Si Tian Guan

Although Dingling Hill is not well-known nowadays, it was once a king's capital hundreds of years ago when the Nine Kings separatized their regimes. Sections of the ancient city walls still retain the splendor of the past.

There was a constant flow of business travelers coming and going under the city gate, and there were occasional exotic costumes from different races. No one was very interested in a mere team of six people.

Qu Chenzhou leaned against the window, took off his bamboo hat, ate in silence, and looked at the pedestrians on the street below from time to time.

The remaining two people didn't want to bother him, they were really tired and hungry, and they were busy filling their stomachs first.

Qu Chenzhou's chopsticks suddenly hit the side of the plate, and he pointed out the window, causing the two of them to stand up and look outside at the same time.

"See that middle-aged man in the blue gown?"

Of course, both of them saw it. The man looked like a merchant, and he didn't seem to have much goods left. He was hurriedly walking against the crowd towards the city gate.

"What's wrong?" Ding Lekang asked.

"The catastrophe of the trapped tree, if the strange tree is not a rumor, I guess he will meet that tree soon," Qu Chenzhou ordered decisively: "Send someone to follow him, save him if he can, and if he can't, he will also be saved." To find out the reality of that monster, what exactly is it?"

Where there is business, there is naturally Liu Chongming's territory.

But when Ding Lekang saw Liu Chongming going out, he also nodded slightly to Qu Chenzhou, and quickly left the door.

Qu Chenzhou drank his tea calmly, probably guessing that the people that King Huai transferred to Ding Lekang had probably already been waiting in Dingling Hill, and Liu Chongming's every move was under their noses.

Now that he was afraid of the unexpected existence of this strange tree, Liu Chongming took the initiative, so he must send someone to follow the middle-aged merchant.

Not long after, Ding Lekang came back first, as if he had nothing to do, and asked Qu Chenzhou softly: "Qu Sitian, do you want to inform the local state capital? Let them bring some people over, it's cheap."

"No," Qu Chenzhou shook his head: "Seven or eight people were killed before, and the reason is still unknown. If it wasn't some ghosts, but something shady happened here, and the government secretly intervened..."

Ding Lekang agreed clearly: "Qu Sitian is right! The truth is still unclear. We don't have many people, so we easily revealed our identities. If there is really someone behind Wanm, I'm afraid we will suffer."

Qu Chenzhou rejoiced: "General Ding really knows everything. Borrowing troops from the state government is a good idea, but we need to first determine what the so-called 'eating strange tree' is."

"What Qu Sitian said was that this catastrophe of trapped wood... mentioned wood... Could it be true?"

Ding Lekang paused for a while, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Dare to ask Qu Sitian, the future is uncertain, can you tell the m hexagram for the last general?"

If it was in the capital, he would never dare to make this request, but after getting along for so long, he could see Qu Shenzhou's temper - as long as he was not with the prince, he was kind and commendable to everyone else.

Qu Chenzhou silently glanced at Ding Lekang, his heart skipped a beat.

He knew that after entering Dingling Hill, there would be some surprises, so he secretly calculated the time, and now that the basic situation was settled, even if Ding Lekang didn't ask, he naturally had his own plans.

Although this hexagram is different from that of the middle-aged businessman, it seems to prove to him that the "strange tree" is not nonsense.

Sleep in a tree.

Changeable hexagram of death.

"Qu Sitian?" Ding Lekang asked nervously, "How?"

"No worries," Qu Chenzhou smiled slightly: "Everything is safe, the general can rest assured."

Ding Lekang wiped the sweat from his palms, thanked him repeatedly, and realized after sitting down that although it was his mth divination, the invisible pressure from his eyes that seemed to penetrate people's hearts made him unbelieveable.

Thinking about it this way, being alone in room M also became uncomfortable, but he was looking forward to Liu Chongming's return soon.

The door of the wing room was pushed open, and Liu Chongming was followed by the waiter, who signaled to the two seriously: "There is something new in the real place."

The second boy was stunned for a moment when he looked at Qu Chenzhou: "This... this is a fan? Where did he come from? It's the mth time I've seen this little man, you are so kind..."

"How can there be so much nonsense! Look at M again, and I will pick out your eyeballs!"

After being patted by Liu Chongming on the shoulder, Xiao Er suddenly woke up, bowed and said, "Your... what do you want to know?"

"It's the one you just said." Liu Chongming ordered: "Let's talk about the details, what it looks like, where it appears, and where is the weirdness."

"Oh," Xiao Er hurriedly replied, "I also heard from the herb pickers and woodcutters that the place is in the mountains more than ten miles south from here."

"Strange tree?" Ding Lekang asked nervously.

Xiao Er shivered: "No, no, no. Listen to me."

"The mountain over there is called Chengsongling. There are not many people living in it, but there are many deserted graves. It has been a long time, and I don't know who they are buried in."

"Many tombs were washed away by the rain, damaged and damaged, and no one went to repair them."

"However, there are three strange tombs on the mountainside. They are refurbished and repaired every once in a while, and even the weeds around the tombs are cleared. I heard from the old people that when they were young, they heard that the m-generation old people said that the tombs had been destroyed. Here it is, very odd."

"It is said that the person who was buried was a hundred years ago. I don't know how pious the younger generation is. He can always remember it and won't be moved."

"Then a few days ago, the herb picker said that he saw a big bird, which seemed to be carrying people, and fell halfway up the mountain over there, followed by smoke from there, and it was the graves. The place."

"Someone dared to go over there to have a look, but in the end, m kept going around, like a ghost hitting a wall, and no one dared to enter the mountain these days."

Liu Chongming added: "I just heard him say that, and thought it was that strange tree that eats people, but Xiao Er said that, except that he couldn't find the way up the mountain, he hadn't heard of anyone having an accident. I think it should be two things... ..."

His eyes accidentally touched the pair of different pupils, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

It was the intuition of getting along with him for a long time, letting him know that he had found the right thing, and Qu Chenzhou must have discovered something.

"What is Shen Zhou planning?"

"Is it Chengsongling, which is more than ten miles to the south?" Qu Shenzhou decided decisively: "Let's go at noon tomorrow, and go to Chengsongling to have a look."

"Yes."

Ding Lekang replied, looking straight at Qu Shenzhou's hand as if he was facing an enemy, for fear that if he disagreed with his words, he would take out the evil money again.

Bi Qu Shen Zhou seemed not to want him to have a better life, his hand was tucked into his sleeve, as if he was holding the money bag, he was hesitant, making him take a sip of tea without remembering to swallow it for a long time.

"You need to save some money when you are in trouble." Liu Chongming opened his mouth to help him understandably.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Liu Chongming make a bold decision.

"The road m is full of sinking boats, and it's my turn to be the host today. Please don't shirk."

Ding Lekang swallowed the tea with difficulty, and reminded in a harsh voice, "Don't we have to leave tomorrow..."

"Have a good time tonight, and you will be more energetic tomorrow," Liu Chongming said politely to him as a matter of course: "Don't worry, Brother Ding, I have found all the people, and I guarantee that everyone will be good."

Ding Lekang wanted to say something else, but Qu Shenzhou put down his teacup and nodded calmly: "Okay, Lao Chongming don't worry."

There was a buzzing in his head, and before he woke up, his face was already swollen and fat.

"Okay...give it to me too..."

Liu Chongming was pushed outside, and the doors and windows were all locked. He could only whisper along the crack of the window: "Come on, okay? It's cold outside."

"Go back if you're afraid of the cold." Someone inside replied indifferently: "I have nothing to do tonight, so I won't bother you to serve me."

"I... have something to do," he rubbed his hands, and tried to push the window again, without moving at all, and lowered his voice even more: "Shen Zhou, please open the m, I'm always standing here, and it's not good for people to see... "

The voice inside was silent for a moment before speaking: "Let's go to Chengsongling tomorrow, don't get too close to Ding Lekang."

"Can you tell me why you decided to go to Chengsongling?"

Liu Chongming was sure that he was not mistaken, when he asked Xiao Er to tell the strange things on Chengsong Ridge, Qu Chenzhou's eyes fell on him.

Cheng Songling's trip must not be just a matter of luck.

"Transfer." The inside answered him: "The specifics, we have to go and see."

The footsteps left the window, it seemed that there was no chance to go in tonight, and Liu Chongming was not very disappointed.

In the past, he always hoped that Qu Chenzhou would take one more step towards him and give him the courage to approach him, but now, even if the little fox backs away, he still has to catch up and make up for the backsteps.

I have missed so many time and opportunities, and it is not enough to make up for it in a lifetime.

It's true that this situation doesn't last long, but he couldn't bear to leave immediately, so he leaned against the window and sat down on a tile.

There was darkness all around, and he had been looking at the void for a long time, and even he couldn't tell which world he was living in.

There are not only past and present lives, but also a long time ago, there was such a memory.

The candles in the room were extinguished, and the last light disappeared.

Red Candle has no good plan—he suddenly thought of that song—the leaning moon and half leaning against the window.

Standing by one person like this, as if there was a time before, at that time, the person standing here seemed to be humming the parting song.

And the people inside are wailing to stay - don't go, don't go, I will definitely listen to you in the future, and stop messing around.

Now, how could he be willing to leave?

Liu Chongming took a deep breath, the late summer night breeze filled his chest coolly, he hummed silently: "M is more..."

As soon as the m tone was raised, before he could make a sound, the window was suddenly pushed open, and although it was only a thin crack, it hit his shoulder.

The people inside didn't expect that he was still there, M stammered out "You..." in a daze, and was about to close it immediately, but he stretched his arm in quickly and stuck it.

"Shen Zhou, I'll just come in for a while, okay?"

Qu Chenzhou pinched him several times with the window frame, but failed to drive the person away, so he returned to sit at the table with his hands.

Liu Chongming breathed a sigh of relief, jumped in lightly, and said sincerely first: "Shen Zhou, I really have something to do, so I'll leave after I finish talking."

When he said that, Qu Shenzhou's vicious voice couldn't be expressed.

"what's up?"

"Is it good or bad to go to Chengsongling tomorrow? I have some people in Dingling Hill, leaving [-]% in the city to intercept the incoming people from Ding Lekang's side. The rest choose good skills and follow m far away to Chengsong How about Ling?"

Qu Chenzhou lowered his eyes for a moment, but couldn't come up with a better idea.

"It is necessary to keep people in the city. But what is the purpose of going to Chengsongling, I don't know. Ding Lekang's hexagram is not unchangeable. If something happens to him now, the people of King Huai will immediately target you. But I am afraid that he will be like an enemy Bad thing, didn't tell him."

"That's right," Liu Chongming agreed, "It's not a good idea to stay away from Ding Lekang. If Wanm encounters something, he should be rescued if he can."

Qu Chenzhou hummed lightly, loosened his hair, and looked at Liu Chongming.

This is what chasing guests means.

Liu Chongming scratched his face, looking for something to say: "Shen Zhou, where is my hexagram? Is it good or bad?"

"If your son really believes in me, you shouldn't ask this question." Qu Chenzhou let his hair loose, lay down, and looked at the wall in front of his nose in a haze: "It's late at night, my son, go to sleep."

The sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the ground left the table.

The sound of his heartbeat seemed to fit with that pace, his m was open and m relaxed, beating so hard that he couldn't close his eyes, he didn't realize until there was a soft m sound from the edge of the bed, someone had the cheek to climb up again.

"Liu Chongming!"

Someone gently pressed his shoulders, brushed back the black hair scattered on the pillow, and said softly: "I'll just stay for a while, and I'll leave after I put you to sleep."

Qu Chenzhou turned around halfway, looking at the blurred outline, real and illusory.

"Liu Chongming, you put your body down and put your hot face on your cold butt, because you remember the past, do you have pity on me? Do you sympathize with me?"

"Let me tell you, I don't need it. No matter before or now, we don't owe each other, and the son doesn't have to wrong himself."

"If you are really willing to listen to me, then don't provoke me again."

"What I owe you has been paid off..."

He held his breath and continued, not knowing if he was about to run out of breath or what, at the end, he got a lump in his throat and didn't speak again.

Liu Chongming didn't seem to be reprimanded by his sharp voice at all, and the hand holding his hair didn't even stop.

Even if he didn't look back, he knew what he was doing.

When he lived in Jinxi Academy, Chongming would sometimes go to his residence to take a nap at noon. He always felt that Chongming would press his hair and it would hurt a lot.

Not long after he complained, Chongming went somewhere to learn it, and every time he braided his hair loosely.

"You..." He pulled back the half-m braided hair: "You give me..."

Before he could say the word "roll", Liu Chongming's hand lightly patted his shoulder.

"Shen Zhou, you were crying last night, did you dream about the past again?"

"I'm with you, and I won't let you have another nightmare."