Half Demon and Half Mountain

"Is it Fourth Master who brought Master's fate back on track?"

After a long time, Huan Le asked the question in his heart.If Shang Si really made a move, then Master's death... can only be sighed.

Shang Si didn't answer immediately, he looked at Huan Le with a half-smile, which made Huan Le's heart shudder.But Huan Le can still hold his breath, he has been entangled in this matter for so long, and he will never lose his position at the last moment.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the room became somewhat stagnant.Only the voices of the two little fat guys hiding under the coffee table, gnawing macarons heartlessly, were particularly loud.

But they don't care what other people do, eating is the happiest thing in the world.

"Hehehehehe..." The two laughed while eating, dropping macaron crumbs.

Shang Si glanced at them helplessly, and kicked his foot on their chubby little buttocks, "It's all over the place, and Yuanyuan will come back later to see if he won't beat you."

"Ouch." The two chubby guys fell on their backs, as if they were in pain from a fall, and they played their upper bodies there, so pretentious.But no one paid any attention to them for a long time, and the two got up again, and fled the scene quickly pushing the cart.

While running, he said: "The master is bad, it is the master who eats it! The master eats it!"

Shang Si was too lazy to chase after him, but being interrupted by them, he couldn't pretend to be deep anymore, so he raised his finger to the sky and asked Huan Le, "Do you believe in the way of heaven?"

Huan Le asked back, "What is the way of heaven?"

"Law of Nature."

"Life and death?"

"Although I don't like the idea of ​​life and death, human beings always like such pessimistic interpretations." Shang Si lazily leaned on the back of his chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, like a retired veteran cadre.

He continued: "Heaven is ruthless, but its ruthlessness does not lie in your personal suffering."

Huan Le frowned: "Please explain to Fourth Master."

Shang Si raised the corner of his mouth: "My answer is, what kind of person is your master, and it is worth doing it yourself? Even if there are a hundred more people like this, it will not have any impact on the way of heaven. There is a saying in human beings called Butterfly effect, a butterfly flapping its wings may bring a hurricane. A hurricane may bring disaster, but what is a small hurricane to the sky?"

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but fell into deep thought.Shang Si's words sounded crazy, but if you think about it carefully, isn't that the reason?

Especially Qiao Fengmian, who has experienced wars, can understand Shang Si's words better. How did Tian ever really care about the creatures on this land?It turns a blind eye to all suffering.

So, what is a small deviation brought about by a small human being?

"What about fourth master? Do you believe in the way of heaven?" Huan Le asked again.

"What do I believe in that shit? Can it give me money or find me a partner? By the way, the Emperor of Heaven is a bad old man. He used to slander me as the son of Tiandao, so he died early."

Shang Si's complaints about the old man are always so nonsensical and very arrogant. Anyway, now that everyone is belching, no one will jump out of the coffin to beat him.

But it was the first time for Huan Le and Cen Shen to experience this kind of baptism, so they were inevitably in a daze.That's the emperor of heaven, not the uncle who sells candied haws at the door.

It can be seen that Shang Si is really old.

Huan Le took a deep breath, and forcibly changed the subject: "Then what happened to my master?"

"Don't worry." Shang Si's tone was still slow, and he continued: "After that night, I went to check the book of life and death. After he fell into the well, the time of death was changed back to the original time, which was about several years ago. He was poisoned to death by eating poisonous mushrooms."

"Poisonous mushrooms?" For some reason, Cen Shen suddenly remembered what Huan Le told him about his first meeting with his master.At that time, didn't the master just pick mushrooms on the mountain?

Could it be that……

Huan Le obviously thought of it too, but the answer was too absurd and funny.He couldn't help asking: "What else?"

"Besides that, I also discovered a very interesting thing." Shang Si pointed to his brain, "My memory seems to have been tampered with. That is to say, I also have information about his first The impression of death once, but because he came back to life, this memory was deleted. When I saw him again, the sense of incongruity appeared."

Shang Si was no one else, and things that ordinary people couldn't detect, even a tiny change, couldn't be hidden from his eyes.

"Fourth Master has met Master before?" Huan Le's eyes lit up.

"No, to be precise, I've seen his ghost in the Tower of Rebirth. If I'm right, something or someone changed his fate, so everyone's memories of him are synchronized Changes have taken place, including me. But there is something in my hand that cannot be changed. The truth is also preserved in it."

Qiao Fengmian rolled her eyes, and immediately asked, "Is it your letter?"

"That's right." Shang Si nodded: "Words have spirits, and a book with a profound foundation is enough to form your own world in the book. My handwriting is naturally the most powerful in the world. And because of the world in the book Although it is a faithful record of the real world, it is completely independent of the real world, so no matter how big changes happen in the real world, it still maintains its original appearance."

Shang Si is in charge of writing, and naturally has the strongest control over the world of writing.His handbook records almost all the historical ups and downs since the Maurya Dynasty, and as long as he saw it with his own eyes, it can be almost 100% restored in the book.

Qiao Fengmian thinks that this is probably because Shang Si is so old and has not yet developed dementia. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

But Huan Le didn't bother to marvel at his supernatural powers at this moment, and hurriedly asked: "Did you see him in the Pagoda of Rebirth? What did you see?"

Shang Si smiled slightly: "I saw him, and I saw you."

"Me?" Huan Le froze suddenly.

"You were pushed and almost fell into the well. But before you fell in, you bumped into a ghost and deviated from the original direction, so you saved your life. In the Tower of Rebirth, ghosts can The one that touches the entity, and this ghost you touched is your master."

After finishing speaking, Shang Si's eyes pierced into Huan Le's, "I said this, do you understand?"

Huan Le was in a bit of a mess right now, and he hadn't figured it out yet.What is going on in this timeline, how did he meet his dead wife again, all of these are confusing.

He couldn't help looking at Cen Shen, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.In fact, he didn't know why he had such an expression, maybe he had already guessed something in his heart.

He wanted Cen Shen to tell him the answer.

It's kind of cruel.

But Cen loves him deeply, he raised his hand to embrace him, stroked the boy's head, and sketched a story in his heart that he didn't know how to tell.

So he looked at Shang Si again and asked, "Si Ye, do you still remember that time, did Huan Le and his wife know each other?"

Shang Si smiled, but his voice was a bit ruthless: "I don't know."

Cen Shen asked Huan Le again: "On the night of the ghost banquet, the master specially asked you to find him, right? He wants to drink with you."

Hearing this, Huan Le's body stiffened, and after a long time, he nodded.He raised his head, looked at Cen Shen with a trace of sadness in his eyes for the first time, and said with a wry smile: "If I obediently went to him with the wine, wouldn't the things that happened afterward not happen?"

Cen Shen didn't know the answer either.

Huan Le continued to murmur: "Master knew that I would go to the Pagoda of Rebirth that day, and that I might fall into a well, so he invited me to drink outside the city at such an inopportune time for the Ghost Festival. He wanted me to avoid Yes, but I was disobedient, so I went with Song Li...he found out, and he was afraid that something might happen to me, so he came to look for me, right?"

"He still saved me."

"But this time he's dead."

"He clearly knew, clearly knew that it might be..."

Huan Le's tone became more urgent, but Shang Si interrupted him at this moment, saying: "He chose it himself, didn't he? It's not because of the illusory way of heaven, nor because of me, but between life and death. He chose you."

"What's the difference?" Huan Le was still in a daze, as if he was in a huge whirlpool, unable to break free and unable to breathe.

Qiao Fengmian answered this question with a hint of sarcasm in his smile, "Of course, at least he has the right to choose. In this world, being able to choose life and death is already a very remarkable thing. He has already won the important What is there to regret if you have a chance?"

Huan Le was really going to be mad at him, Cen Shen pressed his hand in time, and said, "The times are different, the choices are different, they cannot be compared."

Qiao Fengmian spread his hands and refused to comment.

Cen Shen then looked at Shang Si again, with a calm expression, but rare sincerity in his eyes: "Can you tell me, after Master saved Huan Le for the first time, did they talk?"

Hearing this, not only Huan Le, but also Qiao Fengmian and Shang Si couldn't help but look at Cen Shen together.Shang Si looked at this little monster who was silent most of the time, and became a little interested, "That's a good question, they drank together."

"Drinking?" Huan Le suddenly attracted all his attention.

"Yeah, don't you have to thank him? So you drank together, drank three jars, and became friends who never met each other."

Shang Si still remembered that scene, the young man with the sword in red was in high spirits, and the shabby scholar in green was dignified and decent.The two don't match in age and status, but they get along very well.

In that wine session, I drank until the bright moon set in the west.

The young man tugged on the sleeve of his drinking buddy and lifesaver, and said with a drunken smile, "You are so interesting. If you were still alive, I would definitely ask you to be my wife!"

The other party didn't speak, just looked at the wine glass that couldn't reflect his shadow, and sighed.

After a long time, he looked at the drunk young man and said, "I'm poor, so I eat those wild mushrooms. If you really want to be my student, I will definitely charge you 100 taels of repair."

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the suet jade pendant on the boy's waist from the corner of his eye, and changed his words again: "300 taels."

It's great that money doesn't weigh you down.