Si Tian Guan

    Although Dingling Hill is not well-known now, it was once a royal capital as early as hundreds of years ago when the nine kings were separated.

    There are many business trips under the city gate, and there are occasional exotic costumes, and no one is very interested in the mere six-person team.

    It was rare to get a room upstairs. Qu Chenzhou leaned against the window, removed his hat, and ate quietly, watching the pedestrians on the street below from time to time.

    The rest of the two people are not easy to disturb him, they are really tired and hungry, and they are busy filling their stomachs first.

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

    "Have you seen the middle-aged man in the cyan gown?"

    "What's wrong?" Ding Lekang asked.

     If you can save it, you can save it, if you can't, you have to explore the reality of the monster, what it is."

    Where to do business, there is naturally Liu Chongming's site.

    Seeing Liu Chongming going out, Ding Lekang also nodded slightly to Qu Chenzhou and quickly went out.

    Qu Chenzhou drank tea calmly, probably guessing that the person assigned by King Huai to Ding Lekang was probably already waiting at Dingling Hill, and Liu Chongming's every move was their responsibility under the eyelids.

    Now I am afraid of the unexpected existence of this strange tree, and Liu Chongming will take the lead.

    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 prefecture? Let them bring some people over, It's also cheap."

    "No," Qu Chenzhou shook his head: "Before seven or eight people were killed, the reason is still unknown, if it wasn't some ghost, but something shameful happened here, and the government secretly intervened …”

    Ding Lekang clearly agrees: "Qu Sitian is right! The truth is not clear, we don't have many people, and it's easy to reveal our identity. Wanm really has some bad hands, I'm afraid we will suffer."

    Qu Chenzhou is pleased: "General Ding is sure enough. Borrowing troops from the prefecture is a good way, but it also needs to be determined first. ."

     "What Qu Sitian said is that this calamity of sleepy wood... mentioned wood... Is it true?"

    Ding Lekang stopped for a while, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Dare to ask Qu Sitian, the road ahead is uncertain, can you spell the m for the last general?"

      .

    Qu Chenzhou looked at Ding Lekang silently, and his heart suddenly jumped.

    He knew that after entering Dingling Hill, there would be some surprises, so he secretly estimated the time. Now that the basic situation has been determined, even if Ding Lekang does not ask, he naturally has his own plans.

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

     Sleeping in the woods.

    Changeable mortals.

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

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

    Ding Lekang wiped the sweat from his palms, thanked him repeatedly, and realized after he sat down. Although he was the mth divination, those eyes seemed to penetrate the human heart, giving people invisible pressure. He couldn't help but believe it.

    Thinking about it like this, he became uncomfortable being alone in the m room. Instead, he hoped that Liu Chongming would come back soon.

    The door of the wing room was pushed open, Liu Chongming followed behind the second running hall, and gestured to the two of them: "There is really something new in this place."

    The little Er was stunned for a moment when he looked at Qu Chenzhou: "This... this is a Fan? Where did he come from? This is the mth time for the villain, the son is so nice..."

    "Where is so much nonsense! Look at M eyes again and pull out your eyeballs!"

    "It's the one you just said." Liu Chongming instructed: "Let's be more detailed, what it looks like, where it appears, and where is the weirdness."

    "Oh," Xiao Er responded quickly: "The little man also heard from the herb collector and the woodcutter, that the place is in the mountains more than ten miles south from here."

    "Strange tree?" Ding Lekang asked nervously.

    Little Er shook his head: "No no, no. Listen to me."

    "The mountain over there is called Chengsongling. No one lives in it, but there are many deserted tombs. It's been a long time, and I don't know what people are buried there."

    "Many graves were washed away by the rain, damaged and damaged, and no one repaired."

    "But there are three graves halfway up the mountain, which are very strange. They are renovated and repaired every now and then, and even the weeds around the graves are cleaned. I heard from the old people that when they were young, they listened to The old man of the previous generation said that the grave already exists, which is very strange."

    "It is said that the people who were buried a hundred years ago are buried. I don't know how pious they are. They can always remember them, and they will not be moved away."

    "Then a few days ago, the herb collector said that he saw a big bird, like a man, falling halfway over there, followed by smoke. , it looks like the place where the graves are."

    "There are those who have the guts to go and have a look, but they go round and round like a ghost hitting a wall. No one dares to enter the mountain these days."

    Liu Chongming added: "I just heard him say that, I thought it was the strange tree that eats people, but Xiao Er said that apart from finding the way up the mountain, I haven't heard of anyone having an accident. I Think it should be two things..."

    His eyes touched the pair of different pupils inadvertently, and his heart suddenly jumped.

    "What's the plan for Shen Zhou?"

    "Is Chengsongling more than ten miles to the south?" Qu Chenzhou decided decisively: "Let's start at noon tomorrow and go to Chengsongling to see."

    "Yes."

    Ding Lekang responded, his eyes staring at Qu Chenzhou's hand as if he were facing an enemy, for fear that he would take out the evil money again if he disagreed.

    "You need to save some flowers." Liu Chongming said understandingly to help him.

    But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he listened to Liu Chongming's bold decision.

    "The road is a waste of money, and today it's my turn to be the host, please don't shirk."

    Ding Lekang swallowed the tea with difficulty, and reminded in an astringent voice: "I'm not going to leave tomorrow..."

     of."

    What else did Ding Lekang want to say, Qu Chenzhou put down the tea cup and nodded calmly: "Okay, Lao Zhongming is bothering."

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

    "Okay...give me..."

    Liu Chongming was pushed outside, the doors and windows were locked, he could only whisper along the cracks of the window: "Open M, okay? It's cold outside."

    "I... have something to do," he rubbed his hands, tried to push the window again, remained motionless, and lowered his voice: "Shen Zhou, drive down, okay? I always stand here and let people It's not good 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 right, and when he asked Xiao Er to tell the strange things on Cheng Pine Ridge, Qu Chenzhou's eyes fell on him.

    It's not just luck.

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

    In the past, he always hoped that Qu Chenzhou would take one more step towards him and give him the courage to approach, but now, even if the little fox retreats, he will catch up and put the retreating Step up.

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

    It is true that this situation does not last long, but he was reluctant to leave immediately, so he leaned against the window and sat down on the tile.

    Not only in the past and present, but it seems that there was a long time ago, and there was such a memory.

    The candles in the house went out, and the last light disappeared.

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

    And the people inside are holding back - don't go, don't go, I will listen to you in the future, and I won't be fooling anymore.

    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 more..."

    This m tone was just raised, and before he could make a sound, the window was suddenly pushed open.

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

    Qu Shenzhou clamped the window frame several times, but failed to drive people away, so he threw his hands back to the table and sat down.

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

    When he said this, Qu Chenzhou's vicious voice could not be expressed.

    "What?"

    "Is it good or bad to go to Chengsongling tomorrow? I have some people in Dingling Hill, leaving 60% in the city to intercept the people coming from Ding Lekang, and the rest of the players are good , how about following m from a distance to Cheng Pine Ridge?"

    Qu Chenzhou looked down for a moment, but couldn't come up with a better idea.

    "It is necessary to keep people in the city. But what exactly is going to Chengsongling, I don't know. Ding Lekang's hexagram is not irreversible. If he has an accident now, the people of King Huai will immediately put you As a target. But I was afraid that he would do bad things, so I 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 can save it or he should save it."

    Qu Chenzhou hummed softly, spread out his hair, and looked at Liu Chongming.

    This is what chasing means.

    Liu Chongming scratched his face, and had nothing to say: "Shen Zhou, where is my hexagram? Is it good or bad?"

    "If the prince really believed in me, he shouldn't have asked this question," Qu Chenzhou loosened his hair, lay down, and looked at the wall in front of his nose in a hazy look: "It's late at night. "Sir, go to sleep."

    The sound of the soles rubbing the floor left the table.

    His heartbeat seemed to be in line with the pace, and he jumped so fast that he couldn't close his eyes, until the edge of the bed made a soft sound before he realized that someone was cheeky and crawled again come up.

    "Liu Chongming!"

      "

    Qu Chenzhou turned around halfway and looked at the vague outline, real and illusory.

    "Liu Chongming, you put down your body and put your hot face on your cold **** because you remembered the past and pity me? Pity me?"

    "I tell you, I don't need it. Whether it was in the past or now, we don't owe each other, and the prince doesn't have to wrong himself."

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

    "I owe you, I have paid off..."

    He continued holding his breath, not knowing if he was about to run out of breath or something, but at the end, he choked up in his throat and did not speak again.

    Liu Chongming didn't seem to have been reprimanded by his harsh voice at all, and his 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 sometimes went to his residence at noon to take a nap. He always thought that Chongming would press on his hair and cause great pain.

    Shortly after he complained, Chongming did not know where he went to study it, and every time he braided his hair loosely.

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

    The word "go" could not be said, Liu Chongming's hand lightly patted his shoulder.

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

    "I'll be with you and I won't let you have nightmares again."