Great Sui Guoshi

"Confucianism……"

moment.

The moment the ink thread came into contact with the opponent's robe, it became as soft as a rope, bound him firmly, and fell to the high platform with the remaining strength.

Bang.

hit the ground hard.

The old donkey not far away stopped its hooves at the entrance of the stone steps, brushed its mane, and snorted heavily. Taoist Toad got up, kicked the donkey's hooves hard, and looked at the bound monk over there. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief, and grinned his mouth gloatingly.

"It doesn't feel good to be tied up...hahaha..."

Turning over the gourd on the back, stepping on the ground with flippers, dragging the long tongue that was thrown out of his mouth, he rushed over excitedly, jumped up to Zhu Ziyi's chest, and pointed the mouth of the gourd at Zhu Ziyi.

"The old man calls you, do you dare to agree?!"

"Toad demon?"

Zhu Ziyi quickly shut his mouth, turned his head, the dharma sword fell not far away, and he couldn't reach it at all, so he twisted his body vigorously and struggled, but he didn't open his mouth.

"He's his mother!"

Toad held the purple-gold and black-patterned gourd and turned its head over, its cheeks were bulging with round blisters.

"Toad demon should be called by you, a junior?!"

"Toad, what do you want to do..."

Zhu Ziyi opened his mouth quickly, and the round bottom of the gourd hit his face hard with a bang.

Bah!

Bah!

"Tell you not to speak, quack!"

The gourd was raised and then lowered, blood spattering.

.......

The movement from below did not affect the scholars on the high platform. The scroll was unfolded in his hands, spread out, and fell onto the tribute platform.

The green ink is touched on the white paper from the tip of the pen, the mana is poured, and the ink stains are extended, the mountains and fields are formed, and the grass and trees rise from the ground.

"I want the startling wind to come from the north and blow people's hearts."

"...and the cirrus and steam."

The tip of the pen follows the voice of the slightly opened mouth, outlining gusts of wind and rolling clouds.

On the city wall in the distance, the chaos continued from the rear, rushing to the quiet crowd in front, the woman holding the child was squeezed down, the child looked at the bloody mother in horror, crying loudly, in the crowd, there was a wind blowing, Dust filled the sky.

Many people raised their arms to cover their mouths and noses, shouting one after another.

"It's so windy..." "What's going on?" "Don't squeeze, I stepped on someone."

"Everyone, don't believe the words of the dog officer in the city..."

There were many different voices, and at this moment, a loud bang exploded in the night sky, and the originally noisy and chaotic movement was completely quiet.

"God, open your eyes and look at the people below..."

On the top of the city, the magistrate holding a half-truncated sword cried out, his official robe fluttering in the wind, his beard fluttering, he lifted his round face to look at the dark sky, and there was a blue-white lightning flashed in his eyes.

"This... this is..."

Boom, another thunderclap rolled across the sky, and lightning flashed through the clouds, illuminating the earth, and showing startled faces. "It's Ray..."

"It's thundering."

Then, heart-piercing cries broke out in the crowd.

"It's thundering! God finally opened his eyes—"

On the begging platform, the tip of the pen was still wandering, and countless crying words came from my ears. Every time I wrote a pen, the clouds in the night sky spread and rolled, and the thunder and lightning struck down.

Under the blue and white light, the scholar's robe fluttered up, and little by little bright red slipped across the mouth and nose, dripping on the scroll.

next...

Lu Liangsheng took a breath, and suddenly grasped the pen holder with both hands, as if some invisible force prevented him from falling.

"...I don't care about being a fairy..."

"It's not rare to be an official...I live in the world, I just want...just..."

The tip of the pen fell little by little, rain clouds rolled up, lightning flashed and thunder thundered, and the rain fell along the sky, nourishing the earth.

Lu Liangsheng pressed the brush and kept dropping embellished papers, blood oozed from his eye sockets and ears.

a moment.

In his hand, the picture scroll suddenly opened to the sky.

"I just hope that there will be fewer deaths here..."

……

Under the high platform, Taoist Toad, who was riding on Zhu Ziyi's face, stopped the gourd. Something fell from the sky and landed on the ground, emitting a wisp of white smoke.

"It's raining?"

Taoist Ha remembered what his apprentice had said before, and then realized... Thinking of this, he hurriedly jumped down and ran towards Qiuyu Terrace.

"This bad guy...you know you're about to be struck by lightning!" Toad shouted, looking at the scholar on the high platform.

Snapped….

clap clap clap...

Raindrops fell from the sky and fell on the people. Sun Yingxian and Fa Jing subconsciously raised their heads to look at the sky, and even the monks under Zhu Ziyi stopped their hands.

Someone wiped away the water stains on his face and murmured, "It's over..."

In his field of vision, white smoke rose from the long-dry land, which was a sign that Yin Huo was touched. Soon, the raindrops joined the sky and the earth, and the torrential rain fell.

clatter...

Countless victims of the disaster in the city reached out to hold the rainwater from the sky, looked at the high platform illuminated by lightning, and there was a lonely figure holding a picture scroll, crying loudly.

The dark figures knelt down one by one.

On the city floor.

The magistrate dropped the broken sword with a bang, raised his hands and bowed to the high platform.

"The magistrate of Liyang congratulates the people of Liangzhou on behalf of the people of Liangzhou, and thank you for your kindness of life!"

In the ground, the water mist was transpiring, and the toad stepped up the stone steps, galloping and shouting, the clouds above Lu Liangsheng's head swirled, and the blue-white electric light turned into fluorescent yellow and shimmered in the clouds.

"Good life!!"

Toad yelled loudly, and jumped up with a few steps away. The scholar over there staggered and turned his head, his nose, mouth, eyes and ears were all bloodstained, and he was still laughing.

"Master... I succeeded."

At this moment, there was a loud bang in the sky, thunder rumbled, and bright yellow lightning broke through the swirling clouds and struck down.

The jumping short figure also threw something out of his hand - a purple-gold and black-patterned gourd.

The moment Tianlei touched the gourd.

It was as if everything in the world was still for a moment at this moment, and then, the dazzling light was like a wave pushing away from the center of the rain platform, and the falling rain was twisted in an instant and stagnated for a while.

The entire high platform exploded inch by inch, and the masonry was shattered and scattered.

In the strong light, the figure of the scholar flew out and smashed in front of the crowd, forcing out a gully. His body and robes were scorched black, and he lay motionless on the ground.

Among the broken bricks not far away, Taoist Ha pushed away the wreckage and climbed out, looking at the apprentice in front of the crowd, his lips trembled slightly.

"Good life..."

"Son!!"

"Old Lu—"

Nie Honglian and Sun Yingxian were crying and rushing towards this side.

Zhu Ziyi, who had lost the shackles of mana, his face was covered with blood, and he looked like a middle-aged Confucian scholar. He picked up the magic sword on the ground and laughed out loud.

"Going against the sky... A mere little monk who established a foundation dares to go against the sky, hahaha—"

Behind him, the subordinates rushed to help him up.

Zhu Ziyi swept them away, raised his sword and pointed with a ferocious face: "Kill that scholar!"

They looked at each other and rushed down the hill. Just as they approached the motionless scholar on the ground, suddenly a little girl stood in the middle, stretched out her slender arms, looked at them tremblingly, and opened her arms timidly. Small mouth.

"You are not allowed to hurt big brother!"

"Step aside!"

"Put her aside."

The few monks stretched out their hands to grab them, and then stopped halfway. In the field of vision, old people, young people, and women moved their feet and stood cautiously, blocking the little girl, and then more and more people came out, separated by the middle , forming a thick human wall.

"Leave them alone, kill the scholar!"

Zhu Ziyi was still shouting.

call out.

An arrow was shot, powerlessly nailed several feet away.

"I'll see who dares to—"

On the tower, the fat magistrate found a sword from nowhere and held it in his hand.

"Those practitioners don't care about the safety of the common people, and dare to commit murder."

With a wave of the long sword, he pointed to the city.

"Soldier, go out of the city and meet Mr."

Chapter 1 Lu Liangsheng, a semi-demon, is still the kind who survived the catastrophe!

The arrow pierced through the rain curtain and nailed the few monks not far away.

Teams of soldiers and soldiers collided on the wall, and with the sound of "咵咵", they spread down the inner city. When the assembled soldiers and horses opened the city gate, the black victims outside protected the scorched scholars on the ground, forming a human wall to block them. There, the teeth kept knocking up and down, stubbornly refusing to move a step.

"Don't come near sir!"

The five monks on the opposite side were holding red-headed short sticks, neither going up nor retreating, standing there deadlocked.

"You...you..."

Zhu Ziyi covered his face, blood flowed down the back of his hands along his fingers, and walked in a panic, looking at these victims who were both scared and refused to leave, he felt indescribably complicated.

"Mr. Welcome—"

The gate of the city opened slowly, and the Fat Magistrate and his soldiers rushed out at this time. Amidst the shouts, Monk Fajing, who was far in the southwest of the city, broke free from the ring of fire due to the heavy rain, and ran towards this side.

"Fellow Daoist Lu!!!"

The fat on his face was shaking, and his eyes were wide open, as if King Kong was alive.

Zhu Ziyi gritted his teeth and glanced over there, pondering over and over like lightning in his heart, and forced out a sentence with difficulty.

"let's go."

With a wave of the magic sword, he led the retreating monks, and quickly disappeared into the night under the control of light-weight spells. More than a dozen people in the latter also sighed unwillingly, followed them away, and fled in a panic.

soon.

Outside the victims, teams of soldiers cleared the way to separate from the crowd, and the leader, the fat magistrate, clapped his hands around.

"Fellow folks, it's raining, the drought is over, and food will be available soon, so don't attack the city again."

Beside him, there was a general in the city pressing the handle of his knife, carefully guarding his surroundings.

Among the victims, an old man walked out slowly with a wooden stick, arched his hands and said softly to the prefect in front of him:

"Master Zhifu, let's not talk about whether there is any food in the city. You can bring your husband back to the city first, and ask the doctor to have a look."