Great Sui Guoshi

"Hehe...it is the teacher!"

Taoist Toad flicked his sleeves, and the stone table and bench around the scholar emerged, and the wine jug on the table rose by itself, and the wine poured out and poured into white jade cups.

On the side, Lu Liangsheng naturally felt the spells flowing in the air, but this kind of control over mana power was rarely seen among cultivators he had seen, even the female Pudu Cihang in the imperial city could hardly compare.

"Ha ha!"

Taoist Ha smiled and sat down on a stone bench, flicked the wine glass, and the glass slowly floated in front of the scholar, "What are you doing in a daze, sit down and drink with the teacher."

Over there, Lu Liangsheng didn't hesitate, reached out to take the half-empty cup, and took a sip.

The aroma of the wine was strong and tangy, the taste was pungent, and when it fell into the stomach, there was a rush of heat. This was not an illusion at all... When the scholar raised his eyes and looked at the master with some surprise, Taoist Toad stroked his beard and laughed.

"There are ten thousand ways of magic, and the way is interlinked. This jug is created by the magic power of the master, but the wine is taken from the good wine stored in the cave. The so-called practice can't go far with a single eye."

Following the meaning of the teaching, how could Lu Liangsheng fail to hear it, cultivated perception to go to the cave, led the wine jar placed in the cave, touched the glass with his fingertips, the wine that was originally half a glass short, slowly increased , However, after all, it was unskilled, and the water stains overflowed the cup and spilled on the ground.

"Haha! A good student can understand even a little bit. Although he is not proficient, he will work harder in the future."

After taking a full sip of the wine, Taoist Toad put down the white jade cup, waved his hand towards the bonfire, the dim yellow fire was bright, the end of the originally silent night seemed to have turned into dusk, and there were cranes singing in the distance, spreading their wings and flying past.

The rosy clouds infested the photos, and the old Panasonic, one old and one young, were caged in this sunset.

"Master, have you fully recovered from your injuries?" After clinking the rim of his glass with Taoist Hamo, the scholar asked after taking a sip.

Using mana so easily made Lu Liangsheng feel like the old man had returned to the peak period he once said. If so, he could return to Nanchen tomorrow.

"...only recovered a little."

Taoist Ha stroked his long beard, shook his round head, as if he could see what his apprentice was thinking, and said with a smile: "But it's enough to deal with that little centipede."

Immediately, he got up and walked away with his hands behind his hands, his eyes narrowed, revealing a cold light.

"Hmph, Hualong? In two days, my teacher will take you back through the clouds and fog, and go directly to the Imperial Palace of the Chen Dynasty, and see how my teacher can squeeze it to death with one hand and pull out the demon shell!"

"Two days later?"

Hearing his apprentice's doubts, Taoist Ha nodded and stroked his beard, looked at Shimen, his face turned away from his apprentice, a layer of purple smoke appeared.

"Yes, these two days, as a teacher, I want to find the thief who stole the treasures of my mansion. How can I not avenge this kind of revenge?!"

The scholar frowned, looking at the master's back, he felt a murderous intent.

"Master already knows who it is?"

"Hmph, for the restoration of the master's cave, how could the people who broke in that day not remember it?"

Taoist Ha restrained the purple smoke, turned his gaze back, and landed on Lu Liangsheng.

"The group of people you met in Heliangzhou was... They were the leader. As a teacher, I remembered that when I was a teacher, I was besieged and suffered many injuries. A middle-aged Taoist rescued me. , passed on some things to him, now that I think about it, this person relied on what was given to him by the teacher, and used the technique of searching for energy to find it. He found it here, and obtained the spiritual treasure pill that the teacher put outside, as well as some spell books."

These words directly hit He Liangzhou, so some doubts were explained in Lu Liangsheng's heart.

"Judging from He Liangzhou's incident, that Praying Fire Sect's spell actually got it from Master?"

The wind blew slowly, stroking the long snow-white beard, and the fat old man turned his head to look at his apprentice.

"Naturally..."

As soon as the words came out, Taoist Toad's round face suddenly froze, and the subject changed: "What's going on?!" Suddenly he touched his stomach, and there was a gurgling sound.

Over there, Lu Liangsheng only felt that the stone bench he was sitting on had become empty and solid, and he got up quickly, only to see smoke rising around Taoist Toad, and the scenery of the evening sunset also swayed.

"Master?"

The next moment, the smoke exploded and spread everywhere, and the setting sun, stone benches and tables, and jugs turned into pieces of starlight and shattered.

In the scholar's field of vision, it suddenly went dark, and he returned to the night again. The disconnected insects among the weeds came to his ears again, and the bonfire flickered, and a small pot was burning, and there was a sound of boiling.

Lu Liangsheng walked quickly to the permeating smoke, drove out his magic power and waved away the fog and dust, revealing a huge toad on the ground, staring at the oily eyes of the toad, straightening its two short legs and lowering its head in thought. The scholar looked over, clapped his webbed hands, and went straight past the scholar's knee side.

"What I said just now to pinch the centipede to death doesn't count."

The former Taoist Toad is back.

.......

The night was quiet, on the top of the mountain, the stars in the sky seemed to be close at hand, Lu Liangsheng yawned and lay beside the fire, watching the night behind the gap between the pine branches, and looking at Shimen from time to time.

"Why did Master change back again?"

Hong Lian brushed her long hair aside and turned her face sideways.

"Master Toad is the best way to do this. The aura before was so scary. I haven't seen anyone else yet, and my feeling is almost wiped out."

In the cave, a short and slightly bowed figure was illuminated by the quiet light, waving its fins and smashing things on the ground with a loud crackling sound.

"Where did I go wrong?" "Bi Qiniang's... has already used Long Hanzhu, why is it still useless?"

"Obviously it has mana...why can't it even maintain its human form for a long time?"

"Still ashamed in front of my disciples...to my mother!!!"

After a while, Taoist Toad sat down on the ground, threw the small roll of map on the ground dejectedly, kicked away with his webbed, propped his chin and looked at the messy 'Baoshan' and sighed.

"Fortunately, the old man can feel that the mana is still there...I will find out the problem later."

With a murmur, he got up from the ground, picked some things from a pile of instruments and elixir, beat them in his arms, carried them outside in layers, and piled them beside the fire.

Lu Liangsheng sat up and watched the master running back and forth several times like this, and moved a lot of strange things, red like stones on fire, bottles emitting cold air, long trees without roots that never wither...

Anyone who wanted to help was rejected, and then Taoist Ha used something to draw a talisman array in the open space.

"Good student, sit in front of the array."

Lu Liangsheng recalled the familiar scene, but this time he did not hesitate, left the range of the bonfire, walked to the talisman on the ground, and sat down cross-legged in the middle position.

Between the dim light of the fire and the darkness of the night, Daoist Ha kept putting the brought things into the corner of the formation without stopping.

"As a teacher, I will help you finish the advanced golden core stage. As for whether you can forge the golden core and survive the thunder disaster in the future, it depends on your own good luck."

The short figure wiped the sweat off his face and said softly.

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The stars stretched out, under the same night sky, beside the rushing long river, in the huge city named Chang'an.

In a certain mansion, inside the window lattice reflecting the firelight, someone opened a letter from a distant friend under the light.

"Brother Chongwen recommends who... um? Lu Liangsheng, Nanchen Gongshi..."

Chapter 135 Yang Yong and Yang Guang

The wind squeezed through the window gap, the oil lamp shook slightly, and the handwriting on the unfolded letter was like a sharp edge.

Enlighten my brother:

Chongwen has been ill recently, and it may be difficult for the Chang'an Autumn Literary Meeting to take place, so he wrote a letter and sent it to his brother's residence to express his apology.

In the light, the paper was stretched out in the hand. The believer was in his early thirties, with a beard and beard. When he saw this line of words, he couldn't help smiling.

"Chongwen is a sincere gentleman..."

Move your eyes down and continue to read word by word.

... My brother, can you hear the name of Nan Chen Lu Liangsheng?Before writing to my elder brother's family letter, I met this man at Shun Yuan's home. I saw him as gentle and elegant, benevolent and virtuous, and he was rarely full of talent and learning. My brother was in danger of being sneaky and misfortune, all thanks to Nan Chen Lu Liangsheng Only by helping each other can they save their lives.

But the person is not cheating and abducting the wandering rivers and lakes.

It has been heard that he is a tribute from Nanchen Xinjin Chunwei. He was humiliated by the faint emperor on the golden palace. He drove the giant to smash the golden palace and went to the north.

Brother Kaiming and younger brother are both literati, and literati cherish each other, how can they stand by and watch?

Brother, I don’t want such a talented and well-versed expert to be downcast, so I write letters with a brazen face. I know that my brother and the eldest son have a very good relationship, and I hope that my brother can discuss and recommend it to the eldest son...

"Nan Chen Gongshi, Lu Liangsheng? Heh...but he has the same surname as mine."

Lu Kaiming glanced at it again, and later said that the other party traveled to the Northern Zhou Dynasty and went to Chaoning Prefecture. Later, he might have the opportunity to come to Chang'an to see the capital city of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

"Hehe... Chongwen didn't come, but what he wanted was big. Anyway, Mr. Yang also has a good impression of literati and refined scholars, so it doesn't hurt to talk about it."

Smiling and shaking his head, he put away the letter and blew out the lights.

Early the next morning, Lu Kaiming took a shower and changed his clothes. He went out and got into the carriage.

"Go to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

After giving instructions to the coachman, the shaft of the carriage rolled slowly, and the carriage drove to the main street where the Baiguan Mansion House was located. When it arrived at the side gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, another person came over at the same time.

The two got out of the carriage and arched their hands at each other.

"Brother Kaiming!"

"Brother Cheng!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, we invite each other to walk into the side door. This mansion is where the prime minister Yang Jian lives. The two of them have no official positions, and they only have a good personal relationship with the prime minister's eldest son, Yang Yong, so they had to enter through the small door of the side courtyard. .

The two of them walked through the eaves, and they could hear chatter and laughter in the main hall of the North Campus from a distance. When Lu Kaiming passed by, there were already many literati gathered in the hall, discussing current affairs, or citing scriptures to debate some differences with each other.

Lu Kaiming walked around from the side, found a seat at random and sat down. The maid served tea, and the smell of warm tea wafted into his nose. He looked at the courtyard outside the door. Cicadas are slowly crawling over the moss-covered tree trunk.

Not long after, a figure strode towards this side, turned into the hall door and saw a middle-aged scholar sitting in a conspicuous position at the door, smiled and waved him not to be polite.

"sit down."

Lu Kaiming just got up to salute, and had no choice but to sit down while the other party was waving his hands.

"Lu Kaiming met the Eldest Young Master and Mr. Ming."

The old man who came in with Yang Yong was named Ming Kerang. He was over sixty years old and looked elegant in a long robe. It is said that he was a relic of the former dynasty and was proficient in etiquette, tortoise lottery, and calendar.

The old man nodded to him, and went straight to him without saying much. The literati present hurriedly saluted, holding his recent works, just to let the old man compare and comment.

"Enlightenment, why don't you go there?"

Yang Yong glanced at the grand occasion over there, took the teacup handed by the maid, sat down beside Lu Kaiming, and blew on the floating tea leaves.

"By the way, someone sent me a famous painting from Chaoning Prefecture yesterday, and it happened to be for you to taste."

After taking a sip of tea, he clapped his palms twice.

The servants waiting at the door came in with a long plate, and everyone in the hall stopped talking, and then gathered around to see that the red silk on it was uncovered, and it was a framed landscape painting of expressing love.

People around whispered and commented.

"Long water with solitary sails, the east of the river, the morning sun is just rising, what a beautiful mood!" "... If you want me to say, only the morning breeze forest can see the artistic conception. Can you see the direction in which the leaves are swaying? You can only see the subtleties True chapter!"

"That's right, you can still see monkey shadows in the forest, the painters really have superb brushwork."

Yang Yong is fond of literature and is good at poetry and prose. He doesn't know much about calligraphy and painting. Only when he first got this painting and let everyone comment on it can he see its value. It can also be hung in the master bedroom to show elegance, rather than throw it away in the corner to collect dust.

"Is it really as good as you say?"

Lu Kaiming also looked at it for a while, then nodded: "This painting must be written by everyone."

At this time, someone has already looked at the signature at the bottom of the painting.

"Lu Liangsheng... I don't seem to have heard of this name very much, does anyone of you know it?"

"Why does this name sound familiar?"

Hearing the word 'Lu Liangsheng', Lu Kaiming was stunned for a moment. The eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion turned around and was about to ask him, but seeing this expression, he couldn't help laughing and said: "This person is also surnamed Lu, isn't he an enlightened cousin?"

"It's not."

Here, Lu Kaiming hastily handed over his hands and confessed his guilt. Seeing someone looking over, he smiled to cover up his embarrassment just now.

"I was a little surprised when I heard the name. I received a letter from Shunyuan Wang Chongwen last night, which happened to mention a Southern Chen Gongshi named Lu Liangsheng."

Originally, I was thinking about how to recommend this, but now I just pushed the boat along the way, thinking about words in my mind, and then, Lu Kaiming continued:

"Everyone, have you heard that something happened at Nan Chen's side? The foolish king of the Southern Dynasty who only knew how to enjoy himself humiliated a tribute in the palace, and finally the Golden Luan Palace was smashed."

A group of literati looked at each other in blank dismay, and someone tentatively asked, "Could it be this Lu Liangsheng?"

"Of course!"

Lu Kaiming responded, looked at the eldest son, and bowed his hands slightly: "Wang Chongwen mentioned in the letter that this man is quite talented and knowledgeable, and he is also proficient in ghosts and gods. , almost the whole city knows about it, and it will embarrass Nanchen Hunjun!"

Hahaha--

All the people present were literati of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and they were in a bold and unrestrained mood. When they heard that the imperial court of the other country in the south had suffered, they all burst into laughter.

Even the unsmiling Ming Kerang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, stroked his white beard, and looked at the eldest son over there.