Half Demon and Half Mountain

There are no more jokes about the crazy scholar in Nanliu Bridge. This person who provided countless jokes to the neighbors, like an inconspicuous little splash in the prosperous age, has since disappeared in Chang'an City.

Huan Le never saw him again, nor heard from him.There are too many poets in the Tang Dynasty, and the city of Chang'an is full of talented scholars. If a talent show is held according to the modern model, it will probably be more lively than the imperial examination.

Who would remember a contestant who was eliminated in the audition?

"Alas..." Huan Le sighed, sitting on the veranda with his chin propped up, once again lost in thought about Yao Sheng.

Excellent, how is it judged?Life is all the same, why are there so many differences?In other words, God has created inequality from the very beginning.

So God created that ghost banquet for him because he saw that he had too much, and threw him into modern times?

No, no, it's a gift to throw in the modern age, and he can meet Ah Cen only in the modern age.

Huan Le himself was a little dizzy, and suddenly, a cold object stuck to his face.When he came back to his senses, he saw Cen Shen sitting down beside him, and handed him a can of iced coke.

"Still thinking about Song Li?" Cen Shen said calmly.

"No, I was thinking of you." The young man in love opened his mouth to speak.

Cen Shen ignored it and continued, "Is he friends with you?"

"Not really." Huan Le took a big sip of iced cola and sighed comfortably, "I just like dealing with different people, they are different from me, and the different places are different, don't you think Is it interesting?"

Cen Shen declined to comment.

"One year, a wandering Taoist priest came to Chang'an City. He insisted on ordering me to say that I was destined to have no children, so my sister beat him up. The Taoist priest got angry and cursed my sister for not being able to marry, so my mother would marry him again." beat him up."

Cen Shen was no stranger to the toughness of the Huan family, but the Taoist priest's command had some reason.

Huan Le said cheerfully: "Now it seems that the Taoist is right. Maybe when I go back, I can see him again, because my sister said that when I get married in the future, I will invite him to a wedding banquet."

Let the Taoist go.

"Any clues about what Song Li got from Liu Qi?" Cen Shen asked.

"Not yet, I have a headache thinking about it." Huan Le rubbed his head pretending to be in pain, but he paid attention to Cen Shen's expression from the corner of his eye, a sly look flashed across his eyes.

Cen Shen quietly watched his performance, and as expected, Huan Le rubbed against him within a few seconds.

"I want to lie down for a while, so I can think more clearly." Huan Le leaned on Cen Shen's body aggressively. He was usually a vigorous person, but now he seemed to have lost his bones. After a while, he changed from leaning to pillowing on his lap.

Cen Shen helplessly covered his smiling eyes, "Sleep if you want to."

Huan Le blinked, his eyelashes brushed against his palm, and through his fingers, he could still see Cen Shen's face—well, Cen still looks pretty from this angle.

"Ah Cen." Huan Le raised his hand to hold Cen Shen's hand, and gently took it away.His eyes were so affectionate, and just when Cen Shen thought he was about to say something nasty, he suddenly smiled, stood up, clasped the back of Cen Shen's head with one hand and pressed down, welcoming on his lips.

Cen Shen was caught off guard and almost fell on top of him.

Agui was also caught off guard and almost died in the water tank.

Huan Le didn't care about anything else, if he wanted to express his love to Cen Shen, he had to not delay for a moment.Living in the world, enjoying yourself in time is his consistent principle.

Cen Shen wanted to retreat, but couldn't, the big-tailed wolf grabbed his neck and licked his arteries lightly, dangerous and lustful.

He might be watching something that shouldn't be seen again, Cen Shen thought.

But nonsense is nonsense after all, after all Huan Le is not ridiculous enough to do something outrageous on the veranda, but the whole person is pestering Cen Shen to hold him in his arms, can he lick a few mouthfuls even if he can't eat?

"Hot." Cen Shen pushed him.

"I'll give you a Coke." Huan Le had a solution.He was hugging A-Cen, A-Cen was holding a Coke, and he could still feed him, perfect.

Cen Shen stuffed the Coke back for him with a blank expression, "Drink it yourself."

Huan Le took a big sip and laughed heartily.

At night, the two were preparing to go to bed.Huan Le claimed to be a little massage expert, and insisted on giving Cen Shen a massage, but Cen Shen couldn't persuade him, so he changed to lying on the bed, resigning himself to fate.

The little massage expert is not very good, and he talks too much, "Why is this called a horse killing a chicken? Why does a horse kill a chicken? What enmity do they have?"

Cen Shen: "Shut up."

Huan Le leaned over, "Just tell me."

"That's a foreign word, it has no real meaning." Cen Shen gave him a cold look, "Don't you still want to watch "Huan Zhu Ge Ge"? Go watch it."

"Shall we watch it together?"

"not good."

But in the end, Huan Le still took Cen Shen to watch "Huan Zhu Ge Ge" together. Cen Shen wanted to throw him out for a while, but he was fascinated by watching.

"This Nanny Rong is so scary." Huan Le said, still shrunk into Cen Shen's arms, if he added a few more beeps, he would be alive.

After watching an episode of "Huan Zhu Ge Ge", Huan Le finally agreed to sleep obediently, but within 10 minutes of lying down, he suddenly sat up straight again, "I thought of it!"

Cen Shen: "..."

"I thought Song Li might have gotten something, A Cen!" Huan Le looked at him in surprise, "It's a pen. After the ghost banquet, didn't I go to Song Li? He had already left by then Yes, later I heard from the owner of a nearby shop that Song Li folded a pen and threw it into the river under the Nanliu Bridge before leaving."

"Pen?" Cen Shen immediately thought of the pen left by Wu Chong'an.It was a magic weapon with a memory function, so it is still possible to write the last words left by Wu Chongan to this day.

If the pen Song Li threw away was related to Liu Qi, what kind of pen would it be?

"It's just that I haven't seen the appearance of that pen after all, so it's hard to judge."

"It doesn't necessarily have to be a pen. Perhaps Song Li felt disheartened and didn't want to write poetry anymore, so she threw away the pen."

The two of them didn't discuss for a while, the night was getting dark, Huan Le was afraid of affecting Cen Shen's rest, so he forcibly cut off the topic and hugged him to sleep.

The next day, Agui heard this new clue, pondered for a moment, and said solemnly: "I know, this pen must be a brush."

As soon as the words fell, Huan Le's pen tip paused, and the word "Sa" was ruined.He raised his eyes, "We all know it's a brush, okay?"

Agui rolled his eyes, and asked again: "Are you fighting Li Bai?"

Huan Le spread out a piece of rice paper again, put one hand behind his back, picked up a pen and ink, and wrote a chic poem at his fingertips.While writing, he said: "He is my Tang poet, why not I write his poems?"

Huan Le rewrote "Xia Ke Xing" again, and his strength penetrated the back of the paper, writing with murderous intent.

The leaves of the toon tree outside the house rattled, like gold and iron horses, rolling in.

After the last stroke was made, Huan Le also went through Song Li's story again in his heart, but unfortunately he is now in the modern age 300 years later, and many things cannot be verified.

At this time, a notification sound came from the phone, and it was Qiao Fengmian who reposted his microblog.

Your father will always be your father: nephew, your handwriting is much uglier than yours.

Soon, the private chat came again.

Your dad will always be your dad: The storyteller is back, Moroe's story, do you want to hear it?

Word Selling Boy: Of course.

Huan Le quickly made an appointment with Qiao Fengmian, but hesitated for a long time whether to bring Cen Shen there.On the one hand, he didn't want to leave Cen Shen alone at home, but on the other hand, the hope of getting Moluoye was slim, and he didn't want to make Cen Shenkong happy, which was a great psychological blow to him.

After much deliberation, Huan Le still decided to go out alone. Anyway, the agreed place was at Nanying's home, so he said that Qiao Fengmian asked him to come over because he had something to do, which was not a complete lie.

Before going out, Huan Le took Ah Gui into a small corner and told him carefully, "Ah Gui, you have to watch Ah Cen carefully when I'm not around, you know? Call me if there's anything wrong, and I'll be right back."

Agui nodded, "Don't worry, but you have to come back early, now I can't control him more and more."

"When will you be able to control him?"

"Cut, fuck you."

Huan Le turned to look at the studio, but didn't see Cen Shen's people, thought he had gone to the toilet, didn't think much, shouted "I'm going out" and strode outside.

Unexpectedly, when the door was pushed open, Cen Shen leaned against the door and waited for him.

"Ah, Ah Cen?" Huan Le was nervous for a while.

Cen Shen glanced at him lightly, and said, "To find Qiao Fengmian?"

Huan Le smiled, "Yeah, I don't know why he was looking for me, maybe Chongming called me? I'll just go and be back soon..."

Cen Shen didn't speak, and Cen Shen just looked at him quietly—make it up, you continue to make it up.

Huan Le couldn't make it up anymore, so she hugged Cen Shen, "A Cen, good A Cen, I didn't mean to lie to you."

Cen Shen looked at him coldly, "You've grown up, haven't you?"

"No no, I didn't, I swear!"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

Cen Shen seemed to have guessed something, so Huan Le had no choice but to follow him in aggrieved manner, telling him everything about Mo Luoye.

After Cen Shen listened, there was no sound in the ancient well, and he said calmly: "Is there really such a magic medicine in this world?"

"Yes." Huan Le nodded affirmatively, "Whether it is in my grandfather's library or in the [-] mountains, there are legends about Moluoye, and someone has indeed obtained it. It's just that the magic medicine is rare, it is inevitable of."

While talking, the two came to Nanying's small courtyard.

Huan Le knocked on the door in a familiar way, and he just opened the door and walked in as a greeting.Crossing the small path intertwined with bluestone slabs and cobblestones again, in the same courtyard, three people sat this time.

A Nanying, a Qiao Fengmian, and a man wearing a red shirt with large sleeves.The red clothes are also embroidered with golden patterns, which look like dragons and non-dragons, riding clouds and fog.

He was propping his chin, playing with the wine glass in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said: "I said, I just came back, so I was called here to tell stories, young master, are you still young? Do you need me to tell you stories to lull you to sleep? "

Qiao Fengmian, who was half-chaired on a pavilion pillar, still had that dignified appearance, and wore a rare pair of gold-rimmed glasses to act as a gentleman, "Shut up, let me tell you a story, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Young master, you are going to rebel now, aren't you? Thanks to me pulling you up with shit and piss, do you have any conscience?"

"It was eaten by a dog."

"You are young, be careful of your kidneys."

"I want you to manage."

"Okay." Nan Ying smiled helplessly and gently, stood up, and cast her eyes on Cen Shen and Huan Le who just walked in, "The guests are here, restrain yourself."