Half Demon and Half Mountain

The train left, Wu Chongan died, and Liu Qi never came back.

The old man closed his eyes forever with a little regret, Chongming turned off the computer, looked at the two thoughtfully, and said: "Liu Qi, I have never seen him in Shanghai. I heard that he went to Buzhou Mountain has never appeared again, and I do not know whether it is alive or dead."

Hearing this, Cen Shen responded silently.Liu Qi was dead, but he didn't dare to say anything about the origins of Xiao Xiuqiu and Huan Le.It was Huan Le who took the initiative to ask: "Mr. Chongming thinks...why does this Liu Qi not go to Shanghai all of a sudden?"

Chongming said: "Maybe after experiencing that explosion, he suddenly became disheartened about this world?"

"Let me see." Qiao Fengmian's voice suddenly came from not far away, "He thinks that you are sick and boring, so he left."

Cen Shen raised his eyes and saw Qiao Fengmian coming out of the back room wearing a robe-style home clothes and a coat. Looking at his lazy appearance, he seemed to have just woken up.

Chongming got up to meet him, put his arms around his waist, the two whispered a few words close to each other, and then he left.Qiao Fengmian came over and sat down, took a sip of Chongming's tea, and said, "Have you finished watching the video?"

Cen Shen nodded, "Thank you."

Qiao Fengmian smiled, "You don't need to thank me, I just helped you on a whim. I don't have a deep friendship with Wu Chong'an, but there are not many old friends left. I suddenly heard about him, and I miss him."

"Mr. Wu's home is in Xizi Hutong. He had been dead for many years when I found him. If you want to visit him, his bones are buried in the courtyard." Cen Shen said.

Qiao Fengmian did not express anything, and finally said: "Going to the grave is really a very boring thing. People are dead, so why express your heart to a pile of bones?"

Qiao Fengmian's words sounded a little heartless, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not unreasonable.But to Cen Shen, what other people think doesn't matter.

"May I see Mr. Joe's knife?" he asked.

"Of course." With a rare refreshment, Qiao Fengmian called out the precious sword and put it on the tea table, "Please."

Qiao Fengmian's knife looks very different from Huan Le's. Huan Le's knife is a long and slender Tang knife. Although this knife is long enough, it is also wide enough, more like a machete.Twelve gold rings are lined up on the back of the knife one by one. When the blade is swung, the gold rings jingle, as if there is a special rhythm.

All in all, this is a very special knife.

Cen Shen observed carefully with the knife, and finally found the unique private mark of the craftsman on the handle of the knife.That should belong to Wu Chong'an's master's mark, but Cen Shen didn't recognize it.

"What's the name of this knife?"

"Golden Twelve."

Golden Twelve?Is it because of those twelve metal rings?That's a really weird name.

Cen Shen unleashed his mana and carefully felt the patterns engraved on the knife, and slowly frowned.He could feel the killing intent contained in these formations, these formations are extremely lethal attack formations, and this knife has definitely drank a lot of blood, it is a full-fledged murder weapon.

Huan Le's knife also drank blood, but Sha Nian was not as heavy as this one.

Suddenly, Cen Shen discovered a very special turning pattern node of Yuanli on the formation pattern.He looked carefully and perceived it carefully, but the more he looked at it, the weirder it became.

Generally speaking, in order to pursue the rapid movement of mana in the pattern, craftsmen keep all the energy nodes unblocked, but this node on this knife is cut off.

A truncated node abruptly divided the pattern into two contradictory yet unified parts.

But what is the purpose of doing this?

Cen Shen couldn't figure it out for a while, and asked Qiao Fengmian, but he also shook his head, "This knife was custom-made for me by my father. I met the craftsman twice, and there was only one request in all—to kill people quickly enough. , a fatal blow."

As she said that, Qiao Fengmian gently stroked the blade with her fingertips, and there was a trace of nostalgia in her eyes.Hundreds of years have passed since the blood-stained Huangpu River happened, and many people have been forgotten in the dust of history. Only this knife still remembers every drop of blood that was drunk that year.

"The killing knife really only needs to be fast enough." Huan Le said.He has a unique blood talent, and he has practiced martial arts since he was a child. His father once taught him: a good swordsman cannot live without a good sword, but he should not rely too much on the sword.

The knife is part of the swordsman, and it is people who kill.

Cen Shen didn't understand these things, whether it was Qiao Fengmian's past or Huan Le's, they were too far away from him.His attention was still on that weird node, such a strange way of drawing was not something ordinary craftsmen would use, but he always felt like he had seen it somewhere.

But he couldn't think of it for a while, when Chongming came over with breakfast, Cen Shen didn't want to see the two show their affection in front of him, so he took Huan Le and left.

Qiao Fengmian took Chongming with him, and he took Huan Le with him. The key point is that Chongming and Huan Le are both wolf dogs, and they always feel that the atmosphere is not right.

"I think that Qiao Fengmian is pretty good too." Huan Le followed Cen Shen's footsteps with a brisk tone.

Cen Shen declined to comment.

"He and Chongming are really nice, they match well, don't they?" Huan Le continued his efforts.

Cen Shen remained silent.

"Our wolf dog family is very good, especially good at caring for people, and they are very loyal, trustworthy, and good-looking."

"..."

Cen Shen moved a step to the side, and Huan Le also moved a step to the right, pressing every step of the way, even daring to hold his hand.The moment he held it, Huan Le felt like a flower blossomed in his heart.

"Let go." Cen Shen stopped, but did not turn his head to look at him.

"Then look into my eyes and say." Huan Le tightened his grip.

Cen Shen couldn't turn his head, he was afraid of seeing Huan Le's irresistible eyes.

But things didn't go as planned, Huan Le leaned close to him again, looked at him sideways with his head tilted, and said coquettishly, "Don't put it away, okay?"

Cen Shen turned cold and stubborn, "No."

Huan Le blinked and blinked, "Why not?"

Cen Shen: "There is no reason."

It’s just not possible, not possible, not possible, why don’t you understand?

Why do you have to come to provoke me?

I don't want the splendor before I die, I don't want the spring scenery of Chang'an, the red pomegranate by the bridge. It's so ugly, I'd rather choose a peaceful death.

Come here happily, and leave happily, okay?

The more he thought about it, the colder Cen Shen's eyes became. All his emotions were buried under this cold and hard film, as if it was indestructible.

The two stalemate for a long time, Huan Le finally let go of his hand slowly, but he didn't laugh it off like before, but sat down on the side of the roadside flower bed, turned his head away, seemed to be angry.

Cen Shen was so irritable that he wanted to smoke.

Looking at Huan Le's figure, he remembered what Huan Le said to him yesterday - "You look good. You are the prettiest person in the world."

The love of a young man is hot and pure. He can say openly that I like your beauty, pursue you boldly, hold a heart in front of you and let you beat him.

He said that it must be a wonderful thing to be buried with him in the spring of Chang'an.

The remaining warmth in his palm is still there, Cen Shen knows that as long as he nods his head, Huan Le will circle around him again.Everything that he once dreamed of is within reach.

But he just couldn’t move his legs, couldn’t open his mouth, because there was always a voice in his mind telling him: You can’t go in the spring of Chang’an, you only belong to this indifferent steel forest, hung on the bushes, until the last drop of blood is drained.

That is the way of death for modern people, and it has a cruel beauty.

"It's time to go back." Cen Shen finally spoke.

But Huan Le turned his head away, this was not what he wanted to hear.

The next second, Cen Shen turned and left, really leaving him here alone.

If Huan Le was just putting on a show, now he is really hurt, sitting alone, standing up and walking anxiously, a little annoyed and a little angry.

Angry to akimbo.

Why can't Ah Cen coax him, he is so easy to coax, as long as he hooks his fingers, he can wag his tail at him, why doesn't he understand?

When his stubborn temper came up, Huan Le really just sat there and didn't leave. He waited until the sunset in a bit of anger, but he didn't wait for Cen Shen.

Mad.

Pissed off. Pissed off.

Everyone loves the invincible and invincible Mr. Huan, who has encountered the biggest difficulty in his life - if he goes back now, wouldn't he be too humiliated?

On the other side, Agui persuaded earnestly: "Xiao Shenshen, just go and look for it. It won't hurt if you say something nice? Do you have the heart to watch Lele Shaoxia become a stray dog ​​that no one wants? "

Facing the almost untouched dinner on the table, Cen Shen remained silent.

"Falling in love is not getting married. What's wrong with having a date? Who hasn't found a date yet, don't you think so? If it's not suitable, we can separate again..."

Agui's lips were worn out, but Cen Shen didn't respond at all.He couldn't help sighing in his heart, in fact, he didn't believe what he said, how could someone like Cen Shen like anyone casually.

It is because of being too solemn that the burden is so heavy.

Agui himself can't tell whether he should be with Lele Shaoxia.Or should they not be okay?It's not that he doesn't trust Lele Shaoxia's character, but this place is too far away after all.

More than 300 years, can Cen Shen do it?

If the small hydrangea can really be repaired, at least it can run on both sides.

Thinking about it, Agui couldn't help being lost in thought, but when he came back to his senses again, he found something wrong with Cen Shen's expression.He supported the table with one hand, exerting so much force that his joints turned white, and that pale face was even more bloodless.

"What's wrong with you? Are you in pain again?" Agui hurriedly crawled over, but Cen Shen fell too fast, he only had time to release a spell to catch his fallen body, and he couldn't help him with anything else.

"Wait, wait...don't get dizzy!" Agui dragged Cen Shen with magic, trying to move him to the sofa so that he wouldn't fall on the cold ground.

Cen Shen was still awake, but the pain was severe, his whole body was curled up, all the meridians seemed to be twisted together, and even a little movement would hurt.

In just ten seconds, his hair was wet with sweat, his teeth bit his lips, the smell of rust spread all over his mouth, and the light and shadow in front of his eyes were blurred.

"Don't get dizzy, don't be afraid, don't be afraid...Lele Shaoxia will be back in a while!" Agui was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and it took a while to realize that he could make a call, so he hurried to find Cen Shen's cell phone.

In fact, this kind of situation was not uncommon before, but this time he felt particularly flustered.