Half Demon and Half Mountain

It was difficult for Huan Le to answer Cen Shen's question, because a master is a master.

But he wasn't stupid, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood the strangeness, and felt more and more that the master might have played some role in it.Although he didn't want to doubt the other party at all.

So he fell into a new round of distress.

In the sunny afternoon, Huan Le once again sat alone on the veranda, cross-legged and propped his chin, staring at the toon tree in a daze.He was thinking—what kind of person is the Master?

He is a man of integrity, widowed for many years, even wearing the cheapest coarse clothes can hardly hide his elegance, but he bends his waist for five buckets of rice, and debates with the village uncle for a ladle of water.

He looks like an ordinary master, but Huan Le thinks he is the most unique master.Ping'er also said that Master is a good wife, and Mother wants to secure a matchmaker for him this year.

The more Huan Le thought about it, the more frustrated he became, so he simply fell back and lay on the veranda like a dead body.When Cen Shen went to the kitchen to make coffee, he didn't pay attention and almost stepped on him.

He paused, trying to bypass Huan Le and ignore him.

Huan Le quickly grabbed his ankle, raised his head and looked at him: "Do you think that Liu Qi has any siblings?"

What a simple thing, how could it become what it is now?

Cen Shen said: "Even if there are, they are all monsters."

Huan Le didn't give up, and continued to ask: "Then is it possible that the core was in the hands of my master by chance, maybe it was really given to him by the monk in the temple?"

"I don't know." Cen Shen's attitude was still calm and a bit ruthless, but he still gave the suggestion in his heart, "If you want to know, just ask him directly."

"That's right!" Huan Le sat up, looking up at him in a strange posture as if he was holding Cen Shen's thigh, with bright eyes: "When the little hydrangea is repaired, I can go back and ask him face to face. !"

"So?" Cen Shen glanced at him holding his hand, and a storm was brewing in his eyes.

Huan Le let go with a smile, but when Cen Shen breathed a sigh of relief, Huan Le suddenly opened his arms to hug him, and then quickly ran away: "Thank you!"

Cen Shen stood stiffly on the veranda for a moment, and after a long time, he turned his head to meet Agui who sneaked out of the studio and cast him, his eyes were like knives and filled with blackness: "Forget what you saw just now."

Agui was agitated, what does this have to do with him, it's inexplicable.

If you have the ability, don't let me see it.

Huan Le has a more urgent desire to go home, and he looks forward to repairing the little hydrangea as soon as possible, so he clings to Cen Shen even more.As long as Cen Shen is there, there is Huan Le, and the yard is so small, there is no way for Cen Shen to hide.

It's not that Huan Le is so noisy, but that this kind of energetic young man who seems to have a flash of light is something Cen Shen is the worst at dealing with.

"Do you need this?"

"drink water?"

"It's time to eat."

"Do you need a break?"

"I need you to shut up." When Cen Shen said this to him, he didn't get angry, he just blinked and looked at you innocently, and there was a thousand grievances hidden in the "oh".

Cen Shen, his head hurts.

Based on the principle of sending him away as soon as possible, Cen Shen finally put a visit on the agenda.Although he is so withdrawn, it seems that he has no friends, but there are still a few colleagues he knows.

Well, these are actually grandpa's friends, and Cen Shen's only means of contacting them is the mobile phone.But this time he was holding Liu Qi's blueprint, just in case, he decided to visit in person.

Huan Le insisted on going with him, and Cen Shen was also afraid that he would tear down the house if he stayed at home, so he asked Agui to look after the house, and he took Huan Le out.

The first person Cen Shen wanted to visit was an old man, Sun Yong, who also lived in Xicheng District.This senior's skill may not be very powerful, but he has enough experience, and he may know something that young people don't know.

The two got up early and arrived at the agreed park after seven o'clock. They met Sun Yongzheng riding a bicycle for a bird walk, and there were four birdcages hanging on a [-]-bar.

"Senior." Cen Shen hurried over to greet him while he was parking the car.

"Ah, it's Xiao Cen." Sun Yong squinted his eyes to recognize him, and beckoned him to come to him with a busy smile.At this moment, Huan Le poked his head out from behind Cen Shen, and Sun Yong took a closer look: "Which family is this young man? He looks really handsome."

Cen Shen: "This is my friend."

Huan Le: "Hello senior."

"Okay, okay, young people should hang out with young people more." Sun Yong looked a little relieved, patted Cen Shen on the shoulder, pulled him to sit down by the flower bed, and chatted about the past Son.

The old man talked endlessly about the past, from when he was young to the past with Cen Yushan, how many years did he span?Maybe one or two hundred years.

Cen Shen didn't interrupt, just listened quietly.Huan Le also listened carefully with his chin propped up. For him, every story he heard in this world was very novel and worth listening to carefully.

"Hey... I don't know how many years have passed in this flash. I have forgotten the time when I am alive." At the end, Sun Yong sighed, his peaceful eyes stayed on Cen Shen's face, as if he was looking through him at Gone friend.

How many years has it been?He can't remember clearly, for an old monster like him who has lived for an unknown amount of time, it doesn't make any difference whether it is a few years or a dozen years.

It was just because of this child. After Lao Cen passed away, he never saw him again.

How many years has it been?

"Good boy." Sun Yong patted the back of his hand, and asked gently: "You said on the phone that you want to ask a question about the formation, what is it?"

Only then did Cen Shen hand over the blueprint he copied: "That's it. I've looked through all the books I can find, but there is no relevant record. Does senior recognize it?"

"This..." Sun Yong took out the reading glasses from his pocket and put them on, looked at them carefully for a long time, then shook his head: "I have no impression, it doesn't look like a known formation. I am old, and I also know many things. I can't remember exactly."

This answer disappointed Cen Shen, but it was also expected.He nodded and took back the drawing, still earnestly said: "If senior remembers anything, please call me and tell me, this drawing is very important to me."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll look it up for you when I get back." Then, Sun Yong took out another piece of paper from his pocket and stuffed it into Cen Shen's hand: "Old man, I'm moving, next time you're free, Come and sit at my house."

Cen Shen looked at the note in his hand and was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Farewell to Sun Yong, Cen Shen led Huan Le to the next place non-stop.The second person is a middle-aged male monster. Back then, his son inherited his father's career and embarked on the road of a craftsman. His qualifications and skills were mediocre, but his popularity was surprisingly good.

Cen Shen didn't have his phone number, so he looked for the address he found, and found that it was a breakfast shop selling steamed buns and fried dough sticks.After 09:30, the business in the store is still booming.

"What did you say? Formation diagram? I haven't studied that thing for a long time. You asked the wrong person." The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his face with a wet towel, and his thinning hair and rough fingers all told the toil of life.

"Boss, I want two meat buns!" The customer shouted again behind him, he turned around and said to Cen Shen, "Where did you find me? Oh no, who are you? Go back, Ah, I'm not that kind of material, you can't find anything famous if you ask me, I still have business."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Cen Shen and Huan Le and went back to greet the guests.

"Here, two fresh meat buns!" He bagged them deftly, and when he met those young people, he pointed his thick fingers to the side: "If you have WeChat or Alipay, please scan the QR code. Hey, I don't have any change today." gone."

The steaming heat in the cage burned his face red, surrounded by the noise of crowds and traffic, wrapping him layer by layer, gradually moving away from Cen Shen's world.

Don't remember, give up, okay.

Cen Shen put the hand holding the drawing back into his pocket, walked out of the breakfast shop silently, and walked out along the noisy path.

Huan Le followed behind him, looking back at their so-called "scanning code" from time to time, and then thought of the science that Cen Shen said.Is it science that created the magic weapon called "mobile phone", so the artisan line has declined?

Looking at the silent Cen Shen, he didn't ask any questions, but the next half-day journey seemed to test his conjecture again and again.

"Huh? Formation map? I sold that thing as waste paper. But I seem to have a book left here, do you want it? I'll give it to you if you want it, anyway, it's useless for me to keep it." .”

"It's not that I don't help you. After so many years, it's not that I haven't thought about making something famous. But there is only one ghost craftsman Liu Qi, and there is only one Mr. Fu on North Street. I have worked hard for most of my life, and I have What's the use? The trade of a craftsman, if you're not a genius, you don't have a foothold at all. I advise you to give up as soon as possible. You are still young, so why not learn something?"

"Oh, this, I'm not good at learning, but I can't understand this, so it's just a hobby now. Why don't you go to Panjiayuan and ask, there are a lot of weird things there, maybe it will be useful?"

"..."

Cen Shen asked many people, asked calmly, and left peacefully. Other people's emotions didn't seem to have any effect on him, but when the two walked out of the subway station and looked at the dark night that was coming as expected, Huan Le still felt He looked a little lonely.

"The last one." Cen Shen turned on his phone to check the location sent by the other party. The location was nearby, but he looked around, but he didn't find the target.

At this time, a young man who was sitting at the entrance of the subway with a film booth called out to him: "Hey, are you looking for me?"

Cen Shen turned his head and saw the other party's unusually eye-catching short pink hair and metal earrings at the first glance, and asked a little hesitantly: "Jalin Dele fighter?"

"Hey, that's me." Pink hair should be refreshing.

"you are here……"

"Film, haven't you seen it? Ancestral film, fifteen pieces, do you want to stick it?"

"Wow..." Huan Le stood in front of the film booth, put his hands on his thighs, looked at his pink hair curiously, and asked, "What is the film?"

"Put a protective cover on the phone, do you have a phone? Put one on it?"

"I don't have a cell phone."

"Wow..." This time it was the pink hair's turn to express amazement: "Which valley do you come from, and you don't even have a mobile phone?"

Huan Le smiled slightly, but would not tell him the secret.

The pink-haired man didn't ask any further questions, his eyes swept over his long hair, and he raised his eyebrows without saying a word.

Cut, weird people.

"It's you looking for me? What's the matter?" The pink hair turned to look at Cen Shen, squinting at him under the light of the subway entrance.Cen Shen's too cold aura made him feel that this person was not simple, but after thinking about it, he never thought that there was such a person in the world of craftsmen.

"Are you a craftsman?" Cen Shen frowned.

"If it's a fake replacement."

"it is good."

Cen Shen didn't talk nonsense, and he didn't judge a person's ability by age or appearance, so he simply showed him the formation diagram.The pink hair stared at the blueprint for a long time, checked the phone and put it under the light for a closer look, and repeatedly outlined the lines of the formation with his fingers. After a long time, he said——

"I don't understand this stuff at all."

Huan Le, who was leaning on the lamppost, almost slipped and fell to the ground, and asked with wide-eyed eyes, "Then you have been watching for so long?"

Pink hair: "I don't have to study it!"

"Forget it." Cen Shen took back the drawing, nodded slightly to the pink hair: "Excuse me."

After that, he turned around to leave, but the pink hair stopped him again, and said: "Hey, if you really want to ask a master, go to the monster forum and find that C, that's a master level. If you agree He has eyes, maybe he will return to you."

Cen Shen suddenly stopped, he looked back at the pink hair, but didn't say anything.

C is the initial letter of Cen Shen.

It turns out that he can be regarded as a master like this.

"What's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?" Huan Le saw that his complexion was not good, and he seemed to be sicker than usual.Thinking about it carefully, they had been walking for a whole day, and Cen Shen only ate a sandwich in that day.

"No." Cen Shen was just a little tired.

Huan Le didn't believe it, and relying on his youth and strength, he forced Cen Shen to sit down on a bench by the side of the road, and said, "Then I'm tired, let's rest for a while and leave later."

Cen Shen really didn't have the strength to resist Huan Le right now, and he didn't want to talk, so he just sat quietly.

In the evening breeze of spring, Huan Le looked at his slowly closing eyes, and the curiosity in his heart climbed to the peak - what is he thinking in his heart now?

Will he be disappointed?

Do you feel lonely because you find yourself walking the road of the craftsman alone?

The Master said that loneliness is also a kind of practice.

Huan Le asked him, can he become an immortal after cultivating it?If he couldn't, he would not practice. He even invited his friends to go hunting in Xishan.

Then he was beaten by the master with a water ladle.

The past is vivid, and the pain is still there.He looked at Cen Shen, and couldn't help but show some pity, and then he suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "I thought of what I can call you, I can call you A Cen!"

Cen Shen turned his head to look at him speechlessly, when suddenly a gust of wind came, and the young man's long fluttering hair covered his face.