When Mo Wuwen got out of the car, Shangguan Chi Zhen still didn't forget his original intention: "Think about it, if the celadon pieces are sold, if you go to Lao He's shop, I will send you money." ”

"Hmm." At the end, he went home without hearing the squeak, pressed the elevator, and closed the door and went upstairs.

"Heavenly Master, Heavenly Master." From the soft voice from the ceiling to the familiar voice, the little demon, finally appeared.

"Where have you been?"

"Heavenly Master, we must return to the Gray Realm at the time of the New Year, otherwise we will never be able to go back, and we will be wiped out on the next New Day."

"Isn't the first day of the new year?"

"Yes, you can't see the moon on the first day of the new year, and it's the time when the shadow is the weakest."

"Oh."

"Heavenly Master, that Uncle Liu is not a good person, you have to be careful."

"You know, I'm a little tired, go home and rest first." Mo Wuwen didn't want to say more, so he hurriedly did something perfunctory.

When he got home, he was tired and unbearable, and he casually ate something and lay on the bed and thought: "Is it really as Liu Bo said that I am a heavenly master, no matter where I am, the demon will still find me, and whether I do it or not, it is a heavenly master." ”

He turned the demon refining pot and suddenly remembered that when he turned the pot that day, the little demon shouted that he couldn't stand it, what is the origin of this little demon, and the purpose of approaching him is really to find the Heavenly Master Talisman so that he will not come to the world again?

In a daze, he fell asleep with the porcelain piece in his hand, until the "Ding Ding" bell woke him up from his sleep, although it was already three poles in the sun.

"Hey, who's that?"

"Hello, your courier has been delivered, please come and pick it up."

"Put it in the porter, I'll be right there."

When I opened the package, there were 50 pieces of earthy yellow paper Zhang Tianshi's spirit talismans, which were like the spirit talismans of the town.

Lunch is still early, find something to eat, he took a few talismans downstairs, there are three or five people in the elevator, and the little demon never appears when there are people.

The sun is a bit dazzling, and the streets are still full of traffic and bustling, and they haven't changed. The streets are lined with clothing stores with clearance sales, and the last days are always the last days, and the world is so beautiful that good luck is always with you.

The vibrant scene made the mood of the end of the unheard also cheerful,

"Ding Ding Ding Ding..." The mobile phone rang again, and it was He Tiankun again, and he suddenly pulled Mo Wuwen from carefree to full of thoughts.

"Wuwen, we're at the Havana bar, you come here."

"Lao He, what's the matter?"

"You come here first, bring the porcelain pieces."

At the corner of the bar, two large glass windows surrounded by dark granite, red lanterns exuding a faint warmth, accompanied by the hanging ivy in the corner. The blues are like a forest and the sound of springs lingers with brown imitation mahogany furniture, which is full of nondescript cottage Cuban style.

"Unheard, here." He Tiankun beckoned.

"Zhao Mingxuan, celadon academic researcher." He Tiankun introduced him to the fat man who was smiling on the sofa.

Zhao Mingxuan was enthusiastic, and immediately stood up, stretched out his hand to hold Mo Wuwen tightly, and turned his blazing eyes to look at Mo Wuwen with longing, like the kind of eyes that reunited with his first love, "Can you let me see the porcelain piece." ”

"What do you need, sir?" The waiter was very enthusiastic and immediately came to them.

"Juice." Mo Wuwen casually spoke.

"Sir, would you like to try our signature juice, Havana Summer?"

"Okay."

Zhao Mingxuan couldn't put it down, looking left and right, "This porcelain piece may be the legendary Heavenly Master bottle, when Zhang Tianshi spent 7749 days to fire into three Heavenly Master bottles, each bottle has three layers engraved with phoenix, unicorn, bear, each upside down pattern. ”

"You see, how green and blue the glaze of this porcelain piece is, the luster is soft, and the crystal is moisturizing, better than jade." Zhao Mingxuan pointed to the porcelain piece and continued to say to Mo Wuwen.

In fact, the lights were so dim that Mo Wuwen couldn't see anything, just followed the "yes." ”

"The Celestial Master Bottle, legend has it that the soul of the Celestial Master is integrated with the celadon when it is fired, and the finished Celestial Master Bottle has spirituality. One bottle was buried in the dragon kiln to worship the sky, one bottle was taken to the gray world by the heavenly master, and one was later lost to the people. ”

"What realm do you say?" Mo Wuwen was surprised, Zhao Mingxuan actually knew the gray world!

"The Gray World, another world of legends."

"Where's the Gray Realm?" Mo Wuwen asked knowingly.

"Who knows, it's all folklore, where did you get the porcelain tiles?"

"On the mountain."

"Isn't it Dongming Mountain? In fact, celadon pieces only have academic research value and have no collection value. ”

"No, it's the mountain behind the hospital."

"Fifteen thousand, how about it, anyway, a broken porcelain piece doesn't mean much to you."

"I promised my uncle, he likes to collect." Mo Wuwen made up a reason temporarily.

"Let's not talk about this for now, I have a plan, I don't know if you're interested." Zhao Mingxuan said in a low voice.

"You say." Mo Wuwen looked left and right, Liu Mingxuan was not an academic researcher, but like a cultural relics dealer.

"Go to Dongming Mountain to find the Heavenly Master Bottle."

"Dongmingshan? No, no, no. Mo Wuwen looked at He Tiankun, he knew that he would also oppose this proposal.

Who knew that He Tiankun actually smiled and said, "Don't worry, this time we are ready to go." ”

"Why are you looking for me when you are looking for the Celestial Master Bottle?" Mo Wuwen was a little puzzled.

"Because you have a relationship with the Heavenly Master, the Heavenly Master Bottle is spiritual." Zhao Mingxuan seemed to penetrate the last ignorant mind.

After pondering for a while, I picked up the juice and tried it, my heart beat faster, it was impossible, it was impossible, this taste was actually the smell of ash tree sap!

Looking around, there is not the slightest trace of the gray world, maybe it is just a coincidence, a similar taste.

Suddenly, the table top jumped up like a sheep smoking, the coffee cups were drunkenly swaying, the coffee juice flying out of the flail crisscrossed the tablecloth into a free starry spot, and the floor moved sharply from side to side in an instant, and his feet slipped, almost tilting Mo Wuwen to the messy ground.

The chandelier on the ceiling swayed rapidly, criing and clanging. The wine bottles and glasses on the counter also jumped down one by one like martyrdom, crackling and playing hellish practice on the ground. The orange walls cracked as they shook, devouring all the light and darkening the surroundings.

In an instant, the neck of the dark silence was tightly strangled by one hand, leaving him breathless, while the other hand reached into his trouser pocket and groped.

In desperation, he slammed his elbow back, only to hear a loud scream that the other party let go and fled.

In the midst of the frightening crowds, the last one finally squeezed out of the door, and the streets were full of panicked people, and the earthquake ......

Without hesitation, he immediately ran through the crowd in the direction of his home, until when he could no longer run, he looked around as usual, without the slightest trace of an earthquake.