Half Demon and Half Mountain

When Cen Shen heard that Huan Le was going to deliver food, he thought his calligraphy business was dead.Then I heard who the person ordering takeaway was, and then I realized.

Agui immediately said: "Heaven will send a great mission to the people of Sri Lanka. First, they must work hard on their hearts and minds, work their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skins."

Huan Le squinted at him, then looked at Cen Shen solemnly: "I'm going alone this time, I won't let you, A Cen, go with me to endure hardship."

"Oh." Cen Shen replied lightly, "I didn't even want to go together."

Huan Le: "..."

"Hahahahahahaha!" Agui laughed so hard that he fell on his back, even though Huan Le glared at him, he still laughed wildly, "Have a good journey, young man!"

Huan Le threw him on a tree, then went out sadly, ran for a long time to buy everything, and finally ran into Cen Shen at the subway entrance near East Street.

Cen Shen stood under the shade of a tree and looked at his mobile phone, and glanced at the subway entrance from time to time. The air-conditioning on his body, which should not be approached by strangers, seemed incompatible with this hot summer day.

For a moment, Huan Le seemed to see Cen Shen when they first met.

But in the next second, when Cen Shen met his eyes, this feeling disappeared again.It was as if he walked into the picture frame from outside the picture frame, the sun's light suddenly fell on him, and the mottled tree shadows danced on his shoulders, and the cold and heat blended again, gradually dissipating the little disharmony on his body.

Huan Le was startled, but Cen Shen saw that he hadn't come, so he walked over by himself.He didn't say anything, just took the milk tea from Huan Le's hand, stuffed a cold drink into his hand, then turned and walked forward.

Huan Le hurriedly followed, and then his smile slowly opened, "Ah Cen, were you waiting for me just now?"

"Yeah." Cen Shen disliked the heat, his voice was light and ethereal, as if floating in the scorching mid-air.

"It's my favorite cola flavor!" The cola-flavored popsicle made Huan Le's voice light and light, but this light and light sound was obviously different from Cen Shen's.

He split the popsicle into two, held one half in his mouth, and handed the other half in front of Cen Shen, "It's hot now, it doesn't matter if you eat some ice."

Cen Shen took it, and the two ate the same popsicle and walked towards No. 47 East Street together.

This street can also be regarded as a style street, and various exquisite literary and artistic shops can be seen everywhere.Most of the people who come and go on this street are young and energetic student parties, and they walk like a free wind.

Looking at it, Huan Le couldn't help sighing: "The students here are really different from those in Tang Dynasty."

"Why is it different?"

"I can't tell." Huan Le tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Anyway, they are all very good, each has its own advantages."

The two talked all the way, mingled among the students, and occasionally received some admiring glances because of their looks, Huan Le was always happy.

Because such a good-looking A-Cen belongs to him, these human brats can only envy him.

Cen Shen looked at Huan Le who was in high spirits, and in a daze, he seemed to see the third son Huan on the Nanliu Bridge.Although his red clothes were replaced by white t-shirts, and the treasured swords were replaced by various takeaways, but this did not detract from his handsomeness in the slightest.

The brilliance in the eyes of the students all over the street was not as bright as his.

Not long after, the two finally arrived at No. 47 East Street.

The door was open, but there seemed to be no one in the store.

Huan Le and Cen Shen exchanged glances, walked in boldly, looked around this place which was almost the same as an ancient bookstore, and suddenly heard several juvenile cheers overlapping with memories.

"Takeaway! Takeaway!"

"Has the takeaway arrived yet?"

"Where's the coffee jelly!"

"Where are the macarons!"

The voice didn't sound familiar at all, Huan Le frowned suspiciously, looked around for the source of the voice, and finally found a red toy sports car the size of a dustpan behind a certain bookshelf.

The sports car biubiubiu drove forward, and in the car sat two fat dolls wearing black and white bellybands, wearing Nezha's same style of ball head, and their arms were as fat as lotus root joints.

The sports car continued to drive forward, and the two chubby guys patted the steering wheel, "Stop!"

"parking!"

"Taibai (Taihei) is about to get off!"

But the car didn't stop, and it moved around the house at a faster speed and played Thomas full spin.

The two little chubby guys soon became "beeping", vaguely calling the names of macarons and coffee jelly.

Huan Le only thinks that the shadow monster is really a kind of monster with too much presence in modern times, why everyone is imitating them.

Or has it become a trend?

If he chats with Ah Cen, will he be beaten?

Thinking of this, Huan Le couldn't help but glanced at Cen Shen's expression, and then quickly turned back—it was scary!Why does Ah Cen seem to see through what I'm thinking!

At this time, the culprit who manipulated the toy car finally appeared. It was Qiao Fengmian, who was raised by the big devil and known as the little devil.

"It's so slow, the travel expenses will not be reimbursed." Qiao Fengmian said.

"It's our meeting gift." Cen Shen made a quick decision.

Qiao Fengmian nodded, quite satisfied with the way Cen Shen, an adult, finally invited him in.The two chubby guys stared at the takeaway in Huan Le's hand all the way, their stomach pockets almost wet with saliva.

"This is Shang Si's little follower." Qiao Fengmian said.

But the two little fat guys quit, holding their faces together and saying shyly: "We are master's darlings."

"Boom." In the living room, Shang Si seemed to have fallen to the ground.

Qiao Fengmian immediately showed an evil smile, and steered the red sports car towards the living room at high speed, aiming to crush Shang Si.

Huan Le stared blankly at this scene, and asked hesitantly, "Are we here right?"

Cen Shen: "I think you two will become friends."

"Am I so childish in your eyes?" Huan Le was a little hurt, but under Cen Shen's questioning gaze, he still shut his mouth wisely.

The uproar in the room soon came to an end. The two little fat guys were spanked, but after a very useful whimper, they finally dragged away a sports car of macarons with satisfaction.

Huan Le and Cen Shen sat down opposite Shang Si, and Qiao Fengmian made tea slowly beside him. The young master wore gold-rimmed glasses again today, looking like a refined scum.

Shang Si yawned and cut straight to the point, "Stretch out your hand."

Of course, Huan Le knew that this was referring to himself, but when he stretched out his hand, he looked at Shang Si with burning eyes, and said, "Si Ye knows everything and is omnipotent, I wonder if you can clear up my doubts?"

Shang Si raised his eyebrows: "Little brat, don't dig a hole for me."

After finishing speaking, Shang Si's palm stretched out, and the black magic power rushed to Huan Le's palm in an instant, and penetrated into his body.

Cen Shen's heart tightened suddenly, but his hand was grabbed by Huan Le's other hand, as if to say to him - don't worry.

But Cen Shen still couldn't calm down, a little irritable, and even wanted to smoke.

At this moment, he had to admit that he was most worried about the exposure of Huan Le's origin.

What will Shang Si do?

Will he send Huan Le back directly?

Or just keep him here and not let him go?

This anxiety was well suppressed at the bottom of his calm eyes, until now there was no sign of the embankment breaking.

Fortunately, Shang Si's investigation ended soon. He glanced at the two people's handshake with a smile, and said, "Why are you so nervous? I'm not a feudal patriarch who is good at beating mandarin ducks."

"Da." Qiao Fengmian put a cup of hot tea in front of his eyes, "Get down to business."

Shang Si shrugged, looked at Huan Le and said, "I've seen you before, and you still have the seal I put on you in your mind."

"Seal?!" As soon as these words came out, both Huan Le and Cen Shen showed surprised expressions in unison.

Even Qiao Fengmian didn't expect such a direction.

He immediately asked: "You only woke up in 16 years, and you have been with us all these years. When did you give the seal?"

But Cen Shen quickly realized that it was impossible for Shang Si to seal Huan Le in modern times, it must have been in Datang!

"Ghost banquet?" Huan Le stared straight at him, but did not avoid it.

Shang Si picked up the teacup and blew hot air. To be honest, he was also a little surprised when he detected the seal.Because the time of this seal is too long, and this little wolf dog is too young.

This gave him a very unbelievable guess.

"Where are you from?"

"Chang'an."

Huan Le already knew it by heart, and he repeated it again: "I am from Chang'an, and that year was the 17th year of Zhenguan. On the day of the Ghost Festival, I went to the Tower of Death to participate in a ghost feast, and my wife fell into a well and died. "

Hearing that, memories from the past gradually overlapped with Huan Le's face, and Shang Si really remembered this incident.

But his memory is a bit different from Huan Le's.

"You remember wrongly, no one died that day." Shang Si said.

"No one died?" Huan Le frowned first, then revealed a trace of ecstasy.

That's right, Shang Si said that he had imposed a seal on himself, and that seal must have memories about him.So the master is not dead, it is because he remembered wrongly!

He must have misremembered!

But Shang Si said again: "The person who fell into the well didn't die at that moment, but he died a long time ago."

Huan Le was stunned: "What does this mean? You mean... that he died before entering the Pagoda of Rebirth?"

Rebirth Tower, Ghost Banquet... Isn't that the place where ghosts go?

No, not right.

"I clearly remember that he still has a body, I met him!" Huan Le said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Shang Si sipped his tea casually, "He should have died, but he is still alive like a normal person. Do you know why? Because his fate has been rewritten."

The person who should have died is still alive, his fate has been rewritten, and he has escaped life and death...

Liu Qi!

Huan Le suddenly figured out the key point. The purpose of Liu Qi giving Song Li the magical brush, or turning the fate of his wife through time and space, is the same - to verify the role of the little hydrangea.

What about Shang Si?

He just wanted to fix the bug left by Liu Qi, so Master's death can be said to be inevitable.

But where was Shangsi that day?

Huan Le carefully searched the memory, but couldn't match Shang Si's face, until Shang Si said with a smile: "I've drank your wine before, Baihualou's fine wine is only available once a month, and it really tastes good."

I remembered.

That day, there were two ghost messengers staying at the Tower of Rebirth, one in red clothes like fire, and the other in green clothes.Huan Le went to pay homage to the pier with the wine and the token of Zhuque Terrace, but the one in green refused to accept it, but the one in red said:

"Seeing that you are wearing red clothes like me today, just play and count on me."

That person is Shang Si who concealed his identity.