The doors and windows inside the house are closed, and the sunlight shines into the house through the paper windows.

The silhouettes of fallen leaves fell on the window paper, and a thin and lingering sound came from the window.

Mu Xue sat by the window and slowly turned the pages of the book. Her memory followed the yellowed pages and returned to the past.

She seemed to have seen a little boy next door whom she was not familiar with. After her death, she scratched her head and held the pen, using unfamiliar words to record the impression of herself on the paper bit by bit.

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I saw this written in the book: When I was young, the neighbor Mu was a strange woman to the children on Shimiao Street.

Although she is quite beautiful, she is a "scary" character with a bit of mystery.

I often see her walking past my bun shop holding big and small bags of strange ingredients. She is always thinking about something intently as she walks, and occasionally mutters to herself.

She never pays attention to the people around her and doesn't care about what's going on around her.

It was as if she was a person living in her own world. Everything around her was incompatible with her, and all life had nothing to do with her.

At that time, I didn't know that many of the very convenient magic tools in our lives were made by this master of weapon refining.

Including the magic weapon in my house that can quickly bake buns into golden brown food, and our boys' favorite "sliding car" that can be stepped on and run very fast.

I only know that this strange woman is always followed by several mechanical puppets of different sizes. Those little things that look crooked and not yet completely completed are actually very dangerous objects.

Every child on this street has been taught by their parents not to touch these seemingly harmless little things without the owner's consent.

I once saw with my own eyes the little tin man named "Qian Ji" on Mu's shoulders. One moment, he was dumbfounded and tilted his head. The next moment, he decomposed and reorganized into a formidable steel behemoth.

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That day, I stood in the bun shop and through the white smoke on the steamer, I saw her bringing back a dying little boy from the shopping street.

The boy was too thin and miserable. He fell unconscious in her arms, with blood dripping all the way on his thin feet.

At that time, I even thought that the neighbor next door was finally no longer satisfied with tossing iron puppets and was ready to extend her terrifying claws to living children.

Fortunately, early the next morning, I saw the neighbor's courtyard door being pushed open.

The pale child pushed open the door with a cane and came out to clear the snow. Although he still looked bad, he was still alive at last and had not been made into some messy puppet. This made me feel very relieved when I was young.

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From then on, this scrawny little guy, who later became the famous Cen Qianshan Cenjia, took root in the neighbor's yard.

In the first few days after arriving, his condition was very bad. I saw him hiding in the alley outside the courtyard wall several times to vomit. After vomiting, he was so weak that he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall to breathe. He looked like he was out of breath.

It made me feel as if this miserable and unlucky guy might die at any moment.

The Mu family finally realized that the boy raised in the yard was about to die and took him to Uncle Nian's hospital.

When they came back, I was helping my mother light the stove outside the store when I saw young Cen Qianshan with an ice pack to reduce fever on his forehead. He was wrapped in a thick blanket by the Mu family and protected in his arms as he walked through the wind and snow.

At that time, I quietly raised my eyes and saw the boy curled up in the blanket. My eyes lingered on the face of Mr. Mu who was holding him, never shifting for a moment.

That pitiful and soft look was like a stray cat that was about to freeze to death in winter and was fished out of a snow pit and held in his hands.

It didn't take long for me to realize that I was wrong. It was not a sick cat at all, but a wild wolf, a vicious mountain tiger.

At first, we could block him in an alley, suppress him and beat him up. Soon, no one on this street would be his opponent.

After I received another beating from Cen Qianshan, my mother took me into the Mu family’s yard.

That was the first time I saw the power of the puppet master. The slender woman in red guarded her little apprentice behind her, but she raised her hand easily, and countless puppets came out of the courtyard wall.

Rise up.

The overwhelming cold murderous intent scared me so much that I almost ran out of the door. Even my mother, who was usually not afraid of anyone, was obviously timid.

At that time, I clearly saw that Cen Qianshan’s eyes, who were protected in red clothes, were so bright. He looked at his master with such blazing eyes, so proud and proud, and he never gave any of his attention to anyone else.

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At that time, I thought to myself, this guy might not like his mentor.

As time went by, Cen Qianshan transformed from that dirty little slave into the happiest child in Shimiao Street.

He always has toys in his hands that make the boys covet, and he always has a lot of pocket money and candies in his pockets.

When his master led him through the street, he only had to act coquettishly, and in the envious eyes of the children on the street, he could get something that parents would never be easily satisfied with giving to their children.

The little figure chasing after him in red was so cheerful. He soon grew up in such happy days. He first surpassed the red shoulder, then stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and finally surpassed his master.

Even higher.

The young man's eyes looking at his master became more and more passionate day by day. The green affection was so hot and obvious.

On the entire street, Mu himself was probably the only one who was obsessed with magic and didn't notice his apprentice's love for her.

When Mu Xue saw this, she raised her head blankly.

At that time, Qianshan was young, and the bamboos and pines were as green as spring. His burning gaze lingered by my side day and night. Did I really not notice it at all?

She looked down at the page again and saw the author's emotion on the old paper:

Everyone knows that Cen Qianshan was lucky enough to meet the Mu family and be saved from fire and water, so that he could be reborn and change his life.

But no one knew that it was because of such a young disciple who knew both cold and hot things that the Mu family became more and more cheerful day by day. They no longer closed themselves in the cold mechanical world, and gradually became more and more lively.

The breath has a human touch.

At that time, a tide of beasts came, and I almost died under the sharp teeth of the beast. At the critical moment, a huge mechanical puppet fell from the sky, grabbed the limbs of the beast, and chopped the powerful beast into pieces in a matter of seconds.

Mr. Mu, dressed in red, appeared in front of me. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Aren't you the... Niu Dazhuang who often fights with my Xiaoshan?"

My name is Dashuai Niu, Mu, you remember it wrong.

Master Mu summoned her famous flying magic weapon, the UFO, expanded it and carried me, who was seriously injured, regardless of past suspicions.

The swallow-tailed UFO, at an extremely fast speed, passed through the overwhelming tide of beasts before all the monsters could react, and took me out of danger. It also picked up countless people who were in desperate situations along the way.

The neighbor who was usually a little scary was sitting in front of the magic weapon, looking like such a reassuring presence.

It's a pity that although there is love in the world, heaven is ruthless.

Such a woman cannot be tolerated by heaven.

On the day when Mu's family's golden elixir was perfected and the tribulation was over, I happened to be on the top of a mountain in the distance. At that time, the thunder in the sky was like a golden drum, the lightning was like a dragon, the power of the gods was rolling in the clouds, and it was impossible to escape the ninth heavenly catastrophe.

I hid on the top of the mountain and looked there from a distance, but I saw a Yingying woman standing under the thunder clouds, looking up at the sky. She was dressed fiercely in red, and she was unafraid.

Purple divine thunder rolled densely in the gaps in the clouds, and the ferocious lightnings, two or three, ten or a hundred, were endless, vowing to wipe out that red figure from the sky and the earth.

It was so powerful that my hair stood on end, my liver and gallbladder trembled, and I didn't dare to move at all.

I could only watch with tears in my eyes as I watched that lonely figure exhaust all his spiritual energy and magic weapons after fighting hard, and had to be defeated by the might of God. He was crushed to ashes by the angry thunder and purple lightning.

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The mighty thunderclouds dispersed, and a few rays of skylight shone through the cracks in the clouds, shining on the annihilated dust in that place.

Only then did a black figure rush from afar.

With tears streaming down my face, I watched Cen Qianshan, who used to be fierce and cold-hearted, stumble around, fall a few times, crawl on the ground to reach the ashes, and pick up the bones that turned to ashes with shaking hands.

Even a neighbor like me couldn't help but shed tears for the death of the Mu family.

But I didn't see him shed a single tear at that time.

The young man who loved his master hurriedly and stubbornly carefully collected all the ashes into a bag, and then hurriedly began to look for the puppet fragments scattered on the ground.

I really couldn't bear to see him like this, so I tried to coax and coax the desperate Cen Qianshan back to his home.

He almost couldn't open the door to their house because he was too sluggish.

On the table in the room, there is a storage bag neatly placed, with half a page of letterhead underneath it, with only a few words from Mr. Mu on it:

If you don't come back, I'll leave all this to my disciples, I hope you'll cherish them.

Cen Qianshan trembled with his arms and dumped the storage bag upside down with a crash. The secret books of exercises and magic weapons and spiritual stones were all spilled on the floor.

Even though I am an outsider, I can't help but feel sad when I see this situation, let alone the sentimental mountain?

Several days passed, and the room next door was still dark and motionless.

Mother sighed, put a few hot buns and a pot of soup in a basket and stuffed them into my arms, urging me to go and have a look.

I entered the house with no lights on. The situation in the house was still the same as when I left that day. Spiritual stones and treasures were scattered all over the floor. Cen Qianshan sat on the threshold with his eyes blankly, holding the bag containing the ashes in his hand.

His eyes are blue and black, his lips are porcelain white, and he is neither crying nor fussing.

I think he doesn't want to live anymore.

I racked my brains and talked to him a lot, but he didn't listen to a word.

Until I remembered that there is a secret technique of summoning souls in this world, telling him that if he can obtain it, he can gather the ghosts of the dead, help them cultivate the body of the bardo, cultivate the ghost path, and continue their destiny.

After hearing this, Cen Qianshan's eyes gradually became brighter and he was willing to start eating the buns I brought.

He had been hungry for a long time and ate too quickly, so he quickly ran out and vomited again. Then he slowly walked back and continued to stuff food into his mouth.

Alas, it makes me really sad to see him look like this. I would rather he be as cruel and vicious as before, beat me up for nothing, and pretend to be a white lotus in front of the Mu family, rather than looking like this ghost now

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To be continued...