Great Sui Guoshi

"It's gone..."

"Did you misread it? This seems to be the place where the guardian of the country is, and no one else can go in."

"Then... look elsewhere."

Several guards with knives looked around for a while, then went to check elsewhere.

There was a brightly lit attic, and the lantern hanging under the eaves flickered. Amidst the light, a black shadow moved up against the wall, slipped in through the window, and turned into a puff of smoke into the old monk's back.

"Lu Liangsheng!"

Pudu Cihang opened his eyes, and a ghastly voice came out of his lips, and the windows were shaking. Not long after, a maid in a black robe spoke outside the door.

"Reporting to Fa Zhang, among all the civil and military officials, one person is missing."

"Who?"

"Min Changwen."

"Send someone to arrest him and bring him back. I will personally relieve the hostility in him."

.......

In the bedroom of the East Palace, the lights were lit up again.

Chen Jing's face was covered with sweat, panting heavily, his panicked eyes wandered, and he glanced at the guards standing around with knives, his eyes finally fell on a piece of Pisces with pearls on the ground.

"This is Mr. Lu's jade pendant, it just saved me..."

As soon as the whisper came out, the jade pendant made a soft bang, as if it had completed its mission, it broke in two in front of everyone.

The mana above dissipates.

Hundreds of miles away to the south, among the mountains surrounded by night, in the small courtyard of the mountain village, the sleeping young man suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and looked towards the north facing the window lattice.

"Hahahaha..."

On one side of the pillow, the sleeping Toad Taoist Toad opened and closed his mouth and snored. Frog webs scratched his white belly, sat up, saw the figure standing in front of the window, yawned, and smacked his lips.

"Liangsheng, what's the matter?"

"That centipede has made a move."

Lu Liangsheng said softly, and waved his hand to brush the oil lamp on the desk, and the big flame ignited to illuminate the whole room, and he picked up the unfinished painting.

In the picture scroll on the wall, Nie Honglian poked her head out, rubbed her eyes, looked curiously at the scholar who set up an easel in the room, and floated to sit next to Taoist Ha.

"Master Toad, what are you going to do, Young Master?"

Toad yawned again and lay down, turned over his stomach, and waved his frog webs: "Get ready to fight that little centipede... sleep and sleep."

"Oh." Hong Lian got up and walked gently to the desk, helping to grind the ink, the scholar over there tore off the white cloth that covered it, and hung it to the end of the bed.

Lu Liangsheng sat down in front of the painting, even though he felt uneasy, but the distance is too far, it doesn't help, he whispered "Young master." Hong Lian handed over the brush and inkstone.

He took a breath, suppressed his irritability, reached out to take the wolf hair, dipped it in ink, and continued to write on "The Burial of Souls in Hell", embellishing the details of the background.

It is different from painting with mana before.

This time, Lu Liangsheng infiltrated his spirit and magic power into the painting almost every stroke, as if he was in a small world inside his body.

In the dark red sticky blood river, the green and tender grass was wiped away, and instead, strange-shaped stones were added, waving to the dry forest in the distance, and a dead bird with bald hair and blood eyes stood on the top of the tree, neighing.

'Ghosts! '

Lu Liangsheng stretched out his wide sleeves with his fingers, and drew the 'ghost' script in the air. Thinking in his heart, the wind howled and blew in bursts. As the chill gathered, the bloody yellow soil on the ground swelled up little by little, and the densely packed arms and heads broke through the ground. out.

"Hiss... roar..."

"Woooo..."

Withered trees, old forests, and ghosts cried endlessly, and empty silhouettes floated out of it, floating around Lu Liangsheng, and the wind was blowing...

'It's time for the next step. '

Resisting the discomfort as if he was in the underworld, Lu Liangsheng's fingers speeded up, one by one seal characters appeared in the air, and flew into the hands of mutilated evil spirits, skeletons, and ghosts. something out of the ordinary.

— musical instruments.

Suona, gong, cymbal, snare drum, flute, pipa...

"It's done."

Lu Liangsheng let out a foul breath, and his consciousness returned to the room. I don't know how long it has passed, and the sky outside has become bright.

The scholar put down his pen and looked at the evil ghost skeletons holding various musical instruments on the painting. With a flick of his finger, mana flew into the painting for a moment!

The dark clouds in the painting moved away, and in the light of the red blood sun, the dead tree strange bird spread its wings and neighed, flying away from the branches and circling in the air.

The dense crowd of skeletons and ghosts howled, raised the instrument in their hands, and... blew it.

The sad sad music came from the painting and rang in the room. The Toad Taoist in his sleep seemed to recall the past, and suddenly cried out.

Hong Lian covered her ears, quickly floated into the painting, stretched out her hand to grab the lower end of the painting, pulled it up, and rolled up the whole painting with a swish.

A sad and mournful voice came out of the room, as if enchanting the mind, there was a crash from the roof, and the Taoist rolled and crawled down from the roof, staggering in the courtyard.

Seeing this scene, Lu Liangsheng hastily withdrew his mana from the painting, the underworld in the painting stopped, and the sad and disturbing vocal music also stopped abruptly.

Taoist Toad on the bed opened his eyes, sat up, blinked in confusion, and touched the corners of his eyes.

"Why is the old man crying..."

Hurry up and wipe off the tears with the web, so that people can see, isn't it a joke old man!

The Taoist in the courtyard also looked around in confusion, and somehow he came to the courtyard, raised his eyes to look at the roof, and broke out in a cold sweat.

..... Old mother of Yueer, do you have nocturnal excursions?

In the other two rooms, Li Jinhua came out wearing a dress, saw the Taoist in the courtyard, and asked:

"Which family is dead?"

Lu Laoshi followed behind, sticking his head out from the door frame: "How much do you like?"

.......

In the room, Lu Liangsheng calmed down, the vocal music on the painting did not affect him in any way, but he was a little horrified when he painted this painting for the first time.

"Golden Core Qi exerts a little mana, is there such a power?"

If it is performed, it may really be able to compete with the priest's life-threatening mantra. By the way, painting alone is not enough.

Thinking of this, Lu Liangsheng picked up the scroll and blew on it. The ink dried instantly, and he rolled it up quickly in his hands. He said to the parents in the yard: "I have something to go out for a walk." After leaving the fenced courtyard, I went up to Qixia Mountain in the west of the village in one breath.

Saluting his teacher's tombstone, avoiding the eight magic swords that were still resonating, Lu Liangsheng walked to the old pine, shook his sleeves in the wind, and bowed down with the picture scroll in his hands.

"Lend you two branches for use, and I will return them when the opportunity comes in the future."

In the mountain wind, the old pine swayed its branches and leaves gently, rustling softly, and the leaves fluttered around the bowed scholar like snowflakes.

slap... slap...

With two crisp sounds in succession, two pine branches dragged their leaves and fell in front of the scholar.

This old pine has been standing on the cliff of Qixia Mountain for hundreds of years. When Taigong Lu was a child, the old pine looked like this. What's more, it is Lu Liangsheng's expectation that the aura of this place will make the century-old tree have a little consciousness. among.

"Grateful!"

After giving another gift, Lu Liangsheng picked up the pine branches on the ground, wiped the thin leaves of the side branches with his fingers, and removed the excess branches, and then spread them out in the palm of his hand. The two pine branches spun out of thin air, and the rough bark on them peeled off inch by inch. Clean, the scholar unscrewed the round ends at both ends, and threaded them up and down the scroll to become a scroll.

"It's almost there, but it's a pity that it's not a magical weapon..."

Lu Liangsheng tossed it in his hands: "First deal with that centipede."

Chapter 176 What You Want Is Fate

Lu Liangsheng was quite satisfied with the first magic weapon. Although it was specially designed to deal with Purdue Cihang, it would be extremely effective at other times. As long as the other party has hearing, it would inevitably be affected.

"I don't know, maybe it's too dark."

This kind of thing can only be known in the future. At this moment, the sky has already brightened, and the mountain village below gradually has people's voices. In the distance, the rooster crows loudly, echoing in the mountains.

Oh... oh oh oh... oh——

The sun pierced through the sea of ​​clouds and shone over, spilling a piece of gold. Lu Liangsheng tied the painting "The Burial of Souls in the Underworld" and hung it on his waist before walking towards the eight magic swords that were still resonating.

The swords are different, and the spirits on each sword are different. It is difficult for Lu Liangsheng to integrate into the Moon Misty Sword in the middle.

Go to the refining circle and sit down, while running the righteous way of heaven and earth, while observing the seven swords surrounding the moon, the consciousness is like wandering, strolling around on each sword, the original master who refined these swords, They all endow these dharma swords with different auras, and it is indeed somewhat...

Snapped!

Just as Lu Liangsheng thought that it would be very difficult, one of the magic powers of the formation was broken over there. The moment he frowned, the other normal lines were also broken one by one. It fell to the ground a few times.

"Seven days' work seems to be wasted."

Sighing, the scholar got up and went to pick up Yue Hao, and checked it. Fortunately, the sword body and the spirit inside the sword were not affected.

'Go back and flip through the book to see if there is anything missing. '

There is no need to take the dharma swords back. Lu Liangsheng waved them and inserted them into the nearby giant rocks, tidied them up. Anyway, he missed the time for breakfast. He walked down the mountain slowly and returned to the village, but there were many people gathered.

The busy season of farming is over, the old and the young in the village hold together, Taigong Lu sits on a chair, drowsily basking in the sun, not far away there are still some bowls, squatting on the ground, eating noodles, eating big cakes, listening to Everyone chatting.

"Did you hear that early this morning?" "Oh, I heard that. I thought Grandpa Lu was dead, and I prepared the whole village for dinner, but nothing happened."

"Then who played it? It's unlucky to hear this sound so early in the morning."

"Hey, Liangsheng is here, ask him and he might know."

A group of old and young men in the village, women and children with big arms and round waists saw the scholar coming back from the outside, and greeted him one by one. Even Lu Pan, who was squatting not far away eating noodles, stood up.

You must know that the good days in Lujia Village these years were all brought by this scholar, and even smashed the Emperor's Golden Palace, which is even more remarkable.

"Liangsheng went to Qixia Mountain again."

"You woman can't speak, so don't say it. Our Liangsheng's master is practicing on the mountain, so he must go."

"By the way, Liangsheng, what's the matter with that voice this morning, it sounds weird, what's the matter, can you tell everyone?"

Everyone likes to gossip and listen to new things. Lu Liangsheng doesn't mind, but likes this kind of intimate talk. Anyway, everyone in the village knows the basics, and they all know that he knows the way, so he seems relaxed when speaking.

"It's nothing, it's just that the spell made something, and it's all right now."

After replying, and chatting for a while, Lu Liangsheng went over to Taigong Lu who was basking in the sun, and gave the old man a pulse. The old man opened his eyes and looked at the young man squatting in front of him, his eyes glaring.

"Which thief are you, dare to test in front of this general!"

On the opposite side, Lu Liangsheng withdrew his fingers and replied with a smile: "This general is Northern Zhou Yang Jian."

There is nothing serious about the old man's health, but he is a little confused now. If he goes out and walks a few feet away, he will forget his way home.

"Yang Jian, who is Yang Jian?" Taigong Lu tilted his head and blinked in confusion, "Hey... why am I here?"

Standing up with a cane, he walked around slowly.

"What about my house?"

Lu Liangsheng laughed a bit. Anyway, there are many people here, and someone will send Grandpa Lu back later. Lu Pan just came over after breakfast, wiped the oil soup left on his mouth, and followed behind his nephew. Slap your chest.

"Liangsheng, the eight of us have practiced for four years according to what you taught, and the leader of the trail couldn't move us. Once I went into the mountain and met a lone wolf. Guess what, that tooth couldn't even touch me. I couldn't even bite through the skin, so I just threw it up and flew two feet high... Do you want to teach me something else? Or find something for us to do?"

The scholar who was walking in front stopped, and his expression froze for a moment.

Even Taoists can't move them?

... These eight elders may not be practicing every day. When Lu Liangsheng turned his head, Lu Pan shook his shoulders, opened his chest, and his two towering chest muscles twitched from side to side.

Lu Liangsheng: "..."

It seems that I really need to find something for them to do, otherwise if I continue to practice, I am afraid that I will make mistakes in the practice.

On the way back to the fenced courtyard, I asked Lu Pan to put on his clothes first, and suddenly thought of the enchantment outside.

"How about it, Uncle Pan, I put paintings on Xiaoquan Mountain and two other nearby hills, and you all go over there to watch for an hour or two every day, so that no one will take them off."

"well."

Lu Pan rubbed his rough hands and nodded excitedly, resigned from his nephew, and went to find the other seven people. On the way, he met the old man and asked him why he came here. The old man pointed to the fence wall in front of which morning glories bloomed.

"Go and see."

In the small courtyard in the past, the Taoist punched indiscriminately under the old tree in the courtyard, yawned and sat on the stool, and when he saw Lu Liangsheng coming back, he smiled.