In the past five years, Cui Que has taken Cui Di to many places, will make a short stay in human villages and towns, will also live alone in the forest full of ghosts, will help the humans in the villages and towns to clear some ghosts that come to make trouble and eat people, and will also help some innocent ghosts to avoid human traces.

The boundary between humans and ghosts, in Cui Di's eyes, is not judged by the beauty and ugliness of appearance and a name.

"The evil of the human heart is better than the demons. ”

In the sixth year, Cui Di came to such a conclusion.

Cui Que looked at him, Cui Di, who had already grown his hair long, tied all his hair together, and his beautiful ponytail showed neatness and ability, and his heart seemed to be the one that would show timidity many years ago, looking at his face as he spoke.

"Do you think I let you see it?"

Cui Que shook his head, the same thing, many people have different opinions, a green leaf falling from the tree, some people will feel sad when they see it, and feel the green that it withers before it blooms, some people will only think if there is any pest or disease on the tree, or it will be dragged down by someone, and some people will look at the texture of the leaf and think that there will be no two identical leaves in the world, In addition, there will probably be some people who think about some problems like gravitation or wind drive.

From these perspectives, we will probably come to the conclusion that the disciple in front of me, who is still nervous about his own opinions, is really not quite like himself.

Cui Que was not much disappointed, if he was to cultivate a generation of emperors, then he also looked too highly at his heart and patience, rather than cultivating others, it was better to go on his own, at the beginning he was curious because of the other party's life, the ghost power of this world made him see people's life more clearly, that feeling is like seeing a person to know whether he is destined to be rich or poor in the future, and the possibility of accidental changes is not ruled out, but the lines of fate have shown some clues in front of Cui Que's eyes.

He seemed to be able to see the ethereal thread, and feel some kind of invisible traction, if he had to describe it, it was probably the law of fate that inadvertently revealed his strength.

The hand pressed on the top of Cui Di's head, gently stroked, Cui Que looked into the distance, this day they inhabited in the mountains and forests, at the moment of the demon, the illusion in the light is a bewildering monster, is waiting for the rabbit.

"You're old enough to be a teacher. ”

Cui Di's yin-yang art is average, but he can also resist the attacks of some middle-level and below ghosts, and he has not stopped in actual combat over the years, just relying on his personal ability, walking outside is enough.

Cao Di opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was lightly patted on the head, and he heard Cui Que continue: "People and ghosts have different paths, your life still has to be walked by yourself, and the road you can choose must be walked by yourself." ”

A smooth road does not necessarily lead to success, just as a rough road does not necessarily lead to the end, there are always setbacks that have to hit the south wall and turn back to ensure that the next time it does not stop in front of a similar south wall.

"Teacher, what about you, aren't you going to accompany me?"

Twelve-year-old Cui Di is already a man who can do things in this world, and it will be a common age to get married in another year or two.

However, in front of Cui Que, he never seemed to realize this, even in the human town, he showed an alienated attitude, he never forgot the things when he was a child, and understood more that the same kind may not bring kindness.

Cui Que pressed his head lightly again, and there was a smile in his voice: "I don't accompany me, I'm just afraid that the tiger will be raised into a white rabbit. ”

In the past five years, if it is said that what I was curious about at the beginning was that rare life, which led to take people around and watch, and by the way to see what impact it could have on myself, then later, in the teaching, I also had the heart to be a teacher for this disciple, but different is different.

He took him to so many places, and saw so many people and ghosts, was it just to see the contradiction between people and ghosts? Wouldn't spells with different power origins but similar effects also make people more sophisticated in their own knowledge?

"I'm also going to see where I want to go. ”

Cui Que said and took his hand away, and the wide sleeves brushed in front of Cui Di, and disappeared without waiting for him to catch him, and there was no one in front of him.

"Teacher—"

Cui Di looked up, all he saw was the quiet woods, he was silent for a moment, lifted the burden under his feet, and walked down the mountain alone, instinctively, he still chose the camp of humans.

The sound of the water sounded from the trees, the tall cherry blossom trees still had the remaining fragrance, a clear aroma of wine overpowered the residual fragrance of flowers, a touch of red clothes hung down like clouds, and the soft material was like a streamer, like the most beautiful sunset weaving.

The slender and powerful hand pinched a wine bottle, the handsome young man leaned on the branch, his back against the trunk, one leg on the branch, one leg naturally bent, supporting the hand holding the wine bottle, the ruddy lips stained with wine and added a touch of beauty, as if sucking human blood, with a strange charm belonging to ghosts.

"You're just letting go?"

The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, like the mellow aroma of wine, which made the people who heard it unconsciously drunk, and the cold light covered under his single eyelid seemed to be mocking everything in this world.

The mist under the tree came from nowhere, and gradually gathered into a white-clothed figure, Cui Que showed his figure, looked at the direction of Cui Di's departure and said: "I said a long time ago, people and ghosts have different paths, in this world, there are always more good people than good ghosts." ”

Even if it's just to choose kindness, most of the kindness is better than a small part of the kindness, Cui Di doesn't have that ruthless heart, even if he was bullied when he was a child, but he was not so extreme as to burden the society, maybe he protected this child with the emperor's destiny too early, so that he had less frustration and resentment that he should have, this child has instinctively chosen human beings, no matter what kind of prejudice he still has against human beings.

The blandness of not beating or scolding is the real thing that I didn't take to heart.

"Aren't you going to this year's Hyakki Night Walk?"

Since the chaos that broke out in the first year, Cui Que has only taken Cui Di to participate in the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk once, letting him know that there is such a thing, let him know what kind of ghosts there are, and other times, he is too lazy to participate in this kind of carnival-like activity.

"Don't go. ”

Cui Que glanced at the young man, the other party's expression was careless, but in fact, he who had already begun to dominate the hundred ghosts actually cared about this very much, just like the various factions in the human race, there were not no contradictions among the hundred ghosts.

The drunken boy intends to dominate the hundred ghosts, and the tengu doesn't buy it much, showing that the two factions are fighting, but in fact, the most profitable of fishing in troubled waters is probably the slippery ghost.

In the past two years, the drunken boy has been trying to recruit ghosts, and even Cui Que, who has a bad reputation for being a wanderer and a human gangster, is on his list, and he will be asked if he meets it occasionally.

Because of some monks and Taoists from the outside world, such as Lord Hu, mainly the threat of monks, the side of the hundred ghosts has not been completely divided, but most of the drunken boys are evil ghosts, and the killing will change sooner or later, Cui Que is not optimistic.

"So, you wouldn't say yes to the tengu, would you?"

Tengu, a prevalent and arrogant ghost, originally belonged to the type of enclosure and self-esteem, and the god was so hidden that he wished he could hide it, but the more arrogant he was, the more he couldn't tolerate provocation, and the step of drinking was too big, and the other party had to declare war.

However, such an arrogant ghost, even if someone else sent it to the door, he still looked arrogant as if he was reluctant to accept it, of course, he would not personally come down to attract others, and the invisible style seemed to be a little higher than that of wine swallowing.

"Of course not, as I said, I have no interest in any of that. Cui Que said calmly, he faintly noticed that the reason for Jiu Tun's action was not only to dominate the hundred ghosts and then demonstrate, but also to find some kind of way to become a god, even if it was a wild god, it was better than being sealed by a monk.

As for the slippery ghost, he is used to fishing in troubled waters, probably thinking about developing himself into an existence such as a hundred ghost families, and he will never change one left and right, and his scheming vision is lower than that of wine.

"Good. The young man in red leaned his neck and took another sip of wine, the clear wine was a little too late to swallow, and it slid down the corners of his mouth, and wet traces ran down his neck, wetting his clothes, showing an uninhibited demeanor.

Cui Que glanced twice, this is a handsome young man whose appearance is easy to fall in love with, however, as long as he knows that this person likes to use virginity and women's flesh and blood, he knows that his evil is equal to beauty.

"I hope you can stand in the shoes of the hundred ghosts when necessary, and don't help those monks. "The drunken boy made a request when he left.

Cui Que hesitated, his impression of Buddhism was still good, because he had also been a monk and knew that the essence of leading people to goodness was good, but...

"I know that I can't help the worst outcome. ”

Some ghosts are really not a pity to die, even the seemingly harmless ghosts of Nojibo, and the lives they kill are probably not in the single digits.

"No, you must not help the monk. The drunken boy paused when he was about to leave, looked back at him, and emphasized this solemnly, and saw that it was very important.

Cui Que was a little strange, showing a puzzled expression, the wine swallowing boy hesitated for a moment, probably knowing that this person's stubbornness would not get more support if he didn't say something, "The previous monks were not as powerful as Lord Hu, which made me think of the Eight Kings era, those eight people were like saviors who fell from the sky, and they saved mankind like that." ”

Ignoring the mockery in his tone, "falling from the sky", Cui Que's heart moved, as if he had thought of something.

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