Great Sui Guoshi

"Let's go!!"

It was to leave with Min Yuerou and the other seven people, um... He couldn't ride a horse, so he resorted to escapism, followed behind, and went to the road down the mountain in the distance in the blink of an eye.

Seeing a group of people disappearing from sight, everyone in the village dispersed in twos and threes. Among the dispersed crowd, a disheveled old man stood there with a wooden stick.

"Hey...Which one of you shows kindness and sends me back to Fushui County..."

However, no one paid him any attention.

Lu Liangsheng, who was about to leave, stopped and his eyes fell on the old man.

"Wang Banxian?"

As if hearing that someone finally recognized him, Wang Banzai nodded slightly, raised his face, a strand of goatee fluttered in the wind, poked the stick closer to the voice, and replied in a straight-forward manner.

"It's the old man."

After a few slow steps, he stopped suddenly, and Wang Banyan was stunned.

...Is this the practice of Taoism? !

Over there, Lu Liangsheng naturally knew this person. He met him for the first time when he went to Fushui County with his father to buy old donkeys and pens. Later, he also met him once at Chen Yuanwai's house. Although he didn't talk to him, he still remembered his appearance.

"What's going on, old man..."

Before the scholar finished speaking, the old man across from him threw the wooden stick aside and suddenly knelt down.

"Master, my disciple Wang Cheng'en is here to seek fate!"

Chapter 183 Going out, going to Beijing

Flying bees flew to the morning glory on the fence, the old tree in the yard swayed its branches in the midday sun, reflected in the swaying light spots of the water tank, and the sound of honest words came from the kitchen opposite.

"I also have a slight reputation in Fushui County. All the gentlemen and women in the city know my name. I called you on the street back then... By the way, what happened to the Chen family four years ago, I also know my name." Those who were present were Chen Yuanwai who personally asked the old man to get rid of ghosts..."

In the half-open kitchen, an oil lamp was placed at the corner of the stove. Lu Laoshi was a gentle person, when he heard the old man on the side talking about bringing Liangsheng out to buy pens, he just smiled and passed the firewood into the stove.

On the other side of the stove, the woman who was cooking the vegetables glanced suspiciously.

"Then what are you doing at my house?"

Two steps away from the door and under the wall, Wang Banyan leaned against the wall and stroked his beard and nodded slightly. Looking at the blackened beams, he chuckled softly twice.

"The old man has also learned the skills of observing people's popularity and astrology, and learned that I have a fate with your son..."

Before saying this, Li Jinhua, who was holding the spatula, frowned. Even Lu Laoshi opened his mouth slightly, and forgot to pass the firewood into the stove.

'Is this to take my good student as a disciple? '

squeak...

The door of the kitchen room opened, and a scholar in a green robe and white clothes came in. The wall on the other side said: "Fate" Wang Banxia stood upright in a hurry, and then bowed his hands.

"Cheng'en, pay homage to Master."

Uh……

The spatula in Li Jinhua's hand fell into the pot with a bang. Over there, Lu Liangsheng put a handful of washed vegetables on the stove, hooked his fingers, took the spatula out of the pot, and put it in his mother's hand. Get out of the kitchen.

"I haven't said to accept you as an apprentice, and you are so old, it's not appropriate to be a teacher."

"Master, this is wrong, I'm only 55, I just look old."

Wang Banzai chattered and followed, followed the sound and walked under the eaves, and stood at the door of the scholar, his old face full of wrinkles from smiling.

"...Moreover, when it comes to cultivating the Tao, those who have achieved it are seniors, and it has nothing to do with age."

This old man really talked a lot, and he was thick-skinned...Lu Liangsheng couldn't do anything about him, so he muttered a lot, and in his spare time, he took out the old books to clean the dust, and put them in one by one. The bookshelf will be going on a long trip in a few days, and I don't know how much dust it will accumulate.

"Master, do you know that when I was in Fushui County, I called my father to stop me, because I found out that Master was very powerful at the time, and he was very immortal."

In the blurred vision, I can vaguely see the shadow of the scholar in the room busy, slowly coming in by touching the door and the wall.

"Master is really a hardworking person, but do you need my help? Actually, I don't know anything else. I still know a little bit about the art of observing qi, otherwise how could I stop my father that day? Isn't it because the master's grandeur is in... "

Flipping a sentence, his fingertips suddenly touched the paper hanging on the wall, and suddenly "Ouch—" Lu Liangsheng turned his face to take a look, only to see Hong Lian's fingernails stretched out to poke him.

I couldn't help but smiled, and continued to tidy up.

"Don't make trouble, Hong Lian, he can't see the road clearly, if he stumbles, he can only live here for the rest of his life."

"Hmph, half-blind, I was so scared by my concubine back then, I was as timid as a mouse."

Hong Lian retracted her nails into the painting, then floated out of her whole body, and landed gently on the ground. The cold air made Wang Ban blind tremble suddenly, and the familiar feeling returned to her body.

"Hey..."

Withdrew two steps, almost fell out the door, tremblingly looked into the room, and vaguely saw a beautiful figure floating in front of her.

'Goo~'

Couldn't help swallowing, and asked in a low voice, "Master, is the ghost in your room the one from Mr. Chen's family?"

"What do you say, old man?!"

Hong Lian seemed to be teasing him, and blew away a breath from afar, her gray beard and hair sticking to her face.

"That... that... Master." Wang Banzai swallowed hard, and bowed his hands: "Is this the teacher's wife?"

Hong Lian, who originally wanted to play tricks on the other side, was stunned for a moment, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she glanced at the scholar over there from the corner of her eye, hummed a little song and returned to the painting, swinging briskly on the swing.

Feeling the dissipation of ghost energy, Wang Banxia let out a light breath.

On the bed, Taoist Toad, who closed his eyes, opened his eyes and laughed: "Liangsheng, this old man is really interesting."

"Hey...Master, is there anyone else in your room?"

Wang Banyan didn't dare to be rash this time, so he stood outside the door and asked in a low voice. Lu Liangsheng, who was arranging the bookshelves, went to the Four Treasures of the Study and replied casually.

"That's my master."

"That's Shigong." Wang Banxia hurriedly arched his hands and bowed inward, "Don't blame Shigong, disciple Sun Chengen didn't know Shigong was inside, so he came in to greet you, old man."

The old man walked in slowly, not knowing that Taoist Toad was there, he sat up vaguely like a shadow on the bed, knelt down and kowtowed to salute, causing the eyes of the red and pitiful smile on the painting to bend into crescent moons.

The room was buzzing.

After lunch, in the slanting hot sun, Lu Laoshi drove his strong donkey into the donkey cart and went out to pull some firewood. Li Jinhua was worried about her husband's clumsiness, and hurriedly followed after wiping the water stains on her hands. He rushed to the private school with a small bag.

In the courtyard, Wang Banyan sat on a stone bench with a wooden stick beside him, listening to the cicadas.

"Master, it must be a person with a childlike face and white hair, with a fairy appearance and bones?"

On another stone bench next to him was a short and short Taoist Toad in a short jacket.

"Hehe... This old man is indeed like this. I think back in the past, when I rode through the clouds and fog and crossed the mountains and rivers, no matter whether I was cultivating Taoism or demons or ghosts, I would crawl to the ground when I saw this old man."

"Ah, Master said that, Cheng En already has a picture in his mind, and it is majestic. Cheng En can't help but think of Fushui County, those people who gather around the booth to ask for divination, it is really a grand scene..."

know...

Know……

The summer wind is warm, the annoying chirping of cicadas, the words of two old men blowing to each other, the sun pouring down, in the small courtyard, Lu Liangsheng is holding a scroll that has not been turned over for a long time, bathed in the light, carefully reading Notes from my teacher back then.

Occasionally, she reached out to take the tea that Hong Lian had brewed next to her, and took a sip.

rustle...

The courtyard is quiet, only the sound of old trees shaking their branches and leaves.

For three days in a row, Lu Liangsheng read books, practiced the Tao, and went up to the mountain to observe the situation of the moon. On the morning of the fourth day, the spirit was still stuck in the sixth spirit and stagnated.

"Should it need some spiritual refinement?"

He took back the Moon Misty Sword, withdrew from the sword formation, and went to the teacher's tomb to light incense candles and worship. At this time, it was only ten days before the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th.

Back at the foot of the mountain, the salutes were already done. The old donkey seemed to know that he was going to go out. He came back from the outside biting the rein, threw the rope on the ground, and jumped up and down beside the scholar excitedly.

Lu Laoshi moved the bookshelf out of the house and helped his son put the bookshelf and the rein on the old donkey. Li Jinhua checked his son's money with red eyes.

"There are still at home, don't treat yourself badly when you go outside, remember to come back during the Chinese New Year this year."

"Got it, mother."

Not as sad as he was when he went out for the first time, Lu Liangsheng tidied up and did not let his family and Lu Pan and others see him off. He led the old donkey to the entrance of the village, and suddenly remembered Wang Banyan. Looking back, the old man was standing The crowd waved at him.

"Master, go with peace of mind. Cheng'en has bad eyesight and bad legs, so I won't follow you!"

This old man, still don't give up, I'm afraid he will stay in Lujia Village and wait for me to come back.

Lu Liangsheng smiled, held up his wide sleeves and bowed to the villagers gathered at the entrance of the village, picked up the hanging rein, and led the old donkey who had long been impatient with hoof-planing and walked out on the road.

"Let's go!"

The scholar sat on the donkey's back, patted the donkey's butt lightly, and shouted at the bookshelf: "Master, sit still!"

In the compartment, Taoist Ha was rolling the tobacco leaves he had learned from Wang Chengen, and there was a small pipe next to him, when he heard the voice of his apprentice.

Toad's eyes suddenly widened: "What?"

Taoist Toad suddenly tilted his body, and then... his whole body flew horizontally, and slammed against the small wall of the cubicle, his tongue shot out, and the tobacco roll slipped from his webbed.

Hum ang huh——

The donkey brayed and screamed, lightning flashed under its hooves, and with a whooping sound, long smoke and dust rolled up on the dirt road and floated into the sky.

....

The white clouds are like fluff, and the long smoke rising from below spreads in different directions, going southwest to the border of Fulinzhou.

"Min Shangshu!"

The horse neighed, and Zuo Zhengyang, who was carrying four long knives, reined in the reins, and finally stopped the fleeing old man.

"Please follow Zuo Mou back to the capital, and please don't make it difficult for me."

Chapter 184

The morning light shines through the forest, and the birdsong stays in the ruined courtyard with mossy moss. In the sun, two groups of people hold their own weapons and confront each other inside and out.

"Min Shangshu."

The gate of the small courtyard was tilted, and on the horse at the gate, a figure in a blue robe with leather armor built in, threw off his cloak and got off the horse, stepped into the courtyard with blue-bottomed yellow-patterned boots and arched his hands.

The four broken long knives behind him reflected the morning light, and the forest was cold and snow-white, causing the seven guards inside to protect the old man with white hair in the middle and move back.

"Get out of the way, if you really want to resist, none of you can stop him."

Min Changwen pressed a guard's shoulder, pursed his lips, separated the guards and walked out, shook his wide sleeves and saluted.

"Zuo Qianwei, long time no see."

Over there, Zuo Zhengyang raised his hand and told his subordinates to put away the swordsmen behind him, he also breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the swordsmen don't face each other, the best result will be the best result.

The two looked at each other for a while, but Zuo Zhengyang still spoke first.

"Min Shangshu, you are a member of the imperial court. Why did you suddenly abandon the capital and make His Majesty angry? Zuo knows you well, and would never do such a thing."

Amidst the sound of weapons being unsheathed, Min Changwen nodded, stretched out his hand and invited him to sit on a stone bench beside him, sighed, and looked up at the mossy tree.

"Zuo Qianwei, you also know that there are evil spirits running rampant in this world, right?"

"I know, when I met a monster at night outside Zhou Zhen's mansion, Zuo cut off a fox's tail with his own hands." Zuo Zhengyang put the thin knife at his waist to the corner of the table, stopped his hand, and suddenly looked at the old man opposite .

"Min Shangshu means that there are monsters in the capital, so you have no choice but to escape from the city?"

The old man remembered the movement of that night, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Many, Mr. Gong, Shangshu of the Ministry of Household Affairs, has met with unexpected events."

Zuo Zhengyang frowned, stood up suddenly, glanced at the two groups of people who were vigilant with each other, waved his hands away, but lowered his voice.

"Impossible. When Zuo went out of Beijing, he saw Mr. Gong going to court."

"Then you think the old man lied to you?" The old man stood up and looked at him without wave, "Zuo Qianwei and the old man have known each other for many years, but have you ever seen me standing upright?!"

Seeing the old man's tone and expression, Zuo Zhengyang clenched his fists for a while, then nodded.

"I believe in Min Shangshu!"