Half Demon and Half Mountain

Agui was deeply impressed by Huan Le's provocative methods, and finally admitted that it wasn't that Shaoxia's operations were too coquettish, but that he was too ignorant.

So he decided to change his mind and learn from Lele Shaoxia, to see if he could also find a female turtle to fall in love with.

"This is too difficult." Huan Le ruthlessly rejected him. While he was busy making Cen Shen happy, he also worked hard to make money. There was really no time.

He searched the Internet for many ways to make money at home, but many of them seemed unreliable.There are game anchors, beauty bloggers, etc., he thought about it carefully, it seems that he can only broadcast live for eating.

This is what he does best.

After much deliberation, Huan Le decided to sell calligraphy for a living.Both his master and mother praised him, saying that although he could not write well, he could write well.It just so happened that Cen Shen's studio already had brushes and rice paper, so he didn't even have to prepare for it.

So Huan Le uploaded his own masterpiece with his account of "Chang'an Journeyman", and changed his nickname to "Book Selling Boy", looking forward to the arrival of the first guest.

As a result, no one paid attention to him.

Agui couldn't stand it anymore, "The number of fans is 9, and 5 of them are zombie fans. What kind of business are you doing? You might as well ask Xiaoshen to allocate funds for you to buy an account."

Huan Le refused categorically: "I don't want it, I want to rely on my real talent and learning."

"Then when you sell it, the day lily will be cold." Agui stared at Huan Le's account with mung bean eyes open, and suddenly let out a light snort, "This Qiao Fengmian has a lot of fans, you can ask him to help you with it."

Thinking of Qiao Fengmian's mocking smile, Huan Leyao shook his head again, "Then why not just call him aunt and ask him to wrap me a big red envelope."

A Gui squinted: "What kind of messy relationship do you guys have?"

"Anyway, it's not reliable."

"Then change to a reliable one. Let me tell you, add a selfie next time you post a picture, it's fine."

Huan Le tilted his head, not knowing why: "Why?"

Agui: "Because you look good."

Hearing this, Huan Le thought for a while, then suddenly became serious.He stood up suddenly, strode to Cen Shen's side, put his hands on his shoulders, and said, "I will not betray my appearance."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Cen Shen again, and said, "A Cen, I only show it to you."

Cen Shen was silent for a while, then replied, "Thank you."

Huan Le nodded in satisfaction, then leaned over and said with a smile: "Then give me a kiss, okay?"

Cen Shen: "Then you should go make money."

Agui: "Hahahahahaha!"

Huan Le beat A Gui.

Agui was furious: "You only dare to beat me up like a tortoise, what kind of hero are you!"

Huan Le raised her eyebrows: "Ah Cen beat me, I beat you, there's nothing wrong with that."

"Hold."

"Don't swear, this is civilized modernity."

Agui was inexplicably educated by an ancient person in Huanle, and the barrage of complaints floating in his heart could probably circle the earth if connected.

it's time.

Do not erupt in silence, die in silence.

"Slap." Agui stepped on the small porcelain plate containing the ink.

"My words!" Huan Le immediately rescued him, but he still couldn't escape the fate of the rice paper being soaked in ink.Sooner or later, Agui called the little brother Yingyao who was wandering in the yard, and carried him away in a straight line.

But how could a few shadow monsters escape from Huan Le's palm?

Huan Le just waved his hand, and an invisible barrier blocked the door of the studio.The shadow monsters couldn't stop the car, so they bumped into it while carrying Agui, and knocked him off his back.Not only the shadow monsters scattered all over the place, but also Aguidu rolled out of the way.

"Oh my old waist..." Agui hid in the shell and groaned.

"Where did you get the waist for a turtle?" Huan Le picked him up and said viciously, "I'm going to drink turtle soup tonight."

"Don't, don't!" Agui rolled his eyes, glanced at the smeared words on the ground from the corner of his eye, and said with a smile: "Hahahaha Lele Shaoxia, I didn't expect you to like Li Bai too, I like it too Li Bai, you see we are still friends..."

But Huan Le didn't agree, "Li Bai? Who is Li Bai? Let me tell you, don't change the subject for me."

"That's not right, Young Man Lele, as a monster of the Tang Dynasty, you don't even know who Li Bai is?"

"Why, is he famous?"

Huan Le thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen this name when he was looking through the history of Tang Dynasty.It's just that he's not very interested in things like poetry and songs, so he doesn't have a deep impression.

Agui continued: "Perhaps Li Bai hadn't appeared at that time, but since you don't know him, how could you write his poems?"

his poems?

Huan Le looked suspiciously at the writing on the ground, and said in confusion, "This is obviously Song Li's poem, why is it Li Bai's again?"

Agui was also confused by him, "Killing a person in ten steps will never stop you for a thousand miles. Isn't this Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing Xing"? Even me, a tortoise, knows it."

"No, no, no." Huan Le shook his head again and again, his eyes full of astonishment that his world view had been subverted, "I don't know Li Bai, and it's impossible for Song Li to know Li Bai, but this poem was clearly read from Song Li's mouth. I heard it with my own ears."

"Are you sure?" Cen Shen also looked over.

"I'm sure." Huan Le replied quickly.During this period of time, Huan Le never gave up on finding the truth about the ghost banquet. He repeated the fragments that he could think of several times, and he was very sure about the origin of this poem.

That's what Song Li chanted on a whim after they started drinking.Huan Le thought this line of the poem was very cool, so he got excited after drinking it, and even made a gesture with a swordsman ghost in the tower.

"That's how things are." Huan Le recounted the general situation, "I'm sure that Song Li is definitely not Li Bai."

Agui then asked: "Didn't you say that Song Li left Chang'an after the ghost banquet? Where did he go?"

Huan Le shook his head, and then took out his mobile phone to check Li Bai's information carefully.The more he looked at it, the deeper his frown became - there is no doubt that Li Bai is a unique great poet in human history, he can compose a "Xia Ke Xing" and thousands of "Xia Ke Xing".

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

Such outstanding and free and easy verses are almost engraved with his brand.

But what about Songli?

And why did he know this poem in advance that should have appeared many years later?

"It's Liu Qi!" Huan Le suddenly figured out the key point, "At that time, if anyone knew this line of poetry, it must be Liu Qi who came back from modern times!"

Cen Shen nodded, "Do you still remember what happened after Song Li uttered this poem? Or, did his expression change?"

"This..." Huan Le recalled carefully. He remembered that when Song Li recited poems, he stood by the railing, facing the red gauze swaying courtyard, amidst laughter and laughter, he recited with pride and ambition.

Upstairs and downstairs, everyone is applauding.

Song Lixu was also drunk, she opened her hands, her face flushed with excitement.

Huan Le still thought at that time that he had finally composed the poem he wanted, so he went up to congratulate him with a wine glass.But just as he was about to put his hands on Song Li's shoulders, a few drunks came and dragged him to drink together.

Several people pushed and shoved, and the liquor that swirled out of the cup almost splashed Huan Le all over.

At that time, did he see Song Li's face?

Huan Le couldn't remember it again, and it was even more difficult to remember such details when he was a little drunk.After thinking about it, he simply sat down on the ground, propped his chin and thought for a while, then raised his head and asked, "Ah Cen, in your eyes, after listening to my description of Song Li, what kind of person do you think Song Li is?"

Cen Shen: "Out of tune, unreliable, crazy."

"Is it that bad?"

"But you can say he's an idealist, too."

"Idealist?" Huan Le commented on this modern vocabulary, thinking carefully about everything about Song Li, thinking about the scholar who was always crazy and clamoring to write a poem, suddenly, his eyes widened.

"I remembered, when those drunkards dragged me away, he just turned around. I saw him crying, and tears came down."

Huan Le once again doubted his memory, "I thought he was weeping with joy, but now that I think about it, his eyes clearly showed shock and despair."

Even hysterical.

"Then his previous joy was real joy?" Cen Shen asked again.

Was the previous joy real joy?Huan Le repeated Cen Shen's question, the excited and flushed Song Li, is it true?

Huan Le scratched his head in some confusion, he didn't dare to trust his memory completely now, but the contrast between Song Li's front and back was really weird.

Agui said nonchalantly: "That's because he's not clear-headed enough, he recited other people's poems, thinking he wrote them himself, and he was too happy."

Huan Le thought this statement was very interesting, and couldn't help admiring Agui, "Tell me, why would he recite other people's poems subconsciously?"

Agui asked back: "Didn't you say that Liu Qi told him just now?"

"Why did Liu Qi tell him?"

"I don't know that."

Huan Le didn't know why Song Li got involved with Liu Qi again.But in this way, the relationship he had been looking for before surfaced initially.

Just as they had guessed, the people involved in the ghost banquet were more or less related to Liu Qi.Liu Qi is this relationship.

At this time, Cen Shen suddenly asked: "Didn't you buy a glazed pagoda from the Craftsman Association?"

Huan Le nodded, "Yes, I bought it to celebrate my mother's birthday."

"If you can buy it, so can others."

"You mean... Maybe Song Li also bought things at the Craftsman Association?"

Cen Shen's words were like enlightenment.

Huan Le stood up excitedly, pacing back and forth in the room, "I'm sure I bought something from the Craftsman Association, this is the intersection between me and him. The master is friends with him, and it is possible that I bought something from him. What, there's Song Li, and Ping'er!"

As he was walking, he stopped again and turned to look at Cen Shen, "But what did Song Li buy? That is a madman born for poetry, did he buy the song "Xia Ke Xing"? But you know "Xia Ke Xing" still belongs to Li Bai, so it can be seen that Song Li did not take it as his own. He wanted to write poems, and he wanted to write his own poems, that would be stealing, and he would not do it."

Huan Le couldn't help but think of Song Li who stopped him near the Nanliu Bridge that night. Under the bright lights, he excitedly told Huan Le——

"The poems I want to write must be unique and incomparable!"

He can go to a ghost banquet for the illusory inspiration. Why does such a crazy person show such a worried expression at the end?

Thinking of this, Huan Le looked at the writing on the ground. Could it be that he... was killed by a talent beyond the reach of others?