Half Demon and Half Mountain

The fierce confrontation in the tower of death shook the clouds and mist above the sky, and the moonlight was like blood.Demonic energy seeps out from every dark corner, like dark minions, aiming at the weakest places in people's hearts, waiting for an opportunity to move, but is firmly suppressed by the big formation deep under the city.

The energy of heaven and earth is restless, shuttling through the cracks in the steel forest, wandering under the light of the blood moon, like a cold wind, tinged with a sense of chill.

In the depths of Xizi Hutong, a barrier has been quietly built, and all restlessness is isolated, turning into a sigh, following the leaves.

Dawn was long overdue.

The blood moon was covered by the light of the red sun. Under the sunlight, the devilish energy gradually withdrew its minions, like a rain at night, dissipating without leaving any traces.

However, the formation is still in operation, and every shadow monster hiding in the shadows can tell you that there is still a terrifying aura in the wind.

The shadow demons next door are a group of clever ghosts, and they hid in the small courtyard to avoid the limelight before the sudden change came.But the atmosphere in the courtyard was a bit too depressing, everything was quiet, so they had no choice but to hide under the veranda, not daring to make trouble.

In the room, voices could be heard faintly.

"His illness has been suppressed for the time being, but this is the second illness. These thorns will only grow slowly, and I'm afraid they won't be able to go back. You have to be mentally prepared." Nanying's voice was as gentle as ever.

But Huan Le's heart could not get any more comfort. He looked at Cen Shen, who was lying on his side on the bed, and seemed to have lost a lot of weight in just one night, and asked, "Next... what will happen to him?"

Nan Ying put away the medicine box and said, "Now there are two ways. One, let the disease happen naturally. Although his back will be covered with spikes, the spikes are part of his body. It’s inconvenient, but after the dull pain, it doesn’t actually cause too much damage to his body. Second, I give him needles and force him to restore his original body, which will make him feel better and make it easier to take care of him. But restoring the original body After that, he may never be human again."

Hearing this, Huan Le remained silent, unable to make a decision.After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "I want to wait for him to wake up and ask his opinion."

Nan Ying nodded, the disease has developed to this point, it is best for the patient to choose the way to live.But he looked at Huan Le worriedly, afraid that he was under too much pressure.If he also collapses, there is really no cure for this disease.

"Don't worry too much. As you said, his inner demons are hidden too deep, and he wants to live but can't live, which is the most painful. But looking at it from another perspective, yesterday's accident broke his inner demons. Once something like a demon is exposed to the sun, it becomes less scary. So, this is a danger, but also an opportunity."

"Opportunity..." Huan Le murmured and repeated, his eyes flickering on and off.

Nan Ying looked at him, smiled slightly, with encouragement in his eyes, but said nothing.Some things are just as good as they are, and individuals have their own creations.

Soon, Nan Ying was picked up by the family and agreed to come back for a follow-up visit tomorrow.

In the small courtyard covered with toon tree leaves, not even a whiff of wind could be heard soon.The shadow demons couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere, they came out from the corner and winked at Agui, but Agui didn't have the heart to talk to them.

He looked at Huan Le who was sitting in front of the bed watching over Cen Shen, Mung Dou's eyes were full of worry.The appearance of Lele Shaoxia is really not good. Bie Cen Shen's heart is broken, but he can't figure it out.

"Lele Shaoxia?" Agui tentatively spoke up.

Huan Le didn't answer, and didn't even move his hair.

Agui's heart was broken, so he quickly crawled over, even if he kicked him to wake him up, it would be better than letting him just sit there stupidly.But as soon as he got to Huan Le's feet, he heard Huan Le's voice above his head.

"I kept clamoring to save him and made many promises to him, but in fact I couldn't do anything."

"Young Xia Lele, you..." Agui wanted to say, you have done better than many people.Being able to actively think of a way, and never giving up no matter how illusory the hope is, this is already very powerful.

But looking up and seeing Huan Le's face, Agui paused again.

The boy's eyes were red and he was crying.

Cen Shen always cries with restraint, but Huan Le is different, he also cries openly.Sad, yet stubborn, it can be seen from the way he wiped his tears, with the unique ruthlessness of a young man.

He had a lot of tears, and he was still crying for a while.

"I'm very tired, old man, after you all cry and cry that one." Agui couldn't help complaining.

Huan Le managed to stop her tears, but still twitched a little.Taking a deep breath, Agui's trash talk was automatically filtered, and he continued, "My master always said that I don't understand the depth of the human heart and the size of the world. In fact, I was not convinced before."

But now Huan Le can finally understand a little bit. Ever since he came to modern times, one thing after another, the truth was revealed layer by layer, until he saw Cen Shen's despairing eyes.

In the past, he always felt that he was omnipotent. He was a proud young man from the Tang Dynasty. No matter what happened, he could just go forward and never give up. He was unrestrained and fearless.

He should have looked back more often, to see if his companions had faltered.

"Ah Cen, you will hold my hand in the future, and you will take me away, okay?" Huan Le tried hard to open his red and swollen eyes, held Cen Shen's hand, and looked at him eagerly, "Whether you become No matter what you look like, no matter where you go, I will rely on you..."

good or not?

Huan Le called Cen Shen over and over again, bowed her head and kissed the back of his hand, relying on him affectionately.At this moment, Cen Shen is trapped in the memory of 300 years ago, witnessing a farewell.

The famous Tang Dynasty detective team, one ghost and one demon, finally ushered in the final moment of the end. Under the smoldering sky, Chang'an City is like a poem endowed with brilliant colors by a poet. Every bluestone slab is a magnificent line of poetry.

"I'm going to reincarnate." The master smiled, walking briskly among the flying catkins.

"You have been away from the Tower of Rebirth for so long, and you will be punished if you go back. It is impossible for you to be reincarnated easily." Liu Qi's tone was still so cold, but there was an inexplicable eagerness.

The master shrugged his shoulders, "what should come will come, what should be you can't escape. Reincarnation is like a long journey, you just think that I have gone to the place where the sun rises, maybe after hundreds of sunsets, I will return to the place where the sun rises. came back."

Liu Qi was silent for a long time, and said, "But I haven't found the answer yet."

The master sighed, and looked at Liu Qi with clear eyes, "Do you still remember your first wish?"

Liu Qi replied: "Of course."

After a pause, he said again: "I just want to create an artifact."

After the words fell, the evening wind blew, as if taking away a trace of the heaviness and helplessness in his words.Confusion is still confusion, but there may already be a hint of a smile on his face.

Although Cen Shen couldn't see Liu Qi's face, the master on the opposite side smiled. He raised his hand and patted Liu Qi's shoulder, saying: "Remember this sentence, take your time to find the answer, and there will always be. But I should Let’s go, brother Liu, we—we will meet again in the mountains and rivers.”

The last time before parting, the master bowed to Liu Qi.

The night gradually engulfed the sunset, and when the red light first came on, the master turned and walked up the Nanliu Bridge, and then disappeared into the long night, leaving only Liu Qi standing under the pomegranate tree, with only a few figures.

Liu Qi seemed to be sighing, but the wind was so loud that Cen Shen couldn't hear it clearly.When the screen changed, it was Liu Qi leaning over the desk, constantly modifying the design drawings and formation diagrams of the little hydrangea.

Cen Shen still couldn't see his face, but he could see everything on the picture clearly.Those exquisite designs, seemingly endless inspiration, constant negation, and constant reconstruction, in countless pictures, Liu Qi has been changing and changing like this, as if he has exhausted his whole life, just for this one purpose.

What is the answer he wants?

In fact, he made it very clear in his conversation with his master that he just wanted to create an artifact.He is a talented craftsman, but also a crazy craftsman, all he cares about is his works.

Little Hydrangea sent him to Datang, but he was not perfect yet.Liu Qi modified it repeatedly, and finally got the final product, but the finished product is still not satisfactory.

Because Liu Qi used tools to prove the Tao, and because he created the little hydrangea, he possessed the ability of a demigod, so he naturally had a deeper understanding of the definition of "god".

The little hydrangea can't be called a divine weapon, at most it's just a demigod like Liu Qi, a demigod.

In other words, he still has not escaped from the rules stipulated by the Dao of Heaven, he is still bound in this frame, so that he is blocked from the threshold of the master craftsman.

Liu Qi wanted to find an answer, an answer that would allow him to cross this threshold.

The screen turned, and it was back to before the farewell.

In the same small tavern, the master was drinking wine contentedly, facing the frowning Liu Qi, he suddenly asked this sentence: "How can you know that gods are also puppets of heaven? Even if you become a god , and will always be under the control of the Dao of Heaven, how can we talk about breaking the rules?"

Liu Qi was stunned.

Cen Shen was also stunned.In the final analysis, the master is just an inconspicuous master in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. There is an emperor above the emperor, and there are gods above the emperor. It is really surprising that he can say these few words.

No wonder Liu Qi became friends with him.

But how difficult it is to find such an answer that involves outside the rules.When the master was there, Liu Qi did not find the answer.The master left, but Liu Qi still didn't find the answer.

But he is still looking, never stops, never slackens.

Cen Shen watched him search and seek, and also watched him walk through the streets and alleys of Chang'an.The rain soaked his spring shirt, and one day, when he walked all over Chang'an and returned to Nanliu Bridge, he decided to turn back.

So he returned from Datang to 1910.

After a long absence, he still found his reincarnated friend, but it was a pity that he was just a kid who couldn't learn to walk.Of course the little boy couldn't help him find the answer, so Liu Qi returned to Nanjing.

He was so focused on the improvement of the little hydrangea that he almost forgot that there was a friend who was growing up in Shanghai. Until one day, when he passed the train station with a toolbox, he saw a seven or eight-year-old, A boy in a beret and overalls was walking towards him along the flow of people.

Almost instantly, he sensed that this was his friend.

The two passed by in the crowd, Liu Qi didn't call him, but pressed the brim of his hat, and stood there watching him being led by a gray-haired old man to a car across the road.

A beautiful lady in luxurious clothes got out of the car. The old man nodded and bowed to her, and sent Wu Chongan to the woman with a smile on his face.

"Madam, my young master will entrust you."

The beautiful woman responded lightly, neither too warm nor cold.And Wu Chongan tightly grasped the small suitcase in his hand, called "Hi Auntie", then looked down at the tip of his shoes, looking a little cautious and uneasy.

Liu Qi watched all this quietly without moving.And Cen Shen quickly remembered what Huan Le mentioned several times, the comment given to his master by the master in the temple - no relatives, lonely life.

It was an era of war, Wu Chongan's parents may have died for thousands of reasons, and his personal fate may also be insignificant.But at this moment, the two parallel lines, he and Liu Qi, miraculously meet at one point.

A few days later, Liu Qi saw Wu Chongan squatting in the courtyard wall and playing alone outside a small western-style building in a garden.And what he was holding in his hand was the symbol of the Craftsman Association - the six-pillar gossip lock.

Bagua lock, also known as Luban lock, is designed according to the structure of Liuyao Bagua and mortise and tenon. It seems simple, but it is actually infinitely mysterious.

A craftsman, a craftsman, is a craftsman after all.No matter how many legends they create and how superb their skills are, there is always an indelible craftsman spirit, so choosing such a thing as the symbol of the Craftsman Association is perfect.

And it is now being held in Wu Chongan's hands.

The way of heaven is always mysterious and unpredictable. Everyone wants to resist fate, but sometimes they have to believe in their own destiny.

For more than [-] years since then, the Datang Craftsmen Association has ushered in its last period of prosperity and its last president.