Half Demon and Half Mountain

Huan Le chased the two little shadow monsters all the way and rushed into the deserted courtyard next door. He really moved this time. While jumping off the courtyard wall, he took off the longbow on his back and "swiped" two arrows. Volley.

An arrow pierced through the bamboo basket and firmly nailed it to the wooden door of the back room.

Another arrow directly approached the two fleeing little shadow monsters, and chased them at a tricky angle, trying to take them down together.

Although the shadow demon slipped fast, it was not as fast as Huan Le's arrow, what's more, the arrow carried a strong evil spirit, which made people tremble.Only two puffs were heard, the little shadow demon reached the pole at the tip of the arrow and turned into black smoke, as if being scattered alive.

Everything happened between lightning and flint. At this moment, Huan Le just landed on the ground, a cold light appeared in his eyes, the precious knife was out of its sheath, his fingers brushed the blade, and then he stabbed the knife into the crack of the bluestone slab.

"Boom—" The black mana surged like a tide, and an invisible barrier instantly enveloped the small courtyard, prohibiting any entry or exit.

It's just two little shadow monsters, how can they escape his Huan Le's knife?

"Come out!" Huan Le would not be fooled by the shadow monster, the shadow monster's body is a cloud of black smoke, it was not broken up by him just now, but the golden cicada escaped its shell.

But the yard was quiet, not a single thief came to surrender.

Huan Le flicked the tip of the knife, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, he strode forward and kicked open the door, and then - he was stunned.

Did he copy the Shadow Demon's lair? !

Black fluffy balls poured out of the kicked-off door like an avalanche, even Huan Le was caught off guard with a sword in his hand and his whole body on guard.

Each of these balls is a shadow demon, and it is estimated that there are about a hundred of them.

Huan Le sat down on the ground, waving his hands indiscriminately to pull Ying Yao off his body, looked around in astonishment, and was even more astonished.

He was already in a sea of ​​black shadow monsters, and these shadow monsters were still rolling around, making chirping "ouch" and "shit", making Huan Le's brain explode.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Finally, the Shadow Monsters let out their killing blows.

What is the effect of hundreds of chirping sounds coming together?It is more painful than a thousand monks chanting, at least the monks chanting will not give you goosebumps.

"Okay!" Huan Le flicked the sword: "Don't make any noise, come out and talk!"

Cen Shen and Agui were sitting on the courtyard wall eating melons, and Agui asked in amazement: "Xiao Shenshen, what do you think is going on in this room of shadow monsters? I didn't even know there were so many monsters next door. "

Cen Shen said: "Although the shadow monster is weak, it has a strong reproductive ability and is very easy to survive. There are shadow monsters everywhere in the shadows, this is the law."

"That's true." Agui sniffed the smell in the air, "So many mixed together, I didn't smell much evil. Maybe we are too familiar with the smell of shadow monsters and ignored it, but... ...what are they doing here?"

Cen Shen couldn't answer this question, but he could feel that these shadow monsters must be related to Mr. Wu's matter.

At this time, the shadow monsters had already elected a spokesperson and jumped in front of Huan Le. The ball rolled and made a movement similar to raising its head, and asked timidly: "Brother, brother, do you want to eat us? We, no It’s delicious, eat it, eat it, get a ball of gas, let it out, it’s all fart, really!”

Huan Le: "..."

Shadow Demon: "Beep, beep, beep!"

"Stop!" Huan Le finally recovered his voice, and said with a headache: "Who said I'm going to eat you? Don't confuse me with that low-level monster. Let me ask you, why are you gathering here? Why are you stealing?"

After the words fell, the shadow monsters became excited.

"no!"

"No stealing!"

"No no!"

"..."

"Still saying no?" Huan Le took the bamboo basket off the arrow in a big stride, raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you guys steal this?"

"Mr. Wu's!"

"We, help fix it!"

"Yes! Repair!"

"Fix it!"

"Fixed, happy!"

"happy!"

"happy!"

The shadow monsters were bouncing around and chattering. Although Huan Le was overwhelmed by what he heard, he also figured out some clues.He couldn't help looking at the courtyard wall, and met Cen Shen's eyes.

Cen Shen raised his finger and pointed at the barrier, Huan Le understood in seconds, and immediately opened the barrier to let them in.

"Have a clue?" Cen Shen easily jumped off the courtyard wall and walked to Huan Le's side.

"They mentioned Mr. Wu." Huan Le frowned: "If they are really just helping to send for repairs, it really isn't stealing."

Then Agui got out of Cen Shen's pocket, and said earnestly: "Young Xia Lele, this is your fault. No one of us said they were thieves at the beginning. It is wrong to make judgments. You, or too young."

Huan Le was furious, but before he could say anything, Cen Shen took Agui out of his pocket and threw him into the pile of shadow monsters.With a calm expression and a calm tone, he said, "Then you will be in charge of the interrogation."

"Help!!!" Agui, who was on all fours, was quickly submerged in the crowd of shadow monsters, and he faintly called out for help.Huan Le was so happy to make a face at it, and then followed Cen Shen like a dog.

"Ah Cen, here." Huan Le held the just-elected Shadow Demon representative in front of Cen Shen.Cen Shen glanced at it, but didn't see where the facial features of this dark little monster were, so he cut to the chase and asked a question——

"Mr. Wu, are you still alive?"

"Dead, dead." Shadow Monster's voice sounded a little sad, and his mood was obviously depressed.

"Dead." Cen Shen repeated this cold fact, paused for a second, then turned and walked into the open door, looking calmly at the abandoned room.

The house has indeed lost a trace of popularity, and the thick dust has covered it with a coat of time, and what is the reality under this coat?

This is the living room, with a tea table in the middle, a landscape painting hanging above the tea table, and a grand master chair on each side, very typical old-school style.

Going further inside is a large bedroom.The reason why the bedroom is big is because it includes the study room, and when Cen Shen saw the study room, there was finally a slight wave of emotion on his face.

The piles of bookshelves, the drawings and ancient books that can be seen everywhere, the table full of parts, and the 24-post gossip lock that has not been assembled all show that this is a craftsman's room.

And this craftsman is sitting on the armchair in front of the desk at this moment.Time has deprived him of his body, leaving only white bones, looking blankly at the closed window.

Suddenly seeing a white bone, Huan Le took a breath and subconsciously stopped Cen Shen behind him.

But Cen Shen pushed his hand away, walked firmly to the table, and looked down at the piece of paper in front of Bone.It was a piece of letter paper, which was pressed by a ruler and has been covered in dust.

Its last sentence was exactly the "trouble" that Cen Shen had seen countless times.

Years of dust seals time, but what cannot be sealed is the mottled blood left on the letter paper.The blood spots were in the form of jets, and Cen Shen could almost imagine that Mr. Wu was clutching his chest in pain and spitting out blood after leaving his last words.

He suddenly recalled Huan Le's reasoning—these years of "trouble" were the signal sent by the deceased.

"Ah!" Huan Le suddenly broke the silence, he looked at the Shadow Demon in his palm in astonishment, obviously he didn't even know where his five sense organs were, but at this moment he cried into a ball of tears.

The gurgling tears flowed down Huan Le's fingers, "tick, tick", wet the dust on the ground.

"Don't cry." Huan Le hurriedly comforted him, but Cen Shen still focused on the letter.He was afraid that picking up the letter paper without authorization would cause damage, so he gently wiped the dust off the paper with a quill on the table. After 3 minutes, the letter that could not be delivered after a hundred years finally appeared in the world.

My friend Mr. Fu:

Hearing about Mr. Beihai yesterday, I was deeply saddened.

Mr. Beihai is benevolent and kind. Everything he does is based on righteousness. He should be a model for my generation.Taste in the southwest, talk at night by candlelight, and become a confidant. Now that the old man is going west, I feel a lot of emotion.

There is no substitute for the grief of Mr.Now that the troubled times are in power, and the artisan line has declined to this point, even if I die ten thousand times, it will not be enough to comfort my ancestors.Efforts and painstaking efforts are not enough to calm unwillingness.However, my end is approaching, and I am afraid that I will not be able to live. I think about all the craftsmen in the world, and there is only one person who can turn the tide.

In troubled times, it is difficult for the strong to rush this book, please forgive me for being disrespectful.

If one day, we can see prosperity and well-being, the spark is still there, this heart is enough.I am so grateful that I cannot express it.

Sincerely.

trouble.

——W

As the letter got to the back, the handwriting became more and more scribbled, so that the writer had no time to leave his name, but only had time to leave a W that also represented himself, and then died suddenly.

His hand is still holding a pen.

It's ridiculous that Cen Shen thought he was just writing wildly.

The shadow monster is still crying, this kind of low-intelligence, weak little monster, who can't even have a human form, still has such sad moments.Cen Shen's heart was touched, and memories automatically surfaced in front of his eyes.

Huan Le also sensed this unusual atmosphere, and after deliberation, asked: "Who is he...?"

Cen Shen replied: "He should be the last president of the Craftsman Association, Wu Chong'an."

The Great Tang Craftsman Association, glorious for thousands of years, was buried in troubled times.

Cen Shen couldn't tell what kind of pain it was, he couldn't feel it, but he only got a glimpse of it from his constant sighs when he heard his grandfather talking about it.

He thinks this is probably an inseparable feeling.

But no one expected that the last sigh of this period of glory would be left here, no one knows, no one cares.Nearly a hundred years have passed, and all that remains is a dead bone and an unsent letter.

What the hell is it?

Some are just his unwillingness and self-blame.

Cen Shen looked at Ying Yao again, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You have been here with him, haven't you?"

Ying Yao's puffy body was deflated from crying, but she still looked back at Cen Shen.

The lowest shadow demon, no matter how wise it is, is no match for a seven-year-old child.Cen Shen thought that this was probably the reason why he had been receiving bamboo baskets all these years, it was really just a coincidence.

"Fix it, be happy." Shadow Demon repeated this sentence again, and his mood became visibly high again.

"Fixed, happy!"

"happy!"

"happy!"

It jumped up and down, and jumped onto Wu Chongan's lap.The white bones rattled as it moved, as if laughing.