Xiajiangtang is a town on the outskirts of Bashan City, located on the edge of the Yangtze River, because of the remoteness of the place, has not been able to enter the eyes of various real estate developers, so it has not been able to catch up with the vigorous tide of demolition.

At a time when the city is already full of high-rise buildings, this small town on the edge of the Yangtze River is still a large area of low and dilapidated bungalows, which exude a faint musty smell in the dilapidation.

Wu Ming sent the express delivery when the most frightened Jiangtang, here the chaos is extremely serious, many houses can not even find the house number, plus there are too many mobile people, the delivery of a courier to the hands of customers, it is absolutely frightening step by step.

Wu Ming rode his second-hand Jialing motorcycle into Xiajiangtang, still thinking in his heart, this teacher Cang should not be the master who dedicated himself to art in the island country.

It shouldn't be, that teacher Cang is a well-known artist of virtue and art, how could he come here to live in a shantytown.

Riding a motorcycle along the narrow alley, Wu Ming kept looking at the street signs and door numbers on both sides, and soon found the Qianyuan Road.

Qianyuan Road is said to be a road, but in fact it is just an alley less than two meters wide, and there are dirty cardboard boxes, honeycomb coal and other barricades on both sides of the road, and the narrowest place can only accommodate one person.

Wu Ming parked the motorcycle at the entrance of the alley and locked it, and walked into Qianyuan Road to look for the No. 22 house number.

"Handsome guy, it's the first time I've seen you, it's new~"

Suddenly, the voice of an aunt who was so sweet that it made people dizzy sounded from the front, Wu Ming looked forward and found that it was a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup, standing at the door of a hair salon in front of her, waving to herself.

"Come in and sit down!"

Wu Ming glanced at the hair salon through the glass door, there were four or five girls sitting on the sofa, and the standard configuration was Qi * small skirt and camisole, and the white swaying thighs flashed dizzyingly.

Seeing that it was the kind of barber shop that didn't even have scissors, Wu Ming pursed his lips and squeezed sideways past his aunt: "I still have something to do, and I can't afford it." ”

But the aunt didn't seem to want to give up, she twisted her bloated body and beckoned to the inside of the glass door.

"Seven, I've been teaching you for a few days, it's time to practice, keep this handsome guy!"

"Yes——!"

A crisp answer, with a hint of pity in his tactful voice, even if he didn't see anyone, Wu Ming's heart trembled slightly.

Then a white shadow flickered out of the glass door, drifting past the aunt like the wind, and it had already stopped in front of Wu Ming in an instant.

"Childe, don't be in a hurry, come in and rest. ”

Wu Ming looked up and found a woman in white standing in front of him, with green silk and cloud temples, autumn waves like water, with a hint of weakness between her cheeks and smiles, which was really pitiful.

Wu Ming frowned, this girl was wearing a long white dress, which looked like a costume from a costume TV series, and it didn't match the style of the row of girls in the hair salon.

Could it be that she is a hidden character in this store, specializing in role-playing?

Hiding the role is even more unaffordable, Wu Ming nodded at the white-clothed beauty in front of him, and stretched out his hand to block the other party.

"I'm sorry, please let me go, I'm really in a hurry. ”

The girl in white watched Wu Ming walk past her, her face was full of loss, and she walked back to the door of the hair salon in despair, and said to the middle-aged woman, "Sister Zhang, I failed......"

The middle-aged woman sighed, reached out and patted her sister's shoulder: "It's okay, is failure the mother of success, this kid is a poor ghost at first glance, it's not your problem!"

Wu Ming pretended not to hear the aunt's words, continued to walk forward, walked less than ten meters, and finally saw the number 22.

No. 22 is a shop facing the street, and there are a lot of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the counter, some of which are small seal cursive scripts, but more of them are some fonts that Wu Ming can't recognize at all.

In this smoky alley, there was such a store selling calligraphy and paintings, which couldn't help but surprise Wu Ming.

Wu Ming walked to the counter, and there was a white-haired old man sitting on the Taishi chair inside, who was closing his eyes and recuperating.

The old man had white hair, his face was full of frowns, he looked like he was in the grade of eighty or ninety, and he had a white towel around his head, covering his entire forehead.

Wu Ming took a flat breath and said softly, "Excuse me, are you Teacher Cang?"

The old man's body moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Ming: "Yes, who are you?"

This teacher Cang is really not the artist in the island country, Wu Ming felt a sense of loss for no reason.

"It was Twilight Rain who called me, and I helped her bring back the book. ”

"Oh...... That's right, that's right. The old man seemed to remember something, stood up by the handle, and walked tremblingly to the back room.

"The book has been revised, and this is for you. ”

Wu Ming answered, standing in front of the counter and waiting quietly.

The old man opened the curtain and walked into the back room, and took down a book with a black cover from the shelf.

After getting the book, the old man did not rush out, but stood behind the curtain and reached out to remove the towel on his forehead.

The towel was removed, and on the old man's wrinkled forehead, there were two pairs of eyes, one bright and one dim, glowing faintly.

The six-eyed one, the god of word-making, Cangjie.

Cangjie stared at Wu Ming in front of the counter through the curtain, and looked at it for about half a minute before wrapping the towel around his head again.

"It's really an ordinary person, if what the rain girl said is true, it will be interesting......"

After confirming Wu Ming's identity, Cangjie stopped staying, opened the curtain and walked back to the counter.

"This is it, keep it with care. Cangjie put the book in front of Wu Ming: "You go back and tell Yu Yatou, I repaired the book, but a page is missing, let her look for it at home." ”

"Missing a page?" Wu Ming repeated, and then nodded: "I remember, thank you, Mr. Cang, then I'll go." ”

"Wait a minute!"

Cangjie stretched out his hand and stopped Wu Ming, who wanted to turn around and leave, "Not only this book, but also the things in the book should be taken with you." ”

"What's in the book?" Wu Ming stood in place, his heart sinking for no reason.

Sure enough, it's not that simple! Talking about the things in the fast, aren't they all demons and monsters.

If you really make a bull head and horse noodles, you can't take your own motorcycle, you're overweight!

The old man stretched out his hand and pushed open the door on the side of the shop, walked out of it, and walked in the direction of the alley: "You come with me." ”

Wu Ming sighed, followed the old man nervously, thinking wildly.

The old man walked slowly to the hair salon, coughed, and shouted inside.

"Xiaoqian, stop playing, it's time to go home!"