Half Demon and Half Mountain

Cen Shen, who started to practice Yuanyuan Jue, seemed to be in poor health.If it wasn't for the fact that his lips were redder than usual, Agui would have thought he was going to hang up.

"Young Xia Lele, there really won't be any problems with your cultivation method, right?"

Huan Le sat on the veranda and wiped his precious sword. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "As I said, it will be difficult in the early stage. His background is too bad. If he can't make it through, he can only accept his fate and wait for death."

Agui: "Young Xia, you are suddenly very strict."

"What is this?" Huan Le suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, looked closer at A Gui, and said, "If you go to Zhuque Terrace to have a look, you will know that I am not strict at all."

"Suzaku Terrace?"

"Don't say you don't know, your eyes tell me that you recognize my token."

Agui fell silent.During this period of getting along, Huan Le has been refreshing his cognition. This seemingly lively and carefree young man is actually as careful as a hair. Could he not hide from him such a tiny look in his eyes?

Damn, isn't he mung bean-eyed?

"When I close and open my eyes, 300 years have passed. I don't care about the affairs of the world." He answered vaguely.

"That's right." Huan Le put the knife back into the scabbard, blinked: "Anyway, you can't beat me now."

In fact, what Huan Le is really curious about is Agui's strength that is completely out of proportion to his age. As an old demon who has lived for an unknown number of years, he is too weak.

Agui would be pissed to death. If he had the prestige of the past, he would definitely crush this little bastard into a persimmon.

At this time, Cen Shen walked by, and Huan Le left Agui again and ran away.

"Ah Cen." Huan Le expertly blocked Cen Shen's way, observed his expression carefully, and asked, "Are you going to read next door again?"

Cen Shen replied with silence.In the past few days, he was really tired. He trained Yuan Jue twice a day, morning and evening. The rest of the time he spent in the book, devouring what Wu Chongan left behind eagerly. If it was not necessary, he didn't even want to say a single extra word.

"Today is the weekend, how about taking a break?" Huan Le asked.

"It's not good." Cen Shen walked to the side, bypassing him and continuing to walk outside.

Huan Le knew that persuasion was useless, so he had no choice but to follow him, walked slowly, and said slowly: "Ah Cen, do you think a person's memory can make mistakes?"

Cen Shen didn't answer him right away, and when he was about to walk to the study, he replied: "There are no absolutes in this world."

"Is there no absolute..." Huan Le muttered without entering the house, and ran directly to the window of the study.Cen Shen happened to sit down by the window, and Huan Le said again: "I found that there is something wrong with a part of my memory, something is not quite right."

Cen raised his eyes deeply.

As expected of an optimist, such a problem with memory is as simple as there is no seasoning packet in instant noodles.No, the severity may not be as bad as no seasoning packet.

At least he was still angry for a long time because of the seasoning packet last time.

"Is this related to your current situation?" Cen Shen asked.

"Maybe, maybe not." Huan Le himself was not sure.The memory in question was the ghost banquet. He remembered that at the end of the ghost banquet, some ghosts rioted. Although they were quickly suppressed, it brought disaster to Huan Le.

He almost fell into the well at the bottom of the nine-story pagoda, and his soul returned to the west, but it was Song Li who caught him in time.

There seems to be no problem with the memory so far, the problem lies in Huan Le's overall impression of this matter.Under normal circumstances, even if a person forgets the details of an event, he will have a rough impression of it, whether it is fear, joy, or boredom, each is different.

Just like when you hate someone, even after many years you forget what he did to hate you, that feeling of hate will still stay in your mind.

Huan Le was not afraid of ghosts, but now he had such a big reaction when he heard "ghosts", it must be because what happened at the ghost banquet had some kind of impact on him.

But almost fell into the well, is it possible?

Who is he, he is the third son Huan who is not afraid of anything, how can he be so easily scared.

But now Huan Le's fear and rejection of ghosts is almost instinctive, this feeling can't be wrong, it can only be that his memory is wrong.

Several years have passed since the ghost feast, and Huan Le seldom thinks of it on weekdays, and it can even be said that he has completely forgotten it.

This also seems to reveal a little unusual.

Huan Le's memory is really good, how could he ignore such a special event so cleanly?

After hearing Huan Le's speech, Cen Shen also frowned.This thing sounds really wrong, Huan Le's memory was clear before worshiping the mountain with fine wine, but after that, his memory began to blur, he was drunk, and it is possible to remember things wrongly.

"Have you asked Song Li?" He asked.

"No, at that time I had a cold and stayed at home for a few days. After recovering from the illness, I went to the vicinity of Nanliu Bridge, and I heard that he left Chang'an to go on a study tour."

"Leaving?" Cen Shen couldn't help feeling that Song Li was suspicious, and there must be a reason for her sudden departure.

"You also think he has a problem, don't you?" Huan Le simply sat on the edge of the window, took a pen from the pen holder on the desk against the wall, and twirled: "Song Li is from Qingshan Village outside Chang'an City. Died early, with a clean background, no magic power in his body, let alone a monster. He is obviously a failed scholar, but he can't study hard. What kind of first poet should he be? Who knows that most of the poems he writes are nonsense, Nanliu There is no one in Qiao who does not know him."

"Nanliu Bridge?"

"Yes, the Great Tang Craftsman Association is there."

"Are they related?"

Huan Le thought for a while, then shook his head decisively: "At least not on the surface."

Cen Shen asked again: "What about him and your wife?"

Huan Le smiled slightly: "That's a little bit relevant, my wife lives in Qingshan Village."

Seeing Huan Le's smile, Cen Shen realized that he had been tricked by the other party.Huan Le had clearly considered all the connections, and she came to ask him in a pretentious manner, obviously because she didn't want him to continue reading.

Cen Shen immediately shut up, opened the formation map on the table, and said nothing more.

Seeing that the routine had failed, Huan Le turned around to face Cen Shen, propped one hand on the table, leaned forward, strongly blocked all of Cen Shen's light, and finally looked at him flatteringly: "I'm alone How boring it is to think."

Cen Shen: "I think you don't want to go back."

Huan Le grinned: "It's pretty good here, too."

"Slap." Cen Shen calmly picked up a book and slapped Huan Le's face, pushing him back.

"Ah Cen, why are you always so cruel to me?" Huan Le rubbed the bridge of his nose, fortunately this book was a thread-bound book from a hundred years ago, otherwise his handsome nose would have been ruined.

The young man's voice was full of grievances, and Cen Shen's eyes were full of "killing intent".

"I've thought about it, Master and Song Li may know each other." Huan Le cleared his throat, and continued his reasoning: "Although Master is not a native of Qingshan Village, Song Li also moved to Chang'an City early, but after all, he is a Villagers, there shouldn’t be no intersection at all.”

Cen Shen gave a faint "Yes", his eyes were still on his book.

"But what happened after I got drunk? Why did Song Li leave?" Huan Le rubbed his chin, thinking hard.

At this time, Agui's voice came from beside his feet: "You two are here reasoning about what happened 300 years ago? Is Di Renjie parttwo???"

Huan Le looked down and was amused——Agui's walking was slow, and it was really interesting to let a group of little shadow monsters carry him over.

"Do you want to participate?" Huan Le asked.

"The old man is very tired, okay? When you get older, your brain is not very flexible. After a few years, you will not only have three highs, but you will also have dementia..." Agui complained nonchalantly, but finally came back: "The tower you mentioned, what tower is it?"

Huan Le: "It's a nine-story pagoda, and there's a well in the pagoda. Have you seen it?"

"Young hero Lele, I have to admire you for having a big life. You are really big. You won't die no matter what. The aura of the protagonist is good." Agui complained.

"What? Is that something extraordinary?" Huan Le raised his eyebrows.

"That's the Pagoda of Rebirth!" Agui almost jumped: "If you stand by the well and look down, you will see an upside-down pagoda in the well. The Eighth Hell, if you fall down, the gods of Da Luo will not be saved!"

Hearing this, Cen Shen's face turned serious, he never expected that the tower had such a background.

Huan Le suddenly thought of something, and asked eagerly, "You said there is a pagoda in the well?"

Agui nodded: "Of course, but as you said, the tower you saw only has nine floors, so it should be just the reflection of the Tower of Rebirth in the world. As soon as you entered the door, you were already on the ninth floor?"

Huan Le nodded seriously.

Agui then said: "That's it, the tower fell down, just to prevent you little monsters who are overly curious, don't accidentally appear by the well, and looking down will be fatal, you know? "

Huan Le didn't speak, his face suddenly became ugly.In his memory, there was nothing in the well, it was pitch black, and Agui's words were like sharp arrows, smashing the black curtain that sealed the wellhead.

Agui and Cen Shen noticed his strangeness and couldn't help but look at each other.Ah Gui was about to speak, but suddenly saw sweat protruding from Huan Le's forehead, his lips were tightly pursed, and his brows were like knives.

"You..." Cen Shen said.

"It wasn't me who almost fell." Huan Le interrupted him abruptly, and said word by word: "I remembered, the person who fell was Master."

"What?!" Agui was so surprised that he let out a foreign fart.

"Is he sure he remembered correctly?" Cen Shen also asked immediately, "Why did he appear there?"

Huan Le shook his head, and the sweat on his forehead grew more and more.He clenched his fist tightly and said: "I only remember this scene. He fell in. I wanted to pull him, but I couldn't catch up."

The picture in the memory is silent, and everything is like a slow motion playback.

In that well, pale lanterns hung on the corners of each floor, cold and bleak.And in that dark, endless depth, the boundless fire of karma is burning fiercely, and the fire is also cold, just one glance can make you feel chilly to the bone.

The master kept falling and falling in such a back view, facing Huan Le, and stretched out his hand silently, until the sparks of the karmic fire stained the corner of his clothes and completely engulfed him.

Is he calling for help?

No, his expression was full of sorrow, but very peaceful.

This kind of picture appeared in Huan Le's mind over and over again, he could even clearly see the holes in the blue clothes that had been washed white by starch, and the holes he had accidentally scratched out.

Why did Master Ke fall into the well?Why does it appear in the tower? !

Huan Le didn't understand, couldn't figure it out, couldn't understand!

"Does this... mean that his wife is dead?" Cen Shen looked at Agui.

Agui said in his heart that you should stop stabbing Shaoxia's heart, but Huan Le also looked over immediately, so Agui had to tell the truth: "It is impossible for a mortal to survive if he falls into a well."

Dead, dead to the point of death, it is not easy to reincarnate.Agui added in his heart.

Cen Shen looked at Huan Le again. He knew that the other party must be feeling bad. He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.But Huan Le is so smart, he already guessed what he wanted to say.

"The master is dead, so who is the master who gave me the nuclear test?" Huan Le said in a deep voice.

There are no two identical people in the world, so who is it that reappears in front of Huan Le?

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