Journey To the World of Film and Television

Back at Xingyun Pavilion, before the two of them entered the gate, they saw a seven or eight-year-old kid running out of the yard, shouting: "Vine~vine~~"

Yan Furui hurriedly let go of his arms and grabbed the tile-roofed house in front of him, and said anxiously: "What's wrong? Did it hit you or touch it, why does it hurt?"

"No. It's vines! There are vines growing in the cave!" Xiaowafang said while pointing to the back, crying, "Master, there are no monsters living in the cave, right?"

"Where are there any monsters in the world?" Wang Qiankun rubbed his painful shoulders and was planning to leave, but when he heard that Yan Furui used the feudal superstition to poison the future flowers of the motherland, he couldn't help being filled with righteous indignation, "Those are all It's just a fantasy used by the older generation to scare children, I really don't believe that there are things in this world that science can't explain!"

As he spoke, he walked into the gate first, but he stood in place as soon as he entered, and Yan Furui, who followed closely behind, couldn't help being stunned on the spot.

Rattan, rattan all over the ground.

In the cave left after the town stele was blown up, I don’t know when it was covered with lush vines, vine roots and stalks all over the ground, intertwined and intertwined like a group of snakes stretching out, some are as thick as a wine cup, and some are only as thin as ginseng whiskers. They all extend from the depths of the cave to the periphery, spreading out the entire small courtyard.

"Master Wang Wangxuan, look, I didn't lie to you. There are really masters in the world who say that Si Teng may really be resurrected."

Yan Furui swallowed, and protected the tile house behind him, trembling a little.

Wang Qiankun also finally showed a look of surprise, stepped forward to observe: "This should be a palm family, monocotyledons, it is indeed a vine, a white vine." At this point, Wang Qiankun became more and more puzzled, and murmured: "But the white vine should be produced in the tropics. Ah, Cangcheng Mountain shouldn’t be strange, it’s so strange.”

"Master Wang Xuan, I really can't wait any longer." Yan Furui drove the little apprentice out of the door, moved a soft ladder from the corner, and gritted his teeth: "At that time, the town monument exploded, and the ground suddenly sank into such a big hole. Xiaoer didn't dare to go down because he was concerned that there was still a tile-roofed house to take care of."

"Master Wang Xuan is also here at the moment, and I will hold the battle for Master Xuan in the courtyard. I hope Master Wang Xuan can go down and find out." Yan Furui pulled out a chainsaw from behind as he spoke, and the buzzing steel chain Spinning rapidly, Wang Qiankun's heart skipped a beat. He believed in science and not in superstition. Even if he saw the white vines all over the courtyard with his own eyes, he didn't believe that the so-called 'Si Teng' was responsible.

But because he believes too much in science, he believes that if a chainsaw with a speed of 2,800 revolutions per minute is cut on a person, blood will be ejected at a rate of 120 milliliters per second. weapon.

"What do you want to do?" Wang Qiankun took half a step back, glanced at the gate not far away from the corner of his vision, and silently planned the escape route.

"I'll clean up your surroundings so you can go down." Yan Furui gestured to the vines on the ground while talking, and just cut off one of the vines, and saw green juice flowing out of the cut, like the blood of a plant.

the other side.

There are many things that red tickets can do in this era, but there is only one thing that cannot be done.

That is... a driver's license.

Of course, it may also be that Zhou Ji's money is too little, so I won't go into details, there is a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark, if you talk too much, it may be dangerous.

After getting off the plane, Zhou Ji contacted a local tour guide at the car rental company to act as their driver temporarily. On the way to Cangcheng Mountain, Si Teng didn't speak, but quietly looked out the car window at the unfamiliar or familiar scenery.

"Have you been here?" Zhou Ji asked knowingly.

Si Teng didn't look back, and brushed his wind-blown hair behind his ears, his tone was as cold as usual, but with a hint of melancholy, "A long time ago."

"How does it feel to revisit the old place?" Zhou Ji knows that Si Teng has been dead for more than 80 years. Even though Cangcheng Mountain has not been able to develop rapidly because of the cultural ancient town, it should be very different from 80 years ago. .

"I don't feel anything, this place doesn't belong to me after all." Si Teng turned around and closed the car window.

As the window slits became smaller and smaller, the wind penetrating into the compartment became stronger and stronger, a strand of hair was blown by the breeze, brushing the tip of Zhou Ji's nose, itching, with a little fragrance of grass and trees.

This place doesn't belong to me after all

I don't know if he was touched by this sentence, or by Si Teng's inadvertent teasing, Zhou Ji's heart trembled, and he quickly changed the subject: "Then where are we going next?"

"Go find someone, his name is Qiu Shan." When Si Teng said the name, his eyes didn't fluctuate.

She is not as twisted as Zhou Ji; although her actual age is only 27 years old after she died for 80 years, she is independent, calm, and able to correctly understand herself, see others clearly, and face up to In the past, love and hate are clear.

Eighty-three years later, Si Teng still remembers all the past, but he will not use these to torture himself.

Looking up at the well-preserved ancient city tower in front of the driveway, Si Teng said softly, "This is it."

You don't need to explain or visit scenic spots, just drive and earn money.

Everyone is happy.

Zhou Ji left the tour guide's phone number and accompanied Si Teng through the dilapidated city cave built against the mound.

The sky has gradually dimmed, and the old street lamps exude a khaki-yellow light, drawing the shadows of the two on the ramp long and slantingly. Looking up, a lampboard with strings of incense sticks half blocks the entrance of the alley. Under the red, green and green flashing lights on the wooden signboard, the words "Xingyun Pavilion" came into view.

The crisp sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the bluestone slab echoed softly in the quiet alleyway, Zhou Ji looked around, and soon came to a square courtyard.

The courtyard looked small, but the deep pit in the courtyard and the green vines growing in the pit attracted Zhou Ji's attention immediately.

"Are you Qiu Shan's apprentice?" Si Teng's eyes fell on Yan Furui who was full of doubts.

There is no fluctuation of true qi, and his physique is just like an ordinary person. Is it because Qiu Shan didn't teach him the method of cultivation? Or is his aptitude so dull that he can't even get started with mental methods?

After so many years, has Xuanmen fallen to such a state?

"Who are you?" Yan Furui also heard the sound of high-heeled shoes coming from the alley at the first time. The moment he saw the person clearly, Yan Furui had an illusion of time travel. The woman in front of him was wearing a ginger-yellow plant-embroidered velvet cheongsam, It's like walking out of a painting in the period of the Republic of China, which makes people feel ashamed.

"The one below also comes up." Si Teng deliberately showed his strength in front of Zhou Ji, but with just a tap of his fingertips, screams of panic and panic came from under the hole.

I saw the vines on the surface twisting like living things, lifting a young man's leg and pulling it out of the ground, hanging it in front of everyone.