Half Demon and Half Mountain

The author has something to say: Today's bgm: half-life fate (we meet here)

There are two shadows under the moonlit night, one to the south and one to the north.

The hustle and bustle is halfway across Chang'an, like ethereal ballads, shaking the moon in the sky.Poets in the Tang Dynasty picked it and poured it into a jug, and the moonlight seemed to be poured down with thick ink, depicting the beautiful rivers and mountains.

The poet has a pair of passionate but cold eyes. It looks at the person heading south walking with ease, while the person heading north is holding his arms, casting distorted shadows on the ground.

He too is just a shadow.

The shadow began to tear at the soles of Liu Qi's feet, the pure soul had no substance, so under the moonlight like splashed ink, he became a part of the poet's painting.

Painting is silent.

On this empty long street, there was only Liu Qi, a lonely time traveler, but even he didn't notice the scenery under his feet.

No one knew what kind of struggle Cen Shen was doing.

That struggling, distorted shadow is the only "outsider" lost in this time and space.Liu Qi never looked down at him, and Mingyue never showed any pity for him, his heart-piercing cry was just a busy sound in this time and space.

If you make a call here from the future, it will be a busy tone, and no one will hear the sound covered by the busy tone.

Cen Shen trembled in pain.

The feeling of tearing extended from the Tianling Gai along the spine to the soles of the feet. Although there was no entity, he still felt the pain of the flesh being torn apart.

Countless thorns took the opportunity to grow out of joints, depicting his shadow as an ugly monster, which was out of tune with the moonlight of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Maybe it was a second, maybe a moment, when the pain reached its peak, he seemed to be finally separated from Liu Qi, but he seemed to have lost the ability to walk, and fell heavily on the ground.Following this fall, the shadow of the monster blurred, as if the calm water surface was broken by stones.

The black shadow, flowing like blood, penetrated into the ground along the cracks in the bluestone slabs.But he still kept his eyes open, looking ahead.

Ahead is the direction of Nanliu Bridge. At some point, another young man in red will pass by that bridge.

Will they ever see each other again?

Cen Shen didn't know.

If fate is just the mantra of the loser, then he has made the most important choice in his life.He was still weak, even if he tried his best, he could only end up with bruises all over his body, but he didn't want to die on this cold and empty long street.

Dawn is still far away, and the spring of Chang'an is still hidden under the night, so he should go back and have a look.

When he opened his eyes again and woke up from the soft blanket, he should be greeted by the warm sunlight pouring in from the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the quiet small courtyard, the wind of the reinforced city has been filtered several layers, gently caressing the tops of tall Chinese toon trees.The leaves are swaying gently, like the gentle hands of the mother in memory, weaving a mottled light and shadow.

Under the light and shadow, it was the young man dancing his sword with a heroic figure.

He turned his head to see you, ran towards you with a bright spring, and called your name briskly.

"A Cen!"

"A Cen!"

"A Cen!"

"..."

More than 300 years later, in the small courtyard, one call after another, like a distant love song, suddenly sounded in the dead of night.

However, the listeners have not woken up yet.

His eyes were still closed, his brows were deeply frowned, but his pale face quickly turned gray, as if he had lost all vitality in an instant.

Huan Le stared at this scene with wide eyes in disbelief, and stretched out his hand to Cen Shen, but his hand was covered with blood.He was stunned suddenly, thinking of what Nanying said about the last stage of the half-demon disease - blood collapse.

When the blood of humans and monsters can no longer be compatible, when the body in front of them is destroyed to a certain limit, the end is approaching.

"Don't... Ah Cen, don't, wake up!"

"Open your eyes and look at me again!"

"A Cen!"

The boy knelt beside the bed, almost about to collapse.It is obvious that it is still a long time before Nan Ying said a year, and he has been talking with him all the time, why did it suddenly become like this again?

He recalled the moment when his wife fell into the well.

Life and death seem to be at that moment, and any extension is a dull pain.

"No, Cen...you won't die..." Huan Le collapsed, but stubbornly refused to accept this reality. He got up from the ground and leaned against Cen Shen.The blood-stained hands trembled slightly and held his face, and slowly lowered their heads, touching his forehead.

A faint light began to light up where their skin touched.

Looking at this heart-pounding scene, Agui's voice became tense: "What are you going to do? Huan Le, don't be impulsive!"

Huan Le turned a deaf ear to it, he opened his eyes and looked at Cen Shen's face who was close at hand, tears slipped from his bloodshot eye sockets, and fell drop by drop on Cen Shen's face.

"Don't be afraid, Cen, I'm here to find you..."

"I'll come to you right away."

"wait for me."

The murmur was full of infinite warmth, Huan Le slowly closed his eyes, but Agui was so anxious that his heart was about to explode.It can't be like this, it can't be like this, forcibly stripping one's own consciousness and breaking into the sea of ​​consciousness of others is an adventure of a narrow escape.

And Cen Shen's mind was already in a mess, and Liu Qi's memories were flooded, that place was like a sea of ​​storms.Not only is it dangerous, Cen Shen may die at any time, once he dies, Huan Le may not be able to come back.

It's useless, if this method worked, Agui would have let him use it long ago!

But Agui can't stop anything, can't do anything.

He could only watch helplessly as Huan Le's hand fell limply, and he fell beside Cen Shen unconsciously.What can Agui do?He looked up at the bed, if he didn't pay attention to the increasingly strong smell of blood in the room, the sleeping posture of the two hugging each other seemed so intimate.

How could he separate the two?

"Patta." Long-lost tears flowed from the eyes of the little mung bean.Agui stared at the water stains on the ground in a daze, and couldn't remember how many years he hadn't cried.

1000 years, 2000 years, or longer.

why?Cowards like him live, and young lives die.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

In the night of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, it also suddenly rained.

The cold rain penetrated Cen Shen's shadow, as if hitting his soul directly, making him shiver and tremble involuntarily.But at least he regained some sobriety and struggled to get up.

He seemed to hear someone calling him just now, and the voice was extremely familiar.

He thought he should go back.

Climbing should also climb back.

At this moment, a deep male voice suddenly came from behind, "Are you leaving too?"

Cen Shen was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly turned his head and saw the owner of the voice.Astonishment gradually spread across his pupils, he stared at Liu Qi fixedly, not sure if he was talking to himself.

But here are only the two of them.

"Are you leaving?" he asked again.

"You...can you see me?" Cen Shen's voice was hoarse.

Liu Qi didn't answer, he took a step forward, and his whole body was stripped from his original body.And the original him was still walking forward, gradually walking towards the end of the long street in the direction he had originally planned.

"It was you who woke me up." Liu Qi said, looking up at the dark night sky, "It can also be said that you found the last bit of will I left in the little hydrangea."

Cen Shen listened, but didn't speak again.His brain can no longer withstand any damage, and he has no way to continue thinking. There is only one thought in his mind - "I want to go back."

Hearing this, Liu Qi knelt down, looked at the dying young man on the ground, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, and said, "You are too weak."

Cen Shen chuckled, with a pair of beautiful eyes as black as ink on his pale face.He looked at Liu Qi with those eyes, but he still said the same words: "I want to go back."

Liu Qidao: "You are like this now, there is nothing you can do when you go back."

"Then why are you... here?"

"I once promised him a wish to leave a kindling for the craftsman world. You repaired the little hydrangea and found me, so you can naturally get my inheritance, but you seem to be dying."

yes.

Cen Shen never thought that he would have such an opportunity.At the beginning, he picked up Agui in the deep mountains in the northwest, and Agui gave him a small hydrangea ball, saying that he was a destined person, but he didn't expect it to be true.

That he...is Mr. Wu Chongan Wu?

It's a pity that he is about to die, and I'm afraid he will fail his painstaking efforts.

His head became more and more dizzy, Cen Shen put his hands on the ground, managed to get up a little bit, but staggered and fell into the pool of water again.The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and his bones were getting colder and colder. In a daze, he looked at Liu Qi, and couldn't help but reached out and grabbed his trousers.

"Can you... save me?"

"I just want to go back and see... take a look..."

Liu Qi looked down at his fingers with white knuckles and worn out by the rough ground, they really shouldn't be the precious hands of a craftsman.

But those eyes are a bit like Wu Chongan. When he left Nanjing in 1937, Wu Chongan's health was already in trouble.He bought that ticket just to see him.

Knowing that death is near, but still stubbornly going forward, he has seen it in Wu Chong'an, and he has also seen it in Master.

Now, he saw this young man again.

"Someone is looking for you." Suddenly, Liu Qi looked into the depths of Ye Yu.Someone was running from a distance, shouting a certain name, which contained strong emotions that Liu Qi might not be able to understand in his whole life.

The people on the ground heard the call, and the life that had been dead showed signs of rejuvenation.

He began to struggle to get up again, using both hands and feet, staggering forward awkwardly and stubbornly.But his expression was like that of an aggrieved child, he pursed his lips tightly, as if he was blaming the other party - why did you come now?

At the moment when he fell down again, the flying figure finally caught him.A night of rain, two souls, in this chaotic time and space, ushered in a long-lost reunion.