that Suzaku on Suzaku Avenue is still alive?" Cen Shen asked suddenly.

"How do I know? This Suzaku is not that Suzaku, and this tortoise is not that Xuanwu. I am not a colleague. I am not familiar with it at all." Agui shook his head repeatedly.

Cen Shen narrowed his eyes slightly, he agreed with A Gui's words - the demons and goblins in the city of Chang'an are indeed beyond his control as a mere craftsman.

However, the moment he turned around, he saw a round of red sun completely disappearing under the distant horizon, the light seemed to be swallowed by the sky and the earth, leaving only a dark bloodstain.

"铛——" The simple and melodious bell suddenly resounded through the world, wrapped in a power that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul and everything.

Cen Shen looked back in astonishment, the wide avenue extending from Yongning Gate was already brightly lit, and at the end of it was the bell tower which was also lit.

The bell rang right there.

It was still going on, and everything in front of Cen Shen's eyes began to pass away rapidly.The traffic flow and the lights are pulled out of countless afterimages, like disordered and messy lines, only the bell remains the same.

In just a few short breaths, cold sweat broke out from Cen Shen's palms, and Agui's exclamation was even more frightening: "Get out of here quickly! Back! Get out of the city!"

But it was too late at this time, because the bell stopped, and the sound of the Drum Tower not far away was seamlessly connected.

The morning bell and the evening drum shake me a thousand times.

"Boom——" the sound of the drums shook Cen Shen's heart, and his cheeks flushed strangely.But this was obviously wrong, it was clearly evening, but the morning bell rang first.

After the morning bell comes the evening drum.

It's time, time is running backwards!

Cen Shen suddenly understood the origin of those rays of light. It was the backward time that deprived the objects of their original shapes and restored them to their original lines.

But what about yourself?

Cen Shen looked down suddenly, and saw the hydrangea hanging down and swaying, it still maintained an elegant posture in the turbulent flow of time, only Cen Shen could feel a slight trembling from the chain.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's a big deal, I'm done..." Agui was so scared that he hid in Censhen's pocket, cursing the dead ghost willow 7000 million times in his heart.

Time is still going back, in the constant alternation of bells and drums, day and night, spring and summer and autumn and winter, flashing like a revolving lantern before Cen Shen's eyes.

When will it go back?

The whistling wind blew past Cen Shen's ears, cold and sharp, he had to stretch out his hands to cover it, and kept backing away until his back touched the hard bricks.

The dust in the wind made his chapped and pale lips lightly pursed, tearing the bloodstain even bigger.

The blood and stinging pain made his brain extra sober.

Looking out through the fingers, the small hydrangea hanging between the fingers is just swinging in front of the brightly lit bell tower in the distance.The body of the ball polished by time has regained its metallic luster, and the hollow carvings are lifelike, as if they will jump out in the next second.

Was it the little hydrangea that caused the change?That is, the nuclei are here and they resonate?

Thinking of this, Cen Shen held the hydrangea tightly, opened his eyes against the wind and sand, and stared at the distance, letting the wind not move him.Agui anxiously told him to back off, but he didn't listen, and even moved forward.

"do not go!"

"Stop!"

But Cen Shen didn't hesitate in his footsteps, he didn't listen, he didn't look, he stepped on life and death under his feet, crazy and paranoid.Then the next second, a 300-year wind and snow came suddenly.

There is also a flying arrow in the snowstorm.