Half Demon and Half Mountain

Huan Le, as a puppy who has been full of energy and curiosity since he was a child, is not afraid of the sky and the earth. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be afraid of ghosts.The fact is exactly the same. Calculated according to the age of human beings, before he is about 15 years old, not only is he not afraid of ghosts, but if he encounters ghosts, he will take the initiative to chase them and make friends.

This is the story of a young man who strayed into a ghost feast and almost lost his soul to the West Paradise.

During the Hungry Ghost Festival that year, the river lanterns lit up the entire city of Chang'an.This day, which was supposed to be a day to pay homage to the undead, was extraordinarily lively and joyful under the sound of bells and drums in the prosperous Chang'an.

On the top of the tall pavilion of Suzaku Terrace, a young man in a red round collar robe with a treasured sword on his waist is standing alone in the wind.

The wind blew his long hair fixed with only a hosta, and also blew the token around his waist against the large bunch of keys, making a tinkling sound.He stood on a high place like this, looking over the heavy courtyard walls and archways, looking at the huge city.

Suddenly, a steady male voice came from behind: "Banshan, it's time to go back."

Huan Le turned her head, showing her immature face with resolute eyes, and curled her lips slightly: "I'm not going back, it's so lively today, why go back? I agreed to bring wine for the master, the one from Baihualou There is only one jar of craft beer in a month."

The visitor shook his head helplessly, and said, "The gate of hell is open today, if you don't go back before Xu time, mother will miss you again."

Hearing this, Huan Le pursed her mouth, but a trace of cunning flashed away in the depths of her eyes.He stepped forward and patted the visitor's shoulder, tilted his head to look at him, and said, "Whether I will be reprimanded by mother or not depends on you, Ping'er. Come on, take this."

After finishing speaking, Huan Le pulled off the key from his waist and stuffed it into the man's hand, and quickly ran to the edge of the eaves in two steps: "Remember to leave a door for me later, and tell mother that I was called to study by my master!"

Before the words fell, the figure of the young man jumped down like a flying peng.With his red clothes bulging, he opened his arms to embrace Night Breeze, but the moment someone poked his head out to check, he landed firmly on the iron lock that spanned the entire Suzaku Terrace courtyard.

There are thousands of golden bells on the iron locks stretching vertically and horizontally, trembling with the boy's fast running.

After only a few ups and downs, the boy's figure has jumped onto the outermost courtyard wall.You don't need to look closely to know that the expression on his face must be full of spirits.

"You little bastard, if you let the adults know that you have stepped on his gossip again, you will definitely be spanked..."

The helpless chuckle drifted into the wind, but Huan Le was destined not to hear it.He has already flung himself into the arms of Chang'an City, shuttled around the places illuminated by river lights like a fleeting shadow, and looked at the prosperity of the world curiously and freely.

When he suddenly looked back, he met a group of fellow monsters. They wore beautiful skirts and merged into the sea of ​​singing and dancing in the shadow of lights.

When he was crossing the curved Nanliu Bridge, he bent down to look into the water and found ghostly shadows.

In this world, there are seldom such moments—people, ghosts, and demons gather under a starry sky in such a festive way.

"Master Huan!" Suddenly, someone in the crowd called him.

Looking back, Huan Le saw a young scholar in green clothes jumping out from the crowd. He was young but had a beard, and a pen was sticking crookedly in his hair. .

The crazy scholar is actually not crazy, his mind is very sober, but he often pops out some amazing words, and he claims to be a poet who is ancient and modern.

Huan Le took a step sideways, nimbly dodged the scholar's grabbing hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "Song Li, what poem are you writing again?"

Song Li shook her head hastily: "I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I'm looking for inspiration. The third son is so busy today, why are you here alone, or you..."

"Hey, I'm not free."

"You haven't heard what I have to say!"

Huan Le strolled in the front, Song Li chased after him panting, holding up the hem of his clothes, he almost lost his shoes.

"Third Young Master, Third Young Master, please walk slowly!" Song Li was almost out of breath.

Huan Le folded his hands behind his back, lowered his head to avoid a row of lanterns above his head, looked back and said: "I didn't ask you to follow, the river embankment is bustling right now, go drink a few taels of wine, and write a poem, half an hour Everyone in Chang'an is listening, wouldn't it be happier than following me?"

Song Li stepped forward quickly, grabbed his arm, and said, "That's impossible. If you don't think about your old friend, how can you write a poem about an old friend? The poems I want to write must be unique and extraordinary! Those are too mediocre, mediocre , boring, and extremely boring!"

Huan Le smiled: "I don't know how to compose poetry, so it's useless for you to tell me."

Song Li's eyes lit up: "But you are the best and wonderful person in Chang'an City!"

"so?"

"So you must also want to see the legendary ghost banquet, right?"

Of course Huan Le was interested, and immediately asked him where he heard about it.Song Li pretended to be mysterious, shaking her head like she was reciting, and said, "You will know when you get there. I heard that ghost messengers are all in the world today. It's very powerful. A feast of ghosts. It sounds dangerous but it's actually safe. Let's go." Let’s take a look and leave after reading it, how about it?”

Huan Le Yi is a bold person, after living for so many years, there is nothing he dare not do, of course he has to see and see.

"Are you relying on me?" Huan Le raised an eyebrow.

"Hey." Song Li said with a shy face, "But I heard that if you want to enter this ghost banquet, you have to bring a stepping stone, for example-a jar of high-quality wine that is hard to buy."

"Good wine?" Huan Le stopped abruptly, his scrutinizing eyes settled on Song Li, and suddenly became sharp.

Song Li's scalp was numb when he saw it, and she quickly waved her hands: "I don't have any ideas, young master, everyone knows about your betting in Baihualou last month!"

"Really? There are quite a few people who want to buy wine from me recently, but I don't think you will have the guts." Huan Le smiled, and finally tilted his head and muttered to himself: "The wine ordered by the master, if Give it to the ghosts...you'll have to drink the water again."

Ghost feast...

Recalling the past again, Huan Le fell back on the veranda of the small courtyard, staring at the toon tree in a daze.For a long time, he turned his gaze to Mr. Wu's yard next door, feeling very entangled in his heart.

In the end, he still didn't go directly to check. After all, he couldn't see ghosts at all unless it was at a special time and place like a ghost banquet.It's useless to go.

But why is he willing?

So he got up again and ran back to look for Cen Shen: "Ah Cen!"

Cen Shen was repairing the pen, dismantling all the small parts inside, and doing meticulous repair work.But the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, because - the manufacturing techniques and formation diagrams used in this pen were too exquisite, far beyond the standard of ordinary craftsmen, and definitely above Cen Shen.

Huan Le didn't get a response, so he took the initiative to look up: "Is it fixed, Cen?"

Cen Shen shook his head, because of the fineness, the repair time doubled.But now he is a little curious, who is this Mr. Wu?

His personal mark was engraved on the inner wall of the pen. The things that were sent for restoration before were not considered real magic weapons, so Cen Shen hadn't seen this until now.

But... I feel like I've seen this mark somewhere before.

Cen Shen was puzzled, once he started to think, he automatically remembered the doubts raised by Huan Le.Why were those things delivered to his door?Is it really just because he happens to live next door and he happens to be a craftsman?

There are so many just right.

Thinking about this, Cen Shen quickly made a decision.He couldn't continue to turn a blind eye to the situation next door, because if Mr. Wu really existed, then he would be the person Cen Shen could contact who was most likely to restore the formation diagram.

The next day.

After Cen Shen repaired the pen, he put the pen back into the bamboo basket as usual, and put the bamboo basket at the gate next door.The door next door was closed tightly, and the couplets on the door had long since faded and fallen off, and there were even cobwebs in the corners.

A little spider spun silk privately, crawled from one end of the web to the other, and then spun long silk to swing down from the net, like swinging on a swing.

Huan Le lay on the wall separating the two courtyards, using the lush branches of the eucalyptus tree to cover her body, carefully watching every move at the door.In the past, within half an hour, the bamboo basket would have been taken away.

But today, Huan Le waited for a long time but nothing happened. He was so bored that he could only stare at the little spider spinning its silk.

"Young hero is really professional in doing this." Agui lay on the verandah and admired sincerely. Since Huan Le started ambush an hour ago, he has never felt his aura anymore, isn't he a professional?

When Lele Shaoxia was in Datang, he must have done this a lot.

Cen Shen refused to comment and let Huan Le go because he was free.Looking at it now, this arrangement not only gave Huan Le something to do, but also returned Cen Shen's peace, and the effect was good.

As for himself, he had other things to do.

His formation map has been posted on the forum for two days, but no one cares about it yet, but there are a few more who want to hook up with the great gods, and among them is the pink-haired one who set up a stall that day-Jalin Dele fighter.

Jialin Dele fighter: God, God, do you accept apprentices?The kind that went to college!

Galindre Fighter: I can still stick films!

Jialin Dele Fighter: Great God, I saw the picture you sent in the hands of a young man, and I still have his contact information. If you want it, please reply to my private message!

Galindel Fighter: Great God!

……

This is silly.

Thinking so, Cen Shen calmly closed the private message window, and was about to click to close the forum when he suddenly stopped.He moved his gaze to the craftsman's imprint rubbed on the paper at hand, thought for a moment, and then scanned the picture into the computer.

But he didn't upload the picture to the forum hastily. Mr. Wu's yard is next door. If something is involved in this, it may disturb the peace of the alley.

There is a dedicated craftsman section in the monster forum. Today's craftsmen are not as self-conscious as they used to be. People often upload some materials for everyone to share and learn.Cen Shen wanted to see if he could find some clues from these materials.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the next door.

"Stop!" Huan Le's startled and angry voice pierced the tranquility of the small courtyard, Cen Shen raised his head, just in time to see his figure jumping down from the courtyard wall.

To make Huan Le so angry, who did he meet?

Cen Shen frowned slightly, but at this time Huan Le's heart had already set off a huge wave - Ying Yao, seeing Ying Yao again.These ubiquitous little monsters with vitality comparable to cockroaches, not to mention stealing his package, even came to steal the bamboo basket, this son is so angry!

The author has something to say:

Lele: I am handsome today, but it's a pity that Ah Cen didn't see it.

King Cen: I'm sorry, let's go first.