Half Demon and Half Mountain

Huan Le got out of bed, opened the curtains, picked up a marker pen and wrote the special time "1910" on the glass wall.The moonlight was like water, rippling at his feet. The young man was wearing the old man's underpants and a white vest, and stared at it for a long time with his chin in his hand, always feeling that he was missing something.

"The last time fourth master said... When did he fall into a deep sleep?" He turned around and asked.

Cen Shen was still sorting out the mixed memories in his mind, and his reaction was a little slow, "It was... 1916?"

Yes, it is 1916.Shang Si fell asleep for a whole hundred years, and when he woke up, it was the day when Cen Shen picked up A Gui. In 2016, go back a hundred years, and it was 1916.

In 1916, wars broke out frequently in the world, and the Sijiu City was unstable.In order to restore the formation, Shang Si had no choice but to fill in himself, and fell into a deep sleep since then.

Huan Le scratched his head, "Isn't that before 1910! There are still six full years in between, during these six years, that Liu Qi who came back from the Tang Dynasty must exist in Si Ye's handbook!"

Cen Shen immediately reacted, "Do you want to catch him again?"

"That's right, isn't this the fastest way?" Huan Le went ahead, picked up the shirt on the side and put it on, "I'll go find Fourth Master!"

Cen Shen hastily called him to stop, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, "It's too late."

Only then did Huan Le regain consciousness, and scratched his head embarrassedly, "I seem to be a little too anxious. Fourth master is still in retreat, and I may not be able to find him if I go looking for him."

Cen Shen nodded, "Contact Mr. Qiao first."

Qiao Fengmian was so idle that he didn't sleep most of the night, and the result was that he was pulled by Shang Si.

At this moment, on the ninth floor of the Tower of Rebirth, Shang Si was frowning and splashing ink with his messy hair on his head.He looked not in good condition, his eyes were black and bloodshot, as if he had been woken up after a hangover, and he had no shoes on. On the body, it is still the usual bright red.

There are two fish embroidered on the bright red robe, one white and one black, they are called Tai Chi Yin Yang Fish, and this is also the origin of the names of the two little fat guys in the study.

As for Qiao Fengmian, even in the middle of the night, he was still dressed appropriately, and at the moment he was rubbing ink for Shang Si with his sleeves rolled up.

"Why don't you let Big Brother Lu accompany you?" Qiao Fengmian asked leisurely.

"Our family Yuanyuan is going to take a beauty sleep, do you think it's you? Stay up late at a young age, be careful of sudden death." Shang Si wrote one talisman after another, almost in the blink of an eye, another one The talisman is done with a flick of a brush.

Qiao Fengmian bickered back to bickering, her eyes stayed on his talisman paper, and she frowned slightly: "What are you drawing?"

As a former human demon catcher, Qiao Fengmian has profound attainments in Talisman.Even so, he still couldn't judge the purpose of Shang Si's drawings.

Shang Si answered straightforwardly this time: "This is called the Demon-Suppressing Talisman."

"Suppressing magic talisman..." Qiao Fengmian muttered the name, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Do you want to use it on Hei Qiye?"

"Smart." Shang Si turned his head and gave him an approving look, and then changed his face instantly, "Are you grinding foreign work, grinding, grinding, and grinding until dawn."

Qiao Fengmian rolled her eyes, "Who made the inkstone you gave me so hard? Where did you get the iron lump?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this was opened by the master, grind it for me!"

"knew."

Facts have proved that grinding ink is really a sad thing, especially grinding ink for Shang Si.That inkstone is indeed weird, if ordinary people were to grind it, they might not even be able to grind out any ink.

Qiao Fengmian had been busy for half a night, and the next morning, his mana was exhausted.But this shows that Shang Si is cautious about this matter, because Shang Si used to paint formations, directly using the vitality of the world as ink, and he was relaxed and freehand.It was the first time Qiao Feng saw this inkstone after sleeping in the study for so long.

Xing Jun also came, holding his fat tabby cat in his arms.

He glanced at Shang Si who was resting on the soft bed, and asked Qiao Fengmian in a calm tone, "Is he dead?"

Qiao Fengmian: "Try kicking it."

"Do you think I'm really dead?" Shang Si sat up viciously, rubbed the center of his brows, took a sip of cold tea from his teacup, and looked at Xing Jun again, "Can you raise a nice cat? Ugly gone."

Xing Jun was unmoved: "Is everything ready?"

"It's not close." Shang Si asked back: "Are you ready?"

"It's not even close."

"Then ask a fart."

Xingjun said solemnly: "It is not a trivial matter to close the Tower of Rebirth. Countless people die every day in this world. If the souls of the dead cannot be extradited in time, once the time limit is exceeded, they will become lonely ghosts. Even if it is only 24 hours, it is easy. Something went wrong."

"You Xingjun has been in charge of the Tower of Rebirth for thousands of years, don't tell me that you can't even hold back this small scene."

"You should know what I really mean. Today's society is different from the past. We should avoid troubles instead of actively creating troubles. Killing Hei Qiye directly is the easiest way to solve the problem."

Hearing this, Shang Si's pen tip paused for two or three seconds before he looked up at Xing Jun and said, "Death is indeed the quickest way to solve the problem, but as the owner of the Tower of Rebirth, you should know that death is not a problem. Not the end."

The two have been friends for many years, but they seldom have such a serious discussion.Qiao Fengmian's gaze lingered on them, without making a sound to disturb them, she rubbed the ink quietly.

Shang Si put down his pen, walked to the railing and stood side by side with Xing Jun.The two looked at the ghosts coming and going in the tower together. All kinds of ghosts carried different karma, and in this void, they showed all kinds of human states.

After a long time, Shang Sidao: "Everything has its reason for existence, it goes round and round, and it is endless. Today is the era of personal rule, the power of science and technology has replaced gods, and prosperity is even greater than before. But history is reincarnation, how can you know everything?" Will there be another Peacock Dynasty in a few years? Hei Qiye has been burned for thousands of years without dying. His karma has not been broken. Even if you kill him, he will always appear here in another form world."

Hearing this, Xing Jun stroked the big cat's head and was silent for a long time before asking: "If the seven-leaf Mara flower really blooms again, do you want to give it to that little half-demon?"

There is only one magic medicine in the world, the medicine that Heiqiye is willing to suffer from the fire of a thousand years of karma and resurrection, and a tiny half-demon who will die violently at any time, it is really not equal.

Shang Si raised the corners of his lips, "The joys and sorrows in the world are all about seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence. What's worth it or not?"

At the same time, Huan Le didn't know that Qiao Fengmian was still in the Pagoda of Rebirth, and couldn't contact the outside world with the help of electronic technology. After receiving no reply for a long time, he called Chongming again.

Chong Ming came back from a business trip, and just got off the plane, he promised to help Huan Le convey it, but it would take a certain amount of time.

Huan Le could only wait, but ever since he knew that "Wu Chongan is the master", he could no longer fall asleep.Fearing that Cen Shen would be worried, he reluctantly lay down for a while, then couldn't help but get up and walk around again, and after walking around, he walked to the courtyard next door.

He still climbed over the wall.

In the early morning of midsummer, in the small courtyard where impatiens are in full bloom, morning dew falls on the ground with the morning light, temporarily suppressing the decaying atmosphere that has been uninhabited for a long time.

Huan Le walked under the locust tree, the shadow demon was still sleeping on the grave, with a lotus leaf picked from nowhere, like a huge hat on its head.

Dew dripped from the brim of the hat, soaked into the soil, and watered a new grass.Huan Le stretched out his hand to pull the grass, but when he grabbed the slender root, he couldn't bear it anymore.

It's just a grass, let it grow, why pull it up.

Huan Le withdrew his hand and simply sat down cross-legged, facing the grave with his chin resting on his hands.It is still hard for him to imagine that his wife lives in this grave.

On second thought, would the master who was reincarnated still be the master?

Master and Wu Chongan, two people of different eras, two completely different lives, but their endings are quite similar.At this moment, thinking back to the last letter left by Wu Chongan, it makes people sigh even more.

"Master, it's me, Banshan, do you remember me?" Huan Le muttered, knowing in his heart that he would not get any response, but unexpectedly woke up the shadow demon on the grave.

"Cheezy!" It seemed to have caught a cold.

Huan Le leaned back in a hurry, so as not to be affected by the cold virus, it would be a sin if he went back to A Cen.But the more he hid, the more the shadow demon jumped on him, as if playing with him, splashing mud all over his body.

"Okay, okay." Huan Le grabbed it and let it sit peacefully in his palm, rolled his eyes, and said, "Let me ask you, do you still remember what Mr. Wu likes to eat? "

"Hey." The Shadow Demon rolled around in his palm, as if coquettish, but Huan Le really couldn't understand what it said.

"I'm asking you something."

"Giggle."

"Hit you."

"Huh."

Can't you understand this?

Huan Le was so angry that he put it in his palm, rubbed it into a circle and flattened it, and played with it for a long time.After a long time, he didn't see Cen Shen looking for him, and looked back several times, feeling a little aggrieved.

Ah Cen didn't care about him at all.

He looked down at the mud-stained clothes again, rubbed his nose with a little guilt, put down the shadow demon, and quietly climbed up the fence again.

Great, no one in the yard.

Huan Le was a master of martial arts, jumped down from the wall without making a sound, and ran into the bathroom in a few steps. Before Cen Shen noticed, he changed his dirty clothes and took a shower.

The hot water rushed down, through the sound of the water, Huan Le vaguely heard footsteps outside, but they disappeared quickly.

Is it Ah Cen?

With such doubts in mind, Huan Le quickly took a shower, opened the curtain of the bathroom and was about to get the clothes, when he saw a set of clothes on the stool - this neat folding method must have been arranged by Cen Shen.

But he took a change of clothes by himself, why did Ah Cen send them here?Huan Le became more and more suspicious. He shook off the clothes and looked at them for a long time, but he didn't see anything special about the clothes.

This is obviously an old dress, the style is ordinary, the price is affordable, and it has been repaired.

Wait, made it up?

Huan Le carefully stared at the patched hole, this clumsy stitch, could it be... A Cen patched it up for him?He remembered that he asked him to mend his clothes before, but Cen Shen probably saw the little Jiujiu in his heart, so he directly refused.

After so long, Huan Le thought that this dress had been thrown away.

So Cen Shen kept it all the time, repaired it secretly, took it out today, to make him happy?

Huan Le was very happy, but he was so happy, as if he had secretly drank a whole bottle of 82 Coke, and his heart was bubbling.He couldn't hide his joy, so he took his clothes and ran to the next studio.

"A Cen!"

"A-Cen, A-Cen, A-Cen!"

The shout of surprise, like the sound of fireworks full of summer atmosphere, attracted Cen Shen's eyes.He turned his head and saw Huan Le who was rushing towards him, caught off guard, and was hugged by him.

"Ah Cen, you mended my clothes, I'm so happy." Huan Le rubbed his cheek, hugging his sweetheart tightly with both hands, full of joy and eager to tell.

Cen Shen slapped him on the face and pushed him away.

Huan Le blinked her eyes, like an innocent girl abandoned by a scumbag, extremely wronged.

Cen took a deep breath, glanced down, and said, "Can you get dressed first?"

Huan Le also followed his gaze, and his cheeks flushed instantly.But at this time, he couldn't let go anymore, and blocked his key parts with a hugging posture, and whispered: "You saw it, you have to be responsible to me."

I owe you a big head ghost.