Half Demon and Half Mountain

There were some extra things in Cen Shen's mind, some very strange and somewhat familiar pictures.Strange, because in those messy and incoherent pictures, everyone is dressed differently from modern people; familiar, because this seems to be the life described by Huan Le.

That is Datang, it is Chang'an.

But Cen Shen couldn't see Liu Qi's face, it should belong to Liu Qi, but Liu Qi never appeared in these pictures.So Cen Shen understood that these were Liu Qi's memories, everything he saw with his own eyes.

"I seem to have seen that pen." After sitting and resting for a while, Cen Shen suddenly asked Huan Le: "What does Song Li look like?"

Huan Le was still worried about his health, "Don't worry about it, let's go to Nanying to have a look, okay? Anyway, we have a follow-up visit tomorrow, so it's the same if we go today."

There was a hint of pleading in Huan Le's eyes, and Cen Shen felt soft-hearted, so he nodded in agreement.

After a while, Huan Le packed up his things and took Cen Shen out.Cen Shen looked at the hands they held together. Although he didn't say anything along the way, there was an inexplicable warm emotion in his heart, which made his whole temperament much gentler.

After seeing Nan Ying, Huan Le first apologized.But Nanying was always gentle and tolerant, and didn't mind their sudden visit at all. After examining Cen Shen, he said, "Don't worry. The force hit his mind. Although it caused a certain shock, he His body has taken good care of recently, so there is no serious problem."

Immediately afterwards, another set of acupuncture procedures went down. Huan Le could now sit with them in the bamboo hut, serve them tea and water, talk to relieve boredom, and never shy away from Nanying's presence when wiping Cen Shen's sweat. , very naturally.

An hour and a half later, the two set foot on the way home again.

Nanying put away the medicine box, went back to the house at a leisurely pace, raised the bead curtain, looked at the person lying on the soft bed, and said helplessly, "You, what's the matter with Chongming recently? It's up to me What is it here?"

"Hmph." Qiao Fengmian turned over and continued to read the manga.

"What about them? Why did you suddenly avoid them?" Nan Ying sat down at the small square table and poured herself a cup of tea.

Qiao Fengmian sat up and said, "I just suddenly discovered something interesting."

Nan Ying: "What?"

"That little wolf dog seems to have a lot of background. But the key is Shang Si, and Shang Si doesn't want to pay attention to it. Now he eats and pesters his Lu Yuanyuan all day long. It's boring."

Nanying smiled, "You are the only one who dares to bury him with the temper of fourth master. Now that all aspects of the demon world are on the right track, fourth master is alone in charge of the big formation in the city, and the rest of the matter can be ignored. After all, the world There is only one fourth master."

"You just know how to speak for him, he is just lazy." Qiao Fengmian complained about this. There are so many things that need to be taken care of over the years, so there is still not enough place for Shang Si to order him and Chongming?

He just waved his hands to the shopkeeper, sitting alone on the high platform, looking around to congratulate, I feel free and at ease.

On the other hand, Cen Shen and Huan Le, who had returned home, had already started preparing dinner.After Huan Le knew that Cen Shen was fine, he put his heart back into his stomach, and while chopping vegetables, he answered the question that Cen Shen had raised earlier in a brisk tone.

"Song Li actually looks very ordinary. I can't tell what he looks like, but there is a small mole in the corner of his eye, which adds a bit of color to him."

Hearing this, Cen Shen put the washed tomatoes on a plate, searched carefully in his mind for a while, and soon locked on the target.It was a scholar who was dressed rather unruly, not to mention very down-and-out, but it seemed that he hadn't taken good care of himself.

In Liu Qi's memory, he seemed to only have those two sets of clothes, one in blue and one in gray-blue, both of which were a little whitish from the starch.As Huan Le said, the most eye-catching feature on his body is probably the mole at the corner of his eye.

On the streets of Chang'an, there is a lot of traffic and people coming and going.

The shop of the Craftsman Association is located on the largest and most prosperous street near Nanliu Bridge. There is a clothing store on the left, a restaurant on the right, and a rouge shop on the opposite door. The business is very good.

In contrast, the Craftsman Association was somewhat neglected.

Song Li, who was walking down the street with a stack of books under her arm and her head down, complemented the slightly lonely signboard of the Craftsman Association.

Originally, he planned to go straight over, and he didn't even notice that there was a new shop opened on this street.But he was so focused on thinking about something that he didn't look carefully at the road, so that he bumped into someone and scattered the books on the ground.

The thin rice paper fell out of the book, and dozens of sheets were scattered, blown, driven by the wind, and carried away by the wheels.Song Li hurried to pick it up, but someone around picked up a piece of paper faster, and when they saw the poem inscribed on it, they chuckled.

The man was not well dressed, but he was clean and decent. He should also be a scholar.Holding the poem, he looked up at Song Li carefully, and said, "Your Excellency must be the Song scholar from Nanliu Bridge, right?"

The other party didn't call him a crazy scholar, but Song Li still blushed.

"I'll pay you back this one. Be more careful when you walk next time." The man didn't say much, returned the poem to him and left.But the smile he showed naturally just now, and Song Li's name that he said casually, made it hard for Song Li to accept.

He was a little dejected, looking at the lines of poems all over the floor, but he didn't want to bend down to pick them up anymore.

Just like that, he sat on the stone steps next to the gate of the Craftsman Association, watching the people coming and going and the horseshoes stepping over his poems, with a blank face, without saying a word.

At this moment, Cen Shen heard a voice asking him, "What to buy?"

The owner of the voice did not appear, so this sentence was like an abrupt voice-over. Cen Shen was stunned for two seconds before realizing that it should be Liu Qi's voice.

Song Li looked up at Liu Qi, and at that moment, Cen Shen seemed to be standing there instead of Liu Qi, meeting his eyes unexpectedly.He came back from the picture, blinked, and saw Huan Le's concerned face.

"what happened?"

"No. I just assumed the role of Liu Qi, and I didn't realize it all at once. But our guess before was correct, Song Li did buy things from Liu Qi."

In the picture, Song Li didn't react for a while, so she just stared at Liu Qi in a daze.

Liu Qi immediately said, "Leave if you don't buy."

These words somehow touched Song Li's nerves, he stood up abruptly, "Who says I won't buy it, don't look down on me!"

Liu Qi didn't speak any more, she should have turned around and walked inside.Song Li's expression changed several times, including embarrassment, sadness, and belated apology. Anyway, after struggling for a few seconds, he followed Liu Qi into the shop.

He didn't really know what this shop was for, so he asked, "What do you sell here?"

Liu Qi replied, "I'll sell whatever you want."

Song Li muttered something to himself, but Cen Shen didn't hear it clearly, and then he said: "Then I want to write an ancient and unique poem, which will make a sensation in Chang'an, do you have it too?"

Liu Qi replied calmly: "Yes."

Song Li choked, then stuck her neck and said, "I must have done it myself, can you do it for me?"

"Your request has nothing to do with me, I just ask you—I have poems, do you want them?" After finishing speaking, Liu Qi took out a black brush and put it on the counter, "It's up to you."

Song Li didn't seem to believe it, and looked at Liu Qi suspiciously, "It's just a pen, what's the use? How much talent can it give me?"

Liu Qi: "Believe it or not is up to you."

Song Li opened her mouth, as if she wanted to refuse directly, but glanced at the pen several times out of the corner of her eye, and picked it up again by a strange coincidence.After a while, he asked, "How much do you sell?"

"Three pennies."

Hearing Cen Shen's report, Huan Le was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, "He sold me that glazed pagoda for 500 taels!"

Cen Shen & Ah Gui: "..."

If you don't cheat you, who will you cheat?

Cen Shen continued the little theater in his mind.

When Song Li heard that it only cost three pennies, it didn't matter whether it was useful or not, so she bought it and left without even asking how to use it.After running out of the shop, he kept looking back nervously, as if to see if Liu Qi had repented.

After a while, Song Li disappeared into the picture, and the picture gradually faded away.

Liu Qi's memory is very messy, some fragments just flashed by, and Cen Shen couldn't see any deep meaning.At that time, he didn't know anyone other than Huan Le, so he only looked for Song Li, and soon found a second related clip.

It was a simple study room, the paper pasted on the wooden lattice windows was a little peeled off, the room was lit like beans, and the scholar at the desk was writing vigorously, his expression was tense due to excitement, but it also contained uneasiness and contradictions.

This person was Song Li, and Liu Qi should be standing outside the window - he was observing him secretly.

It was so silent that even Song Li didn't notice it.

This discovery can't help but send a shivers down Cen Shen's spine, but when the picture changes again, it's daytime again.

During the day, Song Li nervously and expectantly took a poem written with a brush to the academy, but he didn't go in, and the concierge didn't seem to welcome him very much.

He stood at the door for a while, waiting for a scholar in Tsing Yi to come, and the two went to the corner to talk.Soon, the scholar in Tsing Yi was so excited that he grabbed Song Li's shoulder and yelled, still holding the poem in his hand.

"Song Li, great job, this is really a good poem! Just wait, I'll show it to my master right away, maybe he will allow you to come to the academy to study again! No, just this poem alone, you can Go to the Hundred Flowers Banquet!"

The scholar in Tsing Yi was simply happy for Song Li, and turned around to walk in.But Song Li suddenly pulled him back, her face turned red and then pale, "No, no, wait, wait..."

He was tangled and struggling, and after about ten seconds, he took back the poem from the scholar and patted his shoulder with trembling hands, "Next time, I haven't made up my mind yet. I'll go first Ah, you go back to class, go back..."

After finishing speaking, Song Li turned around and ran away, as if there was a beast chasing after her.He was out of Liu Qi's sight for a while, until Cen Shen saw him again under a pomegranate tree in Nanliu Bridge.

He was sweating profusely from running, panting heavily while holding on to the tree trunk, the paper in his hand had been clenched into a ball.

Cen Shen's gaze was involuntarily attracted to that tree, it should be the pomegranate tree Huan Le had mentioned, it was indeed much taller than ordinary pomegranate trees.

The stone bridge, the red pomegranate tree, and the gentle wind are so nice.

In his lifetime, he was able to see with his own eyes the place where Huan Le once lived.

Cen Shen sighed in his heart, but at this moment, a vermilion figure suddenly appeared in his sight.Light as if startled, but also like a gorgeous cloud of fire, strolling from the other end of the stone bridge.

He tied his hair with a jade crown and hung a precious sword at his waist. Although he was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, he already possessed the charm of a strong man in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, heroic and heroic.

Cen Shen didn't move, just kept looking at him.

No, it should be said that Liu Qi did not move.

Huan Le walked to the side of Nanliu Bridge, only to see Song Li squatting under the tree, and greeted him with a smile, "Song Li, what are you looking at? Is there something good buried under the tree?" ?”