Great Sui Guoshi

"Your daughter's face is like a sesame cake. She hasn't married yet at the age of [-]. Whoever is blind will fall in love with her..."

"There's always someone who is blind... Hey, you're looking for a fight!"

.....

Amidst the whispering conversation, Lu Liangsheng, who was standing behind the crowd, looked at the figure rolling all over the ground and howled. Just about to step forward to say a few words, he suddenly covered his forehead and felt a little dizzy. He felt dizzy. The voices that came were a little fuzzy.

"Brother, are you alright?" Lu Xiaoxian, who was beside her, noticed something strange about him, raised her face and asked.

Lu Liangsheng shook his head: "It's okay, it's bloody and uncomfortable, I'll walk around."

A little weak, from the doubtful eyes of my sister, I walked towards the house, stopped at the gate of the courtyard, leaned against the fence, and saw that the ground was rotating slightly.

"Won't you really catch the wind and cold?"

Shaking his head, resisting the discomfort, he turned around and walked out of the village. The voices of people gathered there and the screams of Lu Erlai could be heard vaguely behind him. In the staggering steps, Lu Liangsheng watched the winding and stretching under his feet. On the way to Qixia Mountain, something was on my mind.

.....It was fine yesterday...

Is it because of the use of two small alchemy?By the way... Master said that if one's cultivation is not deep, using spells indiscriminately will cause some damage to the body, can't it be this kind of thing?

While thinking wildly, he went up the mountain road before he knew it. Holding on to the trunk of the tree beside the road, he walked for a certain distance, turned around a hidden fork, and came to the mountain wall halfway up the mountain.

"Master..."

When he weakly yelled, he felt the ground tremble. In front of his sight, the boulder moved heavily on the prostrate ground, and the soil was pushed to one side, creating a gully.

Half of the hole was exposed, and there was a faint silhouette of someone coming out of it, walking towards him.

When a pair of steps came close to his line of sight, Lu Liangsheng only felt his body lighten, and his whole body was plunged into darkness. His mind was exhausted and a little disordered. He vaguely felt that he was led into the grotto by the master, and the boulder was rumbled back to its original position.

"Master..."

"Don't talk, you have only practiced for a few days, and you are using your spells indiscriminately. Fortunately, you came in time, otherwise your life will be in danger."

The short and simple conversation stopped, and the weak consciousness dimmed. When he woke up again, a slightly bitter smell filled the air. Liangsheng opened his eyes, the cave was warmly lit, and two small bookshelves were placed on the stone bed he was lying on. , facing inward against the wall, the old man was sitting on the opposite stone bench, looking at him, the small cauldron next to him made the sound of boiling.

Seeing Lu Liangsheng wake up, the old man took out the exquisite porcelain bowl without saying a word, and scooped out the soup from the cauldron.

"Drink it."

"Yes..." Lu Liangsheng propped himself up, his head was still aching, but he was not so drowsy anymore. He took the porcelain bowl handed over, and the soup was dark and sticky, and the bubbles burst out with residual heat, There is a disgusting smell.

Looking at the old man over there, he hesitated for a moment, held his breath, and drank the bowl of soup in one gulp. The bitterness and hotness flowed down his throat to his lower abdomen, almost making him vomit.

"Liangsheng, your character is simple and your heart is good enough. My teacher didn't explain it clearly to you before. Either you have practiced magic arts or you are a person who cultivates the Tao. Practice and life are the same, and you have to be classified into three, five, or nine grades. Now you are even an entry-level person. not on."

Lu Liangsheng sat there, holding the porcelain bowl, unable to express the bitterness in his mouth, so he could only quietly listen to the master's continuation.

"...But your talent and roots are very good. In a few days, you have reached the lower level of Qi training to open the alchemy. The soup and medicine that my teacher gave you just now can not only calm your injuries, but also help you break through the threshold to open the alchemy. You have stepped into the door of cultivation."

"Practice Qi?"

The old man got up and took the porcelain bowl from the young man. Finally, there was a trace of expression on his face, and he smiled: "There are two ways to practice Qi. The lower one is called Kaidan, and the middle one is called Jutian. , Nascent Soul... Every realm has two small realms, and the long road to cultivation is difficult for ordinary people, and it is also difficult for people in the sect to find."

Putting down the porcelain bowl, the old man sat back, and with a flick of his robe sleeves, the boulder outside slowly opened.

"It's not too early, go back earlier, don't worry your parents, come back after your injury improves, and help you break through the Kaidan small realm as a teacher."

"Oh."

For the few words that the master said, Lu Liangsheng couldn't figure it out for a while, so he saluted the old man respectfully, and then slowly withdrew from here.

rumbling...

The boulder was closed again, and in the grotto that was covered little by little, the corner of the old man's mouth suddenly opened, a smear of scarlet popped out, and then retracted.

On the wide sleeves, there was a black bump on the wrist, which was instantly covered by the old man.

"Okay...it's time to pick some mountain spirits and spiritual roots tonic...to add together..."

The boulder closed with a bang.

"...It should be able to repair the old man's injury."

A hoarse and low whisper echoed.

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Seeing the boulder close up and returning to its original appearance, and seeing the master inside, he saluted respectfully and walked down the mountain.

It was almost noon, and I thought he was unconscious for only three or four hours. His parents probably wouldn't look for him everywhere, but when he thought of Master, "He is injured and can save me..."

When I think of this, I may not be without warmth in my heart. At this time, my spirit has improved a lot. I look back at the direction covered by the bushes behind me, smiling at the sunshine.

After a while, I turned out of the mountain road and walked up the dirt road back to the village. I found that there were very few farmers in the field. When I arrived at the entrance of the village, only Lu Taigong was still sitting there basking in the sun.

"Grandpa, why is no one out to work today?"

Taigong Lu opened his eyes slightly, and smiled with his mouth missing a few teeth: "They all went to the ruined temple to see Lu Erlai's ugly face."

"Broken temple?" Lu Liangsheng frowned slightly, and looked in the direction of the east of the village with some doubts.

"How can a person have chicken feathers? It must be punished by the gods. Someone advised Lu Erlai to go to the ruined temple to worship the gods. Maybe he will be fine after begging for mercy, and the others will follow to watch the fun. "

On the hillside of the village east road towards Banli Road in Fushui County, passing a few covered trees, a dilapidated temple stands there. It has been abandoned for many years. On the collapsed half of the earth wall, weeds overgrown all around, the sculpture of the mountain god in the temple had a broken neck, and the head of the mud tire was crooked on the ground.

On weekdays, the villagers would rarely come here, and the occasional strange call of some kind of bird came out of the woods, which gave a rather eerie feeling.

The weeds were trampled neatly. When Lu Liangsheng came over, more than 40 villagers gathered outside the temple, looking inside, and some climbed up the earthen wall and rode on it.

in the temple.

Lu Erlai, whose whole body was covered with chicken feathers, was covered in blood at the moment, and kowtowed to the mountain god tremblingly on the ground.

Bah!

Bah!

Blood oozes from his forehead.

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Boom!

Boom!

.....

Lu Erlai, who was kneeling on his knees, raised his head and then knocked it down heavily, his forehead turned red for a moment.

"I beg Grandpa Mountain God to forgive... I beg Grandpa Mountain God to forgive... I dare not, I really dare not."

Compared with dizziness and dizziness, the itching all over his body was unbearable, and the severe pain of tearing off the chicken feathers was the most terrifying. For several hours, it almost made him feel that life would be worse than death.

The person who advised Lu Erlai before quickly said, "Maybe it will be good to confess your sins to the mountain god."

The bastard whose forehead touched the ground was also in a state of confusion at this moment.

"Grandfather of the Mountain God, the second person is wrong... I will not dare to sneak around or moles the women of other families... I beg you to be merciful and let me go this time."

"Admit it, Grandpa Mountain God, punish him for another two days!!" A voice from the crowd watching outside shouted.

There was also an elderly man among them, with beard and hair all stretched out, he raised his crutch and waved it twice: "You rascal finally admitted that the good crops in my field were ruined by you rascal!!"

The children of the old man's family had already rushed in, according to Lu Erlai's punches and kicks, and then he was pulled away by the person who gave the idea in the temple. Outside, the villagers who were often taken advantage of by Lu Erlai rushed in, wanting to come in .

Lu Erlai was slapped with nosebleeds, his right cheek was swollen, he yelled "Ah!", and kowtowed to them. He was a rascal who bullied the weak and feared the hard, so he was naturally flustered and frightened, with tears and snot in his nose. His face was blurred, and he kowtowed to make amends.

"Don't hit me...please...please..."

Immediately, he turned over and lay down on the ground, scratching his neck and chest crazily again, tearing out large pieces of chicken feathers, the bloody flesh made one's heart palpitate.

Standing in the crowd, Lu Liangsheng was looking at the writhing and howling figure. Before, he felt that the hair-plucking technique was just a kind of punishment that was extremely itchy, but now he felt that the real punishment was the uncontrollable itching. Pulling out the chicken feathers on the body, that kind of severe pain.

"A small sect's technique is like this, but at the master's level, I'm afraid it's even more terrifying..."

After thinking for a moment, Lu Erlai, who was rolling over there, suddenly stopped moving, and someone shouted loudly: "Look, the chicken feathers on Erlai's body are starting to disappear!"

Lu Liangsheng recovered from his thoughts, and in his eyes, Lu Erlai moaned vaguely on the ground, and the chicken feathers on his neck, chest, and arms were retracted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It doesn't mean that it will take a few days to recover..." Liang Sheng looked over the crowd and looked at the neckless mountain god statue on the altar directly behind the temple.

"...Mountain God?"

Immediately, he shook his head: "It's probably not, maybe my cultivation base is too low to maintain this little technique for two or three days, it should be like this."

His eyes fell on a long broken plaque not far from the crowd, and he wiped away the thick dust on it, revealing a few large characters.

Brilliant... Brilliant... Xiaguang dwells for thousands of years...

"This is the inscription in the temple...is there still half of it?"

Over there, the chicken feathers all over his body receded, and Lu Erlai was also helped up by the kind-hearted fellow villagers, and sent home, and there were people around to smooth things over: "Today's matter, even if it's over, it's all from the same village, as long as he knows it's wrong You can’t really beat people to death.”

Some also shouted: "If you kill him, can the government still catch us all?"

"That's right, if I knew it earlier, I would be the first to rush in and give this Lai Han a punch."

"Forget it, forget it, Grandpa Mountain God let him go, let's break up too, we are still relatives, really beat him to death, let other village laugh."

"Who is joking, fight together!"

That's what the fierce words said, but the footsteps of the people still moved out. Although the people in the mountains are fierce, they really beat people to death. After all, they feel unlucky if they get involved in a life lawsuit, and they might have to have their heads killed. Afterwards, they left in twos and threes, followed by Lu Laoshi, Li Jinhua, and Lu Xiaoxian who were watching the excitement, and said to Liangsheng: "Go home." They talked excitedly about today's matter while walking.

The dilapidated mountain temple gradually became quiet again, and the flying birds came back and stood on the branches, looking at the lonely shadows that hadn't left.

Lu Liangsheng stood alone in front of the abandoned temple.

Turning around in a circle, I finally found the other half of the long plaque, on which was the remaining inscription:  ….

I thought of something to pay back to Master before, but I didn't have anything at home. I happened to see a good inscription in the temple, and the handwriting I wrote was also quite beautiful... Well... At least that's what Lu Xiaoxian said.

After writing down the inscription, Lu Liangsheng followed the way he had come, caught up with his parents and younger sister who had traveled a long way, and returned home together, practicing according to the formulas taught by his master as always.

For two or three days, that Lu Erlai didn't hang around in the village anymore, and even if he happened to meet him, he avoided it far away. Li Jinhua led the old donkey around the village, showing off everywhere, and Lu Laoshi found all the wood and sat on the eaves. Think about how to get the frame.

In the room, Lu Xiaoxian curiously followed her elder brother, "Brother, do you want to write?"

"Ah."

Lu Liangsheng knocked off the graphite a little, put it in a small dish, mixed it with some water, rubbed it lightly for a while, poured some water into the prepared rabbit hair brush, and kneaded it. This is the process of starting the brush. This is what I saw the old man who wrote for others when I was young.

Xiaoxian saw the opportunity to help, and cut a piece of paper from the blank book for her brother, so as not to stain the clean white paper, she smoothed it with her cuff.

Lu Liangsheng picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink, concentrated, and then wrote.

A coherent inscription is written one stroke at a time: the brilliant light dwells for thousands of years, and the mighty power of the gods shakes the universe!

Putting down the brush, picked up the paper with writing on it and blew on it, "Xiaoxian, how about the word brother?"

"It's so beautiful...Brother, can you draw a small fish for Xiaoxian?"

Xiaoxian is illiterate, and can't understand what it means. Anyway, she thinks that her brother is very powerful. When she wrote like a dragon before, she thought she was dazzled, and vaguely, she seemed to see a faint light blooming on the pen.

In fact, it was the young man who unknowingly used superficial mana.

The handwriting that was almost dry was put away and folded neatly, Lu Liangsheng pinched his sister's cheek: "Not now, wait for brother to come back and draw for you, stay at home."

"Oh."

The little girl shook her braids and sent her brother out of the room. She sat on a low stool under the eaves sullenly and propped her chin to watch Lu Laoshi on the other side ping-pong the wood.

Outside the village, a young man walking briskly on the muddy path in the field touched the inscription in his arms, feeling very energetic. This was the first time he had written a good handwriting, it was quite meaningful, and it was also a gift to the master.

When we came to the boulder at the bottom of the cliff, before we could open our mouth, the big boulder was slowly opened, revealing the grotto behind. Lu Liangsheng walked in, and the flames were burning. On it stood a big cauldron with two people hugging each other, floating on the warm water. Something, emitting a faint fragrance.

The old man with his back turned back waved his wide sleeves.

"Liangsheng, take off your underwear, shoes and socks, and sit in the cauldron."

Lu Liangsheng was stunned: "Sit in?"

"That's right, sit in and become a teacher three days ago, didn't you say that I will help you break through Kaidan..." The figure with his back facing the mountain wall, on the stone platform in front are strange plants, rhizomes , and some bloody pieces of meat.

"...The heat, the food...the elixir are all ready, let's go in quickly."

In the shadow with his back to the firelight, the old man could not see any expression.

Chapter 8 Tastes Good