Half Demon and Half Mountain

"I feel your sincerity, but you have to know that Mr. Fu's whereabouts are a mystery, and there are no more than three people who can contact him in the entire Forty-Nine City. None of these three people is a figure at the level of a big demon, even if I can After contacting them, how can we easily tell you the information? You should understand that there are some things that we cannot inquire about."

The courier's face was full of sternness, and he still hoped that Cen Shen would dispel this idea from the bottom of his heart.

Cen Shen understood what he meant. When the world met Mr. Fu, the first thing they saw was his status as a great demon, not a master craftsman.But what he has decided on, there is no possibility of giving up.He then said, "You just need to help me deliver the letter, you don't need to tell me the process."

"Is that so..." the courier thought thoughtfully.

"As for the remuneration, I will try my best to satisfy you."

"It's not a question of pay."

Cen Shen frowned, if the other party insisted on not delivering the letter, then he would have to make a detour to complete the matter, it would take too much time and trouble.

At this time, Huan Le suddenly pulled Cen Shen, gave him a reliable look of "look at me", then stepped forward and stood in front of Cen Shen, looked at the courier with a smile, and said, "Of course this is not for a reward." Question, do you know who sent that letter to Mr. Fu? It was Mr. Wu Chongan from the Craftsman Association."

Hearing Wu Chongan's name, the courier showed a little confusion, but soon he seemed to remember something, and his expression suddenly became serious.

Seeing this, Huan Le raised his eyebrows, and continued to look at him with a smile: "If Mr. Fu, or the three people you mentioned, know that you rejected Mr. Wu Chongan's letter, what will happen?"

The courier was at a loss for words, paused for a few seconds, and simply put the letter into his pocket, and said, "Okay, I'll take this order, whether it's successful or not, I'll tell you when I go to find out the news."

After all, he quickly changed back into a blue bird and flew away, unwilling to stay longer.

Cen Shen looked at Huan Le with a little surprise, and happened to meet Shang Huan Le's gaze, full of expectations for praise.Cen Shen paused, but still didn't speak.

Huan Le leaned closer and asked, "Did I do well just now?"

Cen Shen: "...Okay."

Huan Le: "Then shall we have pork ribs with sauce tonight?"

Cen Shen didn't agree, and raised his finger to point to the dirt bag, where the sauced ribs were.But Huan Le would never go to snatch the offerings from the dead, so he could only watch helplessly.

"Ah Cen..." Huan Le pestered Cen Shen again: "Then can I sleep in bed tonight?"

After sleeping on Cen Shen's big bed, Huan Le really didn't want to go back to the sofa.The sofa is small, narrow and soft. After sleeping for a long time, my back hurts and my neck gets stiff.Cen Shen's bed is different, it's big enough to sleep two people, and they are all men, so there is no such thing as whether a man or a woman can be intimate.

But Cen Shen's answer was only two words: "No."

Huan Le pursed his lips, but Cen Shen simply turned around and went into the study, leaving him alone in this desolate and miserable courtyard.

He was so angry that he sat down on the steps in front of the door, resting his chin on his hands, sulking at the empty yard.

Agui slowly crawled past him, and said, "Young hero Lele, keep up the good work. Xiao Shenshen has a knife mouth and a tofu heart. He rejects you once or twice, but he won't reject you three times. Nothing is difficult in this world, as long as there is a heart." ..."

Huan Le was thoughtful, and 3 minutes later, he brought A Gui back and asked, "You said A Cen is still in good health? His meridians are so fragile, what did the doctor say?"

Agui was stunned for a moment: "Young Xia, you change the subject very quickly."

Huan Le stared at him with burning eyes, vowing to stare at him until he gave the answer.In fact, the moment he saw Wu Chongan's dead bones, he couldn't help but think of Cen Shen in his heart.

Judging from Wu Chongan's bones, he was a human being, around 50 years old, and suffering from some kind of disease before his death.Human life is so short and fragile, but what about Cen Shen as a half-demon?

Huan Le didn't know when he was going back, but he didn't hope that after he went back, Cen Shen would die like Wu Chong'an, in the cracks of such a city that no one cared about, and no one would find out.

He felt a little sad about this, as young people's melancholy always comes when they say it.

Agui answered: "The doctors I have seen all say that Cen Shen's illness is congenital and there is no cure."

Huan Le disagreed: "Maybe those doctors are not smart enough?"

"Maybe." Agui said: "If he was born in the Tang Dynasty like you, when he was full of energy, with his talent, he might already be a powerful craftsman by now. There are many panaceas in ancient times, and the way of medicine There are also a lot of holy hands, maybe it can make him live longer..."

Huan Le wanted to say that he could take Cen Shen back with him, or wait for him to bring him medicine from Datang, but after thinking about it, Cen Shen would probably refuse him coldly.

And it's all about the future. Will he pin his hopes on such illusory words as "later"?

Of course not!

Huan Le stood up vigorously, startling Agui.Agui looked at him strangely, wondering why he was going crazy, but Huan Le ran away without giving him a chance to ask questions.

"Where are you going, young man?"

"I have something to do, busy!"

Cen Shen looked out the window of the study, just saw his leaving back, and heard his voice full of vitality as usual, the haze in his heart seemed to have dissipated a little.

He lowered his head again, and wiped the mottled scratches on the table with his fingertips, as if Wu Chongan was sitting in front of this table, studying with the light on.

The scratches are left when the parts are polished and the formations are engraved. Every scratch shows the master's hard work.

Cen Shen has never experienced the glory of craftsmen, so he can't say he is disappointed at the end of the craftsman association.But Wu Chongan wanted to guard this skill until his death, he felt it.

The cuckoo's cry of blood will eventually become a death wish.

What about Cen Shen himself?He doesn't have that great righteousness, and he doesn't have any consciousness higher than ordinary people, but if one day he wants to become that bloody cuckoo, he hopes that before that, he can get a glimpse of the glory of the highest skill.

Just like what I thought when I was on the city wall of Xi'an.

It was the brilliance that belonged to him alone, and it was the only thing he wished to leave in this world.Whether it's the name, the family, or the life, it doesn't matter.

Not important at all.

The familiar colic struck again, but Cen Shen didn't care. He sat back on Wu Chongan's chair, took the formation diagram on the side and continued to study it.Under the warm yellow light, his complexion became paler, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.

For the next three days, Cen Shen didn't step out of this room except for eating.Agui wanted to persuade him, but he couldn't persuade him. He wanted to ask Huan Le for help, but Huan Le suddenly became busy, even busier than Cen Shen seemed.

He is often not at home, and spends most of the day when he goes out, and he doesn't know what an ancient person who is unfamiliar with his place of life can be busy with.Agui stopped him once at the door, but when Huan Le came back, he locked himself in the studio and refused Agui's inquiry.

"You will know then!"

Agui was furious, all of these were not worrying.Fortunately, Huan Le still remembered to eat, and he had to bring Cen Shen with him when he ate, so Cen Shen didn't starve to death.

As for Huan Le's pestering skills, Cen Shen has probably already bowed to him, and he would try not to argue with him on such trivial matters as eating, which would save a lot of tongue-in-cheek.

Anyway, just a few bites of rice.

"Ah Cen, it's time to eat!" At noon that day, Huan Le yelled this way again, lying on the courtyard wall.Ever since he found it more convenient to climb the wall, he refused to go through the gate. Every time he lay down on the courtyard wall, the sound was so loud that Grandma Wang next door could hear it.

At this moment, Cen Shen walked out of the room, rubbed his eyebrows, and went home to eat.

The meals for the past few days were packed by Huan Le from outside, and Cen Shen gave him a few hundred yuan to buy what he wanted, so as not to pester him to make pork ribs with sauce.

Today, Huan Le brought back his favorite noodles with fried sauce from outside, and paired with the braised pig's feet from the deli in the alley, it was perfect.

Cen Shen has no problem with braised pig's knuckles, but he really can't fall in love with it. If Huan Le wants to eat it, he can give him half of his fried noodles.

But Huan Le is staring at you from the side, staring at you with his sincere eyes, until you finish the last noodle, and then tell you righteously: "I have asked the boss to put less noodles. , a lot of it is in my stomach."

The young man of Tang Dynasty lived like a fish in water in modern times, and now he has learned to chat with his boss.Of course, what he didn't tell Cen Shen was that when the boss heard his request to put less noodles, he asked him cheerfully: "Is this for my girlfriend? The little girl nowadays is clamoring to lose weight. I don't even look fat!"

Huan Le has been here for more than a month now, so he naturally knows what a girlfriend means, if he tells Cen Shen, he will definitely be thrown out.

Then he will become a poor stray dog.

Good is good, Amitabha.

This kind of life lasted for five days. On the evening of the sixth day, Huan Le, who had returned from going out, pushed open the door of Wu's house like the wind, rushed into the study room across the courtyard, and shouted: " I'm back!"

"Boom!" The little shadow demon who was sleeping on the grave was so startled that he fell to the ground.

Cen Shen rubbed his temples, took off his thin-rimmed eyes and looked at him, frowning slightly.Huan Le's image made him a little surprised, his cheeks were dirty, the hem of his clothes was torn, and he was dripping with sweat.

But he looked very happy, and he still looked like a young man with red lips and white teeth when he smiled.

"Ah Cen, look!" He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Cen Shen.

Cen Shen looked down suspiciously, then was stunned on the spot - this is a road map for the movement of mana in the meridians, that is to say, this map contains a cultivation method.

And judging from the painted and altered appearance of this picture, and the traditional characters in the annotation, it is obvious that it is a new drawing by Huan Le.

Seeing the astonishment in Cen Shen's eyes, Huan Le grinned and said, "Climbing over walls is just my hobby, and cultivation is what I do professionally."

The author has something to say:

Lele: One day I will eat pork ribs made by Ah Cen...!