Great Sui Guoshi

The pig holding the rake came step by step, the steel bristle tusks were lowered, the arms were lowered, and the nine-toothed rake leaned on the ground, making a loud noise.

For a moment, Lu Liangsheng held Yue Hao, descended from mid-air, nodded to the old pig opposite, swung the tip of the sword in his hand, and hit the neck of the struggling beast on the ground.

With a ferocious animal face trembling, he opened a long kiss, and let out a child's clear and immature voice.

"You...you can't kill me!"

As the smoke lingered, the black panther immediately turned into a braided urchin, sitting on the spot with bare feet, bowing to Lu Liangsheng.

"...My name is Qingfeng, Master's boy."

4 Chapter Fifty Master asked me to bring a message

"A little boy."

Lu Liangsheng looked at the Taoist boy pressing down on the tip of the sword, and frowned slightly. He couldn't feel the demonic aura before, and the pitiful little boy sitting on the ground was just like an ordinary child.

Not far away, Lao Sun, who was holding Taoist Toad, rushed over and yelled loudly:

"Catch it, come here!"

He conveniently stuffed the old toad in his hand into the hand of the scholar beside him, "Let me do it!" After finishing speaking, he lifted up his robe and squatted in front of the child named Qingfeng, stroked his mustache on his upper lip, squinted his eyes to look at it, and twirled between his fingers. He issued a yellow talisman, shook it a few times, and burst into flames.

On the opposite side, the child blinked his eyes, and made a crisp sound from his small mouth.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

The Taoist turned away his face slightly, glanced at the other party suspiciously, then got up and walked to Lu Liangsheng, and lowered his voice: "This little guy has no evil spirit."

"Well, it's really weird."

Lu Liangsheng nodded, looked up, Zhu Ganglu came walking with a rake on his shoulders, and around him, Qiyou, Zuo Zhengyang, Yan Chixia, Monk Fajing, Li Suian, and Shelong also appeared in different directions. come over.

You can probably guess that they all came here after hearing the movement from the tea shed just now.

Thinking, he put the twitching master in his arms into his sleeve pocket, but the sword in his hand never moved away, and he raised the other hand in the air, standing the child up from the ground, his voice became cool.

"Are you the Taoist boy of Master Wuyuan?"

Changing from his gentle attitude in the past, the Taoist on the side was a little stunned. Qingfeng wanted to touch the tip of the sword on his neck, but Bingliang pressed down and looked at the sword-wielding scholar in front of him, and then hurriedly uttered words answer.

"Ah...that...my master is Master Wuyuan."

Around, Zuo Zhengyang, Yan Chixia, Monk Fajing and Zhu Gangli came here together, looking at the children on the ground, they couldn't help frowning.

"Why is it a child?"

"Just now, the mana is frequent, it doesn't look like a fake."

"Listen, just now he said, still, it's really five, Master Yuan's, Daotong."

......

Over there, Lu Liangsheng nodded towards them, taking advantage of the time when everyone was talking, he cast his eyes on the boy.

"Do I ask you, where is Master Wuyuan? Why are you here?"

Qingfeng looked at the Moon Misty Sword on his neck, the voice of Pudu Cihang vaguely said on the sword, "Your neck is harder than this Fazhang, why don't you give it a try?"

The former turned his face away rather aggrieved, looked at the scholar over there, mentioned his master, snorted, and raised his chin slightly.

"My master is naturally in the five-color village in Wujiang Mountain. I am here to stop you in the name of my master. I will tell you by the way that the master is not free now. When I am free, I don't need you to look for it. The master will come to look for it." you......"

On the side, Monk Fajing slammed his fist on the top of his head.

"Okay, easy to talk! Where is my teacher, father!"

Qingfeng covered the top of his head, squatted on the ground, grinned his teeth in pain, and shouted: "This Daoist is a messenger, you big monk can't speak straight by yourself, and you still have the face to make people talk!!"

Then he raised his face and looked around.

"A large group of you bullied me, a child, and it would be embarrassing to say it."

Zuo Zhengyang and Yan Chixia, who were standing around, were a little embarrassed. It stands to reason that, regardless of each other's cultivation, a group of them were indeed bullying a child.

The Taoist didn't care, he squeezed forward, put his elbow on the scholar's shoulder, tilted his body, and raised his chin.

"Hey, we just bullied you, how about it?"

"You!!" Qingfeng blushed, staring straight at the wretched Taoist with a cheeky face. He never thought that such a person existed in the world, and his cheeks bulged.

Lu Liangsheng raised his hand to stop the Taoist who still wanted to talk. Looking at this boy, he is immature and cute, but according to his practice, he is probably older than everyone present. As for his experience... It should be rare to go out of the Wujiang Mountain.

"You said, Five Colors Village, can we get in?"

Hearing the scholar speak, Qingfeng turned his face away, nodded, and folded his arms like a little adult: "My master's spells are not comparable to yours. Even if you do it together, you can't break the barrier of Wujiang Mountain." , you can’t even see Wujiang Mountain.”

"The old monk from Zhenhai is also in the mountain?"

Qingfeng nodded. Seeing that the great monk beside him was a little excited, he stretched out his hand and was about to press it. He quickly touched the edge of the sword on his neck, turned his body sideways, and opened a little distance.

"Don't come here, I won't talk to you, it's too tiring! That old monk, my master is of great use, so don't even think about it. Also, don't really go to Wujiang Mountain, the master really wants to move!" Let alone you, it is not enough to tie up all the cultivators in this land together."

The people around fell into silence. They didn't know the truth of the boy's words, but the other party was a transforming crane and a transforming beast, and his cultivation level was not low. It would be difficult for Lu Liangsheng to cultivate such a boy in at least 30 or [-] years.

After being silent for a while, Lu Liangsheng raised his gaze again.

"Back then, there was a severe drought in Heliangzhou, and the captured women and children, as well as the demon soul of the great demon Purdue Cihang, were all ordered by your master?"

"Of course it is."

It seems that he is not so afraid of the dharma sword on his neck, Daotong admitted frivolously, pointing around with his hips akimbo.

"What's the matter with the dead people? Anyway, many people die every year. The Dao of Heaven must have a number. My master will take away a batch for the Dao of Heaven, and then the rest will not die less...and my family division......"

"enough......"

When the scholar on the opposite side of Qingfeng's line of sight held the hilt of his sword and said softly, he continued: "If my master takes it, I can still die..."

Before the word 'use' was uttered, a loud voice, mixed with mana, exploded.

"enough!!!"

Lu Liangsheng's robes rattled, and his majestic mana surged. At this moment, the ground cracked, dust and fine stones rolled up all around, and the entire empty field was filled with roaring winds. Zuo Zhengyang, Yan Chixia and others Also being blown by the wind, he took two steps back.

"Your master... is also a human being!"

Shaking while holding the sword hilt, Lu Liangsheng's eyes were reddish, his lips parted slightly and he squeezed out a low voice, "Even if he has become a fairy, he was still a human before, how could a human say such a thing, what is it with that evildoer?" different!!"

Gritting his teeth tightly, the last sentence was almost roared out.

Lu Liangsheng held the sword and stepped forward, the boy who was frightened by him backed away in a daze, and murmured:

"...Is there something wrong? It's... useless... It's not wrong, why are you angry... no Playing with you!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly turned around and rushed to the ground, pouted his buttocks and turned into a cloud of green smoke and went underground. The Taoist erected his magic arts, sacrificed his escape technique, jumped up on the spot, and was about to follow him when he was stopped by Lu Liangsheng.

"Old Sun, stop chasing. Even if you catch this breeze, it won't be of much use. You can't find it in Wujiang Mountain, and you can't break the barrier. It will be useless to spend it all."

Zuo Zhengyang, Yan Chixia, and Monk Fajing looked at him, not knowing what to say, Lu Liangsheng closed his eyes, and put the Moon Misty Sword back into its sheath.

He let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and smiled at them: "I'm fine, but I was a little angry when I heard that people were being treated wrongly, and I feel much better now."

"Then what should we do now? Go back to Chang'an?" Li Suian asked.

"Well, back to Chang'an, there are other things to do."

Over there, I still have to go to Tianzhi to clean up the rebels over there. Right now, this can only be done temporarily. As for Zuo Zhengyang and Yan Chixia, they are still free. Now that the matter has fallen for the time being, the latter is unwilling to go with the army. In the south, I had no choice but to continue to travel around the world.

Monk Fajing came over, and put up a seal to worship: "Fellow Daoist Lu, the poor monk will stay here, and continue to search here, looking for Master, whereabouts, if you find him, go to Wujiang Mountain, I hope you can, come here, help one or two."

"must!"

Lu Liangsheng cupped his hands and saluted, watching his fat body leave for the boundless wind and sand, Yan Chixia also came to say goodbye.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, I didn't do much to help you. If the monk finds that place, you might as well inform Yan."

After saying that, he bowed heavily: "Farewell!"

"Farewell!"

The scholar lowered his hand and looked at Zuo Zhengyang, who was carrying a long knife beside him: "Where is Qianwei going next?"

"Haha, Zuo hasn't been in the army for a long time, and I'll go south with you, and take a look at my hometown along the way."

Hearing these words, Lu Liangsheng laughed. It's been too long, and he almost forgot that Qian Wei, who had become a Taoist from martial arts, was also from the south, so he could be regarded as a fellow villager.

"Since Qianwei is willing to go all the way, he might as well go and meet the rioters together."

"Right on my mind!"

Zuo Zhengyang cupped his hands, then stretched out: "Let's go together"

"Come along!"

Talking lively and noisy, the group rested for a while, and set foot on the way home in the sunshine. In the sand and dust blown by the yellow wind, a puff of green smoke rose from the soil on a certain hill, and a little boy turned into a pat Stretching out his hands to the dust, he folded his palms respectfully and bowed towards the hill behind him.

"Master!"

Faintly, there was a voice coming from that side of the air.

"They left?"

Daotong turned his face away and looked at the group of people who were slowly leaving in the distance in the slanting sunlight.

"Let's go, but... Lu Liangsheng looks angry, just like Master..."

All he answered was silence, without any voice.

Chapter 451 Chang'an in the Night, the Tiger Bends His Desk

Chirp~~chirp chirp——

The morning light passed through the gaps in the trees, and the light and dust danced. Two birds side by side fell to the branches and sang crisply, breaking the tranquility of the morning. Lu Liangsheng woke up, stretched comfortably, and picked up the scattered books around him.

The chirping of birds around him stopped abruptly.

The black shadow pierced through the air and flew to the treetops with a swish. A bird fell straight down. In mid-air, only a few feathers were left splashing and fluttering down.

Under a tree, the Taoist dug out his ears, stuffed the fainting birds into his pockets, patted the bulging yellow cloth pockets, whistled, and returned, occasionally running to pull out a few from the bushes and weeds. Straws of wild vegetables and herbs were all stuffed into the waist.

After resting in the camp for the night, the bonfire was lit up again amidst the green smoke. The Taoist boiled water, took seven or eight birds that had been brought in, removed their feathers, washed their internal organs, and threw them into the pot with wild vegetables and stirred them. Called the others to get up.

Not far away, the old donkey who was lying on its side snorted heavily, got up from the ground with two neighings, carried the bookshelf on its back and ran to the owner's side, changed the direction, and moved the bookshelf closer.

Lu Liangsheng put the books inside and coded them up, and opened the small door below. Taoist Toad felt the cool morning wind under the quilt, scratched Toad's face, stretched out his webs, grabbed the half-slid quilt, and pulled it to his chest. The front cover was closed, turned inside, and continued to sleep soundly.

He closed the small door with a smile, and called out: "Old Zhu, Qianwei, it's time to wake up, and I have to rush back to Chang'an in the afternoon."

Faintly heard the word 'Chang'an', the pig who was sleeping on his side with one elbow resting on his head slapped his ears and gritted his fangs and murmured: "Chang'an...beautiful girl...sucking ..."

Then, he opened his eyes suddenly, sat up holding the nine-tooth nail rake, and looked around a few times.

"It turns out that I haven't arrived in Chang'an yet... sleep a little longer..."

Muttering in a daze, throwing the rake, he fell back down with his big and bright belly, and fell into a dream again for a moment. On the treetop beside him, Zuo Zhengyang in leather armor and soap boots descended, stretched out his hand and pulled out the While holding the two long knives inserted behind his back, he watched the pig demon on the ground hold his big black-haired hands and put his big black-haired hands on his mouth, kissing and kissing loudly.

Shaking his head, he fastened his long knife and walked to the bonfire to sit down, looking at the gradually blue sky.

"Is there really a red glow in the sky?"

The Taoist stirred the soup pot, took a spoonful of it with his fingers, put it in his mouth to taste, then covered the pot, and passed a few branches into the fire.

Turning his head, he twirled the tip of the beard on his lips.

"You still don't know the scholar of Lu University, when did he say something false, don't you think so?!"

Over there, Lu Liangsheng patted the old donkey's head, told it to graze nearby, nodded to the awakened apprentice and Wuman Shelong, walked to Zuo Zhengyang and sat cross-legged.

"You may not be able to see it for the time being." The scholar looked at the sky, the red light trailing its tail was the same as before, hanging beyond the blue and wandering clouds, but it was more clearly seen now.

"I've searched all the ancient books I know about this thing, but I can't find a word about it. I can only wait and see if the blood spirit array arranged by Master Wuyuan really works."

"Fellow Daoist Lu, do you really believe him?"

Zuo Zhengyang picked up a wooden branch and threw it into the fire, shook his head: "Zuo doesn't believe it."

Next to him, the Taoist stirring the soup raised his face, snorted, and echoed.

"I don't believe in the way. That guy has killed a lot of people. He is the demon soul of Purdue Cihang and a magic circle formed by hundreds of thousands of living beings. At first glance, he is the way of evil spirits. Believe in him, isn't it better to believe in Buddha? .”