Half Demon and Half Mountain

When he was about to go home after watching TV, Huan Le suddenly remembered something, and asked Grandma Wang curiously: "Grandma, why are you all called Cen Tangqiuer?"

Grandma Wang was stunned when she heard his question suddenly, and didn't answer for a long time.After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly understood, and said, "Oh, I remembered, that's what happened."

When Cen Shen first moved to Xizi Hutong ten years ago, he only brought a suitcase and a turtle with him. He neither greeted his neighbors, nor did any relatives or friends come to congratulate him.Most people in Xizi Hutong don't even know that a new family has moved into the depths of the Hutong.

This situation has lasted for two years, and during these two years, Cen Shen lived in resignation and almost unilaterally cut off communication with everyone.

Grandma Wang next door was the one who had seen him the most times, and she was quite worried.At first, she was worried about some criminals living next door. Later, she began to worry about whether Cen Shen had depression, autism or other problems, so she took the initiative to visit the door several times.

After getting acquainted with him day by day, Grandma Wang got a general idea of ​​his personality and family composition, and knew that he didn't want to be disturbed by others, so she would only bring some food over occasionally, maintaining such a close and not far relationship.

Tang Qiuer appeared on a sunny spring afternoon, when takeaway food was just beginning to become popular, and it was not yet developed to the point where ingredients could be purchased.After staying at home for many days, Cen Shen had to go out to buy groceries, but on the way back from the groceries, an accident happened.

It was actually not a big deal, the cause was that a family in the alley was renovating the roof, and a naughty kid who lived nearby ran over to see it out of curiosity, at this moment, a piece of tile suddenly fell from above and was heading towards the kid's The top of the head was smashed.

Cen Shen happened to be passing by, so he stretched out his hand to block it.

Although the child was not injured, he was so frightened that he cried, so Cen Shen took out a candy from his pocket and gave it to him.It was this spherical candy that earned Cen Shen the unique nickname of "Sugar Ball".

"Sugar ball, sugar ball... that's what Pippi called. He told the adults that a good-looking brother gave him a sugar ball." Still smiling.

Huan Le excitedly ran back to tell Cen Shen the story. Cen Shen stopped his research and thought about it for a long time, but he never thought why there was a candy in his pocket that day.

"Isn't sugar pretty good? It's a good thing you don't have a piece of iron in your pocket, otherwise it would be called a hammer." Agui gloated.

Cen Shen didn't comment on this, Tang Qiu'er is Tang Qiuer, as long as he doesn't call him face to face, he can do whatever he wants.

Seeing that the two seemed to be back together again, Huan Le nodded slightly, hiding his merit and fame.The repair work of the array diagram was completely stuck in a bottleneck, and he didn't care, lying on the sofa and reading miscellaneous books borrowed from other places.

One day after this, Sun Yong called Cen Shen to introduce a senior craftsman, and Cen Shen brought Huan Le to visit again, but unfortunately he still returned without success.

The craftsman said that he also knew a few friends who could introduce Cen Shen on his behalf.Cen thanked him deeply, but he didn't hold out much hope for it.

During the conversations with all the craftsmen he has come into contact with so far, Cen Shen discovered a fact—these existing craftsmen are generally not very skilled, and they have gained very little in terms of cultivation.

Dharma implements, dharma implements, implements are very important, and so is the law.If there is no mana infusion, then what the craftsman makes is just an exquisite object, what is the difference from ordinary craftsmen?

The mysterious formation and the exquisite mana flow pattern are the real finishing touches, and they are the existence that turns decay into magic.And how to perfectly combine these with the utensils themselves is the test of the craftsman's own superb skills and understanding of the origin of mana.

Where does mana come from?Come from heaven and earth.

The whole journey of cultivation is to attract the vitality of the heavens and the earth into one's body, and transform it into mana for my use.But now?This is completely a Dharma-ending era.

With the disappearance of the gods, a large amount of energy from the heavens and the earth has been lost, and everything that the gods have bestowed on monsters: long lifespan and innate mana are constantly decreasing.

Humans and demons are gradually assimilating.

Under such a major premise, cultivation becomes more and more difficult.Not to mention that many cultivation methods and formulas have broken down during the war years.

Cen Shen's current achievements, when he thought about it carefully, should have benefited from half of the human blood in his body.Since ancient times, human beings have stood in the world with their short lifespans and extraordinary talents, and this kind of talents also descended on Cen Shen.

Maybe God is fair, and if it gives you something, you must pay an equal price, such as your life.

In the middle of the night, Cen Shen was still awake, sitting cross-legged on the veranda in front of the bedroom alone, trying to feel the flow of mana in his body.

The wind is still calm tonight, and the toon trees sway gently, like singing a lullaby.The air is full of the smell of barbecue restaurants and hot pot restaurants separated by an alley, as well as the unique smell of concrete in the steel city.

Too complicated.

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, looked at his palm and frowned slightly.

On the other side, Huan Le wakes up from the sweet dream of Datang and gets up to go to the toilet.There was a door leading directly to the toilet in the studio, but when he came back from the toilet, he subconsciously glanced at the veranda and saw Cen Shen.

He rubbed his eyes, made sure he read it correctly, and called out in doubt, "Ah Cen?"

Cen Shen looked back at him, but didn't speak.

Huan Le scratched his head and continued to ask: "What are you doing here? Looking at the moon?"

Cen Shen: "I'm practicing."

"Oh." Huan Le simply sat down beside him cross-legged, and said, "It's not easy for you to practice here. I've tried many times, but the mana is not running smoothly enough. You see."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, palm up.The black magic power burst out from the palm in an instant, like the mist under the night moon, gradually intertwined into the shape of a moon.

"The color is not pure, and the speed is too slow." Huan Le commented.

Cen Shen didn't speak, but silently condensed out a big hammer and smashed his moon.In an instant, the black mana dissipated.

Huan Le was a little hurt, and innocently asked Huan Le: "Ah Cen, don't you like the moon?"

Cen Shen answered irrelevantly: "Did you see the hammer? That's all the mana I can condense at once."

Huan Le: "..."

So weak!

"I didn't do it on purpose." Huan Le defended himself in a low voice. He really didn't expect Cen Shen to be so weak besides being so poor. How did he defeat him on the city wall that day?

The mystery of the ages.

He paused, and then thought of a good idea: "I'll teach you, how about it?"

Cen Shen was slightly startled: "You teach me?"

"That's right, the methods of cultivation are different for humans and demons, and of course half-demons are even more different. Different methods have different effects of cultivation, and the most suitable one is the best."

At this moment, Huan Le changed from his previous youthful spirit, his face was serious, and he was unexpectedly reliable.

Cen Shen has never had an accurate estimate of Huan Le's strength, so he is skeptical.

Huan Le didn't care, and stretched out his hands to him, saying: "You and I face each other, let me feel your meridians first."

Cen Shen didn't reach out his hand immediately, he still hesitated.But Xu Huan Le's gaze was too open and sincere, he was bewitched by such purity, and still chose to believe him.

The palms of the two touched each other, and the body temperature met for the first time in this cool night in early spring.

The young man straightened his back, slowly closed his eyes, black mana spewed out from his palm again, and penetrated into Cen Shen's body with his steady voice.

"Don't be afraid, relax, I'm here."

Cen Shen wanted to relax, but such intimate contact made him a little at a loss, and he became more instinctively vigilant.And Huan Le's magic power is domineering and ferocious. Although the opponent seems to be trying to restrain himself, it is still like attacking a city, which makes it difficult for Cen Shen to parry.

At the end of the week, Cen Shen's face turned pale.

Huan Le quickly stopped, supported Cen Shen's swaying body, and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Is there something wrong?"

Cen Shen shook his head, pursing his thin lips tightly.

Huan Le's face was not very good-looking, and he said seriously: "Your condition seems to be worse than I imagined. Although there is no blockage in the meridian, it is too fragile. Do you... have colic often?"

Cen Shen remained silent, acquiescing. In fact, he was suffering from this kind of colic right now.Although not fatal, but one after another, continuous.

Huan Le subconsciously touched the pills on his body, touched it twice, and then remembered that all his belongings had been stolen, and could not help but curse secretly, "Damn it".

"I'm fine." Cen Shen breathed a sigh of relief, his expression has returned to calm.It's just that the tip of the nose is still sweating, which makes Huan Le feel very uncomfortable.

Especially in Cen Shen's eyes, the deep black seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.

"Are you worried about me?" Cen Shen looked at the extraordinarily serious Huan Le, and suddenly chuckled.That smile carried an indescribable meaning, there was also sarcasm, there was also teasing, and it was like a sigh, as light as a lancet.

Hearing this, Huan Le's face darkened slightly.

Cen Shen looked at him, recalled something from the past, gently pushed him away, and said, "Don't worry, I will send you back."

He sat hunched over on the veranda, and reached into his pocket again, fumbling for his cigarette.The whirling tree shadow grew from his feet, like countless tangled and disordered lines, binding his shadow and dragging it into the ground.

Huan Le stood up, crushed these lines with one foot, lifted Cen Shen vigorously, and strode into the bedroom.

"What are you doing!" Cen Shen was furious.

"I'm going crazy!" Huan Le said loudly, and the youthful vigor suddenly surrounded Cen Shen, making him at a loss as to what to do.Huan Le put him on the bed, his movements seemed domineering and rough, but in fact they were very gentle.

He folded his hands on his chest, glared at Cen Shen aggressively, and said, "I'm just worried about you, can't I? Can't I? Are you going to reject me cruelly?"

Cen Shen: "...I refuse."

Huan Le didn't expect that he would still be so ruthlessly rejected after saying this. In the past, he would have fought with the other party.But Cen Shen was ill, so he couldn't beat him, and he was so angry and wronged that he walked back and forth a few steps in a hurry, and sat down on the edge of Cen Shen's bed.

Take the back to him.

Cen Shen was a little confused about what was going on now, anyway, Huan Le just sat there and refused to leave.

"Are you going?"

"Don't go!!!"

So Cen Shen tied him up again just in case.With a snap of his fingers, the red thread led Huan Le to stand up automatically, and dragged him out of the bedroom.

Huan Le is very powerful, with high mana, and he deliberately fights against Cen Shen, but the red thread can't hold him back.

Cen Shen gave up and fell on the bed, whatever he wanted to do.

The author has something to say:

Lele: I'm angry.

Lele: I hate it.

King Cen: I refuse.