After Jiubai put the dishes and dishes, Cen Qianshan waved to him.
Jiu Bai respected this Mu family's only direct disciple very much and ran over quickly.
"Have you saved the image of your little master?" The man who was said to have a bad temper and looked very cold spoke up.
Jiu Bai felt that if he were a human being, he would definitely be frightened and trembling when faced with this man in black, who had a notorious reputation and was as powerful as Lin Yuan Zhiyue. Fortunately, it is just a puppet, with only established programs in its body and no fear.
"Yes, yes." It opened its somewhat rusty chest and stretched out the small mirage installed in its body, and the mirage's unstable light lit up. A little boy's figure appeared in the yard.
"Mom can just ask me to go in and carry it, why bother to come out by yourself." The little boy said this.
Obviously, Jiubai's voice and intonation when speaking in front of its owner were all imitated by this child.
Cen Qianshan asked him, "Are you really willing to live with this boy's appearance in the future?"
"Ah, what do you mean?" Jiubai held his eyeballs that were about to fall out, and rubbed the patched skin on his arms, feeling that he was about to be knocked unconscious by the sudden happiness.
It hurriedly replied: "Of course, even if my head is just a little bit like that, I won't have to hide away every time the owner wants to touch me and make her sad."
Then it lowered its head seemingly in frustration, "But we can't afford the repair costs, and we can't even buy a complete piece of skin material."
When Jiubai spoke to everyone, he used a puppet's unique mechanical voice. Even when he narrated the saddest story, it seemed bland and emotionless.
The tone is emotionless, but every heart beneath the words is filled with warmth.
Cen Qianshan didn't speak anymore. He moved the bowls and chopsticks in front of him and wiped his palms on the table. Rows of maintenance equipment appeared neatly on the table.
Various types of screwdrivers, tweezers, pliers... and all kinds of spare parts. Divide them into categories and arrange them neatly according to size. At the end is a stack of soft, delicate, fine-textured artificial skin.
Cen Qianshan began to repair Jiubai.
He was very focused when he was working, with his long eyelashes lowered and his eyes clear. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing the smooth lines and tight muscles of the forearms. The fingers were long and nimble, with a kind of unwavering stability.
The patchwork skin on Jiubai's body was peeled off, and the rusty parts were disassembled one by one, refurbished, coated with engine oil, and reassembled.
Men who work hard are often pleasing to the eye. Everyone at the table watched him transform the puppet with great interest while eating.
"Master Cen doesn't seem to like to talk much, but he is actually a very gentle person." Ding Lanlan approached Lin Yin and whispered.
"Whether a person has a gentle personality or not has nothing to do with whether he likes to talk or not." Lin Yin broke off the hot scones and stretched her neck to look around, "And I think he can still talk in front of Zhang Xiaoxue, but Because he’s not familiar with us yet.”
Speaking of Zhang Xiaoxue, the two of them couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in their hearts, and they both turned their heads to look.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoxue was sitting next to Cen Qianshan, giving him a hand. She didn't do anything special, but the unconcealable sense of fit flowed out from all kinds of details inadvertently.
As long as Cen Qianshan stretched out his hand, Zhang Xiaoxue could accurately place the tools he needed in his hand without even speaking.
"Here," Cen Qianshan pointed to the inside of the disassembled puppet's chest and asked, "Should it be strengthened to be better for sensing?"
Mu Xue hummed, and a portion of the pre-processed lapis lazuli liquid penetrated into the puppet's chest in the direction of Cen Qianshan's fingers under the control of spiritual power.
The skylight shines down through the arc-shaped dome, casting a faint glow on the two figures working next to each other.
When dealing with the shabby little puppet who met by chance, neither of them had a careless attitude. Instead, they seemed rigorous and serious, without a trace of carelessness.
Sometimes when Mu Xue said something, Cen Qianshan snorted lightly.
Sometimes Cen Qianshan stopped what he was doing and raised his head with a questioning look. Mu Xue thought for a moment and nodded to him.
Time seems to have become a stagnant picture at this moment. The two people in the picture have been bound to each other for countless long years before they can so naturally reveal such a comfortable fit.
In such an atmosphere, the companions at the table subconsciously became quiet, and could not bear to let excessive noise disturb such a delicate, focused and serious work. Even Uncle Nian stopped his glass and narrowed his eyes in silence.
After being restored by Cen Qianshan's hands, Jiubai looks brand new.
In appearance, he almost looks like a real human boy. Soft and fine long hair, dark skin full of healthy luster, and smart and beautiful eyes.
Only the somewhat stiff expression and the mechanical tone of the pronunciation revealed that it was an artificial thing.
"Ah, great. It's exactly the same as the little master's stone."
Jiu Bai touched his face repeatedly and took Qian Ji's little hand to circle on the ground.
"Thank you so much. I really don't know how to thank you." It bowed deeply to Cen Qianshan and Mu Xue, "To have you, the only descendant of the Mu family, transform it for me, my puppet is perfect. ”
It suddenly remembered something, jumped up, and ran into the house. Not long after, he ran out, holding a tightly wrapped oil paper bag in his hand.
In front of Cen Qianshan, it carefully peeled off the layers of oiled paper, revealing a yellowed notebook inside.
The texture of the book is very ordinary, and the words written in it are also very random. It is obviously just a person's handwritten notes.
"This is a notebook of Master Mu. I accidentally found it among the belongings of a monk, but no one has claimed it. Because I admire Master Mu in my heart, I carefully kept it until today. It is my only treasure." He carefully handed the small book forward, "I want to give it to you. I don't know if you need it."
Mu Xue opened it and looked at it, and found that it was a diary of her work during a certain period of time. They are just random scribblings and random scribblings. Such an insignificant thing is a treasure carefully collected by other people's little puppets, so why should it be taken away from others.
So she couldn't help but said, "There's no need for this..."
Before he finished speaking, Cen Qianshan had already taken the notebook and put it in his arms, "Very good, I like it very much. Thank you."
Mu Xue: Ah, when did the hill become like this? Why do you always like to snatch toys from children
Take a short rest at the inner station and have lunch. The group of people continued to prepare to set off in the direction of Fufu City, which was not far away from Fufu City.
Jiu Bai and his blind host escorted the guests to the gate.
Qian Ji made a rare friend and even held Jiu Bai's hand, making an appointment with him to play together in the future.
The woman heard Qianji's unique puppet accent. She smiled and bent down, facing Qianji's direction, and asked, "Is this the little puppet? I really miss it. There was a little puppet in our family before." , called Nine Hundred."
Everyone heard this and fell into silence. They all looked at Jiu Bai who was beside her and supporting her.
The woman noticed nothing and was still stuck in her own memories, "Jiu Bai is a good boy. When he first came to the house, he was clumsy and often made jokes. Later, he gradually became smarter and smarter. He was in our We have been here for many, many years, just like my family, right?"
"Stone" hummed softly in a boy's voice.
The blind woman suddenly showed a confused look, "Strange, where is Nine Hundred? When did Nine Hundred disappear?"
"Mother, have you forgotten again? Didn't you tell me that Jiubai went outside and was accidentally destroyed by a monster?"
"Oh, um, that's it. Nine Hundred is no longer there." The woman felt that her consciousness was confused.
After sending away the guests, Jiubai carefully closed the door of the inner station. When I turned back to the yard, I saw the owner squatting in the corner of the yard, concentrating on placing a pile of small stones in a circle and forming a pointed tower shape - this is the traditional mode of making tombs in the demon world.
"Mother, what are you doing?" Jiubai asked in confusion.
"I want to make a tomb for that child. Inside are his favorite toys." The blind woman groped for stacking stones. "I always feel so reluctant to leave him. If I miss him in the future, I can come here to see him." look."
"Shitou, give me a kiss."
"Okay, mother, let me help you."
…
On the vast, desolate and flat wilderness, stood a huge monster that covered an extremely vast area with no visible edges.
When the majestic Futong City appeared in front of them, everyone was conquered by the majesty of this city.
Compared with the desolation of Huanxi City, the guests coming to the Fairy World from Fuyi City show the prosperity and excitement of the most important town in the Demon World.
On the towering city wall, a huge demon statue looked down.
The entrance to the city gate is divided into waterways and lanes, where pedestrians pass by and traffic is busy.
Most of the soldiers who returned from the wilderness were dusty and their shirts were stained with blood. Some have gained a lot, and their faces are exciting and full of expectations for the future. Some lost their companions on the battlefield, were seriously injured, and were filled with grief, anger, and depression.
There was a team of about ten people, shouting at each other, dragging a huge red ghost head into the city. Although the ghost head was dead, his eyes were still open with anger, his face was filled with evil energy, and there was a sharp long horn stained with blood on his head. Just one head almost blocked the entire doorway.
"What luck, it's the head of the Thunder Beast."
"Tsk, tsk, that horn can be exchanged for tens of thousands of spirit stones, right? And the hard skull is also a good material for refining weapons."
"Well, the price is not small. I think they lost a lot of people."
In the midst of such turbulent discussions,
Mu Xue and his party took the ferry along the waterway into the city.
The boat sailed leisurely, and passed through the door along the inland river under the gaze of the thick stone sculptures on both sides.
There are two worlds inside and outside the city.
Beyond the city wall is an endless, unobstructed wilderness. Within the city wall, solid buildings are lined up one after another, and they are so crowded that they want to use every inch of land to build houses.
The buildings on the street are all hung with colorful signs with flowing lights. There was even a large mirage on the top of a magnificent tower-shaped building, and the light from the mirage fanned across the roof of the building. The huge goddess in colorful clothes stands on the top of the tower with her bare feet, her figure is graceful, and she dances in the light.
In mid-air, various cool flying instruments were flying back and forth in the sky.
On the ground, there are various shops along the street, selling goods from the north and south, and performing arts, making it very lively.
At one moment, a group of children slipped by on a muddy road on a scooter, splashing muddy water and causing a lot of curses along the way.
Uncle Nian sat on the boat and introduced them to some of the rules here.
"When driving a magic weapon to fly, it has its own flying area and cannot fly randomly. Look at those light strips. The bottom layer is where the public flying magic weapon travels. In the middle is a multi-person magic weapon, and the top is where you can walk at will. It's a single-player magic weapon. You'll be fined if you fly it in the wrong place in the city."
"You can only use spirit stones to buy things here. All other currencies of your fairy world will not be recognized. The price of the goods is cheaper than that of the fairy world. Basically, you can bargain. How much you can bargain depends on your ability."
"When you get here, you can walk around the city peacefully and stay for a few days. When the seven days are up, I will open a one-way transmission circle and send you back to Huanxi City. This can also be considered as completing the Kongji mission. The bald monkey’s entrustment.”
"Don't let me run around. I don't want to do what your master did in the past, where a group of people came over, only two of them died, and they went back miserably."
Hearing Uncle Nian mention what happened back then, they only understood a few words, and several people who had been holding back couldn't help asking questions.
"Uncle Nian, what happened back then?"
"Why did even the Jindan-level seniors who led the team end up here?"
"I heard that the disciples selected back then were geniuses that could only be seen in a century. How come they all died in the end, and only the master and Uncle Kongji were left?"
Among the group of people, only Zhuo Yu knew something about the situation back then. He remembered the powerful demon inside the black gate of the Palace of Joy, who had left them defenseless with just a ray of divine consciousness.
"Is it Xu Kun? Is it all caused by him?" he asked.
"Huh, so you know Xu Kun?" The wrinkles on the corner of Uncle Nian's mouth pulled down deeply, "It's ironic to say that for hundreds of years, the only person in our world of demon spirits who has cultivated to become a demon turned out to be a man from A Taoist cultivator from the fairy world."
Three hundred years ago, the now-elderly Nian Zaitao was still a youthful young man living in the now-destroyed Dahuanxi City.
Having just graduated and become a formal medical practitioner, he is full of dedicated and fanatical passion for practicing medicine. It was at that time that he thought he had met Kong Ji, who had secretly come from the Heavenly Spirit Realm.
"Your master Kongji, although he has a bad temper and is a bit stupid, there is one thing that suits my appetite." Uncle Nian sat on the boat and looked at the people on the side of the road who had just returned from the city and were holding their harvests. The young man with an excited face said,
"He has the same fanatical interest in medicine, that is, the alchemy technique you have over there, that he can forget everything. He taught me the magic techniques that have been passed down for many years in the fairy world, and I passed on the alchemy techniques and alchemy techniques I developed myself. We discussed it together. At that time, although it was only a few days, we...we could be considered friends. "
"On the day they were about to leave, for some unknown reason, the Black Gate of Huanxi Hall, which had not been seen for hundreds of years, suddenly appeared. That senior brother of Kongji, phew, was the guy named Xu Kun, who abandoned Taoism and became a demon. In order to inherit the inheritance of the Black Gate, I personally put my fellow disciples on the altar and sacrificed them to the Demon King in order to become a demon."
Mu Xue groaned, remembering the pictures and notes she saw in the Hall of Joy, as well as the talisman named Xu Kun that she picked up. "Him? He put his senior brothers on the altar with his own hands?"
"I don't know exactly what happened that year. I only know that because Xu Kun became a demon, the demonic energy of heaven and earth stirred up, and a large number of demons gathered to attack Huanxi City. This important town for hundreds of years was destroyed. I don't know. How many people in the city died in that catastrophe, so the people who escaped from Huanxi City didn't like you Taoists very much."
Mu Xue and others thought about the city of Huanxi and couldn't help but sigh when they saw the thick city walls that had been washed away, the city walls filled with bones, the families who had fled in a hurry and the countless people and lives that had been left behind.
Uncle Nian thought of the city destruction and people's death he experienced when he was young, and he cursed bitterly, "I have seen that scum Xu Kun once. He is very powerful in his magic skills, and he is also very eloquent. Everyone in the team admires him. With his As a leader. Well, at first glance, he is a sanctimonious, extremely hypocritical, vicious and despicable person.”
The ferry quickly docked.
One side of the river bank is a bustling neighborhood, but the opposite bank is an open slope. On the snow-capped hillside, there are pointed stone towers piled with fine small stones. White flags are inserted on the sides of many stone towers, and there are countless drifting white flag ribbons. Flying in the wind and snow.
That is the cemetery where all the souls of the heroes who have passed away are buried. The desolate white flags flying in the sky are in sharp contrast to the lively life across the river.
Uncle Nian's hospital is nearby.
Ding Lanlan and others could not suppress their novelty and excitement, walking along the lively streets,
Soon Ding Lanlan got into a shop selling puppets and couldn't move.
Cheng Yan looked around in front of the stall selling all kinds of living monsters. He was very happy. He took out his notebook and copied it while asking questions.
Zhuo Yu, whose internal injuries had not healed, was sent to Uncle Nian's hospital, where countless little puppets carried him to the operating table. He was surprised to find that he was forced to the table, his limbs were spread wide, and his movements were restricted by belts.
Zhuo Yu was shocked and wanted to struggle, but Xiao Changge held him down and held him down.
"It's okay, it's okay. Uncle Nian is using the medical skills of the demon world to treat your internal injuries." Xiao Changge's eyes were bright, shining with strange excitement, and he comforted, "Senior brother, don't be afraid, I'm still here. , I’m looking at you. I’ve heard the master mention this technique a long time ago, and it’s a God-given opportunity to observe and learn it.”
Before Zhuo Yu could refuse, Uncle Nian had already impatiently sealed his mouth, took out the scalpel, and snorted,
"You're a very smart kid. You want to steal the medical knowledge of oral cavity treatment from me. Your master didn't even learn it back then."
Lin Yin, who was walking through the busy shops and buying large and small bags of things, asked Ding Lanlan beside her, "Where is Zhang Xiaoxue? Why did he disappear without a trace?"
Ding Lanlan touched the latest model of a small puppet she had just bought in her hand. She couldn't put it down and replied absently, "Well, she said she was going to the cemetery to pay homage to a senior."
"Is there any senior in the demon world that she wants to worship? What a weirdo." Lin Yin muttered and looked away.