Half Demon and Half Mountain

In the abandoned small courtyard, there was a new pile of earth bags.The soil is covered under the locust tree in the corner, it looks inconspicuous, maybe after a few years, it will turn into flat ground again.

Cen Shen didn't set up a monument for him either, he just went back and made a table of dishes and took them to the grave, and brought him a bottle of Erguotou, which was his grandfather's favorite drink.

Huan Le sat on the roof and watched him. He watched him as long as Cen Shen stood there.With legs crossed and chin propped, there was no smile on his face, as if he had been thinking about something.

After the barrier was removed, all the shadow monsters hid, only the one that was elected as the representative still hung on the grave as an ornament, and even coveted the dishes made by Cen Shen.

"He must be very sad..." He muttered to himself, falling back on the roof tiles.He didn't understand what a special time a hundred years ago was, and the rise and fall of the Craftsman Association had nothing to do with him, but after Huan Le thought about it carefully, it wasn't right.

Wu Chongan's death represented the end of the Craftsman Association.

And the Craftsman Association of Nanliu Bridge is the beginning of everything.

He and Cen Shen happened to be at the end of this one.

Who else?

Liu Qi.Master.

He has a feeling that there seems to be an invisible thread connecting all these in the dark. If he wants to find out the truth, he must not get around this "Great Tang Craftsman Association".

Who is the first chairman surnamed Liu?

Huan Le searched hard, but still got nothing.In the end, he just bought an item from the Craftsman Association to please his mother, and his master rarely mentioned that friend, and all Huan Le knew was just a surname.

No, has he never heard of it, or has he forgotten?

Huan Le seldom doubts himself because his memory is really good.But this kind of things about other people's homes mostly appear in gossip and rumors, such as teahouses, brothels or the mouths of the aunt next door.

He may have heard it somewhere, but he may not be certain.

Thinking of this, Huan Le got up and sat down again, put his hands casually on his knees, and quickly fell into a samadhi.Entering samadhi allows him to eliminate all distracting thoughts, and then rely on his super-strong memory to find out those tiny fragments left behind in his mind.

Time passed slowly, and the small courtyards on both sides returned to calm again, and even the wind never visited.

Cen Shen leaned on the locust tree and smoked a cigarette, glanced at Huan Le through the white mist, threw the cigarette butt away, and went into the house.

Although Wu Chongan died, he left behind many precious books and formation diagrams, which is no less than a timely rain to the current Cen Shen.

And that letter.

Cen Shen carefully picked up the letter from the table and put it in an envelope, holding the thin envelope, he made up his mind.This letter should not be kept in his hands, even after so many years, Wu Chongan's heart should be conveyed.

C: No. 49, Xizi Hutong, can you pick up the package at your door?

Dongfeng Express: Of course no problem!It is my honor to serve you!

Dongfeng Express, taken from the meaning of "everything is ready and only owed to Dongfeng", is specialized in express delivery in the demon world. The only disadvantage is that it is expensive.But if there is any courier in this world who can successfully deliver this letter to the recipient, it is only Dongfeng Express.

After making an appointment for a courier, Cen Shen plunged into the sea of ​​books.It didn't matter that the room was full of dust, or that the chair had been sat on by a corpse, for the door to a higher art was open to him.

At this moment, Huan Le is still in the maze of his memory, doing a pick-up of debris.

He picked it up and picked it up, remembering that when he went to buy a glazed pagoda in the shop of the Craftsman Association that day, there happened to be a sedan chair passing by outside; he remembered that when the master first mentioned Mr. Liu, the peach blossoms seemed to be in full bloom; he remembered how the master avoided the matchmaker. Said dear, drilled through the dog hole.

But these are useless.

After thinking about it, his thoughts went astray again, and he remembered that grand ghost feast again.

"This wine is not good, it has no fragrance!"

"Go, go, go, get some good wine!"

"Bring some good wine!"

The hollow nine-story pagoda and the bright red lanterns illuminate all corners.Upstairs and downstairs, the sound of silk and bamboo, countless ghosts cheered loudly, pushing cups and changing glasses, doing their best to feast.

There are princes and nobles wearing golden crowns, who are drunk and walk backwards.

There was the ragged and tough swordsman who stood up from the table without saying a word, and his lone figure flew across the courtyard and crashed into the territory of a group of long-tongued ghosts, making a gesture to cut off the opponent's tongue, creating a commotion.

"Live?"

"Little monster, what are you doing here?"

"It's quite courageous!"

"Hey, it's still a puppy!"

"..."

Huan Le nimbly dodged the drunks one by one, tapped his toes, and came to the railing.Looking down from the railing, you can just see the situation on the floors below.

I am afraid that such a magnificent scene can only be seen in Datang.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, turned his head and saw the ghost rushing towards him, and ran along the railing.As for Song Li, as soon as she came in, she hid wretchedly aside, even stripped off some drunk man's clothes and changed into them, and she didn't know where she went.

The ghosts downstairs were still yelling "bring good wine", Huan Le ran from one side of the tower to the other, the young man in red was hunting around in high spirits.

"Wine, wine, wine!"

"Ah! My wine!"

Huan Le was having so much fun, he accidentally stepped on a nobleman's wine bowl, and the other party immediately yelled in anger.Huan Le smeared oil on the soles of his feet and ran very fast. The man hurriedly chased him to the railing, poked his head out and yelled, "You little bastard!"

"Hahaha!" Huan Le thought to himself, he is not a little bastard, but a bastard.

"Oh!!"

"Run, run, run!"

I don't know where the lack of heart came from, and the drunkenness came to my head, seeing Huan Le's youthful spirit, I applauded him.The female ghosts also poked their heads out to watch, although their faces were pale, they still smiled at Yan Yan, as if they were alive.

Huan Le grabbed the flying vermilion gauze curtain and turned around in the air, and landed gracefully on the railing on the third floor.

"Boom!" He placed the jar of wine in his hand heavily on the table next to the railing, and grinned at the two people beside the table: "Brothers, how about a taste of my wine?"

These two people are the ghost guards in charge, one is dressed in red like fire, and the other is dressed in green.Although they are not impermanent in black and white, but judging from their dress and demeanor, their positions should not be low.

Hong Yi raised his eyebrows to look at him with great interest, and said with a smile: "Where did a little monster come from, come here to drink, wouldn't he be afraid of drinking his life away?"

"So this is not coming to pay homage to the mountain gate?" Huan Le directly slapped the wine seal away, and the moment the strong aroma of the wine spread, he presented the token around his waist.

But Hong Yi didn't even look at the token, and threw it to his companions directly, while he leaned closer to the wine jar to smell it, and praised sincerely: "Good wine! Baihualou only has a jar of Baihua Brew in January, isn't it? "

"Exactly." Huan Le smiled and nodded.

At this moment, that Tsing Yi pushed back the token and said: "The token of Zhuque Terrace will not work here."

"Haha, what's the problem?" Hongyi poured himself a bowl of wine, and drank it down, "For the sake of you wearing red clothes like me today, just play, and it's mine."

Tsing Yi was so angry that he rolled his eyes, but he didn't say anything against it.

Huan Lexi said, "Thank you, brother!"

Huan Le thanked her and ran away, fearing that the other party would regret it.For him at this time, although some ghosts were terrifying in appearance, they were still acceptable under such a grand scene.

What happened next?

Huan Le remembered that he drank a lot of wine and indulged in the illusion of light and shadow.He respected this hero, and was dragged to drink with him by some female ghosts. The beautiful female ghost took advantage of his unpreparedness to kiss him, and wondered if it would damage his yang energy.

Huan Le's drinking capacity is not bad, but that day, he was probably too happy and excited, and drank too much, and in the end he was also drunk, and even had double images in front of his eyes.

If it wasn't for Song Li, he might not be able to go back.

By the way, Song Li?

Huan Le suddenly remembered something, but just as the memory was about to be opened, there was a loud "boom" in the yard.He hurriedly jumped off the roof to check, and found a green bird knocked unconscious in front of the study window.

He squatted down curiously to check it, and was about to raise his hand to pick it up, but the little bird suddenly fluttered its wings and turned into a cloud of blue smoke.

It's a demon!

Huan Le was on alert immediately, but Cen Shen's voice came at this moment: "Don't do it, it's the courier I called."

As the voice fell, the blue mist just happened to dissipate, revealing a young man in a courier uniform with green hair on his head.And on his uniform, there are four large characters - Dongfeng Express.

"Hi." The courier greeted embarrassingly, and explained: "Don't be surprised by tired driving."

Cen Shen & Huan Le: "..."

The courier touched his nose, automatically skipped this, and said, "Where is the express? I still have something to do. I'm in a hurry. Sorry."

Cen Shen didn't talk nonsense, and directly took out the envelope and handed it to him.

The courier checked that there were no dangerous items in it with his magic power, and he accepted it readily, and asked, "Where is this going to be sent? Let me tell you first, my charges are very expensive, and the farther you go, the more expensive it will be."

Cen Shen: "I don't know either."

"You don't know???" The courier was dumbfounded.

"This letter is to be sent to Mr. Fu on North Street. I think you should know him." Cen Shen said.

"No, it's one thing whether I recognize you or not, but another thing if you have an address, my friend." The courier took another look at Cen Shen, shook his head and said, "Do you know where Mr. Fu is now? The Western Ocean? Or the Arctic Ocean? I don't want to take that job."

Hearing this, Cen Shen remained silent.

Huan Le probably guessed what he was going to send, and was about to speak, but was pressed down by Cen Shen.He looked straight at the courier, his eyes full of sincerity and solemnity that he had never seen before: "This letter must be delivered, but I can't think of any other way except to find you. I heard that you have a great network and know Many big demons may be able to find out Mr. Fu's whereabouts."

The courier quickly waved his hands, not wanting to get involved in such troubles at all: "That can't be..."

"Please." Cen Shen interrupted him, glanced at the newly raised dirt bag from the corner of his eye, bent down and lowered his head: "Please be sure to deliver the letter."