The neighing of knowledge echoes through the treetops swaying in the wind.

The red pity behind the lattice floated closer, looked outside, and looked at the engrossed side face behind the easel a little distracted.

The brush and ink are swaying, and the blank scroll is embellished with green ink, outlining a huge outline.

"..... that person doesn't know if his cultivation is profound. ”

While the tip of the pen wandered, Lu Liangsheng also had another thought, if the other party was a profound cultivator and a powerful character, it was the stupidest act to take risks alone, and it was the first time for him to compete with someone who had Taoism, so he didn't dare to be careless.

"Well, call Sun Yingxian. ”

Thinking of this, Lu Liangsheng stopped the brush, took out a yellow talisman in his sleeve pocket, shook it in mid-air, and the yellow paper burst into flames.

Floating in mid-air, the moment it landed.

There was a soft sound of pine trees on the other side of the courtyard wall, the treetops swayed wildly, and a figure fell with leaves and patted the dust on his body.

Lu Liangsheng looked at the corner of his mouth twitched, and looked at the Taoist who still had a circle of branches wrapped around his head.

“....... Are you nearby?"

"Ben Dao...... Take a nap on it. Sun Yinghun pointed to the pine behind the courtyard wall absently.

After two glances into the house, he took out a piece of cake from his cloth pocket, sat down and washed down his stomach with the tea next to him.

"The old toad didn't come out to bask in the sun?"

Lu Liangsheng knocked him on the head with the tip of the pen: "In front of his apprentice, is it appropriate to call him so?"

The pen turned, dipped in the ink inkstone, and continued to draw, with his back to the Taoist, while dropping the tip of the pen and walking, while speaking.

"Master, he didn't know where to run away with the gourd...... By the way, I called you over for tonight, I want you to drag the person behind the scenes, and I will go directly to him. ”

"You let me fight with him?" Sun Yingxian's eyes lit up and he licked the crumbs of the cake on his hand, "This method is not bad." ”

"Let Ben Dao think about it, what do you need to prepare?"

"I don't know if the cinnabar and rune paper are enough..... well, there is also black dog blood, if the other party uses the silhouette technique again, it will come in handy..... where to find black dog blood....."

The Taoist rubbed the short whiskers on his chin, turned his head, and saw the big black dog sticking out his tongue.

The black dog seemed to feel something, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the shadow of a person covering him, and a human with a sharp beak and a monkey cheek on the other side of his vision showed a terrible smile.

Whimpered.

Instantly clamped his tail and shivered.

The sky poured into the city, and the light swept through the rows of houses, and on the other side of the city, in the courtyard of a certain mansion, a side room burned incense and floated out of the window lattice.

When two figures walked through the eaves of the porch, a door creaked open, and a maid walked out lightly, straightened her skirt, and her cheeks were still flushed.

"Sir. ”

In a low voice, in the maid's lowered gaze, the golden thread walked towards the blue pendulum, raising her face slightly, it was an old man in a square hole patterned robe.

The visitor looked at the maid and looked at the closed door on the other side.

"Can you be comfortable serving real people?"

The maid blushed and nodded, "Yes." ”

The old man waved the sleeve of his robe to make her stand down, and then walked to the door, raised his hand and tapped twice.

Before the second knock, the door opened silently, and the inside was full of smoke, and in the haze, a Taoist priest wearing a yin and yang Taoist robe and a hairpin with a high comb and hairpin was sitting cross-legged on the couch, pinching his fingers and reciting words.

As if he already knew that someone was coming, he stopped moving his lips and opened his eyes: "Zhang Fuzhu." ”

The old man changed his expression outside the door and hurriedly stepped forward to give his hand.

"Zhang Dongming, I've seen real people. ”

On the opposite side, the man let go of his feet and landed, took the floating dust on the side, and the door closed by itself, no matter how many times the old man on the side looked at it, he would feel amazed every time.

But right now, I was a little impatient in my heart, and I didn't wait for the Taoist to say it first, but I opened my mouth.

"Real person, how long will it take for that elixir to arrive, my son's body is not as good as day by day, and I am afraid that I will not be able to wait if I drag it out. ”

The man's cheeks were thin, but he had a beard, and his fingers pinched the tips of his beard to look at the old man.

"Ling Lang was just hurt by the fox, the yin is prosperous and the yang is insufficient, and he can last for a month, Zhang Fuzhu is not in a hurry, yesterday's poor Dao spell was broken, and it is expected that the house also invited a master that week, and when the night falls, the poor road will fight with the other party again. ”

Zhang Dongming didn't know what to say.

The daughter of a famous bachelor in River Valley County had a marriage contract with his son, but three months ago, the only son in the family somehow often read at night, and when the servants outside his room returned, he could often hear the voice of a woman in the house.

At first, I thought that my son would do something to mess with flowers, but that wasn't a big deal, which man didn't have three wives and four concubines.

Later, he found that his son's face was not as good as day by day, his body was thin, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were still dull.

One day, the old wife remembered the rumors among the servants, and got up in the middle of the night to see, through the window lattice, she could hear the sound of men and women love, piercing the window paper, looking inside, but found a beautiful woman snuggling up to her son, and the shadow of a tail on the wall behind her was shaking.

It was to invite a mage from a Taoist temple outside the city to come over overnight, and the mage investigated and said that Yang Yuan had a serious loss, and he needed an elixir to heal, otherwise even if he was cured, he would not have an heir in the future.

Zhang Dongming is such a lone seedling, if he has no heirs, then his old Zhang family will be completely cut off.

A few days later, the Taoist named Mingyang returned, saying that he had found the elixir, only to know that it was the home of his children's in-laws, and he naturally did not dare to tell his son about his son's addiction to fox spirits.

The old man sighed and arched his hand: "Then there is Lao Zhenren." ”

"Master Zhang Fu doesn't have to be polite. ”

The man shook off the dust, opened the door and walked out, and ordered the housekeeper outside the door to let people set up the altar, and looked at the sky with eagle-like eyes, grinning.

“....... Break my plan, hum, and let you know that I'm amazing, that person Zhi and I will decide. ”

Walking to the backyard atrium, the sky is getting dark, and the old trees in the courtyard are swaying.

When Yang Ming walked to the altar, the incense candle on it spontaneously combusted, illuminating his slender face, and his wide sleeves brushed away: "Go and meet the Taoist friends over there!"

A white piece of paper flew out, rolling up the wind.

......

The sky was tilted and gradually darkened, and in the courtyard on the side of the Zhou Mansion, the black dog with bandaged limbs whimpered and curled up in the nest and trembled, and Sun Yingxian wiped the sweat from his face with half a bowl of black dog blood.

The figure of the easel over there was still struggling to write, and couldn't help but walk over and take a look.

Qingmo left the tip of the pen on the page, outlining a huge crouching beast, with a tiger body and a human face, a wide nose and bloody mouth, fangs like nails and rakes densely covered up and down, and a long mane all over the body, like a steel needle upside down, a hideous and terrifying appearance of choosing people and devouring them.

"It's scary..... look" Sun Yingxian commented.

Lu Liangsheng closed the "Atlas of Mountains and Seas" and looked at the fierce beast drawn on it, but he had a different feeling, and a stream of green gas that could not be seen by others on the painting floated out and drilled into his chest.

The Qiankun Righteous Path operated on its own, as if it was blended with the green qi.

With a clear heart, Lu Liangsheng stopped the brush, ignored the objections of the Taoist, and directly turned out a little cinnabar from his cloth pocket, threw it into the tea cup and dissolved, and the tip of the pen was stained.

"Hey, this cinnabar is not ordinary, don't waste it!" Sun Yingxian picked up the teacup and quickly took out the yellow paper and paintbrush.

Before he could draw the talisman, he looked at the scholar who had raised his hand in a daze, and the red tip of the pen shone brightly.

"What do you want to do?" the Taoist couldn't help but ask.

Lu Liangsheng didn't answer, the tip of the shining pen seemed to be heavy, and he shook a little in his hand, and then slowly clicked on the middle of the beast's eyes, embellishing a pair of scarlet pupils.

Eye-opening!

The next second.

There was a faint roar coming from the painting, a roar like a tiger's neigh, like a pig's groan squeezing out of his throat.

At that moment, the old pine outside the courtyard wall startled a bird, and the hovering dim sky did not dare to fall, and inside the house, Nie Honglian felt that the air had become depressed, and even the short figure under the bed put down the gourd, climbed out and looked around the room.

Outside.

Sun Yingxian's scalp was numb and he stood in place, his hand holding the bowl shook unconsciously, the thing on the painting did not look like a human beast at all.

"What is this ..... this ..... thing called?"

The scholar over there, his fingers turned over the page, and at the moment when he drew a corner and put down the pen: "梼杌", a dark wind blew in the distant sky.

The flowers and plants around the side yard shook wildly, the two people in the courtyard turned around, and on the courtyard wall behind, a green-faced fanged ghost floated down.

Lu Liangsheng put away the scroll and turned his head to the house and shouted.

"Red mercy, come out for a moment. ”