Half Demon and Half Mountain

After eating Cen Shen's grilled ribs, Huan Le finally settled down a lot.Even though Cen Shen ordered him to eat the unpalatable asparagus, he did not resist, and reluctantly did so.

It was dawn at this time, Cen Shen didn't go back to his room to sleep, and greeted the morning sun with a pot of coffee.Huan Le couldn't fall asleep either, hugging the quilt and looking at Cen Shen who was working with his head down, the two of them were at one end of the room and the other at the other end, separated by the first ray of sunlight that fell in the morning.

When Cen Shen was working, he could barely speak. He was immersed in the world of magical artifacts alone, and could not see anything else.

Huan Le was still a little sluggish, the melancholy of a young man was like the spring rain that came as soon as it was said, and there was nothing wrong with it.For a while he was lying on the back of the sofa staring at the toon trees in the yard in a daze, for a while he harassed Agui, and for a while he ran to the veranda again, squatting there looking at the sky, not knowing what to do.

Cen Shen looked up at him occasionally, and every time he found something new.

This time, Huan Le took out his Tang knife again, flying over the eaves and walls in the narrow courtyard, sweating to his heart's content.

It was only March, and he was barefoot, wearing a loose white T, a pair of black three-bar school uniform pants, and his long black hair was casually tied behind his head with a rubber band. In Tang Dao, every move still has the meaning of being unrestrained and unrestrained.

The leaves of the leaves were rustled by the wind of his knife, and the broken sky light swayed and fell, and he shuttled like a dragon in the light and shadow.Youthful spirit, free and easy.

At this time, a drop of rain suddenly fell from the sky, splitting in two on the blade.

He stared at the corpse where the raindrops had slid down the blade, and suddenly there was a trace of chill in the air. He raised his hand again, and the slender blade cut through the morning wind and stirred into a sudden spring rain.

The rain wet his clothes and hair, and the slippery ground hindered his every move, but his moves were faster, sharper and decisive.

Cen Shen unknowingly stopped the research at hand, sat on the high stool and watched intently.It wasn't until Agui let out a faint sigh that he realized his distraction.

"Young hero, how many little girls can be deceived by this move, commit crimes, commit crimes..."

Cen Shen didn't comment, and didn't care how long the guy outside was going to go crazy. He only cared about his formation repair work, and it seemed that he had encountered a bottleneck.

Liu Qi's formation is a brand-new formation that has not been recorded in classics. Its exquisiteness and complexity are astonishing. What's more terrible is that such a high-end formation was actually engraved on a incense bowl that is only the size of a fingertip. superior.

Leaving aside the requirements for the skill of engraving the formation, Cen Shen has no way to complete it with the formation map alone.Unless he can find someone else to help, or find relevant information.

However, the current situation of craftsmen is very bad. In this technological society, more than 90.00% of human beings do not know the existence of craftsmen.Most of the monsters no longer need this skill.

Is there anyone whose magic weapon can surpass the functions of mobile phones and computers?No.

The old craftsmen died one by one, and the young inheritors could not see the hope of the future, and they changed careers one after another. Only a group of people gathered when building the Northland special train, but they soon went their separate ways.

Thinking of this, Cen Shen couldn't help frowning, at this moment Huan Le finally finished venting and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower.The sound of splashing water came quickly, causing his thoughts to drift away again.

It was Cen Shen's grandfather, Cen Yushan, who led Cen Shen into the family of craftsmen since he was a child. In his vague childhood memory, he had nothing but many weird toys.

Grandpa always said that the key to making magic utensils is to put your heart into it, but he put so much effort into it, and in the end he just worked as a repairman all his life.It is too difficult to be an excellent craftsman, even if you immerse yourself in it for hundreds of years, it may be nothing.

"There's nothing wrong with it." He always told Cen Shen like this, even when he was dying, he still smiled and said to Cen Shen: "There are high scenery on the high place, and there is dust on the low place, but the dust Someone needs to clean it too."

Yes, there is nothing wrong with being an ordinary repairman, but is he really willing?

After thinking about it, he was in a daze, and he didn't even notice that Huan Le came to him.

"Brother?" Huan Le's hair was wet, even though there was a clean towel hanging around his neck, it still couldn't stop the water from falling down.

"...Don't call me brother." Cen Shen glanced at him: "Go and blow dry your hair."

Huan Le felt that the hair dryer was not easy to use. In the past, he used to dry it naturally without any problems.But Cen Shen straightened his face again: "Go and blow."

"Oh." Huan Le ran back feeling aggrieved.

"I don't think he's recovered yet. Xiao Shenshen, can't you be more tolerant? Children need to be coaxed." Agui fanned the flames.

Cen Shen raised his eyebrows: "How many children are 1.8 meters tall?"

Agui: "I'm still a child. As long as I have a good attitude, I will be a child no matter how old I am. By the way, have you decided who to ask for help?"

Cen Shen didn't speak.

Agui said again: "It's not a bad thing to go out and make more friends, not to mention that you promised Huan Le to send him home, are you going to break your promise?"

Cen Shen still didn't speak, and it took a long time before he said, "I'm not a good person who keeps his word."

Agui shook his head and seemed to be sighing: "I believe his original intention of what your grandfather said to you was not to make you accept your fate, but to let you live a good life."

At this time, Agui seemed to have turned into a persuasive elder again, saying some serious words.

Cen Shen suddenly asked: "Then let me ask you, why didn't you tell me about Xiao Hydrangea's ability before I go to Xi'an?"

In this world, almost no one knows what Liu Qi's posthumous works look like and what their functions are. Even Cen Shen himself, who is holding a small hydrangea ball, all the information comes from Agui.

Small hydrangea can cause space-time turbulence, does Agui know?

Cen Shen never asks about his origin, and he can ignore life and death, but the premise is that Agui did not deliberately deceive him.

Sure enough, Ah Gui fell into a suspicious silence, but at this moment, Huan Le came out after blowing his hair, breaking the confrontation between the two.Cen Shen looked away and stopped asking, and Agui seemed to be in some kind of deep thought, but Huan Le didn't notice it, and continued to lean next to Cen Shen.

"What are you doing, do you need my help?" He pulled up a stool and sat down next to Cen Shen, leaning forward with his hands on the edge of the stool.

"No need." Cen Shen just felt that there was a super hot source around him, and he was not used to it.

Huan Le didn't force it, but he just didn't leave. He saw the opportunity to help pass things, and looked left and right curiously, as if he had developed a strong interest in the craftsman's work.

Seeing that he was quite peaceful, Cen Shen didn't want to be unable to sleep in the middle of the night to make ribs for others, so he didn't drive him away.

"By the way, speaking of craftsmen, I remember that there used to be a craftsman's association near Nanliu Bridge, and I bought their glazed pagoda. That pagoda is so beautiful, it shines brightly at night, like it is filled with stars." Huan Le said.

"En." Cen Shen responded casually. When he was a child, he heard his grandfather talk about the glorious past of the craftsman line, and naturally he had heard about the famous Great Tang Craftsman Association.

Huan Le continued: "But then I don't know what happened, all the people in the Craftsman Association suddenly disappeared. Overnight, people left the building empty."

"Disappeared?" Cen Shen was slightly taken aback.

"It is said that because the president of the association died suddenly, everyone dispersed."

"Wait, isn't the president of the Craftsman Association... a monster? Why did he die?"

"A monster?" This time it was Huan Le's turn to be confused: "He is a human being."

Cen Shen was completely stunned. Is there a mistake in his memory, or a fault in history?In the relevant classics of the Great Tang Craftsman Association, it is clearly recorded that its first president was a monster.

But Huan Le said it was a human?

He has no reason or necessity to lie.

"Are you sure you remember correctly?" Cen Shen couldn't help asking.

"No, Master and that Mr. Liu are friends." Huan Le also saw Cen Shen's seriousness, and after careful consideration, he gave this affirmative answer.

After that Mr. Liu passed away, the master's sadness was not fake, and he really didn't feel any evil spirit there.

However, Cen Shen extracted a more crucial piece of information from his words, and made an extremely unbelievable guess in his mind: "You said...his surname is Liu?"

Huan Le also suddenly understood, "Yes, yes!"

Liu Qi!

He has a little hydrangea in his hand, what if he went to Datang instead of dying?This can explain why the nucleus of the small hydrangea was lost in Datang.

But no, still no.

Cen Shen remembered very clearly that Liu Qi was a monster, and everyone who knew him knew that he was originally a willow by the lake, this is an undoubted fact.

The matter became more and more confusing, and Cen Shen thought of countless possibilities in his mind, but he denied them one by one.He glanced at the small hydrangea on the table from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt that all of this might not be accidental.

"Where did your nucleus come from?" He looked at Huan Le again, his eyes hidden behind his bangs fixed on him.

"This..." Huan Le suddenly paused for a few seconds, he seemed to have thought of something, and frowned deeply.His gaze also swept to the little hydrangea on the table, and his voice was a little tense: "This is the reward my master gave me three years ago. It is said to be an amulet from the temple."

Cen Shen took a deep breath silently, and asked the last question: "Who is your wife?"

The author has something to say:

Boy + dancing sword (knife) = perfect match